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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
Let’s give a hand to the ‘donor class’ who keep Me looking beautiful. you died for a worthy cause! Hahahahahahaha…..
Luxuriating in the spoils of My Female privilege. A new container full arrives from Russia next week! No such thing as too many! Do you hear that My little furry friend? Hahahahahahaha
My friend said “Wow, you must really like dogs!” I replied, “Oh really? Is that what you think?”
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!
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….
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THIS was SUPPOSED to be a celebration. Our third anniversary. Lunch in the city. Fur shopping. A three hour massage. And the highlight…a return to the estate for an evening of decadent torture. I had one of the dark skinned ones hanging there
“I’m going into the city for cocktails and dinner. Keep them all kneeling until I return. It will teach them humility. Oh and prepare the dungeon! I’m sure I’ll pluck out a few to improve My technique on when I return.”
A note to My followers… First…NO, this is not ME! Lol…I wish! As usual in My world, I see a simple photo that anyone else might appreciate for a second or two. But I see so much more. It speaks to Me, inspires Me and soon a story
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.
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
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!
