I Love Myself and I Hate You
I was getting ready in the bathroom, applying makeup why my slave is breathing down my calfs (ew). It is completely obsessed with me and cannot help but to tell me how perfect I am. Obviously everything that it is saying is true, and I can’t blame it for being completely enamored with me… even I am obsessed with myself! “Everything about me is PERFECT, and you’re a gross ugly loser!”
I really make sure to let this loser know how I feel, and seal it with a mean cold slap across its face. I truly am a goddess, flawless from head to toe… I love myself so much. Then there’s this… Thing. Its like a disgusting little troll that follows me everything waiting for my command. I hate it so much. The sight of it fills me with rage. How could something so DISGUSTING exist in the same world as me?!?! Its like a cruel joke. Its not easy being so pretty and perfect, it comes with a price.
It is MY responsibility to punish this garbage slave and let it know just how stupid and awful it really is. It praises me and then I insult it… verbally and physically. (Agin and again and again)
- Miss Lexi Chase