Or are they angelic fiends?
This is of course the awesome Serena, Gynarchy Goddess, whose floors Servitor has often cleaned, almost never to her satisfaction, alas.
Fiendish angels
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
I’m no angel.
You guys think with that thing between your legs. So you think I am.
Rosita
And there’s so little room in there for any brain cells, too.
Best wishes
S
I don’t think it’s logically possible for anything to be Kitten’s fault: the very concept of her being at fault for anything is what I think may be termed a “category error” …
… but, even if such a thing were to be possible, I would forgive her anything for permitting me the impossible-to-deserve privilege of having her stand before me in that extraordinary dress – a garment I think could reasonably be described as “to die for”.
Best wishes
tom
I think that’s right, tom. Kitten takes the view – and I don’t suppose she likes to be contradicted on this – that the world should be as perfect for her as she is for it, and it is the job of the male population constantly to strive to bring it closer to that ideal.
It is fair to say, though, that she prefers men to be paying for things rather than dying for them… and a premature death can hinder their ability to do so, which she finds rather exasperating.
Best wishes
S