You've been keeping me busy since I posted "Pathetic." That slave messaged me last week to say that he'd seen it: "I came when I read it." Haha. Of course you did, Pathetic.
I'm focusing on small slaves in this update, featuring guys who have recently offered much larger tributes.
Since I'm writing about small slaves, this is a perfect place to offer some brief comments about expectations. I never turn small slaves away. The payments add up, especially when there's a big group sending them. That said, small slaves need to have realistic expectations about my time and attention. Yeah, I know how badly you want to see and talk to me--you can't help that--but I'm not going to spend an hour on cam with you because you sent $20; I'm not going to have long conversations with you every day because you're handing over $50 a month. You should be focused on pleasing me, not thinking about how you can get the most for your money. If you're a small slave and you understand that, we're not going to have any issues. Come admire me and send your cash like the guys below.
Loser ATM
I've known this ATM for at least three years now. You've never read about him because his tributes have always been relatively small, usually in the $10-30 range. I've even seen this loser cum after sending $5, as pathetic as that is. The most I've ever taken from Loser ATM was about $50. Yeah, I know, it's impressive he was able to last that long given how many times he's lost it over $5, but somehow he managed. And now, after three years, this slave has finally broken that ancient record. In our last session, I took a total of $228.
The ATM sends Amazon gift cards. A few days before the big rape, he sent a couple cards when I wasn't even sitting at my laptop. When I returned and redeemed the codes, the ATM had already signed off.
"Did you receive the gift cards that I sent you last time?" the loser later asked.
"Yes."
"Did you laugh?"
"Of course I did."
That thought got the Loser ATM working again. He started sending more Amazon codes, begging to see me smile as I redeemed them. When I refused his request, the ATM kept sending cash anyway.
"This is fucking addictive," he typed. "Are you going to inflict financial pain today due to my addiction?"
I promised that I would. I told him he needed to lose a lot more.
"Addicted loser losing. The addiction is fantastic. This is heaven. Ready to deliver."
I redeemed the codes until we hit the level that was usually Loser ATM's maximum. At that point, I decided to let the faggot see me, realizing that this wasn't going to be an ordinary session. I demanded a much larger gift card for that privilege, which he quickly produced (that's the $20 in the screen shots).
"Hahaha. Fuck yeah, loser. So fucking dumb."
"Self taxing," Loser ATM typed.
I turned the cam on, my grinning face filling the slave's screen.
"OMG."
"Totally worth it, right loser?" I teased.
He answered with his wallet, losing more and more, the gift card amount increasing from $4 to $10, and then from $10 to $15. Finally, with more than $100 already in my pocket, Loser ATM offered up that $95, almost twice his average tribute in a session. Unsurprisingly, that's where he must have lost it. The slave went silent after I redeemed the $95 code.
Loser ATM might need some extra recovery time to get his finances in order, but obviously his submissive urges are already recovered. Since this cash rape happened, the ATM has already created and deleted two new Skype identities. If you've ever committed a Skype suicide, you know how useless the tactic is. Loser ATM won't ever be able to forget my name. He'll always be just a few clicks and keystrokes away from offering himself up again. He'll add me back to a new Skype list at any time now.
Quickpay
Another slave who I've known for a relatively long time. Last year, Quickpay typically lost around $25 in a session, sometimes even less than that. Between my being busy and his needing to be horny enough, I don't get to take Quickpay's cash as often as I would like.
A few weeks ago, the faggot messaged me wanting to be drained. When I asked if he was ready, Quickpay took 15 minutes to reply. I'd already moved on to another slave.
"Damn. Not my luck. Must be a good one," Quickpay typed after waiting ten minutes.
"Took $200."
"Oh wow. Want a little more?"
For the first time in a few months, we were both willing and available at the same time. When I asked if Quickpay was ready for his turn, he sent his Teamviewer credentials.
I assumed this really was going to be "a little more"--the $20 Quickpay was usually good for--but as I entered a low amount, he asked if I could increase it. Not satisfied with my suggestion, he asked me to take even more. Not a problem. I figured Quickpay was going to cum as soon as I pressed the send button, but instead he asked me to keep going. In the end, I took almost $60, more than double his record.
It must have been intoxicating to give more. A few days later, Quickpay messaged me again, asking if I was still up.
"Going to lose some more cash?" I asked.
"I believe so. Do You want some more cash, Sir?"
"Fuck yeah."
"Twice in a week. Lucky me."
Yeah, that's right. Quickpay sent his Teamviewer credentials again, his computer screen appearing in front of me.
"Fags like me deserve to be cash drained by men like you, Sir."
He definitely meant it this time. $20? How about $40? How about $50? When I finished--in less than 15 minutes--I'd taken $115, easily making it his best night ever.
"Hot!!!" Quickpay wrote after he came (he typically doesn't write anything).
"Yeah it was. Hopefully you keep getting lucky. Haha."
"Yes, Sir! $115 in 15 minutes," he marveled.
"That's what I just said to the next fag in line."
I left Quickpay to move on to that next guy.
"You deserve it all," he wrote. Yeah, I do.
Effortless
His first message was his Teamviewer ID and password. No introduction, no conversation, no begging to see me on cam. Straight to the point. I logged in to his computer to find Paypal ready, $25 entered for the amount. I pressed the send button. So easy.
Assuming $25 was the kind of amount Effortless was comfortable with, I filled it in again, pressing the send button over and over until I had $100 of his cash. After the slave got off, he revealed that he was hoping I would have increased the amount. I typically won't do that without some direction--that's the kind of action that will lead most guys to immediately disconnect. It was good to know for the future, though!
Almost a year later, Effortless finally presented himself again, providing me with an opportunity to utilize that knowledge about his preferences. Logging in with Teamviewer, I found the Paypal form blank. I filled in $50 and sent the cash. "So easy," I typed. A few seconds later, I sent $60. Then $70. Then $80. Then $90.
"I have one last round in me," Effortless wrote. I took the final $100 and he shot his load, immediately closing Teamviewer. $450 total, a hefty increase from that initial $100 drain.
"Maybe I'm too easy when I'm horned," Effortless wrote afterward. Haha. Trust me, there's no such thing as too easy. It's a great thrill to effortlessly appropriate a substantial pile of cash.