Being an Elite Brat
Hey guys! I had someone point out to me this week that I spelled Louboutin wrong on my listings. I put it down as Leboutin, but this girl went simply nuts on me. It’s sad.
I think some phone sex girls are highly jealous of it when they see someone who truly encompasses the lifestyle of an elitist. I don’t just fake like I buy expensive things. I don’t talk about driving a Mustang and wearing a $50 pair of Jessica Simpson shoes… uh, maybe when I was in highschool. Hah.
A true financial domme.. a true money brat… a true money pig maker… knows what it takes to be a cruel young lady while at the same time having fun. I guarantee you that there’s not another money domme on niteflirt that is creaming their panties over the Britney concert coming in a few mos. OMG… but this little Princess is. Yes. I will be in the first 5 rows, screaming my head off… rocking some Blahnik shoes, DVB jeans, and a halter top… My eyes will be lined with MAC make up… and I will have 3-4 of my girlfriends with me… and guess what? One of you fuckers will be paying for it. Simple. AS. That.
I will lock eyes with the guy at the martini bar… entrance him with my $10,000 ankle bracelet waving back and forth.. and $100 manicure… and I will slip my hand in his pocket, past his pathetic cock.. and grab the keys to his Cadillac Sport… or his Audi A8 which becomes MY Audi A8 for the night.. I’ve did it. I’ve sat on the red leather in a silver Audi A8 and nearly orgasmed from revving the engine and playing with first gear and the clutch.
I get off on the power.
I get off on being me.
Meanwhile, the other financial dommes can put steaks and expensive chocolate and books and CDs on their wishlists for you to buy. Ew. Sorry. No.
There’s just a difference in knowledge of the lifestyles. I’m sure a lot of the bratty princess dommes out ther cannot tell you what it’s like to be in a high ranking university sorority. They don’t drive 50k cars with greek letters on the back. They don’t do charity work for the blind and homeless during the day on the weekends… only to turn into a raging, cruel, money bitch at night.
I am what they all wish they could be.
True facts.
I may not spell everything right. I may not have the loudest recordings. I may not be the most obnoxious fake bitch, ever…
But I am me..
and all of you..
ALL OF YOU.. wish you could either be me.. or be with me.. or serve me.
Lexie
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