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You’ve reached that point again at the end of the month. Rent is due, but instead of seeing that money as something to hand over to your landlord, you are staring at it with trembling hands, wondering if it belongs to me, your goddess. I put the choice in front of you: be the boring, responsible adult and pay your bills, or surrender to the addiction that has you hooked. Deep down, you already know what turns you on more. You ache to send tributes, to feel the rush of sacrificing for me, to prove you are nothing but my loyal paypig. The decision is simple. Rent or tribute?