The Victorian era is a time of traditional gender roles where weak men control strong capable women. This is not about to change any time soon (No Femdom).

Most women just accept this unfair way of life, allowing their weak husbands to knock them up. Confine themselves to lives of domestic and sexual repression. As an early feminist the idea of standing up for myself is unthinkable. Voicing abstract ideas like gender equality would get me sent to the looney bin.

Therefore I need to protect myself in more subtle and placating ways. On the surface I need to be your obedient dutiful wife. The kind of wife who doesn’t point out your flaws or seek more from life. Even cheating is off the table.

What I can do however I’d avoid carrying your child. As far as you’re able to tell, a well oiled up hand feels the same as my vagina. Both need to be artificially lubricated to get them wet. On top of this you find the idea of looking down there improper and prefer not to look at the “gross” area of my body you get your pleasure form

This each night you take me to your bed I substitute my pussy with my warm oiled up hand. I moan and stroke your ego, placating you as you believe we’re having sex. Then before long you harmlessly discharge into my hand or onto my tummy. Each night you feel amazing and feel sure this is the night you’ve knocked me up. I am all to happy to agree with you.

I would like us to develop this story together and build a plot about more than just hand sex. Please PM me if you are a literate role player