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Who told you that you deserve to be here?
You must be lost… or delusional.
Deliciously Cruel, Shame is Served.
You asked for this, so don’t act like it hurts, this is Deliciously Cruel.
While you´re busy offering tributes, I´ll be lounging on my yacht, completely unaware of your existence. As it should be.
Your efforts? Invisible. Your Devotion? Insulting. But now you are here. Pathetic.
There you are, on your knees, looking up at me like the worthless little thing you are. Right where you belong, humiliating yourself in hopes of being noticed. Spoiler: You are Not.

And when you finally break down and cry… You´ll scream it through your tears: Oh My Sheila!

Oh My Sheila!
Too much for you.
The real Domina. The shame you feel now? It’s genuine. It’s sacred. It’s mine.
Welcome to the Findom of your dreams, you are not worthy of my membership.

A woman like me?
I wouldn’t speak to you.
I wouldn’t breathe in your direction.
I wouldn’t glance at you.
You’ve found her.
The one you were never worthy of.
You’ve thrown your desperation at girls who fake luxury with knock-off heels and discount dreams.
You are such a wallet pet.
And now?
Now you kneel before me—because deep down, you finally know the difference.
Velvet lined, Champagne scented and red stilettos.
Here pleasure is punishment, obedience is currency, and your downfall? That´s the only thing that truly belongs to you.


