No blog yet? When are you posting a new blog, Sir? Will you be posting this weekend, Sir? Amusingly, many of the guys busy asking when I would publish this post haven't been very useful lately. Apparently reading my updates is how they get their cash rape fix.
It's been relatively difficult to get in touch with me for the past month. I did some traveling, and I've been staying busy with Fucktoy. We've been playing tennis, hiking, and enjoying other activities, and we've been going out on the weekends. Fucktoy has been working more lately and seems over going out (for now), so I expect to be available more often, especially as the temperature drops.
Anyway, this post was originally going to be the third part of the summer series, but Pathetic's part grew so long that I cut the rest for later. Have fun.
Pathetic
Pathetic added me to his Skype list in August. "I saw your blog," he wrote. Obviously he wanted to take the next step.
I asked what the slave had to offer me, and Pathetic answered that he would be receiving a few thousand dollars within weeks. You know I'm not fond of promises about the future, so I didn't take him very seriously at first.
Then he made that sentiment even worse: "I'm serving a master. I shouldn't really be talking to you, but I was curious about you."
Haha. Slaves love to stray, so hearing that he already had a master wasn't surprising or meaningful. Coupled with having no cash to spend, though, I didn't even bother to reply.
Days later, Pathetic reappeared. "I have money," he claimed.
Silence.
"Are you there, sir? I don't want to be afraid of giving you cash. Please, sir. I want to stop looking. Please, sir."
I had wandered away for a few hours, but Pathetic kept pleading.
"I'm willing to serve, sir. I can't believe I'm submitting to you and you aren't even there. There's another master trying to drain me. I want it to be you."
When I finally returned to my laptop, it was too late to make anything happen, but now I was confident I could soon get what I wanted.
Pathetic apologized the next day, saying he had been horny and stupid but was "over it now." Haha. The conversation continued anyway.
"You seem different from other masters," the slave commented.
"What makes me different?"
"You seem to get how a slave's mind works. You're not just flexing for cash, you're actually getting in their heads."
"True," I wrote.
"It's not like you're bragging on your blog. It's more like you're pulling more of us in. You make it sound like you were born to do it."
Typing all that out was enough to get Pathetic horny again. I asked if he was ready to tribute, and he offered to send $30. I insisted on $50. The cash was mine a few minutes later.
"Haha. I'm not horny! I'm over it!" I mocked. "So much for that. Easy. You are weak and pathetic."
I called Pathetic on Skype, ending it after less than a minute when he said he couldn't handle seeing me.
"I'm struggling to think right now, sir. You just looked so hot. When you laughed I couldn't stop staring. I wanted to watch that forever."
As our conversation wound down, Pathetic sent me his Skype password. It was an invitation to check up on my new piece of property. When I logged into Pathetic's Skype account, I saw that he had been talking to dozens of masters. A few had managed to extract cash, but most of them were left empty handed. I also noticed that Pathetic had raped a few other slaves himself.
Aside from taking $30 when Pathetic was feeling weak, I spent a week barely chatting with him. I was checking his Skype account periodically instead, observing his conversations with my competitors. He was spilling small amounts of cash and telling almost every master he talked to about the thousands of dollars he would soon have. No self-control at all.
Pathetic soon realized that he needed me again. The slave said that he had $150 to spend. "I do need to buy some stuff," he claimed, trying to resist.
I asked if needed the money right away, mindful that his big payday was scheduled to arrive a couple days later.
"No, but..."
"But, but, but!"
"I should still keep some of it in case," Pathetic typed.
"In case what? You get horny?"
"In case I need to pay for something."
"Bullshit, faggot," I declared. "Worthless excuses."
At that moment I logged into Pathetic's Skype to see who what he had been doing all day. You can easily guess: talking to masters, though none had taken anything.
"Sure enough, talking to a lot of masters today," I wrote.
"I'm sorry. My master isn't always online."
That master bullshit again. Having looked through the conversations for weeks, I couldn't even tell who Pathetic's supposed master was.
