People are very, Very, VEry, VERy, VERY sensitive nowadays and even submissive creatures demand to be treated with respect. Now, I never had a high opinion of men in the first place, but this is a new and unprecedented level of stupidity. A demanding slave is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms. You’re either demanding or a slave, but you can’t be both. If you think I’m being rude or disrespectful, then I suggest you take a long hard look in the mirror, because you are not a slave. Not even the beginning of a slave. To Me, a slave is like toilet paper – useful at certain times of the day, but ‘respect’ is not the word that comes to mind while wiping My bottom.
And please, for the love of God, don’t tell Me you’re one of those tiresome creatures who demands to be heard! If so, may I suggest you join a choir? Go into politics? Train a parrot? Find a job as a railway station announcer? ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please, the train from God-knows-where is now arriving at platform nummer two’.
Let’s be honest, in the grand scheme of things you’re an insect, a broom with testicles, a fart gone wrong, an empty vase, an afterthought, one of evolution most dreadful mistakes. Why the hell would I want to listen to your boring stories? Call a sex chat line. Or go and see a therapist, while you’re at it. But whatever you do, leave Me out of it. I’m a Mistress for God’s sake, not an extension of the Wailing Wall. So no, I don’t have to convince you that I’m a real Mistress; you have to convince Me
that you’re a real slave. Lady Blunt