This horse the only thing that’s worthy of a ride from me. My paypigs know they will never be good enough for that.
18
Dec
The heat of Dubai is intense. I watch as the sand drifts along the desert accompanied by a welcome breeze. My Versace scarf is wrapped around my face, only my eyes exposed. I begin to spot sudden mirages in the vast sands and begin to think of my pay pigs. How my little piggies would love to see me now, a light glow on my sadistic face from the heat, wishing they were worthy enough to touch it.
I am upon a horse. A beautiful arabian stallion with a flowing mane and muscular physique. His nostrils are flared, he’s highly strung with attitude. He is beautifully rough; I feel his strength in the squeeze of my thighs. Quite the opposite to my submissives, they wouldn’t dare have an attitude with this findom goddess. They are lucky that I allow them to serve me.
My hips sway side to side as we trek through the desert. My diamond earrings dangle from my ears, making a slight clanging sound. A constant reminder of my success. This horse the only thing that’s worthy of a ride from me. My cash cows know they will never be good enough for that. They belong in chastity, never allowed pleasure unless I allow it. There is a beautiful silence, a serenity that allows me ultimate relaxation. I relish it.
I have many gorgeous Arab men around me, leading my way. Their dark beards and tanned skin make me crave a real man, a man who can pleasure me in ways I could never imagine. I tingle at the thought of their touch. ‘Snap out of it’, I think. ‘No man will ever be worthy of you.’ I come back to my senses. My cash pigs know this too well.
“Samantha!” I shout
“Y-Y-Yes Miss Stern” she says, her legs shaking.
“I’m thirsty. Water! Now!”
She rustles through her bag, an ugly backpack ripping at the seams.
“Here you go, M-Miss Stern”
“Good, now back to the jeep you go” I say.
I stop her again.
“Oh, and Samantha… get a new bag, you look like a hobo”
Ugh, assistants.
We continue along the desert until I decide I am bored, there is only so much sand you can look at in one day. The men leading me quickly turn back, already informed of my lack of patience.
As we approach the city, I long at the beautifully silhouetted Burj al Arab in the sunset. The oranges and pinks of the sky captivate me as I follow the trail of a plane in the sky. Perhaps a fellow mistress is onboard, I think.
The beautiful and famous structure of the Burj al Arab feels like home, it is not my first time. I am greeted by the staff with large smiles, they must remember me. Then again, who wouldn’t?
I walk up the elegant staircase towards my room. As I enter I am greeted with the most beautiful smell. Sweet and fruity, just as I requested. Crisp white bedsheets tempt me to jump all over them, but I am soon distracted by a beautiful flower arrangement with all my favourites. My eyes widen at their gorgeous colours.
I undress and begin modelling new lingerie in the mirror after yet another successful shopping trip. I prance in the marbel bathroom naked, appreciating the cool tiles on my tired feet and staring at my curvaious nude body.
I look down at my perfectly pedicured toes and imagine how desperate my finsubs would be to massage them. I look back up at myself and smile, showcasing a set of gorgeous pearly whites. I bet my slaves wish they were this mirror, they only have their pathetic little imaginations.
As I settle for bed after a long day, I take a peek between my curtains, still nude. I quickly wrap a silk robe around my body, allowing it to hug my body tightly, before using my night to admire the beautiful lights of the city. My Human ATMs paid for this, I think as I take in the view. What sad little losers they are, but at least I’m happy, which is all that matters after all.
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