There’s blood in the water … and I love using cocaine forced intox sessions to drain your mind and your wallet!
I’ve been away from you pig losers, cocaine sluts, poppers whores, and all-purpose degenerates for a hot minute. But that’s because I really had to dedicate some of My Mistress talents toward spending some of My money, (formerly your money.) I’ve really been treating Myself to lots of new clothes and fabulous salon services. You guys know I’m a greedy, bottomless pit when it comes to the mastery of all things feminine. A lot of you lucky, little shits have first-hand experience in financing My hair, Sephora collection, bags, shoes, perfumes, clothes, and pedicures. Fortunately My life isn’t dependent on waiting until you come along to rub your dick to buy what I want. I take what I want, when I want it … and then I buy what I want or make you buy it. And I would be remiss if I did not mention this lovely, little contribution to My collection plate that Olive Oil made in The Church of Porsha about a week ago. He really is adorable with all that cocaine and booze flowing right up into his skull …
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