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“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!”
Watching the servants below. Toiling away. Wondering…which unlucky one I’ll pluck from the ranks. Amd…what I’ll do to them! It can be so taxing.
It’s the dead of winter and I’ve had Reginald drive Me down to where the homeless collect down under the bridge. Some nights I can’t decide whether to poison them or just sit comfortably in the limo and watch them freeze. I just know
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
Darling…be a dear and fetch the Di Marni’s with the pointed steel toes. Purple box. Top shelf on the left. They’re My ‘go to’s’ when I don’t have much time. And We do need to be at The Ball in forty minutes.
The gleam of the finest leather. The intoxicating scent. The delicate and soft hand of La Perla stockings. The incredible softness and warmth of the finest furs. I love that I want for NOTHING. That I can have anything I want at the snap of a finger.
Giselle and I visited Our favorite furrier while on holiday in Oslo. They specialize in exotics and endangereds. There’s nothing so invigorating as eyeing one’s self in the mirror…adorned in something obscenely rare and expensive…sinking your
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
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’.
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
Countess Demereaux enjoyed a longstanding tradition at Her estate. Every Christmas She would have Her vast staff of servants and their children assemble around the elaborately decorated tree. One by one, each servant nervously sent their child forward.
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
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
iammyfather: oxfordcommaforever: entitledrichpeople: cesiumadventures: one of the things that’s truly fucked up about our legal system is the way that the law is applied to poor people vs rich people and corporations, and not just in the “rich
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