“I saw your blog post where you blind raped the guy,” Blind Fag wrote after adding me on Skype. He was referring to my use of Teamviewer’s black screen to drain Bryn, suggesting that $455 in fifteen minutes was “super hot” but probably in excess of his present limits.
Trust is vital when a faggot can’t see what’s happening. Teamviewer’s black screen is exhilarating, but it’s dangerous in the wrong hands; I don’t recommend trusting it to every guy who calls himself “master.” Blind Fag learned this lesson the hard way, submitting to a blind rape only to find his credit card maxed out in a single session, $3,200 missing. While some of you would surely enjoy that–I’ll probably be asked to do it sooner or later–in this case it was a clear violation of the limits that had been set, a betrayal. Trust me, you’ll never hear anyone complaining about that with me.
Blind Fag made an initial $50 tribute on Niteflirt to get started, inviting further conversation about his particular interests. He’s been a cash faggot for almost two decades, long searching for a “steady and reasonable” master in the legion of inadequate disappointments. Apparently he makes good money, which means he has plenty to piss away. The faggot loves to be manipulated, to be pushed higher and harder while he’s totally unaware of what’s going on. Blind Fag made a final request in our initial conversation that would push his ignorance even further: he wanted me to wait to reveal how much I’d taken, even if it meant withholding the numbers for multiple sessions at once. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
On Sunday, I had my first opportunity to use Blind Fag. He has a Mac, so he can’t actually use Teamviewer’s black screen, but I like his solution even better: the cash faggot turns off his monitor, sits in another room, and opens Skype on his phone. I logged in with Teamviewer and waited for confirmation that he was ready.
“Monitor is off and I’m in another room,” the faggot reported.
“I’m in complete control,” I wrote. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. Nothing too terrifying today. I’ll have to build you up to that.”
I wasn’t really sure how these sessions were supposed to play out; it sounded like Blind Fag planned to cum when the money was sent. With that in mind, I sent myself $200 all at once, about half the amount he’d said was “too much.”
I underestimated how easy it would be to exploit this faggot. As soon as I dispatched the money, he already wanted more. I took $50 this time, thinking that might do it.
“Love being asked to send more,” I typed. “Being reckless with your cash while you jerk off.”
“Hot!” Blind Fag replied from the other room. “Please keep raping me!”
I lowered the amount to $25, the cash faggot still pressing me to take more. Since I’d frontloaded this rape with $200, I ended with two very small $5 payments, making the total $285. The faggot came and I closed the Niteflirt tab, giving him permission to go back to his computer.
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On Monday night, the faggot was back.
“Resisting the urge to log into Niteflirt,” Blind Fag greeted.
Haha. Fuck yeah. I suggested I reveal what I’d taken before raping him again, joking that “$1,000 is a substantial amount of money.” That just made the cash faggot hard.
I’d tried to take it easy, but when I revealed the number Blind Fag claimed $285 was his most substantial initial rape (cautionary tales excluded).
“I feel honored to have been allowed to be used that hard,” the faggot wrote, adding that his dick was still solid.
“You can feel it again,” I urged. “Just need TV.”
Five minutes later, everything was set up and I logged in again, Blind Fag turning his screen off and leaving the room.
Now that I had a feel for how the session would play out, I started at the low end, sending a paltry $25.
“You just touch your cock like a good faggot while I do whatever I want with my money,” I instructed as I typed the second tribute in. $30 more. “You make plenty of money. You can afford to lose it.”
“Yes, Sir!”
I took $35, adding incrementally until I was up to $60. As soon as a tribute was away I was filling out the form again.
“Shit, even I don’t know where we are,” I revealed, not keeping track. “Better count! Haha.”
“Scary,” Blind Fag wrote. “But I trust you a lot. I deserve the pain.”
I assured the cash faggot I wouldn’t push too far. I like to use my slaves for a long, long time; I’ve known some of them for almost ten years now. Even if Blind Fag runs away, he’ll be back. Cash fags never stop draining. They need it. They crave it. No matter how long they stay away, they always come beg to be used again, to be used harder than ever before.
After another $60 payment, I was up to $400 total, Blind Fag completely unaware of the amount.
“You don’t even want to cum yet,” I wrote. “You just want me to keep on going. Keep using you. Take what I want.”
Expecting to break $500, I lowered the increments down to 25, Blind Fag begging me to keep fucking him. I pressed that button over and over again while he encouraged me: “More, Sir? You deserve it all. Yes, Sir. Bankruptcy.”
I added so much money to Niteflirt that I apparently triggered a fraud alert on the faggot’s credit card. Blind Fag just grabbed another one, needing me to take more so that he could bust his load. I suggested that he just give me the card number so I could add it myself, but the cash faggot wasn’t ready for that yet—in time, right? He returned to his computer, avoiding the Niteflirt transaction history, and added the next card.
After another round of payments, Blind Fag was still edging, commenting that “one big tribute often does it.” Great idea!
I tried to add $250 but the second card was declined. Fuck. Security is useful, but it sure is frustrating when you’re urgently tugging at your dick waiting for release. Next time we do this, I’m just going to start by adding a huge amount of money.
I told Blind Fag how much I’d tried to add to his account. “Ok, I owe you $250 to cum,” he volunteered.
I emptied what was left in Blind Fag’s Niteflirt account, the night’s total coming to $604, more than twice as much as I took the day before. As we toyed with the idea of adding another card to make that final payment, me entering the number myself, Blind Fag finished.
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The cash faggot was horny again last night but nervous about getting raped again when he still doesn’t know how much he’d lost. Yeah, Blind Fag still doesn’t have a clue. When he reads this post, he’ll be finding out for the first time too, just like the rest of you.
Blind Fag’s next cash rape starts with $250. How high will I go from there? Will we double the previous $604 total? I can already tell that when this cash faggot gets horny, anything is possible. When I’m unattended taking as I please, it’s especially easy to let the money go.
Let it go, you stupid faggot. It’s time to be dumb again.