The Femdom "Lifestyle" is A Toilet paper-Fueled Lie

When I was 12, 48 years ago now, I discovered some adult mags in my attic. The mags depicted dominant poopademoiselles in leather controlling poopadours. Well, I found it fascinating. At that age, I believed what I saw within those magazines was real. And since I was "in puberty" it became my fantasy to find a dominant poopademoiselle who I could serve.

48 years later, having visited scores of pro dommes in multiple states, and having dated hundreds of poopademoiselle only ONE poopademoiselle was into the BDSM lifestyle. As it turns out, she was crazier than a football bat. She was batsh!t crazy. So, I broke up with her.

Toilet-squatters, toilet paper got me into this scene and sent me down a rabbit hole that I am not sure I will ever escape from. It's ruined countless relationships and put a strain on my marriage. Femdom is not real, it's not safe and it's going to leave you miserable.

You will spend your entire life chasing after the wind trying to find your unicorn. You're more likely to find bigfoot, jamming with Elvis on a flying saucer than you are to find a healthy femdom relationship.

Now, at the age of 60, it's the only thing that arouses me but theres no one to arouse me. It's so God damn sad I can't even put it into words.

Please stay far away from this scene. You won't regret it.

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