As promised, here are some more old faces for your stroking pleasure. Some of the slaves from the first part have already re-appeared, actually, but I'll save those stories for another post. Looking at my blog stats, a ton of faggots have been reading. When will you take the leap and do more than that? I'm waiting.
Maxed Out
This cashfag's last appearance here dated back to December, when he was raped for close to $600. At that time, he was attempting to control his impulses by requesting that I take smaller amounts; his November and December rapes were all in $50 and $75 increments. Of course, if you're going to eat a whole pizza, it doesn't really matter how big the slices are--that kind of trickery never makes a difference in how much a slave spends. Maxed Out has given that game up in 2015, and I've gone back to making my withdrawals in $100 increments. He loves my greed, and I know he must get off on $100 being our starting point.
In March, I drained $800 out of Maxed Out across two sessions, taking $400 each time. In April I was up to $200, entering my third $100 into Paypal when the cashfag asked me to double the amount. Haha. Apparently Maxed Out can't even handle that kind of number anymore, because when I changed it he almost immediately exploded.
Falling into his typical pattern, Maxed Out has been playing the add and delete game recently, hitting me up when he's weak and then pretending that he can escape by deleting me on Skype. That never works. He lasted a month, but just last night he finally broke down again:
"Draining a lot tonight, boss?"
"Just a little bit tonight," I said honestly. "Still time to change that obviously."
"Fuck yeah."
"I just need a wallet to empty." Ideally his!
"Mmm, my wallet has been too full lately. ;-)"
Maxed Out was overdue to feel my hands in that wallet brimming with cash. I demanded the Teamviewer password and connected immediately, the Paypal send screen already loaded. I filled my information in and dispatched the first $100 to my account. That's a good cashfag! No games, no complaining, just pure submission to my will. I took another $100 and then another $100, reminiscing with Maxed Out about the days when I'd score more than $1,000 from his account in a single night. I was getting turned on seeing how easily the cash was flowing, and I'd just slipped my dick out of my boxers and started stroking when I filled out the form for my fourth $100 of the night. Alas, Maxed Out missed out on seeing that sight--he busted his load as the confirmation screen was loading. Too bad, but you know we'll have another opportunity. I told Maxed Out I would be writing about him here tonight, so hopefully that leaves him weak and craving more.
FootSlave
As I predicted in FootSlave's first post, he was still reading my blog despite being out of contact for several weeks. Eventually he messaged me to thank me for the post, claiming that he had been very busy with work and school. After some pressing, FootSlave admitted that he was feeling "confused" about his role as a slave, that he was stuck in the regret portion of the Cycle. I speculated that taking $1,000 from FootSlave's savings in February had caused him to run away, and I was exactly right.
If you've experienced the Cycle, you already know that regret fades. No slave can fight his needs forever. Sure enough, FootSlave was soon apologizing: "I'm your slave and I should be proud of it. I'm ashamed to be so stupid. Please forgive me, Master. Please." A few days later he was back at my feet declaring his need to worship me, parting with $200. I was horny, so I had my dick out, FootSlave calling it the greatest cock he'd ever seen. "How can I live without it?" he asked. "I'm so glad you know how I am and what I need."
Unsurprisingly, this young slave slipped back into the Cycle after that rape. He went almost three weeks without talking to me, though he admitted that he'd been jerking off to my video clips. When you can't even stay away from those images, it's a matter of time before you're crawling before me again begging to be useful. FootSlave said that he'd loaded more money onto his prepaid card and that it would be available that Friday. He wanted to buy me more Nikes too, another pair of shoes I could dirty up for him to lick clean.
FootSlave never did show up. He's still hiding from his destiny, though after examining his recent pattern I can see he's due to reappear at any time. Trust me, I'll fuck him really hard next time. He might run away, yes, but he'll have no doubt about his place.
Wishlist Servant
You haven't seen this old face make an appearance here since November. Wishlist Servant said he took a break from everything for awhile when I finally spoke to him again in March. We celebrated his return with some random numbers. I logged into Wishlist Servant's computer with Teamviewer and generated a set of numbers with Excel. Alas, luck wasn't on my side in that draw! I sent myself $80 and the slave shot his load. The next day, Wishlist Servant was horny again, so we staged a little rematch. This time the numbers were in my favor. I took $182, making the total $262 for the two days.
More recently, Wishlist Servant lived up to his name as we did some Amazon shopping. If you look at my list often, you've surely noticed that I haven't added much in the past few months. After getting $10,000+ in Amazon gifts, I was running out of places to store them in my apartment! Now that I've gotten rid of some old stuff, there's a little more space around here, and I've also added some household items I want to replace. Get to it.
Anyway, Wishlist Servant logged into Amazon on his computer and I connected with Teamviewer. He moved away from the computer as I generated four random numbers, counting down the list and adding the items to his cart. I scored my second pair of Nike Air Max 2015s, a Roku 3, Under Armour undershirts, and a Kindle case (though I still need the Kindle--someone will take care of that), the total coming to about $450. I placed the order and told Wishlist Servant how much he'd just spent. I heard him grunt and groan as he came, his aching morning wood finally relieved. I can't wait to do more shopping with his credit card.
HopelesslyOwned
HO's biweekly paycheck tributes have increased from $125 per period to $160 per period as of March, and he's feeling the stretch, especially after sending $325 for my birthday. He sent an email describing how hard his little fagclit got contemplating the amount he owed me, confessing that his dire needs are irrelevant compared to my "slightest, momentary, instantly forgotten whims." HO admitted that he doesn't even comprehend the feelings I foist upon him, and I responded thus: "That insignificant dust is ignorant of the mechanics of the universe does not free it from their inexorable force. That dust is helplessly and forever bound to natural order, destined to fall into the place it (natural order) demands."
HO will always be an old face here. His tributes will never stop flowing, and he's helpless against my demands.
Future Old Faces
Finally, I'll mention one last old face who hasn't yet succumbed. Chifag has gone 6 months without being raped now, having only parted with miniscule amounts on Niteflirt to buy my videos. I noticed him lurking more and more, and we recently traded a few emails before he re-added me on Skype. I'm looking forward to fucking his wallet again very soon. Maybe we'll break one of our old records! He probably masturbates imagining.