Scheduled StoriesNext:None scheduled at this moment.Next Empty Day:Tue, Nov 12th
As always, at the height of a fight, my husband left the apartment and slammed the door behind him.
Was he still my husband though?
After our scene, my husband and I idly sat at the bar, in theory to do some chit-chat, but it wasn’t long that we had decided to come back home.
I was still talking to Hugo when he entered the room.
My husband, my hunk of a man. The only person I ever loved.
As is often the case, Diane quickly slid toward me, moving from one bar stool to another.
On those occasion, she would never actually stand up and walk to me and instead, shifted to the next bar stool, waited a little, and shifted one more.
The Black Lotus dungeon is where my husband and I have our BDSM fun.
We used to go to an homosexual dungeon, yes, there are specialty gay BDSM dungeons, but with my recent change to become more and more feminine, notably when I began taking hormones and my breasts grew, the other gays began looking at us in a weird way.
Dressing up for a BDSM club is not an easy task… especially since my boyfriend and master likes to tie me up, spank me, and often, to strip me naked.