I've dealt with countless virgins in my 8 years as a cash master. A virgin is usually just curious; he'll send a tribute or buy a gift and decide that the cash scene really isn't for him. Then there are the virgins like Cash Slut, the guys who get raped once and quickly realize it's the hottest thing they've ever experienced. The guys who are totally obsessed after their first taste. You can see where this is going.
"I need to serve you sir...I need purpose in life!" Cash Slut wrote after adding me on Yahoo. "I want to be your ATM. I want you to drain me, blog about me, and expose me on your blog for everyone to read."
I'm finally fulfilling one of those requests. Lucky faggot.
"I've never handed cash over," Cash Slut explained, "but I want someone to help me out with that and make my first time memorable. I want you to help me go from cash virgin to cash slut."
Mission accomplished. He'll never forget the first time he watched me move his cursor on Teamviewer and press the send button, and in the span of a few weeks he's already made the transition from cash virgin to cash slut. I make that kind of transformation easy.
It took a few tries to find each other online at the same time, but eventually Cash Slut and I had the opportunity to realize his fantasies.
"I have too much today, sir," he messaged.
"How much?"
"$400-500...is that a good amount for a first time? I hope...I want to impress you. Let me know if it's not...I can go higher."
I love to be impressed. Cash Slut is the kind of virgin cash masters dream about breaking in. He was already eager to please--$500 being a substantial initial offering--and he was willing to go even higher before the first payment had been sent.
"Please rape me, sir," Cash Slut pleaded. "Can do Paypal or Teamviewer."
"Let's do it then," I directed. "Preferably with both."
Cash Slut sent me his Teamviewer info and told me which credit card I should use.
"All at once or in increments?" I asked, knowing that a first timer is apt to panic at seeing me type $500.
"Which is your favorite?"
I was already loving this faggot. Always thinking about me. Always respecting my preferences. It doesn't get any better than that. I told him I would take the cash all at once, and within seconds the $500 was mine.
"That was so hot," Cash Slut typed almost immediately afterward. "I'm so hard. My heart is racing."
"Feels good to be used by me."
"Yes it does," he agreed. "Can you use me more?"
Honestly, I was astonished that losing $500 didn't send the cum spewing but happy to oblige. More? Fuck yeah. I switched to smaller increments hoping to stave the orgasm off, taking $75.
Exposure is one of Cash Slut's interests. He's fantasized about having his name and personal information published here. I was frank about that not being the kind of thing I post, but I did tease Cash Slut with his information. I knew it would get him off. When Cash Slut tried to tell me the name on his Paypal account was fake, I quickly realized that was a lie. The first search result for his name was a person living exactly where he'd claimed to reside. The slave had also given me a phone number, which led to a business name that was also a tab in his Yahoo email account, easily visible through my view with Teamviewer. Whoops! Haha. With a little more searching, I found out that Cash Slut is the co-founder of a business that's on its way up. He has the potential to be one of the greatest slaves I've ever owned.
I managed to take another $75 before Cash Slut busted to hearing about my snooping. The faggot closed Teamviewer and immediately signed off. He wasn't a virgin anymore. Now he was mine, and I'd take far more than I started with in that initial rape.
Ten minutes later, Cash Slut was back online. "Never thought cash rape would be so hot," he typed. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard before." Chatting after his first time, Cash Slut said that he'd been curious for awhile after reading my blog. He'd accepted his submissive impulses and finally felt ready to take the plunge.
I knew there was a significant chance that Cash Slut would succumb to the cycle now, since losing his virginity had cost $650. I thought the new slave might feel guilty about what he'd done as he soberly worked the next day. He didn't.
"Can't stop thinking how good it felt getting used and raped," Cash Slut typed about 12 hours after his first time. "I can't stop thinking about you or looking at your blog."
A week later, I told Cash Slut he was long overdue for more. I logged into his laptop again and had typed $500 into Paypal when Teamviewer froze. I assumed Cash Slut had shot his load, and sure enough, "Connection Lost" appeared a few seconds later. When I checked Yahoo the slave had signed off.
It was a disappointing failure for a cash faggot who had showed so much promise. Now he had something to make up to me, and Cash Slut didn't wait long. He reappeared the next night, sending his Teamviewer credentials with an apology: "I'm sorry for cumming too quickly."
I logged in and helped myself to $250. That made me feel much better.
"Double it," Cash Slut hurriedly typed.
