Moments before I published the post about the $250 gift card, Cashfag84 reached out to me for the very first time. “Cashfag84 here! Hope you’ll accept the request, Sir!” he volunteered when he added me on Skype. “I was just mentioning you,” I wrote after accepting the request. “Haven’t read that yet, but will do shortly! Gonna get my tiny fag cock hard! Also, a few more Amazon gifts should be coming your way soon.” When I redeemed the gift card, I noticed that $300 in items had disappeared f...

Last week, I mentioned a relatively new faggot who had sent me $175 in Amazon gift cards. I rewarded him with my face that night, igniting an obsession. “You must still have me on the mind from last night,” I wrote after the faggot sent another $25. “Yes, Sir, thinking about you all day.” “What were you thinking?” I asked. “How lucky it was to see you on cam, Sir. How hot you are. A real man, Sir.” ...

“That’ll be dangerous for fags…draining on credit,” Trust Fund observed as we discussed the upcoming payment system last night. “Hopefully it’s dangerous for you,” I wrote, our first session of almost $1,000 on my mind.   “Haha. Fuck, I bet you do.” “Always nice to drain you.” “Yeah? Always humiliating for me,” he admitted. ...

First Cash Slave While I was editing the post about Cashcunt last Friday, my First Cash Slave messaged me on Skype. “Rape anyone today, Sir?” he asked. “Not yet. “I’m surprised they are not lined up already, Sir. May your slave send something, Sir?” ...

 I detailed most of the cash I took on the $4,000 day in Cashcunt’s $3,000 First Impression. This post is about the money I drained in the two hours following that epic event. Trust Fund Trust Fund has been reblogging my posts for months now. Eventually he started messaging me on Tumblr to pay compliments. “You going to serve too?” I asked after the first one. “I fantasize but I don’t think I can,” he wrote. ...

I noticed last week that the Ray-Ban sunglasses on my Amazon wish list had disappeared. Some buyers immediately take credit for a purchase; others only reveal themselves later, if they ever do. I spent a few days wondering who the mystery buyer was, finally finding one of those peach-colored “Sorry we missed you!” cards in my mailbox. Since no one had signed for the box in the lobby, I assumed I’d have to produce an ID to collect the gift, a problem since the names wouldn’t match. Rather than ri...

I love coming back to the scene after a long vacation. In the first four days of September I’ve already taken more cash than I did in all of August. I haven’t finished that long blog post that I previously mentioned–I keep getting interrupted, which really isn’t a problem–but I know you’re all hungry for updates. Here you go. After the events I wrote about in Sidetracked Stoner appeared. “Hey,” he greeted. “Know what happens when I drink 7 long islands?” “Haha. You give me the Teamviewer pass...

While I was working on my next blog post, a new cash slave messaged me on Skype. I said I was writing, but he sent $50 just five minutes into our conversation, encouraging me to take the time to get to know him better. This guy has been serving masters for ten years and is perpetually circuiting the cycle. He knew he was going to feel guilty afterward, but that wasn’t going to get in the way of feeling the incredible pleasure of getting drained in the present. After revealing his penchant for T...

“Thanks for adding me, Sir,” the cash slave wrote more than a year ago. I won’t waste a nickname on him yet—you’ll see why. “What are you looking for?” I asked. “It’s hard to admit, but slavery. It isn’t fair.” “Nothing is fair,” I assured him. “Fuck yeah. I mean, look at you, Sir. You’re dominant, intelligent, attractive…it goes on and on. I’m not.” ...

This faggot first added me more than a year ago, initially requesting to send $100. After half an hour he upped his offering to $200, and I definitely would have taken that had I not been sleeping. Evidently Aussie ATM was insanely horny that first time, because when we finally did catch up he balked at starting with $100. Two months later, the cash slave messaged me again: “Faggot has been needing to get cash raped all weekend,” Aussie ATM announced. This time I suggested $50, the cash fag ba...

June Draining Stoner This faggot is only capable of letting go and opening Teamviewer when he’s high as fuck, but don’t imagine that he’s a loser: Stoner is about to embark on a PhD in a lucrative field. I’m pretty sure I’ve never written about him, given that he’s typically only lost $20 at a time since he appeared in December. That’s usually not very interesting to read about, though the 20s added up to $460 altogether–almost $100 a month, which isn’t bad for a small slave who has no real ...

“I saw your blog post where you blind raped the guy,” Blind Fag wrote after adding me on Skype. He was referring to my use of Teamviewer’s black screen to drain Bryn, suggesting that $455 in fifteen minutes was “super hot” but probably in excess of his present limits. Trust is vital when a faggot can’t see what’s happening. Teamviewer’s black screen is exhilarating, but it’s dangerous in the wrong hands; I don’t recommend trusting it to every guy who calls himself “master.” Blind Fag learned th...