I'm a switch... I enjoy either being extremely submissive, used and abused, or be dominant and use and abuse.

Will you toilet train me?! Or is that a bit much for ya?

...

Just put a ball gag in my mouth. No need for safe words.

I don't think you know what kind of a freak you're dealing with... I'm gonna wear you out... I won't obey, you gonna have to get REAL rough with me...

"Thanks a lot Bastet. I shoulda used my life line to call somebody OTHER than my sweet sister Bastet...!"

<<<stops running, turns around with his hands up! ...says to Mistress Kindred...>>>

"OK, I give up. I surrender. Yes, it's true. I'm a real sick bastard. I've been having sexual relations with my own sister... Take me to your dungeon now and punish me."

"One question... Is there a she male gimp in that dungeon of yours? And can we drag Bastet out of bed and take her with us?"

<<<takes off the handcuffs and starts running>>>

<<<takes out his cell phone and calls his sister>>>

"Hello, Bastet? Come quick, three ladies here are about to mingle me to death. They're ganging up on me...!"

"Help!"

Ayayay...! We're just havin' a little fun!

"OK, I'm back and I got two pairs of handcuffs...!"

<<<takes out his pistol and starts waving it around...>>>

"Jotiwa, Kindred, you're both under arrest. Assume the position...!"

<<<proceeds to cuff the two ladies...>>>

"Now before I start to grope you ladies, by law, I'm obligated to read you yer rights... ...ahem... You have a right to remain silent, if not, ball gags will be placed in your mouths. You have a right to a mingle attorney. If you can't afford one, it's tough noodles. Yadda, yadda, yadda, so on and so forth and whatnot..."

QTB,

If you ever get your own planet, I'd invade it and make you my sex slave. I'll be the Emperor of QTB planet which I will re-name Uranus II and you shall be my concubine...!

"You got lucky this time, ma'am. I'm gonna let you go with a warning. I just got an emergency call and must take off..."

"I'd stay off that foot if I were you..."

Here's yer biker...!

...and he's a cop. woot woot.

You need medical attention...
There's no time to call the paramedics, but not to worry ma'am. I'm fully certified to perform CPR. I'm gonna first need you to take off your shirt and undo your bra please..."

Stop right there, lady.

Do you have a license to operate that jack?

I'm gonna need to see some identification, please.

Jes, meeseeez...!

<<<hands gossipmom a towel and holds out his hand for a couple of pesos!>>>

Michiganman, apparently you don't get it. It's not that the lady turned out to be a man, as I was willing to compromise...

...it's that I got rejected by him/her because apparently my noodle was too small even for someone who didn't care about the size...!

I'm so depressed.

Where are my meds?

In that case, will you guys adopt me as your gossipbpby? I'm even potty trained... well, sorta!

Oh hun... Are you serious?

Oh no...

I don't know any vets near you.


for your doggy.


Do you have a permit to be carrying around that gorgeous booty?

I'm gonna hafta frisk ya lady...!

What'choo talkin' bout, Willis?

You ARE one of the guys...!