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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

The world belongs to the fabulously rich. To the beautiful. It’s Our birth right. Our privilege. We live lavishly. We consume. We waste. We destroy. Excess and decadence are Our watchwords. We only allow you a place in it because We need

Any of you still out there scurrying around…running free? Well count the minutes. Because I’m rich, I’m spoiled, I’m entitled and I get what I want. And I want YOU against MY skin and filling My wardrobes!

Do I look like I have a kind or caring bone in My body? The world and all in it belong at My feet and at My whim.

“he seems to be slowing down.” “Yes, well we have been riding around town all evening”. “Should We stop and switch pedicabs?” “Heavens no darling! Why should WE be inconvenienced? It’s the third world.

Oh don’t be ridiculous! laughing… This is by NO means My collection. Simply those I’ve selected for THIS week. A new one for each day! Furry little vermin…aren’t you glad there are only fifty two weeks in a year!

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

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!!

The smell of success. Smells like…leather. And lots of it!

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

What?? Did you think…they just…shed…these?? Like an elk sheds it’s antlers? Like a snake sheds it’s skin? Oh mais non! There’s real sacrifice here deary. Vanity rules! It’s a hard, cruel world. Full of

Mmmmmmmmmmmm… Oh lord, nothing feels as good against My skin as ‘their skin’.

And I should care??? I love blood and I love diamonds! I really don’t see a problem!

GODDAMMIT!!! I specifically instructed NO salt or ‘ice melt’ was to be used on the stairs! It stains My Louboutins! Bring Me the 'shovel servant’s’ ugly little monkey faced child. IT can lick the poison off My soles. It will

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!

Enjoying a decadently expensive lunch in the city at My favorite brasserie. I’ve just fired the entire household staff two days before Christmas. Turned them out on the street. After withholding their final two months wages of course as overdue

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!

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?

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 bored. Bring Me My bow, a quiver of arrows and fetch one of the servant’s children. I need to hone My skills!

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

duchessclaudiadechagrin: Exzellente Even the ‘smooth animals’ with no fur are good for something!

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

“Gawd, here she comes. Crawling for her tip.” “Ugh…third world scum! Like I need that filth to HAND Me a towel! We can’t even have the powder room to Ourselves anymore without the damned do nothing attendant!”

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

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

My neighbor Dimitri is hosting a shooting party and canned hunt this evening. The tent is erected, the champagne chilled and the guns leaned and loaded. And I am dressed appropriately for a lovely evening of drinking, laughter and decadent carnage.

“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.”

I have three actually. One to wear with My four inch heels, one to wear with My five inch heels and a third to wear with My platform boots. I just hate it when the length isn’t perfect. Why? Because I can!

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

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

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

Bet no one asks Me if this one is fake! Hahahahahaha…

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

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’.

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…

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

Sumptuous leather and the softest fur…they belong together. If it doesn’t bleed, suffer and die…it doesn’t get the privilege of touching My body.And the more prolonged and agonizing that death and suffering…and the more

Wear it. Lounge on it. Walk on it…and sink those heels into it. Embrace Your dominion. It’s there for the taking. So take and take and take…until there’s nothing left to take.

The still of early morning. There’s a crispness in the air. A peaceful quiet.But if you listen closely…You can hear the far off snaps of the traps springing shut. The occasional faint cry or yelp. Sounds that bring a smile to My face.

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

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