Quick Announcement 1: I purchased the license update for Teamviewer 10, so I won't need to make anyone download Teamviewer 9 again. Feel free to re-approach if you were turned away because of this issue. Having paid $700 for the TV 9 license, I wasn't in a hurry to shell out another $200 for the update to TV 10, but I finally got annoyed enough to do it.
Quick Announcement 2: I've been getting bombarded with adds from fake accounts on Yahoo. If you add me on Yahoo, you should immediately say something like "Hello, Sir," so that I don't block you.
On to the main attraction. FootSlave added me on Skype on February 1st, telling me that he'd been a good slave despite serving some shitty masters. He said he liked my pics, my attitude, and my demonstrations of supremacy. Of course. Still living with his parents, FootSlave said that he only made $1,200 a month and that he typically spent $200 on himself, leaving $1,000 free for me.
I began by asking about that other master. The new slave sent a link to his blog and I immediately recognized the guy from past complaints I've heard. FootSlave described him as a "typical fake master," the kind of guy who doesn't enjoy his role at all, participating in the scene purely to make some extra money. I've never understood that--I have a great time draining my cash fags. Apparently this "master" was very angry that FootSlave had blocked him on Skype for a few weeks because he desperately needed money to take a trip. I'm not going to publicly shame the guy, but he sounds like a real winner, doesn't he?
FootSlave made a relatively unusual first request: he wanted to see my cock, having been titillated so much by the pics and the descriptions in my posts--he said he was literally drooling at the thought. That same curiosity has fucked many a faggot over! After the slave sent an initial $100, I asked if he liked piss, taking the laptop and cam back to the bathroom with me. I pulled my underwear down, unleashed the beast, and started the flow. "Jesus! Mouth open. Want to drink it all." They almost always do.
I went back to the couch and started stroking, FootSlave quickly getting very excited. "Your cock is growing really fast, Sir. What a beautiful cock...I'm falling in love with it. Slaves should pay their entire wages for seeing your cock." Yeah, some of them actually do. FootSlave sent more cash and said he was close to cumming. I gave him permission and he spurted it all over the place.
"I bet it was good," I teased.
"So good I hate your girlfriend right now."
"Hahaha. Be jealous, yeah." She's the only one who actually gets to touch it.
"You are a god."
"Yeah. Now you know. Now you'll be eager to serve me."
And eager he was. Immediately after that first time FootSlave was asking when he could serve again. A couple days later, he dispatched more cash and found his place down at my feet, which quickly became his favorite point of view. I first accessed FootSlave's computer with Teamviewer during that second encounter, sending myself his money as I pleased. It was mine to take, though I went pretty easy keeping his relatively limited income in mind.
FootSlave uses a prepaid card on Paypal, which means he was running out of money after losing $600 in two sessions. He asked about Amazon and I brought my wish list up on his screen, pointing out that there wasn't much left on it with $10,000+ in purchases. As FootSlave stared up at my feet and cock, I started looking at Nike Air Max 2015s that I could add to the list. There were only a few options on Amazon that didn't have ridiculous prices, but eventually I found a pair of shoes I liked, adding it and some Under Armour socks to FootSlave's shopping cart. I checked out and rewarded the cash faggot with another drink of my alpha piss.
"Take your cash, shop with your card, make you drink all that piss. That's the life of a cash fag slave."
"You are too generous!" FootSlave hailed.
I took a little more cash on Paypal, bringing the day's total up to $500 including the new shoes, and FootSlave shot yet another load. He couldn't wait to see me try the new Nikes on, and hearing me describe all the other shoes I own was already getting him excited again: "It's like you are the only one that makes my dick hard. Serving you is the best sex in life for a cash fag!" Without a doubt.
FootSlave couldn't sleep after all that draining, even though he had to go to work the next day. I grabbed a pair of my Nikes off the rack, putting them up close to the cam so the slave could imagine licking the soles clean. He called it his night job, one that was infinitely better than any other work he could do. Men like FootSlave live to satisfy me in every way they can, to give me whatever I demand.
Waiting for items to ship and arrive is hell, and FootSlave was horny as fuck enduring that torture. A couple nights later, I showed off a different pair of my Nikes, putting the cam down by my shoes and feet, as I worked on a post for the blog. The cash slave imagined having the chance to lick the dirt off with his tongue as I wrote. After reading the new post, FootSlave congratulated me and thanked me for writing it:
"You fuck slave wallets like pussies. A little bit harder if it's possible."
"They're all pussies for me. I fuck them the hardest. Deep. Empty them out." Right, slaves? The hardest.
"Leaving us full of pleasure." Fuck yeah!
Full of pleasure, he shot his load and thanked me for fucking his pussy so hard. "It will never be the same again. You stretch it more and more, until it blows cash." Sometimes it hurts to get your cash pussy fucked, but it feels ridiculously good. Cash fags live for that pain--they need it. They work hard for me and then suffer and sacrifice so that I can take it all.
When the socks arrived, I put a pair on and put my socked feet up on the cam. I'm sure FootSlave was drooling again, fantasizing about that incomprehensible alpha scent. I told him I was going to take $100 for each sock, sending myself the cash on Teamviewer. Then he logged into his bank account, showing me his $6,800 balance. It was more than I would have guessed he had, a decent pile of cash that I could drain.
When I messaged FootSlave to say the Nike Air Max 2015s had arrived he could barely contain himself, eagerly asking over and over again if he could see me in them on cam. I love seeing a slave so excited! He told me how awesome they looked--even if the soles were still clean--and sent another $100.
I started staying up all night and sleeping through the afternoon at some point in February, missing FootSlave for awhile since he lives in Europe. But eventually I corrected my schedule, finding him awake one day after I had woken up horny as fuck. I told FootSlave I was touching my dick and obviously he was hungry to be raped again. I connected to Teamviewer and took the first round of cash as he gushed over my huge balls while I stroked my cock. Then I picked up one of my Nikes and slid my dick inside, pulling the shoe up and down, fucking it just like I fucked his pussy.
"Fuck yes! Oh yes!" FootSlave exclaimed. I set up a final payment of $100 on Teamviewer, which would have made $300 for the night, but FootSlave grabbed the mouse, clicking the box and replacing the number with $200. Fuck yeah, that's the right idea! I pressed send to make it $400 for the session.
I haven't heard from FootSlave in March, but we're only a week into the month. Keeping in mind that he only makes $1,000 a month that he can spend, he must have dipped into his savings for the other $1,000 of my February haul, so I'm not surprised he's been quiet. I could very easily drain everything he has while he imagines being at my feet lapping the dirt off my shoes and the sweat off my feet. I bet he's still looking for this blog post, though, and that he'll bust more than one nut remembering...