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To put it simply, I’m born from the womb of superiority. A sub or slave’s position in life in comparison to mine is quite similar to comparing apples to fine Ecuadorian dark chocolate, or better yet, disposable catheters to the Taj Mahal. You have your purpose, I have mine. I understand and know who I am, for me to invite peons and pigs into My World on any level that I deem appropriate is and will be respected and revered as nothing less than a blessing.
You are chattel. I have warm spots in my character but this does not negate truths: you are here to be found useful to me, you are to appreciate the time you spend serving me, you accept these realities, and your gratitude is personified by your actions. If your main focus is in yourself and not in pleasing me, don’t waste either of our time.
Long story short,
Get the fuck out of my lovely face, unless I'm bitch slapping you and you're handing me a fat wallet, got it?
To serve me and session with me real time, understand it is your obligation to be reverent and selfless. I deserve nothing less than all that I demand. Message me with the utmost respect, at minimum.
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