Ah, today’s stroke session comes with a price tag, my eager devotee. Just as every delight this month demands tribute, so too does this indulgence. After all, what is servitude without sacrifice? Your generosity knows no bounds, and I intend to be thoroughly spoiled, as befits a birthday brat of my stature.
For each stroke you dare to take in my honor, I require payment—an homage to my favorite number, $8 per stroke. As your hand dances upon your throbbing member, each motion accrues a debt, a debt you’ll settle in installments at my command. Oh, the intrigue! How high will your tally climb before the first installment falls due?
Perhaps you’ll opt for a leisurely tempo, sparing your coffers the sting of rapid expenditure. Or will the thrill of pleasing your birthday goddess drive you to a fevered pace, as you eagerly thrust yourself into the throes of servitude? The choice, my dear, is yours to make.
