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.
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
