I haven't been paying attention to the scene or writing blog posts lately, no, but don't think I haven't been draining. I'm always doing that! After depriving you for six weeks, I'm finally ready to offer a few fresh words. Let's talk about another new face.
Seeker knew that he wanted a real man in his life. The quest started with simple Google searches, which led to Tumblr, and that's how Seeker discovered Faggot Slave Thinking. Reading about me there, he started perusing this blog and added me on Skype. A couple weeks later, Seeker had apparently gathered the necessary courage to act on the desires he was feeling, telling me that a $50 Amazon gift card was on the way.
"Are you sure?" I'd waited five minutes, my email inbox still empty. That's unusual for Amazon. After half an hour, I was still empty-handed, suspicious that this new slave was bullshitting me (which happens all the time). He went to bed not knowing if his tribute would ever show up. Two hours later, the $50 Amazon card finally arrived. Seeker was relieved to see that news as he got ready for work the next morning: "Thank you for letting me give it to you."
That evening, my faith restored, I asked Seeker if he was planning to tribute regularly. The question left him breathing hard. Could he rise to meet my expectations?
"I sent you another $50 gift card. I hope it doesn't take so long, Sir."
Alas, Seeker's Amazon purchase fucked up again. The delay was unfortunate, yeah--I don't like to wait--but it served as a perfect pretense to test another payment method. The new slave tried sending $50 with Paypal, and that worked perfectly.
"Eager to please me, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir! You are right--it feels good to hit send."
Are you familiar with that feeling? It's intoxicating, isn't it? To press that button and watch me smile as the cash arrives. Addictive too. Moments after his first taste, Seeker had already sent another $50 on Paypal, even though he hadn't seen me yet. Though his pockets aren't especially deep, he admitted his desire to be owned, used, and controlled, to become one of my regular cash fags.
Now I turned my cam on. As we chatted about how great I looked, I noticed Seeker's arm moving--he was obviously enjoying the view. Then Fucktoy walked into the room, forcing me to close the call. I left Seeker alone to bust his load that night, and by the next morning he messaged me to say that he was horny thinking about serving me again.
Having reached $200 in tributes, Seeker went silent for more than a week. When the fag reappeared, he admitted that he'd gotten scared and deleted Skype. If you've run away, you know the thoughts never disappear. Eventually the cycle resets as the cravings become too much to bear. Seeker, remembering how great it felt to serve me, remembering what it was like to press that button, downloaded Skype again, sending $50 and picking a few things off of my Amazon wish list. "I couldn't believe how hard my cock was as I ordered them for you," he admitted in an email. "Thank you."
A few days later, I was up early and Seeker was already craving again:
"Sir, I need to be drained," he wrote eagerly.
"Fuck yeah. You want to be a good faggot for me."
"Yes, Sir. I want to be your good faggot."
"Paypal me more cash," I instructed. That's what good faggots do.
"Yes, Sir. It makes me feel so hard and horny, and like a helpless faggot when I send you money."
Seeker is a helpless faggot. He has one mission now, which is to please me. "I want to make you happy," he confirmed as he sent the money. "Sir, I remember your handsome face and the way you laughed. I need to serve you." He found exactly what he needed, didn't he?
I was horny as fuck with morning wood when I called Seeker on Skype for the second time. My rock hard dick was already out and on display.
"Nice cock!" he complimented excitedly, his hand quickly moving to furiously work his own. Seeker sent another $100, thanking me again. Slaves usually look excited when they see me, yeah, but this one looked totally mesmerized, like he would do anything I demanded. I pushed until I had $325 for the session, and then Seeker said he was tapped out. I told him he could shoot his load, and moments later I saw an incredible look of satisfaction spread across his face. I've seen a lot of fags cum on cam, but that orgasm looked fucking intense!
Seeker took a couple weeks to recover his finances, contacting me again after he'd made some progress. He started by expressing his desire to buy me a gift, asking what I wanted from my list. I told him to surprise me--if it's on the list, I want it!
It's interesting to see the items various slaves select. Some pick the cheapest stuff and some pick the most expensive; some strongly prefer buying clothes and shoes while others are drawn to items they can imagine me using every day. Seeker apparently falls into that last category. He opted for the $145 goose down pillow I'd recently added on a whim, probably imagining that I would lay my head on it every single night.
Well, that fantasy has generally come true. When the pricey pillow arrived, Fucktoy made fun of me for adding it my list. She pressed her head into it for the first time and commented that it was "Really nice, but definitely not worth $145." A couple nights later, I caught Fucktoy sleeping on that pillow; and when I went to grab it the next night, her face was buried in it once again. Isn't my comfort worth any price? I sink my head into that pillow every night now, assuming I can get my hands on it. If you feel bad for Fucktoy, I added more of those pillows to the list.
On that same day Seeker bought the pillow, he let me know that he had $100 sitting in his Paypal balance, asking if I would take it myself. After collecting his email address and password--a prospect that terrifies and exhilarates most of you--I logged into his Paypal account and sent myself the cash. Now he had nothing left.
"Oh fuck, Master, that is so hot! Thank you for taking my money!"
I think the slave was trying to limit himself to that amount, but it didn't work. Within seconds Seeker declared that he also had $100-150 available on his credit card, asking me to max it out. Drawing small amounts, I ultimately pulled $120 off, bringing the day's cash total to $220.
Seeker's been MIA since that last encounter, so I'll presume he's deleted Skype and run away again. Given that he spent over $1,000 in that one month of knowing me, I understand the fear. He's probably still checking for updates, though, right? Probably jacking off to this post right now. He can't hide forever. Nothing feels better than putting a smile on my face.