I lounger in the chair, idle chores like vacuuming are beneath a goddess such as myself. At my command, a domestic simpleton appears at my feet, presenting a glass of water on bended knee. However, he fails to meet my exacting standards, only remembering two ice cubes instead of three. Once satisfied, I spit in his face, a reward for his eventual success.
My every whim is his command, from kissing my shoes, lint rolling my shirt, massaging my feet, to becoming my personal servant. Tonight, I have a date, and I relieve him of his wallet, using his meager funds and credit cards for my own desires. I rest my smelly feet on his face, commanding him to apply for another credit card while I’m out, indulging in my pleasures. I plan to use the new card for a vacation and a new car. (Contact me if you’re interested in purchasing a car for me and becoming my financial slave!)