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MissEnchanted -> Brats! (2/4/2009 12:26:12 PM)
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He placed the collar on her neck only two weeks ago when the Sir said to his pet, "pet, I'm going to Hank's Tavern to have a beer, I'll be back later."
"my apologies Sir, Hank's?" pet inquired.
"I'm going to the bar, pet,' he answered.
"You want a beer, my Lord?' she opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc.
Pleased, he wished to have an evening out with all the perks of being in a bar with his friends. He did very much appreciate her efforts and just as he saw in her before the collaring, he felt the pull of her need to serve. "Very good... However at the bar... you may know...they have frozen glasses... "
He didn't get to finish the sentence, because his pet, eager to please, popped up rushing into the kitchen. "You want a frozen glass, Master?" She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.
He looking a bit pale and said, "Yes, my pet, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long. I'll be back to tuck you in bed."
"You want hors d'oeuvres, Master?" She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, and little quiches.
He smiled tolerantly and with a nod he took her cheek in hand, "But my sweetest pet... At the bar... You know there's swearing, dirty words and t..."
"You want dirty words, m'Lord? ............ .....
LISTEN UP, CHICKEN SHIT! SIT YOUR LEATHER COVERED ASS DOWN, SHUT THE HELL UP, DRINK YOUR FUCKIN' BEER IN YOUR FUCKIN' FROZEN MUG AND EAT YOUR FUCKIN' HORS D'OEUVRES BECAUSE YOU'VE COLLARED ME AND YOUR ASS ISN'T GOING TO ANY DAMN BAR! THAT SHIT IS OVER, GOT IT, JACKASS?'
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This was sent by a woman at another group, so I cannot share her id. to give her credit.
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