I'm often asked how many slaves I have, and I always give the same answer: I don't know. If anything is consistent in this scene, it's that slaves are inconsistent. Some guys regularly disappear for months at a time. Do they count? Likewise, I've had slaves come back after a year of silence, even two years in some cases. Do they count? Even if a slave hasn't tributed me in the last week or month, he might still ultimately be mine.
"Running away" is one of the steps in the cash slave cycle, a prominent topic of discussion here and elsewhere in the scene. I've already mentioned that masters are accustomed to disappearances. After a significant rape, it's not unusual to find that a slave has deleted you from its Skype contact list or purged its online identities. In my experience, a cash slave's flight is universally temporary, though. Dealing with hundreds of people in my eight years as a master, I can think of only one guy who actually might have left the scene. He was one of three people who I've advised to quit, and he's the only one who I never heard from or saw in the scene ever again. The other two messaged me last week. That says a lot, doesn't it?
When a high value slave flees, he usually doesn't immediately come back to me. Instead, the cash slave often tries to "save money" by serving someone else who won't be as demanding. The new master might get the slave off for $100 versus having me push for $400 or $500. Obviously the slave's attempt at self control is understandable. Financial domination can be a very expensive fetish, especially if getting cash raped turns a guy on like nothing else. It's easy for a slave to overextend himself in an intense moment.
Before I say anything else, I expect that some of you are feeling panic and hesitation over what you just read. Being pushed to send $400 or $500? You could never! You surely aren't worth my time since you can't! You would hate to disappoint me with your insignificance! To be clear, I don't expect that kind of money from students or slaves with limited economic means. I received several $10 and $20 tributes this month, and I didn't press those slaves for $500. Not even $100. Obviously I'm addressing a certain kind of slave with this post, so don't fret.
Why am I so demanding with some slaves? What leads me to push them in the way I do? Honestly, I rarely try to push a slave past what I believe his breaking point will be. A broken slave is a useless one, so I try to be reasonable. A cash slave's real limits are usually impossible to detect, though, because slaves tend to enjoy being pushed. Uncertainty about what will happen next is part of what makes this fetish so thrilling for the guys who enjoy it. Very few people approach me saying "I have exactly $500 a month." So the numbers tend to climb higher. And higher. The thrill seemingly gets more and more intense. What was once "too much," perhaps unthinkable, becomes a normal amount, the ferocity of a slave's orgasm driving him to push harder.
Even if I know I'm likely to press a guy past his breaking point with a certain action, it can be tough to resist. Can you imagine how powerful an alpha feels when you've been pushed harder than ever before and you're still ecstatically begging for more abuse? When I know a slave will do absolutely anything I command, it's difficult to restrain myself, in part because I recognize that the guy will likely come back eventually, even if he's absent for awhile. Can you imagine how it feels to defeat a slave's limits? Shouldn't I live in that moment and enjoy the incredible thrill of exercising my power?
Apparently I'm known for my large drains. Slaves and masters alike ask how I manage to do it. There's no secret and no magic beyond the simple fact that I genuinely enjoy what I do. From the perspective of a slave, I couldn't fathom cash rape being exciting unless it was exhilarating for the master too. With me, there's probably a certain grin and tone of voice that come with those extreme rapes. The almost smug confidence that might have attracted you in the first place reaches its zenith as I take absolute control and command more than I ever have.
Doesn't every master enjoy it? Apparently not. I frequently hear from slaves that other masters seem disinterested, detached, or insincere. Basically, they're "trying too hard" or "don't seem to enjoy it at all." If you have the pleasure of seeing or conversing with me, there won't be an austere expression, exaggerated aggression, or poorly acted anger. I have no need to fucking tell you fucking slaves to give me my fucking money right fucking now. I'm capable of asserting my dominance without struggling to play some character. I get what I want just being myself.
I love to assert my power, and I feel great when it's over. For the slave, though, sexual gratification tends to be accompanied by sobriety, which leads to looking at the transaction records, adding the amounts up, and feeling nervous about the consequences. In these moments, a lot of slaves guiltily tell themselves they've gone "too far" and "need to quit" being cash slaves. That's when they disappear.
But it's not long until hard dick is in hand again (or being rubbed by a finger, for those fags who don't have much to grasp), a favorite blog post or a vivid memory igniting fresh temptation. That resolve to quit evaporates as the slave contemplates contacting me and giving in.
I love knowing that someone somewhere--every single day--is thinking about me, imagining my smile, picturing my dick, reliving an encounter by re-reading a blog post I wrote. Sometimes the guys locked in those reveries haven't conversed with me in months or even years, and yet I'm still on their minds. That's power, especially if a slave has been sending its cash to other men in its period of absence. How long can a sub be content with those imperfect substitutions? How long can he subsist on my shadows when it's so easy to lift his glance up to me?
If you find yourself obsessing over the memory, maybe it's not so awful to cross a breaking point.