While I was working on my next blog post, a new cash slave messaged me on Skype. I said I was writing, but he sent $50 just five minutes into our conversation, encouraging me to take the time to get to know him better.
This guy has been serving masters for ten years and is perpetually circuiting the cycle. He knew he was going to feel guilty afterward, but that wasn’t going to get in the way of feeling the incredible pleasure of getting drained in the present. After revealing his penchant for Teamviewer, I went to work:
“Are you hoping I’ll take more now?” I asked before making the second to last payment.
“I’m split,” the cash slave claimed.
I sent myself another $50. “I’m not.”
“Ok, I can only do one more,” the new guy claimed. “I’m way over what I should anyway. Fuck.”
“You’ve read my posts. I think you had a good idea what was going to happen. And that’s probably why you added me…”
“Probably,” he agreed.
As I set the last payment up, the cash slave interrupted.
“Wait. Lock me out,” he requested.
Happy to oblige, I disabled his keyboard and entered $50 as the amount. The credit card didn’t work, but the payment went through after I stepped the amount down to $30. I’d still taken more than $300, a great first session with a slave who complained that he lacked the “substantial income” necessary to please me. Trust me, I was pleased!
“I’ll need time to recover, but I’ll be back,” the cash slave assured me. “This was so incredibly hot.”
I managed to write a few more lines when one of my Europeans approached. I have another post to write about him, but for now let’s just say that he’s been especially eager to drain again after I took $300 in the last session.
I ordered him to open Teamviewer and set my cam up. After four $25 increments, I mentioned that I was $70 away from $500 for the day.
I started to take $50, but he clicked on the Skype window.
“No,” he interrupted. “Do a 70.”
Fuck yeah. I sent myself the money and crossed $500.
“Amazing boss. Congrats.”
I took another $30 to make the drain an even $200 for the night, and as soon as the cam was off I started talking to another regular who had messaged me while I was working.
“I should cool off but I drank,” he wrote.
“Good time to look at my dick,” I countered. That’s one of his favorite parts of me–he always describes it as the most perfect one he’s ever seen.
“Yeah, but I always lose control. Ha”
Yeah, exactly. I love to see a guy lose control.
“It’s so great seeing you smile and grin,” he typed. “It’s a drug.”
“Nothing better,” I agreed. “Feels so good.”
“It’s like nothing else matters.”
“Just me and my happiness.”
“Yeah.”
“You know you want to make me happy,” I prodded.
“I know,” he confirmed. “You’re so damn beautiful and perfect.”
“Yeah. I deserve everything.”
“I know…it’s true. Everything. Don’t fight it, huh?”
He gave up the fight by asking me to confirm my payment address.
“Don’t fight,” he wrote. “Just obey and stare.”
This particular guy usually starts with $25 and then increases the amount by $5 each time. With his cash deposited into my account, I looked straight into the cam.
“Oh God. When you look at me…fuckkkk.”
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
I demanded more cash, which he sent immediately, and then Teamviewer came up. This drain was about to get so much better.
After I sent the first Teamviewer payment, $35, he left to grab another drink. I queued up a $40; by the end of the session I was at $60. I was typing $65 into the amount box when Teamviewer closed.
“I came. Hahaha. Fuck, I don’t even know how much. I shouldn’t ask.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I assured him. “I deserved it!”
The total was $340 now that I’ve had the chance to add it up. I’m pretty sure that’s a new record for him.
It’s great to be back!