The chattel that Mistress Alexandra and I locked in the House of Sinn black box is so annoying; We gave him water just last week and now he's complaining he's thirsty again. his cries are impossible to tolerate, very irritating. We'll give him something to drink, but it won't be the water he is asking for. All he will get is drops of sweat from Our armpits. Everything else he might dream of, like Our spit, or even better, fresh hot pee, will go past his mouth, never landing in his wide-open lips. Instead, he will be swimming in Our bodily fluids, but he will not be allowed to taste even the...

The chattel that Mistress Alexandra and I locked in the House of Sinn black box is so annoying; We gave him water just last week and now he's complaining he's thirsty again. his cries are impossible to tolerate, very irritating. We'll give him something to drink, but it won't be the water he is asking for. All he will get is drops of sweat from Our armpits. Everything else he might dream of, like Our spit, or even better, fresh hot pee, will go past his mouth, never landing in his wide-open lips. Instead, he will be swimming in Our bodily fluids, but he will not be allowed to taste even the tiniest drop; he doesn't deserve it.