It's been a frustrating month of refreshing this blog page for some of you, but the drought is ended now. Is your dick already stiffening in anticipation? I deserved a little vacation after December proved to be the best month I've ever had. Despite not blogging and barely writing anything on the slave sites in January, it still proved a good month too. I'll be trying to catch up with January and February happenings, so don't fret, you won't go another month without posts. Feel relieved. And now, on to the first post about Number One.
In the spirit of Zero (who once again claims to be finished with cash rape, even though he's twice asked me when this post would be up), I'll assign this loyal servant an aspirational name: Number One. From the very beginning Number One's stated goal was to be my best slave, a favorite who I delight in interacting with. He discovered his place at my feet in December, when he spent more than $5,000 serving. Yeah, that's $5,000 just in December. The tributes were so numerous and in so many forms that I had to put everything into a spreadsheet just to bring you that total. Excluding the $1,000+ in fees Niteflirt took—which sucked, yeah, but we didn’t have a choice—almost $4,000 went straight into my pockets. Beautiful. I won't even attempt to calculate a lifetime total until Number One gets a second post.
Back to December. At the beginning of the month, I received my first message from Number One on a slave site. It was nothing out of the ordinary; he expressed that he was impressed with my blog posts and curious about how I could make other slaves so weak. Number One said he didn't have Paypal but claimed that he was creating an account to use with me. He messaged me a couple times in the following days, repeating his eagerness but suggesting that it would be difficult for him to find time to experience a rape.
I assumed Number One was bullshitting about everything until the day when I finally got my hands on his wallet. He began the conversation by announcing that he had severed ties with other masters who had cash raped him. I'd never seen a dime, so that didn't mean much. Eventually he asked for my Paypal email, sending a little cash to see if it would work. It did, a whole $5 sitting in my account. No, it wasn't much, but I knew then that Number One was serious about being dominated.
"Sitting at work trembling, Sir," he told me after that first $5 payment. At that moment Number One could not possibly have imagined just how far I would take him.
Hours later, Number One was off from work and finally found his opportunity. Coincidentally, I had basically just finished raping Chifag, reporting to Number One that I'd already taken more than $1,000 for the night.
"Hope Sir can go lighter on this new fag's virgin rape," he said with awe and surely a little fear, knowing that he was about to be in my hands. "Sir's mastery is amazing."
Number One did a few shots at the beginning, always helpful in loosening an apprehensive slave's inhibitions. We discussed Teamviewer but he was still a virgin at that point, so I permitted him to send cash rather than taking it myself. Starting with a $30 tribute, Number One blew through more than $750 on Niteflirt in his first night. Naked and kneeling on the floor, he was captivated by how attractive I was, his dick hard and throbbing the entire time. All of Number One's fantasies poured out of him, along with his goal: to be an ultimate conquest.
A few drinks later, Number One was begging me to fuck him over and relented on his resistance to Teamviewer. I had defeated his fears or his better judgment; he gave me the credentials and then saw me move his computer's cursor for the first time. Now I had total control.
"Trembling before Sir," Number One typed. "OMG." He was captivated watching me open windows and type on his screen.
I sent myself Niteflirt tributes until the balance hit $0. Then we added more money and repeated. "You own me," Number One admitted over and over again. Being drained harder and forced to obey every command I give is now this slave's destiny; he demonstrates his acceptance of that fate every time I exercise my power and take his cash. Number One exists to be taken deeper into submission.
It was almost 6:00 AM in the morning when I decided I'd had my fill, taking almost $1,500 in cash between Chifag and Number One. The latter pleaded with me to stay, obviously taken, but I closed the Skype call and sent him away.
"Impressive first time," I complimented the slave.
"Sir will get even more in the future," Number One predicted.
"Fuck yeah."
I woke up the next afternoon with 20 missed Skype calls. Number One had been begging for my abuse almost from the time I had signed off. He was hooked. I heard from Number One almost every day after that; he would tell me how much he craved to see me in control with Teamviewer again, that his dick was hard and throbbing from memories of his first time.
