We're reaching the end of July now, but I still had May rapes on my blog to-do list. Here are some long overdue details from the past and a few recent things too. Happy stroking.
FootSlave
"Are you running away again?" That's what I asked FootSlave when he failed to respond to my messages back in April. His silence was all the affirmation I needed when I wrote that he must have succumbed to the cycle again. A couple days after FootSlave's second blog mention, he reappeared.
"Hello master! Please forgive my absence. Just sent you something from your wishlist. It will come Friday I think."
He'd actually purchased several things from my wish list: a shoe rack, Lacoste tshirt, and Under Armour socks for about $100. Not a bad beginning to an apology. I was asleep, so I see didn't that message until the next morning, but FootSlave continued anyway: "Probably you are angry with me. I've been a very disgraceful slave. I will wait for your forgiveness." He used a sad face emoticon. "Please, master, hit me up when you receive the gifts."
When I saw FootSlave's messages, I wrote one simple line in reply, thinking of how vehemently this faggot had professed to be my slave: "You have been disgraceful."
"I know," he responded later. "I'm so embarrassed. I'd love to make it up to you somehow."
That was a much better attitude, and I already had a plan in mind. We just needed to be online at the same time to make it happen. FootSlave lives in Europe, so the time zone difference can make communication challenging, particularly when I'm keeping odd hours. Eventually, though, we were both online and awake, and that's when I was able to make good on my promise to fuck FootSlave hard.
"What are you doing master?"
"Relaxing," I answered. "Wanting to drain some fags."
"Well I'm a fag, sir."
"Going to be a good one today? Send me $100," I challenged.
FootSlave confirmed my email address and sent the cash.
"Are you remembering your place yet?"
"Always remember it," he claimed.
"Not easy to tell sometimes." I made FootSlave send another $100, hoping to remind him.
"Done! Fuck yeah."
"You're going to be a good cash fag today," I assured him.
"Yes, master, I need to be."
With $200 of FootSlave's cash in my balance, I started a Skype call. I was already horny as fuck, so he was greeted with my fat cock.
"Go add another $100," I commanded.
"I can't say no."
"You can only do what I tell you to do."
After a few minutes of chatting, I ordered FootSlave to deposit $200. He immediately obeyed.
"Damn, you fucked me hard this time."
"I knew you could do it. You needed to be fucked hard. It's been so long since you served."
"Fuck yes, sir, you're totally right. Let me be the fucking pussy cash faggot I need to be."
"My pussy cash faggot. Trying to please this big fat dick."
Apparently that was too much for him. He shot his load before we hit 20 minutes, $500 of FootSlave's money resting in a more proper place. He apologized for cumming too soon and without permission.
If you've read my other posts about FootSlave, you're likely already guessing that he ran away again. He did. I haven't heard a word from him since the end of May. FootSlave is probably still out there lurking, though, reading these posts and jacking off to my videos. As this faggot gets older, he'll probably get less flighty and more accepting of his place down at my feet. Until then, as always, I'll see him again when the urges to submit become too overwhelming.
Running away doesn't change anything. If you've spent time hiding from me and you're reading this right now, you know exactly what I mean. Running away merely delays my inevitable gratification. The longer you deprive me, the more eager I'll be to remind you of your lowly place when you come crawling back.
Gear Victim
Gear Victim has been getting fucked hard since I took $600 in one go. This is what May looked like:
Why the drop to $100 at the end of the month? He's trying to save at least $2,000 to meet me in person, now that he's living within driving distance. It's a struggle: "Can you do $100 or not? Or maybe I should just save up." Moments later, after discussing some details of the potential real meet, Gear Victim was still torn: "You think we should do something now? Or hold off?" Again, after a little more discussion: "So, do you want to do something or hold off?"
"You sound fucking horny," I wrote back, noticing that he'd repeated his question three separate times now.
"So horny. So weak."
"I might as well take it." I figured he could always borrow a little later to make the session up.
"Fuck. My bank account is in so much danger."
He sent the $100 and I started my cam. We talked about real time, but I was speaking and don't remember what I said. Gear Victim's words say it all, though: "Fuck. All gone. You leave $2,000 richer. I'm your victim. While you win and take my power. My money. Yes. All yours. I will have no control. Fuck."
He exploded in seven minutes. Easy. Afterward, Gear Victim said that "almost every time I contact you with no intention of doing something. You always wind up working me up." Haha. I can be pretty good at that.
And the pattern has continued since May ended. When I heard from Gear Victim in June, he was hesitant again: "You up for something now or should we wait?" I have a hard time waiting. I asked how much I could extract. Apparently $100 wasn't as satisfying as seeing me take more--Gear Victim said he had $200:
Again, his words tell the story: "Fuck. Shit. So evil. OMG. Fuck. Wow. Fuck. So evil. You'll do your job to ruin me. Wow. Like a pro. So dangerous. $200 all gone. Fuck. Wow. I am your victim. Yes, evil sir. So bad. Wow." Once again, he lasted just 7 minutes before the cum was spurting out of his cock.
Gear Victim didn't offer any surprises in July: "You think we should do cam or wait for real time?" Haha. He wants the real thing, but he can't bring himself to stay away. Can you blame him? It's not easy to resist me. And thus another easy $200:
I've had two other opportunities in July to extract even more cash from this slave's bank account. Alas, I was too busy to make it happen. I know I won't have to wait long for another chance, and I can't wait to walk away with $2,000 of Gear Victim's cash literally in hand.
Wishlist Servant
You know how it starts: "My cock is hard."
Within 10 minutes, Wishlist Servant was giving me his Teamviewer info.
I set up a spreadsheet and generated four random numbers, just like last time, counting down my wish list and adding items to Wishlist Servant's cart. I scored a Kindle, an air purifier (Fucktoy really wanted that), a Lacoste tshirt, and some Under Armour shirts. Grand total: about $400.
I placed the order and told Wishlist Servant the total. He quickly shot his load, surely mindful that he'd dropped almost $1,000 on gifts in May. Not bad.
The Kindle is one of the best gifts I've gotten, since it makes reading so easy and convenient. I carry that thing with me whenever I know I'll have a free moment. Speaking of utility, the Nike Air Max 2015s I got in Wishlist Servant's last haul have become my favorite walking shoes, enduring countless hours of grit and sweat.
Looking forward to more packages at my door. You can't ever give enough.