You’re such a loser and you love having any kind of purpose in My already-picture-perfect life. Listening to My seductive voice, destroying you with the truth, only turns you on and makes you weaker… hearing how bratty I truly am and listening to the sound of My shiny boots casually gliding past each other… you so easily get hung up on each and every word that so naturally escapes My perfect lips. Knowing that I don’t need a single person, that I don’t “need” a single dollar from you… that drives you over the edge and gives you an insatiable craving to be useful to Me. I don’t care about your financial status, your political status, or your status in society in general… I don’t care if you’re supposedly important in your vanilla life because in the real world, in My world, I’m all that matters. Whether you’re a real man, a wanna-be-cashmaster, or a submissive who knows their true place… there’s only one way to truly please this brat.