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I spared a couple of them…just for the delicious irony of it. Now…they cower and crawl to lick My shoes when I enter the room. It’s almost as if they know…
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
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.
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!!
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
Don’t bitch to ME about your busy, demanding life! I have a Full schedule today! 10-noon…Shopping! Noon to two…lunch Two to Five…Shopping! Five to Seven…massage and mani/pedi Seven to ??? …dinner and dancing
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
At the winter residence. Soon the copter will land and whisk Me off to slaughter a herd of reindeer. Just to get Me in the holiday mood! Hahahahahahaha….
And I should care??? I love blood and I love diamonds! I really don’t see a problem!
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
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
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
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
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’.
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
I embrace and lavish in conspicuous consumption. It’s what We do! When You’re rich…and powerful…You can have anything You want. Maybe even a few things you didn’t even know You wanted! The Balmain leather jacket? .
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
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
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
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
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
thirstttqueen: brown eyes are beautiful. brown eyes are dark, rich, and decadent; they remind me of freshly turned earth after rain. sometimes they’re so dark they become inky, almost-black, full of depths you can’t begin to fathom. when sunlight
corissahatesyou: youngbadmanbrown: the only thing I’ve ever eaten more rich and decadent than this banana pudding is pussy this caption wins all the awards. Best caption I have ever seen.
eljacksotherplace: “Former soldier and bodyguard Leo Wounded Bear hears whispers of an assassin when attending a trade summit hosted by the rich and decadent Fernando Carlita. Leo’s suspects come in many forms, and will have to make a split second
