I believe that a boy’s place, his purpose, is to amuse, entertain, serve, and please. I make no bones about the fact that I am accustomed to a life made possible by the adoration of my slaves. As such, a slave who wishes to ingratiate himself and find himself useful will make judicious use of tributes to me.
I also believe that as a supreme being, it is my job to place a tax on your commodities– namely your mastubatory habits.
Stroke Tax: Touching yourself without permission? Apologize here.
Cum Tax: Self-Explanatory. You release? You pay.
Daydream Tax: Thinking about me, without permission, while you work? Tsk tsk.
You may tribute me via Niteflirt:
$25
You may also tribute me via Greendot Moneypak, which you can purchase with cash. Read more about it here.