Some say We are known by the company We keep… the proverbial Birds of a Feather, or apple that falls not far from the tree… but when push finally comes to shove, opportunities abound…
Take this loser for instance… it finds itself in quite the pickle… restrained, locked in chastity, and the objects of its every desire (both My Feet and Myself) but just inches from its nose, mouth, and face…
But try as it might, the thing could never make the cut… despite thinking of itself so highly to believe its own delusions, this regular Manor slave was possibly one of the most dramatic and prolifically needy whiners in the whole lot of losers. Not only did it constantly drive Myself and the other Goddesses/Princesses crazy with it’s absolute cluelessness about why it remained an INCEL regardless of its success in other areas of life. (But whether it could see forests, or always got stuck in the trees, ’twas all of little matter in the end….)
