"A fan of your blog.” That’s how this wannabe slave introduced himself. "I keep to the sidelines but lately I've been sucked in from the cashfag perspective."
"You want to try it?" I asked.
"I want to try it but ending up like some of your drainees is a fear and lust that I fight with. The answer is maybe."
The aspiring slave disappeared for a couple weeks. When he resurfaced, he repeated that getting cash raped was an addiction he couldn't afford. But he kept chatting and asking questions anyway.
"Why should I submit to you?"
"If you can't already answer that, you shouldn't."
He reworded the question: "Why do you think your cash fags submit to you?"
"Because I am who I am," I answered. "And they are who they are."
"Sir, I want to tribute so bad. But I'm scared and nervous."
I'm not fond of waffling or excuses, so I dismissed the guy with some simple words of wisdom: "When you're ready, you'll be ready to do it."
A few days later, the slave messaged me again. "That blog...it's only a matter of time before I break."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes, Sir. Heart racing. Can't believe I'm cashfaggin."
I assumed the conversation was going to end exactly like all the others, but this time the slave was serious.
"Done, Sir. I feel so lightheaded. Under Armour micro shorts." (Purchased from my Amazon wish list.)
I grinned, savoring the fact that he had finally succumbed to his urges. "Haha. Feeling lightheaded over that?
"Maybe I'm still on a high, but I think I want to be a cash slave, Sir."
No doubt about that. He'd been telling me about his desire for weeks. Of course, I knew the new slave was probably going to panic as soon as he shot his load. I warned him to be prepared.
"I've been following your blog longer than I want to admit. Cumming over and over again over all your drains." Apparently he's been reading about my work for more than two years.
$30 is nothing, especially since the new slave earns $13 an hour. I told him I was sure he could do better.
"I'm gonna end up tributing again, aren't I?"
"Yeah. You took that plunge in one of the easiest ways possible. Now you're thinking about what more would be like. You've been craving to be a cash faggot this whole time."
The slave started to purchase a shirt from my wish list. That action was enough to send him over the edge, and then he reacted exactly as I predicted he would.
"Came. Not filled with panic but clarity." Yeah, right. Imagine me laughing as I read that line. "Unfortunately, it's not worth it. I'm still a fan and consider the shorts a gift, I guess."
Haha. He really reclaimed his manhood there, didn't he? Not a tribute, but a gift! It gets better.
"How the hell do these guys fork over more than $50?" the new slave asked.
"Maybe you're going to figure that sooner than you think."
"Nah, sorry bro. Thought I was into it but I'm not. It's been a weird week. Anyway, happy draining. Thanks for letting me figure things out."
Are you reading this right now, bro? Yeah. Of course you are. Probably on the verge of cumming, aren't you?
I know what you are and what you need. You can't suppress those urges forever.