Somehow you let me trap you in this delicious cycle, buying gifts that feed my appetite and feed your shame. I use every present against you, teasing and denying until you beg to give me more, and you can’t find the word no anywhere in your pathetic mouth. You hate that you love handing me cash, but that’s the point. Take another step, little subbie, and watch how easily I bend you to my financial will, milking your devotion until there’s nothing left but obedience.