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I wonder what the poor and starving people of the world are doing today? Meh…what do I care?
No…I didn’t fight My way up from the bottom. I was never…poor!! I was born to it. Wealth, privilege, style, perfect body, untold beauty, perfect hair, perfect legs, perfect cheekbones. Don’t have all that you say? Well
My charmed life is so effortless. My personal attendant consuela prepares My bath, washes Me, pats Me dry and then dresses Me for the evening’s fun. I MAY raise an arm to allow her to zip a gown up. That’s about it. she reverently raises each
It’s the dead of winter. Two feet of snow on the ground. Bitter cold. Howling winds outside. And…as I lay here in My chateau outside Prague, snuggling against this arctic fox blanket, with a roaring fire and an army of servants waiting
I was bored tonight. So, as the Bentley was passing one of those dreadful Goodwill Boxes on a corner, I motioned Charles to pull over. I lit a hundred dollar bill with My Colibri lighter and dropped it in! GAWD it was so much fun watching the smoke
The look on My face whenever one of those dreadful people approach Me about donating old coats for the ‘poor’.
Couture dress…. Custom made fur coat…ภ,000. Italian designer shoes…ũ,000. Knowing YOU will NEVER have this? Any of it? PRICELESS!!
Give these third world illegals an inch and they’ll take a mile. This new housekeeper for instance. I caught her stealing My makeup. So thirty minutes beneath My heels is her sentence. If it happens again…I’ll break every bone
Sitting and pretending to listen to one of My servants protest My sending their children away to a friend’s estate in Sweden. I could tell they had become a distraction and required far too much of her time…evidenced by the slide in her effic
I always make a point of making an ‘example’ when I visit and inspect My fur operation in Russia. This is one of My workers who foolishly decided to extend her ten minute break I so generously allow during a fourteen hour shift. I don&rsqu
I never know whether My mood, outfit or the occasion will call for black or white. An easy conundrum to solve. A red one is on the way as well. I suppose you should have studied harder? Become a doctor? Whatever it is you poor people do. Those of
Ugh! I can’t even get through the gate to My estate anymore without encountering some filth collecting or begging for some ‘cause’. I alerted security. They’re busy softening him up for Me. But I like to finish them off personall
We, the beautiful, the privileged, the powerful…rule the world. We simply allow YOU to live in it. To serve Us, pamper Us, to perform simple and demeaning tasks for Us. So…when you’re NOT there to hold an umbrella over your Owner&rs
Time to review the troops. Well…hardly ‘troops’. Simply the poor and starving scum who toil as My servants here at My estate. Nothing like a surprise inspection to liven up a boring day. One…among the hideous will dare raise
One of My favorite winter pastimes. Taking the Bentley down under London Bridge and watching the starving bums slowly freeze to death! Makes Me smile! Makes Me happy!
It’s only sad if you’re on the bottom. Life at the top is just divine. And the view? Looking down on you? Perfect!
Another wonderful year draws to a close. Trips to Milan, Paris and two months at the summer house outside Barcelona. Twenty seven new sumptuous furs for the wardrobe. Canned hunting adventures in Africa and Iceland. The Manhattan penthouse expanded and
Even when bringing it casual, on the street… It’s important to always stand above the lessers. Exude power and superiority. Like slipping on a thousand dollar pair of designer pumps to finish off a casual look. Reminds Me of My station.
I’m making 2017 the ‘Year Of Me’. Again!!! Hahahaha… So to get things off to a fitting start, I halved the servants wages and I’m downsizing their quarters to make room for more closet space for My shoes and furs! Oh
We’re so much alike…you and I. Look! W/we both have holes in O/our jeans! What? You say? But you don’t have a seven hundred dollar Givenchy bag? Or an Hermes cashmere coat? Or thousand dollar Louboutins? And…the holes
Get serious! It IS real! It DOES exist! But it CAN’T be won…and it ISN’T possible! Not for you anyway. Now stop dreaming and lay down here so I can step out and wipe My shoes on you! When will you grubby little things learn?
This one failed Me in the steeplechase. It failed to make a jump. It balked, even under the heavy whip. Time and again I beat it with all My might, drove in the Spurs with every ounce of passion I could summon. To no avail. I’ve no use for such
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matina-heel: angelicprzncess:@tonysnails Female Side Maria…I thought you would like to see My new manicure. Exquisite yes??Alright…you can go back to scrubbing My floors and toilets on your hands and knees.Hahahahahahaha….
It’s a quaint and humble little place. But it’s Mine! So how are things in your grubby little shack? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha….
Sigh…I’m afraid I have no self control. I was feeling a bit down today and decided to go car shopping to chase away the blues. I just purchased My fifth one! All beautiful….all obscenely expensive of course. NOW…I’ll
When I receive a petition from one of My servants for a meeting to discuss a ‘raise’ in pay… I like to slip into something like this. It makes denying them their twenty cent an hour raise all the more sweet! “I’m so sorry
How do I keep such a slim and lovely figure you ask? Well , I had lap band surgery and I have a tiny appetite. But I just love ordering up a lavish spread at every meal. Even if I only take a few bites of it. It comforts Me and makes Me happy. I
It’s not your imagination! That IS My thousand dollar designer shoe touching the pavement. So where is the chest, face, even hand of one of My servants? Where are the anxious tongues reverently licking the shopping trip’s dust away and
“Oh hon…thats not the best part! They actually get up six days a week and go to ….ready?. WORK! "OMG! You mean like…at a factory or something? ” “Yes! And they make barely enough to stay alive!”
