Bryn added me as a Teamviewer contact earlier today, enabling me to notice when he opens the program. When I saw him sign in, I pounced immediately. “Time for fun?” I asked. “What do you do I I decline?” the cash fag wrote. I didn’t answer, logging in instead. I didn’t see a payment method ready, but my cash link appeared when I started typing the Square URL in to the browser. Perfect. I called Bryn on Skype and activated Teamviewer’s black screen, which is exactly what it sounds like: the...

Technically I was about $60 short, but I’ll call that close enough. After two weeks of barely tending to my cash slaves, demand is definitely pent-up. I was out for most of Wednesday and still managed an almost $1,000 haul. I’ll start with Preacher, who had messaged me about an hour before I came home. “Getting some alone time soon, Preacher?” I asked upon returning. “Yes, Sir,” the faggot answered promptly. “Excellent. Time to worship.” ...

It started with Inferior, who sent $450 before shooting his load. When I finished using him, I immediately moved on to a new British cash faggot. The Brit started serving before my move, sending a $100 Amazon gift card and a couple hundred in cash. That he’s new to all of this was abundantly clear after I terminated the first Skype call: “Please, Sir. Show me a glimpse. Please, Sir. I love your face. Your smile. I don’t know why, Sir, but it just makes me want to please you. Please, Sir. Show a...

A few weeks ago, I noticed a familiar name when I scanned my Tumblr activity. Inferior, using the same username he’d had on Yahoo, started following my page. The faggot hadn’t contacted me yet, but I knew his return was imminent. A day or two later, Inferior added me on Skype. “I hope You enjoy them, Sir,” he greeted, signaling that he’d purchased something from my Amazon wish list. Inferior bought the $230 sunglasses I added recently, pushing me over $15,000 in purchased items. He also sugges...

I abhor having my time wasted. I'm willing to have an initial conversation or two, to discuss a slave's particular interests and to determine where we might go, but capturing my attention becomes exceedingly difficult after passing that point. In my experience, guys who aren't quickly willing to tribute won't ever do it, either because they have nothing to give or they aren't yet ready to submit. If I stopped replying to your messages, there's still hope if you're willing to act instead of just...

When a slave like Empty becomes enamored, it's difficult to walk away. A day after losing $2,000 to me, he was still completely consumed, already thinking about the next thing he could take off my Amazon wish list. "I don't know what's wrong with me," Empty worried. The answer is nothing, as I detailed in another post. "You're a submissive fag," I observed. "That's who you are." "I thought it was a hot idea, to serve an Alpha with my cash. It was supposed to just be a little game, some fun. B...

“What’s wrong with me?” I’m constantly being asked this question by submissive men who are struggling to accept their desires. These guys are convinced they’re broken and seem to think I can offer some secret that might free them from their behavior. A sub’s need to submit, I presume, is as natural as my need to dominate. Our roles reflect who we are, not conscious will or effort. Many men, when they reach the fear, regret, and denial part of the cash slave cycle, convince themselves they can t...

When I admonished Chifag here in December, I concluded my statement with a simple reminder: I always win. After waiting more than a year for the faggot to break, my patience was finally rewarded with an almost $4,000 victory. That Chifag avoided draining to me for a year was meaningless. He was still reading my blog, looking at my pictures, watching my videos, and fantasizing about being at my hands. His desire had never dissipated, which meant his fate was already assured. After our last enco...

You don't need thousands of dollars to be able to serve me. Here's a great example, with more small slave stories to come next week. Rubberfag When Rubberfag messaged me last summer, he said he was nervous about becoming a cash slave again. He'd served a few times early in 2015, only losing $200, but the intensity of those experiences had scared him away. The faggot tried to resist the impulse to drain, avoiding me after the last time I used him, but I'd never really left his thoughts. Rubberf...

The second part of Empty's story ended with my assurance that he would he be able to serve me more. Now you get to read about the fulfillment of that promise. Anticipating a flurry of inadequacy in response to this post--despite how much you're all going to enjoy reading it--I'll probably write another post about small slaves next week. I don't want to hear "I can't send $500 at a time" being used as an excuse not to serve. It's a pathetic one. On to the good stuff. Empty wasted no time, messag...

As I already noted on Tumblr, I spent most of January on a well-deserved vacation, which means everyone has had a tough time getting in touch. November and December were the best months I've ever had in my "career" as a cash master, so I've definitely missed smashing old records and seeing money flow. It's time to get back to tributing, faggots. I'm sure this will help to put you in the mood. I'm taking a break from the Empty series this week, since I have so many other slaves I want to talk ab...

I still have stories from October, November, and December that deserve to be shared, so I may interrupt the Empty series next week. As popular as the first part was, I'm not rushing to finish. The best is still ahead. One quick aside: Cash Slut approached me this week begging to get fucked. Unfortunately, I was out and the faggot had signed off by the time I returned. You know he's due to break at any moment, and then there's only one question: how high will he go? Day Two: The First $1,000 Da...