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Fucking peasants. I hate the way they stare. Like they’ve never seen a girl in a thousand dollar pair of designer shoes before. It’s not MY fault that’s more than they make in a month!
“Inferior in every way, and therefore, fully deserving of whatever cruelty We choose to dispense upon it today. Soooo, what say you dear? Shall We give these new shoes a proper breaking in?
“I spent more on this outfit than I pay My housekeeper in a year. Well…she can dream while she’s ironing My blouse and polishing My shoes. Some of us are born to privilege. Others are born to serve us!”
“I tried staying out of the mess and just leave the settlement up to the lawyers to sort out. But I was losing ground. My worm of a ‘husband’ apparently found a spine and was scoring points. This was wreaking havoc with My goal of drain
Whether they’re trapped and skinned to fashion into something warm and beautiful, or simply drug around and abused in public for My amusement, all the lower forms of life eventually find their place of service to Me.
When I’ve spent all afternoon getting Myself perfect, and I’m in My newest dress and fur, I can’t break a sweat. Not before attending the soirée at My friend’s villa. So I just have a slave brought before Me and I sit back, relax,
How odd that you’re trembling from the cold. I’m as warm and comfortable as can be. Oh well, not My concern.
When I leave the estate for some shopping fun, I like to keep My husband in the loop on My whereabouts. A bit of a challenge as I always leave him hanging from his wrists, arms bound behind his back over the blood drain in the dungeon floor. It’s
Ten…nine…eight…seconds… and if My good for nothing pig isn’t on its back licking the dirt from My soles…it’s not going to see another day!
phone rings at the Estate… “Yes madam…?” “Williams…I’m in Chelsea shopping. I may stay in the City and dine with friends. you will apprise the staff that I may not be back for dinner.” “Yes
Fighting off a headache. The stress of so many choice I suppose. I tell you…spending up every last penny of your fortune and kicking you like a bum to the curb can be exhausting. I’m flying off to that little Spa in Geneva for a week of
The car’s interior you ask? Well…what do you think? I don’t bother to keep count of how many beasts feel the sledge to quench My wants and needs. It’s why they’re here.
I commissioned a new sculpture at the rear of the gardens, overlooking the bay. It was obscenely expensive, but I get what I want. The world kneels to a woman who knows how to use beauty, intellect and privilege to Her advantage.
I wonder what the poor and starving people of the world are doing today? Meh…what do I care?
Ohhhh how I adore this dress! And the way the Estate servants look at Me when I wear it! Sorry poor misfortunate scum! Some are born to rule. Others…to be ruled!
Further proof, as if needed, that all people are NOT created equal. WE shop at the finest boutiques and salons. Only the finest jewels, fabrics and skins adorn our bodies. others trudge about in hand-me-downs or thrift store discards. We spend leisure
Landed this morning and the penthouse wasn’t ready. So, I shopped! Tiffany’s, the furrier (two furriers actually). New boots, six pairs of Jimmy Choos, three new Louboutins in colors I didn’t have. A three hour lunch at Nobu and finall
To the short, the fat, the ugly, the ill-educated of the world…I say accept your lot! The world belongs to the wealthy, the powerful, the beautiful. And…you have a place in that world. On your KNEES, scrubbing MY floors, washing, folding
As I slipped on My 迀 Louboutins this morning, I noticed My servant Maria’s one pair of shoes had practically no soles left. So…I suggested she buy some socks! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
“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.
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!!
Having a tough day out there in your little world? Well…I flew to Paris this morning to pick up My newest furs and the limo was ten minutes late picking Me up at the Salon. NOW…I’m going to miss My reservation at My favorite brasseri
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
High five-ing Ashley who just dispatched a panhandler with one absolutely fierce kick to the throat. Excellent choice of footwear for taking out these urchins who dare to waste Our time!
“Yes Maria, send the people collecting for the annual Holiday Coat Drive up to My bedroom. I want to tell them in person I’ve decided I don’t have anything to give them. The look in their faces is just priceless.”
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
The life of a single dandy can be tough.
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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
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
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
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?
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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 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
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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
“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
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.
And you dare think My life isn’t taxing at times. So many decisions! It’s just exhausting!
Kneel out here on the walk with all My shopping bags clenched in your mouth. Eyes down. Head bowed. I’m going into Fendi to drop a few thousand on leather goods. Then it’s off to Jimmy Choo. They’ll be heavy. But you won’t fail
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’.
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