A new day at My club in Sao Paulo. The van will arrive in moments. Full of ‘new acquisitions’ brought in from God knows where…to WORK…in the club. Papa taught Me the value of making a good first impression. Sets the tone
Just look at Us would you? Go ahead…i gave you permission. Yes, We are the poster girls for inherited wealth, privilege and all the decadence that comes with it. Got Our MBAs from Princeton. Not that We’ll ever need them. But it made
Do I look happy? Of course not! My tea was served too hot and I burned My mouth. Now I’m faced with how many of the scum who pass as My servants will lose their heads over this. And I’m not speaking figuratively! As an example to the
Give them an inch!! I knew I shouldn’t have just let it go! The two wrinkles I found on My pillowcase on retiring for the night this past Thursday. AND…what did I get in return for this leniency? TODAY…I search for My favorite Artic Fox coat
Merrily shopping and being fitted for My dress for the Winter Ball. Well there are three of them actually. When I’m done here, I’ll hop on My private jet and off to Paris for another fitting. Stay a day over and visit several trunk shows
End of the year. My accountant reviewed the financials for My three factories in India and Thailand. Funny thing…I spent more on this bag and shoes than I did on medical for all seven hundred plus in My employ! It’s all about learning to
I just love when the arctic fronts roll in this time of year. I take a warm bath, slip into some lingerie and one of My furs, snuggle into the heated leather seats of the Rolls and have My chauffeur drive Me down to where the homeless ‘live’.
Amused… Enjoying a latte and croissant at My favorite little bistro. And I thought to Myself… “What this morning needs is a little entertainment.” So I beckoned the patrolman standing nearby, pointed to a random vagrant up the
Whenever I vacation in some fabulous destination I always stay in the Presidential Suite of the most exclusive properties. And I ALWAYS make it a point to order from room service. Sometimes three or four times a day. I order practically everything offered
Among the vast staff of servants at the Richilieu Estate, it is well known that the ‘Better’ to most fear is the Daughter. While the Count and Countess have embraced the staff as near family and treat them with kindness and even a modicum
All are created equal? Really?? If so, thank goodness that absurdity has a delightful way of straightening itself out! Wealth, beauty, power and privilege belong in the hands of those capable of exploiting it. Every lower form exists simply for Her
“What do you mean…they have to be released to go to school?? So they can grow up to be productive and outstanding citizens??? The scum work in MY factory you idiot! They live there and they’ll die there! And hopefully not before
Bad enough I have to see them and their disgusting, filthy little spawn littering the curbs outside My favorite hotel. But when they dare speak to Me. Or worse…reach out and try to touch Me?? Begging for handouts?? If they’re not going to
Wealth, beauty, power and privilege is not something to be sought…certainly not ‘attained’ by the likes of you. It’s held. Closely guarded. Meticulously handed down among the elite from generation to generation. It’s in
NO maria!! You cannot have a raise. You cannot have half a day off Friday to visit your dying father. You cannot take one of the old coats I’m throwing away! NOW…kneel in the pile of broken glass on the floor. NOW…beg to kiss My
Sigh…winter’s almost gone. I’ll miss coming down here to watch the homeless freeze to death. I’ll just have to find something else to give Me a laugh. And start that lovely little tingle down there. Not to fret. I’m SURE
The dawn of a new day. Sigh… Who among the many who serve Me shall I single out for the finest in abuse? Who’s life shall I ruin and fashion into a living hell? Eeeny meanie miney mo…
Being fabulously wealthy, wanting for nothing. The wave of a hand, snap of a finger…and it’s Your’s. But depriving you of that? Any of it! That is the true joy of My life!
monclermimosa: Lynx 👑💎 I spied it there on the rack. It called to Me. I have a keen eye for the best. The softness, the thickness. The flawless transitions of the pelts and tailoring.“How many?” I asked.The owner, a bit confused, replied
Damn! The Martians aren’t cooperating. Well then…just make the hole bigger. And deeper. A lot deeper.
Another letter home from a pampered, spoiled and very wealthy daughter.“Mother dearest,Well its almost September again and the summer break is nearing an end. And with it comes Back to School shopping. I’ve had a busy morning and Ive already
fedoraharp: theaubisticagenda: silversarcasm: commodifiedsouls: “Cancer/mental illness/disability affects rich and poor alike.” Uh, no, it doesn’t. Rich people can afford the treatments and accommodations for those things. Poor people cannot.
ignoremenow: rachlmcadams-deactivated2015090: “A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and
theaubisticagenda: silversarcasm: commodifiedsouls: “Cancer/mental illness/disability affects rich and poor alike.” Uh, no, it doesn’t. Rich people can afford the treatments and accommodations for those things. Poor people cannot. Get the fuck
theaubisticagenda: silversarcasm: commodifiedsouls: “Cancer/mental illness/disability affects rich and poor alike.” Uh, no, it doesn’t. Rich people can afford the treatments and accommodations for those things. Poor people cannot. Get
