As I already noted on Tumblr, I spent most of January on a well-deserved vacation, which means everyone has had a tough time getting in touch. November and December were the best months I've ever had in my "career" as a cash master, so I've definitely missed smashing old records and seeing money flow. It's time to get back to tributing, faggots. I'm sure this will help to put you in the mood.
I'm taking a break from the Empty series this week, since I have so many other slaves I want to talk about, but I'll probably get the third part of Empty's tale up next week. I keep saying it's going to be the best one yet, but I know you'll be agreeing very soon.
Cash Queer
If you're not following my Tumblr updates, you're missing a ton. Because content is so easy to share on Tumblr, I've adopted it as my primary means of disseminating pictures, and I've been posting brief updates about slaves as well. I've been writing about Cash Queer there for months now, even though it's taken me this long to finally write a significant post about him.
Cash Queer sent his contact request back in August, hinting that he already had some experience under his belt: "Was reading your blog...scary how right you are about the cash slave cycle."
Evidently he'd been trapped in the circle before, swearing off cash ******** only to soon find himself fantasizing again, and then back begging for abuse.
"You turn me on, but I have to get back to work. Let's do a cash ******** sometime."
He was eager to feel my greedy hands in the following weeks.
"Busy, Sir?" he asked while I was cooking dinner one night.
"You there, Sir?" he asked a couple weeks later. "Sir?" It must drive you all insane when I fall asleep with my laptop on.
I already noted that November was my best month ever, which means I was extraordinarily busy fucking wallets. It wasn't the best time to be struggling to make a first impression. Eventually, though, Cash Queer and I finally found a moment to see what he could do.
"Want to do a cash ******** now, Boss?" the faggot asked.
"I'm free." Those words alone probably had his dick rock hard.
"Reading your new blog got me horned up."
He sent his Teamviewer info and watched me log in for the first time. If you've been at my hands, you know how incredibly thrilling that is.
"You said start small?" I asked, recalling his preferences from one of our earlier conversations. I sent a few $25 payments to myself. Looking back, it's almost amusing how small the initial amounts were.
"Do you want to add me to TV contacts?" Cash Queer asked.
"You want me to, faggot?"
"Fuck, I love when you call me faggot."
"That's what you are. Right?"
"Yes, Sir."
"My faggot."
Adding a Teamviewer contact allows me to see when a guy signs in. It's not something I'd ever done before; most faggots are such prolific whores I'm sure they don't want every master in their contact list knowing that someone is logged into Teamviewer pillaging an account.
"I like the idea of you knowing when it's on," Cash Queer explained after I'd successfully added him to my list. "Would be better if the password didn't change all the time."
Fortunately, the Teamviewer password never has to change. With a few clicks and keystrokes, I can set a permanent password that allows me to login whenever the program is running. And since the characters display as bullets when I type them in, the slave doesn't even know what the password is.
I grinned to myself. "I know how to set a password," I informed Cash Queer. "I have a lot of experience with that."
A couple minutes later--the faggot's hand surely working his hard dick the whole time I manipulated the settings--I had set my password. "Let's test it out," I suggested, closing the Teamviewer window. I clicked Cash Queer's name on my contact list and entered the new password, his computer screen now appearing on mine.
"So if it's on, I log in and take some cash?" I asked.
"That would be hot, yes, Sir."
"Yeah, it would be faggot!"
Cash Queer assured me he was easy prey when horny and jerking off, and I took $175 that first time. I was going for another $50 when the faggot came and closed the window.
A few days later, I had the first opportunity to use my Teamviewer password again. I found Cash Queer reading reviews on an ***** site. He was embarrassed, but this kind of spontaneity was exactly what he wanted.
"I must be pretty good. I make a lot more in an hour than a lot of fags do," I joked about the hourly price.
"And you don't even have to shower after," Cash Queer quipped.
"I don't have to present at all. So much better."
"You've got a big ol' dick though. I've seen the pics. Wouldn't want to get cash raped by a dude with a smaller dick."
I took some small increments and inquired about how Cash Queer's erection, even though I already knew the answer. We played a random game that scored me another $125, the largest single payment I would see from the faggot for more than a month.
"Fucking turns me on to open TV and see you're online," Cash Queer wrote a few days later. When I logged in, I saw some other guy working to take his cash. Awkward.
"Interesting," I typed. That was the last thing I said to the slave for an entire month. What's the point of logging in to watch some other guy helping himself to what should be mine?
Cash Queer messaged me again shortly before Christmas, and this is where some of my Tumblr posts will start to sound familiar. "Virgin to Cash Slut is an awesome read. Got me hard as a rock."
"Even better to live it," I replied, trying to log into Teamviewer. "My password doesn't work anymore apparently."
The faggot explained that having me appear during the other cash ******** was too weird. That's why he'd changed my password and been keeping his distance.
"You told me to go for it when I saw you on," I reminded him.
"Oh, I know. I hadn't anticipated that, though."
As dumb as that oversight sounds, you might know what it's like to be a horny faggot thinking only with your cock.
Cash Queer informed me that his ppal password was now saved in his browser, which rendered taking money even easier. When I said I just needed the Teamviewer password to test that out, the slave pasted it immediately. Obviously he'd missed me.
I started with a lowly $25. "So easy," I typed.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You want more, don't you faggot?"
"Yes, Sir." Another $25.
"Missed taking my cash. Yeah, you just keep jacking off." $25 more. "Fuck yeah. This is what faggots are for!"
After I bumped the amount up to $50, Cash Queer asked if I wanted to set my Teamviewer password again.
