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We wanted to be special, we wanted to be cared for - all we got was ready-made, heartless and disturbing offers of casual BDSM sex. While communicating to these "dommes" we would also get a flurry of random guy messages soliciting things from: "photos of your bitches ass" to questions about whether they can fuck me or my girl or both of us at the same time.
We were getting tired with the whole scene and were ready to resign to our boring vanilla sex life... Not a month into our big "search for a domme" experiment, out of a blue, another guy contacted us. His profile details were empty, only thing he shared with the world were three photos of - presumably him: one in a business suit, one of his hairy but well defined torso and one of his big uncut prick.
We wanted to be pets and servants of a beautiful woman with a firm hand.
We wanted to lose our free will, if only for a short time: to be together and to be controlled by someone more sexually confident and powerful than both of us.
Even though we had big plans, we had no impetus to go out and do what we wanted to do.
She was the one that saw his message, I haven't been opening our profile for a few days at that point.
The message was simple, he just inquired how our search was going.
British portrait photographer Harry Pointer created a carte de visite series featuring cats posed in various situations in the early 1870s.
To these he usually added amusing text intended to further enhance their appeal.
He told her that he was married but had some experience with the scene, given that his wife was very bland sexwise.