It is not simply about handing over control to Me on Teamviewer and sitting there like an obedient little puppy with Paypal open while you tug on your insignificant acorn as I drain your account. Any fool can do that.
It is not simply about sending Me Amazon Gift Cards or buying Me gifts from My wish list. Any fool can do that.
It is not simply about coming before Me on bended knee, with your forehead grazing the floor as you push an envelope stuffed full of cash towards Me and beg Me to take it. Any fool can do that.
It is not simply those things, but they do however have a role.
What is it then? It is simply about your attitude. About whether or not you want to serve Me. Whether or not you leak at the thought of sending Me MY money that has somehow ended up in your sticky paws. Whether or not you have that intoxicating mixture of fear, nausea, self-loathing and the hardest cock you have ever been capable of achieving. Whether you are willing to give up control; let it be taken away from you. By ME. And that you would do so willingly, that you would submit to another man, crave His power, beg for a little attention, send your hard earned cash.
What do you earn? Minimum wage? £10 per hour? £20? £50? It doesn't actually matter. What does matter is that the degree of submission is significant. That you feel the lurch in your chest and belly when the send button is clicked in Paypal. That you know that amount of money will be missed. That you slogged your guts out for 5 or 10 hours to make it, yet you have just been beaten down and been weakened enough to send it to Me.
So focus on that need to submit to Me. Focus on the weakness. Focus on the thrill it brings to your shrivelled little cock as you tug away at it inhaling deeply from the little brown bottle.
Sacrifice, submission, control. Give in. Pay up. Cum.