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A fav part of Below Deck Mediterranean isn’t just the crew fights/romances or the docking fails, it’s watching the charter guests slowly come undone. The walk up always looking good. Chic outfits, calm, acting like they summer in Antibes and spend weekends sipping rosé on someone’s private vineyard. You half expect them to casually quote…
As the reigning Mistress of a Female-led estate, I won’t be burdened by domestic upkeep. Of course I delegate such drudgery to My loyal male house servants—barefoot, collared, and dressed according to the strict style code of ancient Roman subjugates. You know the look: linen slave skirts, and the clink of polished Roman slave titanium…
Sometimes I wonder if the senators who make our laws are genuinely listening to the people who elected them—or if they’re just performing, afraid of the backlash they might get from Trump voters. In red states especially, it feels like the lawmakers aren’t leading, they’re following. Not the country. Not their conscience. But one man….
So, the scene: Father’s/Step Dad’s Day. I found myself pondering the same ol Xy ideas. Man books? Science mag? Whiskey stones he’ll never use? Been there, done that. This year, I did something a lil different and maybe riskier. Bought him… soap. But not exactly just any kinda soap. This was clean designed, Japanese-engineered, made-in-the-USA…
Every slave in a Female-led home should mediate on the following: Adjust your attitude to your Mistress’s way of thinking. Servitude to Her is not about what you get, it is about what you give. Servitude to Her demands sacrifice. Real sacrifice engenders inner peace and happiness in the one sacrificing; therefore, make everything…
There are people in this world—beautiful people—who move quietly, without fanfare. They don’t clamor to be noticed. They don’t dress to be praised or speak to be admired. But something in their presence glows. A softness. A sweetness. A lil tint of warmth that most pass by without ever naming. I’ve never seen the point…