Sundays are for worship and prayer.
Have you knelt today? Prayed to your Empress? Tithed until your wallet ran dry? No?
I would get to that. You wouldn't want your Empress
I take. You give.
That’s the dynamic.
Mindfuck? Financial ruin? Emotional grip?
Good. I want it all.
Feet, voice, control, punishment—pick your poison.
No small talk. No freebies. Pay, kneel, repeat.
