As I sit and admire myself in my handheld mirror, My little slave girl brushing My hair, we go over all the ways that make Me so perfect. I make slave girl list each way in which I am superior to her.. My perfect hair, teeth, skin, body... everything. She is My slave girl and her purpose is to serve as My slave while entertaining and making My life easier. With each brush of My hair I make her count aloud as she thanks Me with each stroke. This slave girl knows exactly how lucky she is to be My bitch.. finally her life has purpose.