You’re going to give it to me because you can’t help it. Because I deserve it. Because you want nothing more than to be the best you can be for me. I give you purpose, I give you motivation.
Stop what you’re doing and drool over my ass. Okay. Now that you’ve gazed upon something much too good for your pathetic eyes, you’re going to send. That’s the only apology I’ll accept.
You exist to make me happy. Excuses will not be tolerated dummies! To me, sacrifice is what matters. Are you doing your best to make me smile? That could be a small coffee send. You picking up more hours.
Your daily reminder (because I know a lot of you are kinda silly). You are here to ensure I am happy and wealthy 😇 if you are not sending me money…I don’t want you 🥺 ever.
If you approach without a gift attached you have already started off on the wrong foot. A lot of you seem to not understand that it is your job to please me, worship me. Make me smile! You should be trying your very hardest to enter a dynamic correctly.
I am stars and sex and beauty. I am power. You would do well to acknowledge that, acknowledge your place in the world (beneath me) and begin your servitude.