So, apparently you can add deep seeded cruelty as one of my character flaws, because I tricked the Revive people into letting me see Ms. Kendra again (they really need to get their call display fixed… I’d bet she’d even be willing to pay for it herself).
So, I get there, and once again they send out another lovely young creature to settle me in (I think Ms. Kendra might be sending them out as decoys, hoping I would hop on them and sparing her). This one was very pretty, with short blonde hair and a remarkable bosom that look like they would be a great deal of fun to paw at. She doesn’t tell me her name, and normally I would think that was a slight or a message, but I’m preoccupied. See, I have a Plan.
And my plan is this. I’m going to have my Special K. And I’m going to fix my… “problem”… by changing everything that happens in the session. Do the opposite. Surely, that will change the end results, right?
So, Ms. Kendra comes in the room, gorgeous as always and wearing red delicates and a breakaway black skirty thing (well go on and break away, skirty thing, and take the delicates with you). She’s putting on a brave face this time, and trying to hide her fears from me (I can tell… I sense stuff like that). I want to console her – let her know today is different… let her know I have The Plan.
And now it’s time for execution. She wants to start me with a massage? Nope. Lie down, Missy… it’s your turn to be rubbed (ok, more like “molestered”, but I try to keep it to a nice molestering…). She doesn’t dig the foot thing? Well, I see a whole lotta little piggies that need some serious attention (you’d be surprised how stretchy rabbit nostrils are…). She wants to fondle my giblets until I show my affection for her with genetic material?
…
…
Ok, that one stays. Have at ‘er, sweetheart… knock yourself (and me) out...
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And GUESS WHAT? I’ll be damned if the THE FRIKKIN’ PLAN DIDN’T WORK!!!
Yay for the plan! Yay for me! Yay for Ms. Kendra (and especially for her “stickin’ with me”)!
Happy thumping, all!
So, I get there, and once again they send out another lovely young creature to settle me in (I think Ms. Kendra might be sending them out as decoys, hoping I would hop on them and sparing her). This one was very pretty, with short blonde hair and a remarkable bosom that look like they would be a great deal of fun to paw at. She doesn’t tell me her name, and normally I would think that was a slight or a message, but I’m preoccupied. See, I have a Plan.
And my plan is this. I’m going to have my Special K. And I’m going to fix my… “problem”… by changing everything that happens in the session. Do the opposite. Surely, that will change the end results, right?
So, Ms. Kendra comes in the room, gorgeous as always and wearing red delicates and a breakaway black skirty thing (well go on and break away, skirty thing, and take the delicates with you). She’s putting on a brave face this time, and trying to hide her fears from me (I can tell… I sense stuff like that). I want to console her – let her know today is different… let her know I have The Plan.
And now it’s time for execution. She wants to start me with a massage? Nope. Lie down, Missy… it’s your turn to be rubbed (ok, more like “molestered”, but I try to keep it to a nice molestering…). She doesn’t dig the foot thing? Well, I see a whole lotta little piggies that need some serious attention (you’d be surprised how stretchy rabbit nostrils are…). She wants to fondle my giblets until I show my affection for her with genetic material?
…
…
Ok, that one stays. Have at ‘er, sweetheart… knock yourself (and me) out...
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
And GUESS WHAT? I’ll be damned if the THE FRIKKIN’ PLAN DIDN’T WORK!!!
Yay for the plan! Yay for me! Yay for Ms. Kendra (and especially for her “stickin’ with me”)!
Happy thumping, all!
