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
Jun
Whilst my pay pigs are living their plain vanilla lives, I have arrived to beautiful Mallorca staying at the Hospes Maricel hotel. Mallorca is a frequented place of mine. The hotel is gorgeous, over-looking the sea, with grand architecture.
I am greeted by a lavish breakfast on my hotel balcony. An array of fruits and pastries lay in front of me, I can’t decide what to eat first. The table is set with a white cover and silver cutlery hosting a small flower arrangement in the middle.
This is the best way to be woken up, I sigh, breakfast on a beautiful balcony with only the sound of chirping birds in the distance. I look down at my surroundings, cobble pathways with vibrant flowers along the bushes. This is heaven.
After breakfast, I decide to pay a visit to the luxury spa at my hotel. I’m in desperate need of a pedicure.
I sat down in the plush leather chair and get comfortable as my feet are delicately massaged. My feet are placed into a foot spa and instantly I feel relaxed. The bubbles rise around my ankles and tickle my toes. My feet are then rested upon a pillow and the beauty therapist begins pedicuring my toes.
I struggle to decide on a colour, but eventually decide on a vibrant red. Devilish and seductive like me. As a findomme, I often get requests off my slaves to see foot pics in exchange for cash. These foot fetish losers pay hundreds of dollars just for a peek. It must me so humiliating asking a goddess like me for feet pics, how they would beg to kiss the ground I walk on.
After my pedicure, I then request a hot stone massage and facial, before taking a quick dip in the spa jacuzzi. I feel so calm, this is bliss. The spa overlooks the sea, I snap a quick picture of my feet on one of the spa loungers and send it to my foot slaves, they will feel so honoured.
Once I have had my spa treatments, I decide I want to go out. I feel like a trip to the port, and so I go.
I spend the evening at Flanigan Seafood Bar & Grill in Puerto Portals, seated on a neatly set table accompanied by a tall glass of champagne. I take a sip and the bubbles rush through my body, an amazing feeling. Almost as good as sex, not that my loser subs would know. They are simply my Human ATMs, loving the thought of me living my luxury life.
My server at the cocktail bar makes sure my glass is never empty, replacing it as soon as it nears finishing. I catch her staring at me often. A look of admiration I suppose, or jealously, knowing she will never be as superior as me.
We make eye contact.
“What?” I snap, shocking her
“Nothing Miss Stern, I just think you are very beautiful”
“I know” I growl back, and continue with my drinks.
Take a picture, it will last longer, I think in my head.
After an amazing dinner, I decide a walk on the beach as the sun sets would be amazing. I rush to the beach; sand runs through my feet and between my toes. Oh, how my fin subs wish they were this sand. I walk along the beach, tiptoeing into the waves, feeling they caress my legs as I walk. The cold water against me makes me tingle.
My assistant Samantha begins ringing me. I feel my eyes roll.
“What is it, Samantha?”
“Miss Stern, I am calling to let you know you have been invited to a famous DJs villa party tonight.”
Of course, he did, I mean, look at me.
“Tell him I will be there, that is all” I say before hanging up.
I finish my walk along the beach, planning the perfect outfit in my head as I return to the hotel. This party is only for the rich and beautiful, Mallorca is a hotspot for celebrities and heiresses. My little pay pigs will be suffering now, knowing they will never be part of the elite like me. They will forever be in debt to me, since I am priceless.
I arrive at the party, fashionably late as always. The music is blasting and there is a Kaleidoscopic carnival of colours and lights. I gasp as fire performers circle me, offering me the attention I deserve. I am wearing a white gown paired with stunning gold jewellery, including my Cartier Clou bracelet and matching ring.
I dance the night away, spinning round and round till I’m dizzy. I meet celebrities and fellow elites, they all invite me to various soirees and events in the future. There are mny eyes on me, I wonder if they know of my dominatrix lifestyle. Whatever, I think, your opinion will never cut me a check anyways. Maybe they are admiring me, I know my money slaves do.
The night begins to draw to a close, or should I say the morning. With the click of my fingers my private car arrives and I am whisked away to the comfort of the Hospes Maricel.
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