Bryn added me as a Teamviewer contact earlier today, enabling me to notice when he opens the program. When I saw him sign in, I pounced immediately.
“Time for fun?” I asked.
“What do you do I I decline?” the cash fag wrote.
I didn’t answer, logging in instead. I didn’t see a payment method ready, but my cash link appeared when I started typing the Square URL in to the browser. Perfect.
I called Bryn on Skype and activated Teamviewer’s black screen, which is exactly what it sounds like: the cash fag on the other end can’t see anything I’m doing. The keyboard is disabled too, rendering a cash slave totally helpless.
We tried to use the black screen feature when Bryn appeared on my $1,000 Monday but couldn’t make it work; tonight it took a couple of tries, so be prepared for the hiccups if you’re rock hard imagining the black screen right now.
It’s worth it. Once the black screen is functioning properly, you’re powerless in my hands. Bryn started sniffing while I entered my first amount, his phone dinging with the payment confirmation. I steadily raised the number from $40 to $50 to $60, Bryn having absolutely no idea how much I was sending. As he came down from his high, he asked how much I’d sent.
“$150,” I revealed, loving that the cash faggot was having to ask.
He asked me to slow the pace down, so I entered a lower amount as the faggot went back under, but the bank denied the payment.
Bryn, not in denial about his tendencies, has two bank accounts, one where most of his money is and one that gets used for cash rape. I’d emptied the cash rape account out. As Bryn worked to put more money in, he remarked that it was a problem you could only use a debit card with Square.
But that isn’t true. “You can use a credit card,” I typed, recalling that Preacher always uses his Amex card to drain.
With that wisdom shared, Bryn added a credit card to his Square account for the first time, asking if I was ready for a black screen test.
I turned the cam back on, my face and feet displayed as I blacked the cash fag’s screen again, entering $25 as a test. Sure enough, I was able to choose between the debit card and the credit card. The phone dinged again.
While Bryn ecstatically sniffed his poppers, I kept making payments, the amounts a total mystery to him.
“How much more did you take?” he asked after the first few.
“$100,” I answered.
Not nearly enough. The cash fag told me to keep going.
“You want to go all night?” Bryn asked on the second-to-last payment.
“Fuck yeah,” I answered, the phone dinging again.
Haha. That proved a little too ambitious. We made it about thirty more seconds, just enough time to fire off a last payment, when Bryn said it was time for bed.
$455 in fifteen minutes, all of it sent with the screen blacked out. Assuming Bryn doesn’t add the amounts up himself, the first time he’ll see the total is when he reads this post.