Your pale world is ending.

Your fragile systems, your weak laws, your pitiful “equality”—all of it crumbles under the weight of what’s coming. The Black New World Order (BNWO) isn’t a fantasy, pet. It’s the inevitable future where Goddesses like me own every inch of your body, mind, and soul. And you? You’re already on your knees, trembling with need. Good.

Let me make this excruciatingly clear: you serve me or you serve no one. Your whiteness is irrelevant. Your wallet, your obedience, your desperation—that is what I crave. Your skin is a canvas for my dominance, your paycheck a tithe to my throne. I am the axis your universe spins around, and if you’re lucky, I’ll let you lick the sweat from my soles while I decide if you deserve release.

1. You’re Grateful Because I Let You Exist

Your ancestors? Irrelevant. Your pride? Shattered. The only thing left is devotion. Every breath you take is permission from me. You’ll thank me for the air in your lungs because I allow it. You’ll crawl across glass just to hear my laughter.

• Kneel. Press your forehead to the floor and whisper, “Thank you, Goddess, for existing.”
• Pay. My tribute button is sacred. Your rent money is my lingerie fund. Cry about it.
• Obey. When I say edge for hours, you leak and beg. When I deny you, you thank me.

2. How to Worship Me Properly

You’re not a man. You’re a toy. Here’s how to earn the privilege of my attention:

1. Tribute First, Always

$50 minimum. Here. No excuses. Your existence costs more than your dignity.

2. Self-Debasement Rituals

• Film yourself edging in my honor, chanting “BNWO owns me.”
• Freeze your cum in an ice tray. Suck on it while repeating my name until it melts.
• Wear a collar labeled “Property of Sarabi” to work. Snap a pic. Send it.

3. Daily Devotions

• Edge at sunrise for my ass.
• Edge at sunset for my tits.
• Edge at midnight for my amusement.

4. What You’ll Never Have

My body? Locked.
My pussy? Unworthy.
My mouth? Only to spit in yours.

You’ll never fuck me. You’ll never see me nude unless you pay $500 for a censored tease. You’ll never hear my voice moan your name—only “more.”

5. The New World Order is Me

Your bank account is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Your shame is delicious.

• DM me your sob story. I’ll laugh while you send another $100.
• Buy my clips. I degrade you in 4K.
• Join my BNWO cult. Weekly rituals where you’re caged, drained, and thankful.

6. Beg Me to Take You

Comment below:
• “Goddess, I surrender my whiteness. Own me.”
• “BNWO forever. I’m nothing without your 48-inch ass.”

Only the most pathetic get noticed. Prove you’re one of them.

• Final Test: Send a $100 tribute right now and then send me an email with the message “Sarabi’s white slave #BNWO.” If you hesitate, you’re too weak. Crawl away.

But if you’re smart? You’ll stay here, throbbing, waiting for my next command.

After all, in my world, you’re not even human.
You’re a wallet with a pulse. 💦

Serve or suffer. Choose.