So this might sound like a kinkster’s daydream, but imagine it: a cozy little Feeder Café tucked away somewhere in a big city. You’d book a table, pick your preferences from a cheeky little menu: feeder’s gender, style (sweet, strict, indulgent…), maybe even a box for extra teasing if you’re brave enough. It’d be part kink, part hospitality, part performance art. Somewhere between sensual and silly, and 100% judgment-free. Let’s be honest, people would travel for it. I know I’d book a seat in a heartbeat
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