"Fuck your master. You serve tons of other men. There's no point in even calling him that. Or is faggot just that bad at controlling his dick that he can't wait a couple hours or a day?"
"I'm that bad," Pathetic admitted. "I never used to be, but it's getting worse."
Yeah, a pile of money will do that to a cash faggot. If I take a few thousand dollars, I usually put most of it away in the bank. A cash slave fantasizes about all the different ways he could lose it. He spends the money until every last dollar is gone.
"You really are pathetic," I wrote. "No control. Begging every man you can find to use you."
"I can send $20," Pathetic offered.
"You have $150, faggot! You think I'm stupid?"
After a lot of bickering, I demanded $50.
"Fuck."
"Yeah, keep touching your dick imagining it. Feels really good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, sir," Pathetic confessed. "It's sitting on Paypal ready to send."
"If you're going to be mine, I'm going to set the terms. Not you."
"I could be Yours, sir?"
Can you feel the hope and excitement in that statement? Using the Skype password, I knew about all of Pathetic's transgressions. I knew what an adulterous cash slut he was, but I still offered the possibility that he could belong to me.
"I have the 50 ready to send, sir," Pathetic repeated.
"Shouldn't be telling me you have it ready. Should be telling me you sent it. Because I already told you to do it."
"It's sent, sir."
From the weak to the strong. I demanded another $50, and after some brief pleadings for mercy, that sum was in my hands too.
I left Pathetic the last $40 of his $150, warning him that I could easily check the Skype conversation history to see if he sent it to another master. He promised that he would be tributing again as soon as the big payday arrived.
Pathetic lived up to his assurance, messaging me when that money hit his account. The slave started with $30, a relatively pitiful amount considering what he had now. He quickly sent another $30. I told him to take a picture of his cock at that moment (he likes to send pics), which he eagerly did. Of course it was hard.
"Looks like you're having a great time," I commented. "How do you feel when you press send?"
"Weak. Pathetic," the slave answered.
"You are a weak and pathetic faggot."
"I'm a faggot."
I told Pathetic to send another $50. With the money in hand, I demanded $50 more.
"Sent, sir."
"Fuck yeah. Who's in control, faggot?"
"You are, sir," Pathetic admitted. "You're in control, sir. I'm stupid, sir. A pathetic faggot, sir."
"Dick rock hard at sending money to me. I can take whatever I want from you."
I wasn't satisfied. I asked for $50 more, which Pathetic tried to protest yet again. But he quickly acquiesced and dispatched the money.
As I talked about increasing the amount to $75 or $100, the slave said he was done. I laughed, asking if he'd shot his load, but Pathetic had already signed off. That means yes.
The next day, the cash fag confirmed that he'd gotten off. But this was a new day.
"It wasn't enough last night," Pathetic wrote. "It's never enough."
"It never will be enough. Pathetic faggots like you aren't satisfied until there's nothing left."
"The feeling won't go away. I thought after last night it would."
I smiled to myself. "Instead you probably want it more than ever."
"Fuck, I'm so horny again."
I told Pathetic it was time to click the send button again. He started low, sending $30. I told him to go type $50 in the box.
"And click send," I ordered. A couple minutes went by without any response. "I said click send, faggot."
After a few more minutes, Pathetic finally did it, sending me another picture of his hard dick too. When I told him to increase the amount to $100, it soon became obvious that he'd busted again. Apparently he doesn't have the stamina to send in more than $50 increments, but we can definitely work on that.
"You've taken so much from me. I'm scared to count what you've taken." He added the amounts up: $480 since his first tribute in August, almost all of it in the last three days.
Pathetic managed to stay away after that. I had drained him harder than any of the other men he talked to in that short span--he knew he couldn't keep it up.
The money the slave had received was gone before September ended, but the desire to submit never dissipates.
"Each day I'm getting closer to acting out my faggot needs," Pathetic said at the beginning of October. The last time he messaged me, it was to ask when my next blog post would be up. He's still hungry for more.
Well, Pathetic, here it is. Assuming you haven't already painted the floor and keyboard in the course of reading this, I'll be waiting to take advantage of your faggot needs.
See you soon.