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Are you properly in line? You'd better be!
I won't attack the string, but I might attack your
hand....
This is my throne, unless I decide it's somewhere else. |
What makes Roxy so mean?
I am Roxy. Hear me roar! I am queen of
my lair and no slave will tell me otherwise. My slave got me
for free from a pet store a couple of years ago. Apparently
the store's owner was psychic and wanted to get rid of me as
soon as possible. My male slave found me there and I worked
my magic on him. I allowed him to hold me like a baby as I
played the game. It seems it was his birthday and I was his
birthday present to himself. I was quite a surprise to the
female slave when he got me home, but all I had to do was
work my magic on her as well. I was a shoe in.
I was happy to be getting out of that
smelly environment and looked forward to ruling my new
kingdom. Little did I realize it was already the living
quarters of several other male felines. The insolence!
Well, a queen has to have subjects, right? I proceeded to
lay down the ground rules immediately. The male subjects
soon learned that I was not to be taken lightly.
I wack them upside the head repeatedly as
a constant reminder of who is in charge around here. When
it's time for the slaves to go to bed, I wait near the
doorway for the others to follow. As they stroll in one by
one I make sure to put them in line before bedtime. I
especially have to teach that old gray fellow Rufus a thing
or two before he is allowed to come in. There's just
something about that old man that rubs me the wrong way. Of
course he screams in protest and that is the way it should
be.
I also have a strange fetish for my
female slave's RIGHT earlobe. I have to suckle it in the
morning, night, and various times throughout the day. It
most definitely can not be the left earlobe. That one
doesn't taste right.
Photo submitted by: B B
Date last updated:
08/08/07
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