It started with Inferior, who sent $450 before shooting his load. When I finished using him, I immediately moved on to a new British cash faggot.
The Brit started serving before my move, sending a $100 Amazon gift card and a couple hundred in cash. That he’s new to all of this was abundantly clear after I terminated the first Skype call: “Please, Sir. Show me a glimpse. Please, Sir. I love your face. Your smile. I don’t know why, Sir, but it just makes me want to please you. Please, Sir. Show a little more.”
Pathetic bouts of begging won’t get you anywhere with me, a fact the new faggot quickly realized. By the end of our conversation, he was graciously thanking me for the favor I had afforded.
As I disappeared to pack and move, the Brit busied himself with my past blog entries. He was learning from everything I’d written; my past articles about faggot psychology and small slaves had eased the new cash fag’s doubts. The sub kept his distance for almost a week, giving me time to move and unpack, and then we finally had a chance to connect again on Monday.
I boasted about the $450 I’d just taken, hinting that I was still horny as fuck. The new cash fag sent $50 as I started touching my dick again.
“Fucking perfect,” he wrote.
“Another $50,” I demanded.
The cash slave watched silently as I touched my neglected cock. As it swelled up I demanded more cash, the faggot sending it and showering me with compliments. I decided to stop when we hit $250, mindful of the Brit’s financial limitations–I wanted him to be able to serve me again this month.
When I woke up the next morning, the cash faggot had left seventeen messages: “All I can think about is you. Your beautiful eyes. That killer smile. Bet you have no problems picking up women. That big fat cock I was blessed to see. And those heavy full balls…You’re right, you’re addictive. And it makes no sense. If I were in the room with you, you’d never let me near you. And yet it does. This is service. I want to do it again. Now.”
Sounds like he finally found his place, right? Two sessions and now the faggot is totally hooked, eagerly awaiting the next opportunity to tribute.
We talked about how that reality made him nervous this afternoon. The Brit has to be careful about accumulating debt because of his job, but I assured him I would keep things under control: “Not the first time I’ve had to keep a fag in line.”
“Is that what I am?” he asked.
“One of my fags.”
“Yes, Sir. Owned by a God.”
Isn’t it great to understand your place?
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With $700 accumulated, I started talking to the next slave in line, another European. I’ve used Teamviewer with this guy many times, usually taking $100 before he cums.
“God that feels so good,” he wrote as I emptied his account.
The sub started getting nervous after I hit $125, but he didn’t stop there.
“Oh god, I can’t resist. Drain again.”
I sent another $25 and he asked to stop. I turned the cam off and closed Teamviewer, but we kept chatting. I mentioned that I’d drained almost $1,000 for the day, and the cash slave’s thoughts were quickly focused on that.
“So you told me almost $1,000, right? Including my $150?”
“$900. Yes,” I answered.
“To be honest, while my brain says to me ‘go away,’ my dick says 'fill the gap.’”
Another battle of heads. The outcome is always the same, if you’re willing to wait long enough. A sub’s cock always overcomes his brain.
It took a little time, but eventually I had the Teamviewer password again, and I went back on Skype. I took $25 more, entering the same amount again, but the sub asked me to stop.
“Send $50,” he requested.
I happily accommodated that request, bringing his total to $175 for the night. He lost his load there, but now I was only $25 away from hitting my goal.
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After a few hours without needy faggots, I didn’t think I was going to make it. As I was getting ready to pass out, Bryn appeared.
“How’s it going?” he asked.
“Horny. Trying to cross $1,000 for the day.” I told the cash fag that I was only $25 away.
“Just a few strokes away,” he joked.
“Yeah, open TV and grab the poppers!” I suggested.
After a brief chat, that’s exactly what Bryn did. The cash slave sent his Teamviewer ID and I logged in, extracting $200 while he sniffed. That brought me to $1,175.
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See, you don’t need to drain thousands to be useful. When every cash fag is doing his part, the small amounts add up quickly. Get to it.