

My lowly slaves knows their place in my world, groveling at my feet and paying his tribute to worship and glorify his divine Goddess. All I have to do is act like my regular, normal, cruel self, and you pathetic losers just keep sending my thousands and thousands of pounds. I’m a master of using your weaknesses against you, firmly clutching your fetishes with complete control over your desires. Good night. Tip me for my morning coffee.