"Do We Really Have To Do This, Officer. I Mean I Was Only Just Over The Limit. Isn't There Some Way We

Only You still

"Just a reminder, honey.... you're mine, don't you forget it"

…i certainly hope she {blushing} wasn’t kidding…<3, emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

It’s one thing to be willing to kiss Her feet, scrub Her floors or pay Her bills, but what boys out there are willing to actually pick up a gun, fight and quite possibly die to advance their Mistress’ interests?

>> BETRAY THE MALE SEX <<

>> JOIN THE FEMDOM MILITARY <<

>> GET FINANCIALLY DOMINATED <<

>> GET CUCKOLDED BY LESBIANS <<

(And remember to go to your “edit appearance” page and turn on your “ask” and “submission” buttons so I can contact you!)

When my wife Janice started her new job she joked and laughed about Deirdre, her coworker. “She is this total butch, and she actually hit on my on my first day! You should see her, she looks like a boy!”

A few weeks later, after an after work drinks night, she stopped giving you frequent ‘Deirdre updates’. 

“So what’s going on with that butch girl who’s been hitting on you? Did she make a pass at you at the bar?” I asked. Janice looked flustered for a moment and mumbled “No, I think she has a girlfriend now,” and changed the subject.

Later that week, you noticed a picture on her phone that she’d clearly taken to send... someone...? She hadn’t sent it to you...

The next day I came home early and was surprised to see her car parked in the driveway. Sneaking through the back door I peeked through our bedroom door and saw Janice and her boyish coworker in their underwear sharing a deep kiss.

The next thing I knew, Janice gasped with surprised as Deirdre (because it had to be her) roughly pulled down Janice’s bra and began sucking her nipples.

Before I could move to intervene, though, Janice gleefully removed her bra. Deirdre cupped her breasts and said “I’m really going to enjoy turning you out, you slut... (to be continued)