That proved too ambitious. Right after I'd typed $500 in, Teamviewer disconnected again.
"We need to work on your stamina apparently," I suggested. I hate to be disconnected.
Cash Slut returned again the next night. Even with the failures, I was loving his consistency. Even better, the rape that night would turn out to be one of Cash Slut's best. The faggot didn't offer a greeting, typing his Teamviewer info instead.
"Back already," I wrote with a grin.
"I can't stop thinking about more," Cash Slut confessed.
"You love watching me take it."
"I do."
You know that feeling, right? Wanting to give me more. Wishing you had the balance or the credit line to do it. Nothing feels better. I started easy on Cash Slut, hoping that $250 wouldn’t send cum spewing out of the cash whore’s dick.
"Fuck yeah."
"More, sir," Cash Slut greedily begged.
"Let's test the ATM's stamina tonight," I typed on Cash Slut's screen, prepared to see him disconnect as I entered $500.
Instead he just touched his dick, finding a second to say "More" after I'd sent the money. Three uses and this faggot already sounds like he's been getting raped for years. I took another $250, knowing that $500 would likely send Cash Slut over, and then I managed another.
"Fuck yeah, cash whore," I said right as he unloaded, Teamviewer quickly closing.
"Smashed my record," Cash Slut beamed.
"Beautiful. Finally making progress."
The $1,250 rape triggered Cash Slut's first serious bout of guilt, which is understandable. When you're just reading this, it's all a hot fantasy; and then $1,250 is gone in less than five minutes. Yeah, that's all the time it took.
But you probably know that cycle guilt never lasts very long. The next morning, Cash Slut was already feeling much better: "My dick is so hard thinking about that rape that night. I think we will have to work on my stamina again today."
He wanted more, and he wanted to feel it even harder.
I was sitting in Atlanta waiting on a plane when Cash Slut presented himself again. He was asking about my records, hoping that he might be able to beat one. Is there a more perfect cash slave in existence? I love setting new records, but equaling the old ones is profitable too. My best single transaction is $2,500 at one time. That's what Cash Slut implored me to take.
With people sitting all around me at the gate, I logged into Cash Slut's laptop with Teamviewer. I typed the address into the browser and auto-filled the faggot's password. I grinned imagining Cash Slut's erection in that moment. Imagine how hard his heart raced and hand worked as I typed $2,500 into the box.
I would have taken it, but the amount was too high for Paypal. I reduced it a few times until I finally found a number that worked: $1,500.
"I need to provide for my master," Cash Slut typed after he'd cum. "You're on your way to taking $4k from me. It's in better hands with you...you should take every last dime I have with no mercy."
"I'll get there," I teased.
"You're smarter, better, and probably better looking."
Notice the "probably" there. Haha. If you hadn't noticed, I took all that money without Cash Slut ever seeing me. He lost almost $4,000 and never saw me on cam a single time.
It only took a day to hear from Cash Slut again: "I caged my cock to keep from getting raped too soon again," he explained the day after the $1,500 cash rape. "Hoping my chastity device gives me time to save up."
I suggested that the slave avoid Tumblr, since I was literally typing an update about him when he messaged me.
"Fuck...my caged dick is trying to get hard and hurts reading that," Cash slut wrote a few minutes later.
"Still locked up?" I asked the next day.
"No, I'm stroking it now to the write up."
I laughed. He'd made it 12 hours.
"When am I due for my next rape?" Cash Slut asked.
"Any time now."
And that's still true. I haven't heard a word from Cash Slut in December, though I'm sure he's still lurking, probably eager to see this post. You're due at any time, Cash Slut.
"I enjoy you fucking me more than my boyfriend." That's the last thing the slave wrote. Honestly, I can't say his disappearance is surprising. In a few weeks he lost almost $4,000, and that was without ever seeing me. Can you imagine what would have happened if I had turned the cam on?
We had been talking about how that was the "next step" in our interaction, so I suspect Cash Slut feared that seeing me would destroy any control he had left. Seeing me grin or looking up at my feet as I extracted a huge amount of money with Teamviewer might have left the slave even more obsessed than he already was. When you take to cash rape like Cash Slut did, that's the kind of image that gets burned into your mind. You might be reading this post right now because you can't escape those images yourself.
At the very least Cash Slut owes me a Christmas present, and I've been waiting to break that $1,500 record. Bring it on.
And you? What have you done for me lately? Now is the perfect time to remedy that.