*He swaggers into the thread, His black leather chaps and vest creaking, his gleaming boots thumping rhythmically on the floor.... Mirrored shades hiding his eyes, He peers around the room. His shoulders broad, Master's cap pulled low on His brow, He stops, striking a studly pose, hands on His hips, chin strong and proud. The Stars and Stripes unfurl behind Him as He contemplates how best to save the world for Truth, Justice, and the American way... a soft cough, He clears His throat...*
Okay... which one of you Sufferin' subbies swiped my cookies? Was it you cellis? Or did gracie put you up to it pita?
And which one of y'all is gonna wear my collar? Huh? I got this really keen velcro collar here...
Where's Furry? I need all this leather polished...
Hey.... y'all stop laughin! I'm serious! I'm a REAL Dom! I AM! *stomps his foot* I read the book and bought all the right clothes and everything! Fine! See if I PM any of _y'all_ with an earnest "I'm yer Master now, on yer knees, bitch!" *poutpoutpout*
*evil grin*
Hope that gave everyone a nice chuckle... Happy Thanksgiving!
