The Goddess Kitsa likes cleanliness and organization, her kitchen and living accommodations are to kept pristine at all times. She will not put up with excuses nor allow a slave to be inattentive to fine detail. Nor will she go without the dinner that her loafing slave was instructed to prepare for her earlier in the day..Her dallying slave just opened himself a can of whoop ass and Goddess Kitsa will be pouring it on him for her Dessert!

The Goddess is not happy! Pist is probably a more accurate word her kitchen is not clean, now where near up to her standards. She immediately let...

The Goddess Kitsa likes cleanliness and organization, her kitchen and living accommodations are to kept pristine at all times. She will not put up with excuses nor allow a slave to be inattentive to fine detail. Nor will she go without the dinner that her loafing slave was instructed to prepare for her earlier in the day..Her dallying slave just opened himself a can of whoop ass and Goddess Kitsa will be pouring it on him for her Dessert!

The Goddess is not happy! Pist is probably a more accurate word her kitchen is not clean, now where near up to her standards. She immediately lets her moron for a slave know that he's in for a beating, the kind of beating that will hurt just as much psychologically as it does physically.

She launches an all out two front attack on this loser, she lobs verbal missiles at him as she tramples and simultaneously beats him with a wooden, paddle as he attempts to retreat but is to fearful to actually escape. He frantically crawls around trying to evade the onslaught of verbal and the heavy, painful wooden paddle, but he's just to intimidated by the goddess to save his own worthless ass.