I was so angry when I was told I do not have the authority to put the pigs owned by other Goddesses in tighter chastity. I took my anger out on my poor royal foot slave and viciously whipped him. I actually felt pretty guilty afterwards and let him wors
I thought I could beat a woman at chess, but she put me in my place and reduced me to tears. This is my public apology, and my recognition of my own inferiority. Thank you for making me your chess bitch.
I heard through the grapevine that the Press Secretary finished his first day of flying lessons at Camp Voliya. Every day of his lessons is a day less of him serving me. I decided to send him a text summoning him to my farmstead
