You will suffer for my luxury, ease my way, please my senses. You will give way to the gesture of atonement, an atonement you will never adequately fulfill. You will enact as ritual, again and again, this sign, this signifier, of your inferiority, my superiority, the acknowledgement in the sign of the dollar that you OWE. The debt. The sheer Karmic debt. Enough to bury you. Guilt, passion, obsession, and allurement, they swirl in the powerful and potent cocktail before you. You will fall to me. You will become my little Karmic puppet. It?s already begun. This is the economy of Sado Feminism.
