Work, Bitch

Transcript

This is your pre-work motivation. Perhaps you're not really looking forward to going to work today. Maybe you don't mind it, but it's a little boring.

It just doesn't stimulate you. Or perhaps you love your job, but you need to feel a greater sense of purpose in it. Enter London Licks.

Hopefully by now you're aware that you work for me. Do I work? Technically, sure.

I'm working right now. But as I record this, it's midday on a beautiful sunny Wednesday. I've rolled out of bed and decided to get back into it.

I'm wearing sub-funded silk pajamas and I'm laying in sub-funded Egyptian cotton sheets. My work life is such that in a moment I might go and lay by my pool or take myself for a massage or hop online and drain someone of hundreds or thousands of dollars. Do we call this working? I'll let you decide.

But it's not the work that you do. No, the work that you do affords me this privilege. I've built this life for myself through the toiling of men like you.

And I just find that so fucking hot. I love real tangible power exchange. Now of course some of you love to identify as little beta bitches, toiling away, sweating, doing demeaning work for me.

But some of you have been working on a path of self-improvement, progress, promotion, so that you may serve me better. And I applaud and encourage this wherever possible. So when you're at work today, if it's grinding on you, if it's boring you, if it's just not stimulating you, in every one of those moments I want you to think, I'm doing this for Miss London Lex.

And should you have some spare time or energy, I want you to think about ways that you can magnify this work for yourself and then for me. Can you ask for a pay raise? Can you push for a promotion? Can you get a second job? Do you have a skill that you can monetize? Is there a hobby that you can capitalize upon to make more money, not for yourself, but for me? Abundance is prolific.

And abundance is a mindset. I almost discourage the thought of yourself as a beta loser, except for very specifically in the realm of jerking off, because it prevents your enlargement, your progress, in everyday life. And that's exactly what's going to flush that wallet so that you may drain it on me, just a little deeper, just a little harder.

I want you to work smarter for us, Pat. I want you to work for us, not just for me, but for yourself, knowing that everything that comes to you will ultimately trickle down. Knowing that the better you're able to provide for yourself, the more abundance and joy and bliss and wealth you curate in your own life, the more you will have to give to me.

Have to. Especially if you're indebted to me. Especially if my motivation, if my inspiration served as the catalyst for that, right? It's not like you need logical reasoning, though, is it? You know what I deserve.

You know that I spend your money better. You know that there's really no other experience or material good that brings you the pleasure that you get when you submit to a superior woman, when you give back, when you make those male privilege reparations so that I may live a life of luxury, stress-free, blissful, pampered. This goddess life is expensive, sweetheart, so I'm going to need you to step up your game.

I want you to go into that office, that factory, that workplace today and come out swinging. I want you to push and do whatever it is that you need to do to get ahead, to make more for us. More, more, more.

There is a limitless pool to be tapped. There is enough for all of us if we share, but that doesn't mean that you don't get to take your lion's cut and then hand it over to me. Think about how proud you'd be to be a good boy, toiling away from Miss London Licks in not just a hard way, but a smart way too.

Be efficient for me, pet. Be clever, be cunning, be wise, and then come to me and be so fucking stupid and dumb and reckless in the safe space that I've created for you to do that. You don't want to be a little bitch for the capitalist man, do you? No.

I want you to play their game. I want you to play along, be whoever it is that you need to be, be smart, be savvy, and then come and empty those brains and those balls and that bank account on me. The smarter you are in real life, the deeper you can go dumb for Miss London Licks.

The greater the divide, the bigger the juxtaposition, the more you feel yourself slipping into that subspace. So I wish you a beautiful day of work. I hope it's profitable.

I hope it's inspiring. I hope it's enlarging, just like I enlarge your cock. I hope in a way that you feel the need to come and spend some time with me when the workday is done, acknowledging me as your respite from everyday life, acknowledging me as the reason why you do what you do, acknowledging me as the goddess that you tithe, that you serve, that you work for.

Get to work, bitch.