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I am half Irish and half Russian on my mother's side. I've always been infatuated with that side, but despite the Orthodoxy, never get to express it too much. That's what happens when you have a last name as Cook.
The idea of not just embracing my Russian heritage, but becoming a stereotypical Russian mail order bride bimbo eye candy trophy wife keeps catching my fancy. Hypnotism, perhaps surprise, until I embrace my role, being forced to be put on personal sites with degrading info, perhaps, before I know about it, but then being forced to interact as a horny barely English literate mail order bride. Becoming a sex starved, cum needing, baby machine, that only cares about my apparance, pleasing my man, and high heels, except in the kitchen where it's barefoot and making meals from my village. I like rough, I like dominant and I want to choose to accept my slavery and submission.
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