Hearing screams, thunder and an alarm, I moved away from the tied up captain of the escort ship, in whose cabin I decided to spend the last night before arriving in Venus, and went to the deck, dressing as I went.
Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
For Goddess Cranwell’s Halloween party I am dressing as Dorothy, and I am bringing my Royal Foot Slave as Toto. I invite all Goddesses to remind Toto what a BAD doggie he is!
