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Posted | February 16, 2010


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All my slaves know that I am perfect, with gigantic wealth, beauty and power. What they don't know is where all my cash comes from. I do, naturally, and I enjoy remembering all about it.

I was eighteen, and out at a nightclub with some chums. There had been a ugly old guy sitting in the VIP area. He kept looking over at me. The moron was completely smitten, and I knew it. Even at that young age, I knew the power that my beauty gave me.

At one time in the evening, after he'd been looking at me, I just walked right up to him and told him that I knew just how stunning I was, and that if he wanted me then he have to prove that he was deserving of me.

‘What will it take?' he asked.

‘For me to lift up my skirt and show you my knickers, it'll be 100 euros' I lied.

‘Okay, here is a 100 euros,' he announced, as he gave it over.

I took the note, then smiling, ‘I've reconsidered my opinion, it'll be 500.'

I spotted a smile and flash of excitement on his face as he readily handed over the additional notes. ‘I am going to bleed him dry', i thought to myself.

‘Actually,' I revealed, ‘I have opted not to show you my pants. No, instead I've decided that I desire you to strip off in front of everyone. And it will cost all the cash in your wallet.'

‘But,' he began to say.

‘But, what? Do it. Do it now!' I barked.

Confused, but excited, the man froze.

‘Look, it's really simple', I related. ‘First, I reach into your pocket and take your wallet', I announced as i did just that. I took away the wallet, opened it up, and took the thousands of EU Bucks within. As i did so I felt actually sexy. I remember licking my lips and feeling so sexy.

Regaining myself, I looked at him. The wretched, pathetic idiot. ‘Actually,' I said,'you seem old and ugly. This place is for cool folk who look good. Just get out of here!'

Turned on himself, although he didn't actually understand why, he obeyed. I snorted to myself as he ran off, before counting out the cash : 6,500 euros!

‘This is easy' I claimed to myself. ‘I am never going to work. I'm just going to squash money out of simpleton men.'

So it all began...