Almost two weeks later, Number One finally found another opportunity to indulge in his new obsession. He had a drink and stripped his clothes off, resuming the kneeling position he'd held for our entire last encounter. I started the cam and connected on Teamviewer, finding Paypal and Niteflirt already open. Fuck yeah! After sending $100 or so on Paypal, it stopped working for some inexplicable reason, forcing me back to Niteflirt. Starting with a few hundred bucks, I quickly took Number One's Niteflirt account to $0, prompting him to reload. We must have repeated that four or five times in the course of several hours, spending close to $1,200. I fucked Number One so hard we apparently triggered some kind of security limit on Niteflirt, with none of the slave's credit cards working to reload.
I think Number One almost died from feeling useless at that moment. He was desperate to be brutally cash raped but no longer had a means. I suggested we use Amazon, but Number One was concerned about exposing his personal information, which he had taken pains to protect up until now. I quickly convinced him that he had nothing to fear, that I was entirely trustworthy, and we moved on to Amazon, crossing yet another boundary.
Initially I sent myself a $100 gift card to verify that the slave's cards were still functioning. It worked, Number One passionately begging "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I grinned knowing in that moment that I had the power to take anything I wanted. Anything. I milked Number One's card for $800 in gift cards that night, the slave begging me to buy myself an expensive wish list item when the Skype call suddenly cut off.
I waited a few minutes for Number One to return, which he did, but he quickly disappeared again, succumbing to some drunken technical problem. By the time I signed off at 8:00 AM in the morning I had charged more than $2,000 to Number One's various credit cards. Yeah, more than $2,000 spent and this poor slave didn't even have an opportunity to cum! Almost four hours after I went to sleep I started getting the relentless Skype messages and calls pleading for my unequaled presence. If you've ever experienced an interruption in that kind of moment, you know just how horrible it feels. Understandably, Number One was feeling fucking crazy in the days after his second rape.
"So much control," he recalled.
"Felt amazing to give it up, didn't it?"
"Yes!" Number One agreed. "Still hard."
"Throbbing thinking about my power and control."
"Yes, just not alone."
Number One sent a couple small payments in the day after the second draining, catching quick glances of me on cam in several brief opportunities. If you've seen me, you know how maddening that must have been.
"Not sure where Sir will take me, but obsessed," the slave confessed after a glimpse. I was consuming his thoughts, depriving him of sleep, keeping his dick harder than Viagra ever could. Number One needed me now more than he ever needed me before; he needed the satisfaction and fulfillment that only serving me could provide.
Less than a week after the $2,000 drain—surely at his first possible opportunity—Number One announced that he was free to be raped again. Paypal was fucking up, so after a few small payments we switched to Niteflirt. Using Teamviewer, I emptied almost $1,600 out of Number One's account, reloading from his cards several times as I talked about taking him deeper. I fucked the slave so hard we hit the Niteflirt limit yet again! After half a dozen pitiful, desperate attempts to add and re-enter his cards, I closed Niteflirt.
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You know exactly what happened next. Having already diminished Number One's concerns about his personal information on Amazon, he excitedly recommended it as the next source of cash I could milk. I took $500 in gift cards before Number One had to leave. He'd blown more than $2,000 (yeah, again) in just 4 hours, more than $4,000 in a single week. Fuck! I've only known one other slave who parted with such a huge mountain of cash in that short a time.
"Need to calm down," Number One said soon after that last encounter. Who was he kidding? Time has proven that silly statement was pure bullshit, but I'll save the epic January drains for another post.
I am Number One’s universe, the real man he's needed in his life ever since he had his first intoxicating taste of cash rape. All others crumbled in the face of my overwhelming power. Number One has never known a craving like the one he has for me, an urge he’ll never escape. He’s become a piece of property, another of my many, many things, which know just a single purpose, a single pleasure.