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Your life is about to change.

Here is what you can expect from the Totally Abusive Bitch.

1. Intelligence. I’m not going to get into that extensively, because people who brag about their intelligence usually disappoint. Suffice it to say, I have it. So much so, that any claim to intelligence you might have does not impress me. In other words, your higher math isn’t going to help you gain any favor with me, moron.

2. Total abuse. Disinterest in your little problems unless I find them amusing. I have NO interest in rehabiltating you, fixing you, improving your self esteem or self worth, or going out of my way to gratify your fucked up little fetishes unless I see a cash opportunity in manipulating them.

3. Humiliation. Bar none. The only subject I won’t discuss is that of children. I find them, especially yours, repugnant altogether, so let’s not bring it up.

4. Maturity. Young enough to be smokin’ old enough to do it with style. If you want to be humiliated in a sorority kinda way, DO IT HERE. These hotties make it into high art, I love their shit. That is not me, alas. I am trips to Paris and New York, I am Lejaby, not Victoria’s, I am Nat Sherman, not Capris. I am the museum, not the club of the minute. Now, while this may be, it doesn’t mean I have to act like the Queen of England. Faux refinement = zzz. I still get a childish jolt of glee making you eat my snot tissues.

5. A personal recession. If you are not paying me, you don’t exist. I know a lot of little cockknobs who waste time in chat and email. I save the sentiment “fuck off and die” for my paying clientele. If you are not worth my time, really worth my time, and understand the kind of lifestyle to which I am entitled, you do not even exist. What was that noise? Mmm. Nothing I guess.

6. It is likely you will experience physical pain for my amusement. I know a lot of you will insist you “are not into pain.” I need about 4 or 5 assholes to stand there presenting their fingers and toes so I could count enough to show how many times I have changed someone’s mind completely on that issue. I MAKE MASOCHISTS. Don’t like it? Why are you still reading this?

7. Expect a lot more than you expect now. I deliver more than your darkest little self-destructo dreams.

8. Artistry. I use coarseness and elegance in a vast and varied palette, my creative expression is my rationale, my photographic skills and writing are my pleasures and they are refined and confident.

9. Reality. I realize that OMG IS IT A MAN is a common worry among total idiot losers, as though you’re not all closet homos. I can assure you I am not. I have other web presence, many face photos, an extensive backstory and my utterly addictive voice and if you’re really good, images, to prove otherwise. The more I’ve dealt with you animals, see, the less I feel the need to hand hold and gently encourage you in any degree. You’ll see me when you DESERVE to. And if you expect some kind of airbrushed porn pie content chick when you do, HA, go away. I am beautiful, though not cookie-cutter, blonde, or enhanced. I’m mid-size plus, well shy of BBW but definitely not sylphlike either, at the moment. I’m training to run, however, so this is in flux.

I know you’re already sticken with the need to serve me. MY WISHLIST AWAITS.

Here is what you can NOT expect from the Totally Abusive Bitch

1. Pussy tits boobs, w00t!!

I know you love porn. I’m not that. Like you can’t already tell. I’m not some kind of uptight antinudity freak either – I do whatever I feel like doing. If I want to put my thong ass up for all the world to see, then go me. It’s art, but I know you’ll just jerk off to it. You’ll jerk off to anything.

2. Free wankies unh unh…

Dumbshit, do you think you’re getting anything from me por nada? YOU are here for ME. I am not here for you. Show your interest by paying or phoning. No money = you do not exist, remember?

3. Stupidity from me.

“Princess let me give you my credit card number.” Enough said. Idiot. I do not need to play your retarded little blackmail GAMES to show my badass cred. You will play MY games.

4. Dishonesty. I’m not mean, I’m just telling you the truth. You are a dicktarded little freak of nature who can’t get laid. If I say you are purchasing something you are, and if I say you are tributing me you are purchasing only that glow of wheeee, I did something WORTH living for! So if you are having issues with photos, mp3’s or phone time for some reason, don’t be afraid to pipe up so I can do something about it – I am your God now, not a scam artist. Please. Like I’d have to stoop to that. Conversely if a pay to view item says “you are purchasing NOTHING” don’t come crying to me, moron.

5. Meetups.

No, fuckwit. Like I have the time or inclination. I have enough men to fuck with in my life. Maybe you’ll see some photos of me doing that, and you can cry that that’ll never be you. Wahhh waaahhhh.

6. Dating

Go ahead. Call me. Call me and ask me out. Say “Goddess, oh Goddess will you go out with me?” Please, I mean it. Do this. I love comedy. In other words, you have got to fucking be kidding me.