"I should be able to log in whenever I want," I answered, opening the menu to restore permanent access to his Macbook. "So easy to log in and take my cash now."
After a couple more $50s Cash Queer asked to see me on cam, a pleasure he hadn't experienced yet. Knowing that would enable me to fuck him even harder, I started a Skype call.
"Oh yeah...you're better than I expected," he typed before hurrying back to his cock. I don't know why expectations always seem to be so low. You think all these faggots roll over and spill thousands to just anyone? There's nothing average or underwhelming about me.
Cash Queer was silent as I extracted a few $75s. "Keep on plowing the faggot's wallet," I wrote, starting to fill the form out again. That's when Cash Queer lost it.
After the ********, the faggot asked if taking his cash had gotten me hard. I said pulling $100s would be more likely to do the trick.
"You'd have to go slower, though," Cash Queer complained. "That's a bit rich for my bank account."
"But you'll be craving it again before you know it," I predicted. When I said that, I assumed I'd have to wait a day or two, but the cash slut didn't last that long.
"Less than two hours and I'm back, looking to see if you're online." Haha.
Knowing Cash Queer was vulnerable, I started with $100 this time. "Being such a good faggot today," I complimented. I helped myself to another $100, and another $100 after I called him on Skype again.
"Almost shot that last one," Cash Queer admitted.
A couple hours earlier, his bank account wasn't rich enough. Now he was holding back from cumming as I was went for my fourth $100 increment, which would bring to me $850 for the day. Fuck yeah! That one sent him over the edge.
I added another $300 to my haul two days later.
"You're not going to see me for a long time!" I taunted.
"You make me weak," Cash Queer lamented.
"Yeah, obviously. You just want to sit there stroking while I take."
"I want what you want."
I claimed $375 more two days after that, on Christmas Eve.
Cash Queer, amazingly, managed to have a quiet week after all that. Then he started reading about Empty: "Love how brutal you were on his account." Hint, hint. He pasted words from the post into Skype: "I knew what the amount meant: I didn't need to be conservative anymore. Empty wanted me to fuck him hard. And I would."
"That made me instantly hard," the faggot wrote. He confessed that he'd changed the Teamviewer password again to facilitate "cheating" on me with some other master, not wanting to repeat the earlier awkward moment.
I logged into Cash Queer's computer and restored my Teamviewer password again. I asked how much the other guy took, but he said he wasn't sure (I didn't look since it was Amazon gift cards). "I can just keep clicking the button to make up for it," I assured the faggot. $50, $75, $100, and finally $125.
"Please fuck me hard, Sir," he begged.
I logged in with Teamviewer and surveyed the other master's work. With two transactions I was already on top.
"Fuck yeah," Cash Queer typed.
"Not the same without me, is it faggot?"
"No, Sir."
"At least you didn't try to change my password this time."
"No, Sir. I love when you have control."
"I should be able to login when I please. Take what I want from you."
I sent myself $200, a new increment record between us, and that put Cash Queer over. $450 in one session. Remember how we started with tiny little $25s?
Now that the faggot was losing a substantial amount of money, the cycle started to come up again. He talked about deleting Skype, as if that would spare him from his desires. Cash Queer was back at my hands a day later.
"You going to delete Skype after this too?" I teased. "Better fuck you hard then! Might be my last chance, right?" I made a quick $250.
"Back online!" Cash Queer wrote when he saw me on at the end of January.
"Yeah, I'm still alive," I confirmed.
"Where you been?"
"I'm about to make my comeback. Don't worry. Feel free to turn TV on for the purpose of facilitating that."
The faggot was at work and unable to get raped immediately, but he admitted that someone else had been using him in my absence.
"I'll have to do a better job of keeping on top of my faggot." When I had the chance later, I typed $200 into the form without any delay.
"Finally."
"Fuck yeah."
"Like that, don't you faggot?"
I wasn't satisfied. I sent myself another $200, Cash Queer cumming at the sight.
It wasn't my fault we came up short. I've taken $650 and $850 from him in a single day; my ambition with this faggot was to breach $1,000, the kind of number most cash fags relegate to fantasy.
"We still can," I indicated. It's never too late to let me take what I deserve.
"Watching you start out at $200 got me hot fast. Greed like that turns me on."
"My greed is unlimited."
"Brutal cash rapist."
"That's what I'm known for. Fucking bank accounts hard. Driving faggots crazy." Maybe you're feeling that as you read this right now.
"Exploiting weak faggots for alpha gain," Cash Queer continued.
He started Teamviewer and I went for the biggest single prize I've ever tried to claim from him, entering $250 and pressing send. The faggot instantly busted.
Cash Queer was horny again that night, and so was I. My dick was rock hard when the faggot messaged me, and I warned him it could be dangerous to have me working him over while I was also pumping my cock.
You think he wanted to see that? Haha. I know he did. Alas, a friend called and he wandered off. It was late, so I presumed he wasn't returning, and I didn't hold back as I watched some girl get pummeled. I grunted and cum erupted out of my fat dick, several thick lines of warm sperm spraying out on my thigh. Cash Queer announced that he was back literally a couple minutes later. Fuck, he really missed out on seeing that!
Disappointment apparently begot disappointment. I received this message a couple days ago: "I know you're going to laugh at me for this, but I'm blocking all the contacts in Skype and deleting TV. Maybe I'll be back, maybe I won't."
Given the way this story is ending, it's worth remembering how it began: "Was reading your blog...scary how right you are about the cash slave cycle."
Haha. "Maybe I'll be back." I'm definitely laughing at that. How long until Cash Queer comes full circle yet again?