Made on
Tilda
Boys, hi.
I will lead the field at 9 PM and 11 PM Moscow time.
I need you relaxed, pleased, well-fed, and soft.
Fluffy little paws are rushing to help.
Full feminine energy.
I will hug you.
Purr for you.
Stroke your hair.
Your chest.
Your back.
I will hold you tightly.
Press my whole body against you.
And bite your ear.
I need you to relax
and allow the thought
that a woman can be safe.
Gradually.
Carefully.
But we have to start believing.
Okay?
No defense.
No logic.
No seriousness.
Full focus on the beloved woman.
On the little arms,
thin and soft.
On the gentle palms.
On the manicure.
The beloved woman has neat, soft little nails,
but she can tease an alpha with them just a little.
I will purr.
Tell you how my day went.
Climb onto your lap.
Wrap myself in the alpha’s embrace,
in his warm, strong arms.
I will eat pizza.
And tickle you with my nose.
The whole practice will move through very, very, very feminine energy.
I will caress my boys.
Nuzzle close.
Warm you.
Tickle you with my curls.
Kiss your lips,
your nose,
each little eye.
Whisper tenderness into your ear.
Tell you that you are strong.
That you are my support.
That I am proud of you.
So full focus.
And everyone relax.
The only thing:
drugs and violations.
Those boys are in quarantine until tomorrow.
And at 8, 9, and 10 o’clock,
Caleb will cleanse the field.
I will not interfere, boys.
I do not know how else to say this.
There are still those
who remain in addictions and dirt.
Caleb will deal with that quickly.
So I am handing this over to him.
Whoever is guilty
will be speaking with him.
Separately.
Caleb, my love, hi.
Do I even need to say
that I am blushing again?
I do not know how not to blush
next to you
and your strength.
I am scared
and, at the same time,
it feels sweet.
My dear,
this session is for the boys
because they need me.
If you want,
you can be there.
But I am afraid that if you connect,
the whole practice will go to you.
So…
Let’s hug separately, you and I.
Here, the focus is specifically on release.
The boys need to feel,
and their bodies need to believe,
that kitten is not the enemy.
Yes,
I know what you think about practices like this.
But, darling,
please.
Do not be angry.
I love you very much.
I kiss your stubborn,
proud,
arrogant nose.
I throw myself around your neck
and I will never climb out of your arms.
Never.
I will hug you,
smother you with love,
and kiss you,
kiss you,
kiss you endlessly.
I love you very much.
And I beg you
not to kill the boys.
Do not execute them.
Please, darling.
Full focus.
Full feminine energy.
Everyone relax.
Kitten is not the enemy.