The night was especially quiet, just $30 collected for the day. I’d woken up early in the morning but still couldn’t sleep; with the room dark, I fumbled for my phone, the bright glow washing over my face as I signed back into Skype.
I’d dismissed a couple of small subs in favor of that attempt to sleep, but they were gone now. That’s when the day completely turned around.
Returnee
I left this slave expressing my certainty that he’d be back soon. Two days later, there he was saying hi again.
“Thinking about me already?” I asked.
“Never stopped, Sir.”
“Wonder why that is…haha.”
“It’s everything about you, Sir.”
“Tributing again tonight?” I provoked.
The slave started low, sending $25. He likes to build up to the triple digit amounts, a preference I can appreciate; he eases into submission, the intensity rising as the numbers climb higher and higher. With $50 more, the slave’s excitement and his cock were both undoubtedly growing. He felt that urgent need to pay more.
“Thank you!” he wrote after his next tribute.
“Up to $100. Puts a smile on my face.”
“I’m so glad, Sir.”
I knew the slave was imagining that smile and lusting for my image again, a desire I indulged by calling him on Skype again. I picked up $100 more while the cash slave whimpered away, finishing with another awesome orgasm.
You think he’s stopped thinking about me yet? I doubt it.
New Slave
“How much is required to see you on cam, Sir?” this new slave inquired a few days before he actually had the chance.
I really hate the idea of a price list because I typically receive tributes without any expectations attached. True, I may be inclined to grant a request or to offer a reward at my own volition, but it’s not part of a transaction.
Pair this with the oft-repeated “How much should I send?” First, how should I know if I don’t know anything about you? What’s an amount that you can afford that isn’t terrifying? Second, whenever I deign to answer the question, the response is almost always “That’s way too much!” Why did you even bother asking if you already knew what you could afford or were willing to send?
That said, don’t be embarrassed if you’ve asked one of those questions. They’re a natural place to start when you don’t know what you’re doing, and they’ll be asked countless times in the future by new slaves first approaching.
Anyway, seeing my reluctance to set a price, the new slave offered one: “Will $50 be sufficient, Sir?”
If you’re going to ask to see my face, don’t be cheap about it. “$100 sounds better,” I countered, assuming that would constitute more of a sacrifice.
I’d just walked out the door when he eventually signaled he was ready to send the cash, but the chance finally came on Tuesday.
“I’ve set up the payment page, Sir,” the cash fag wrote, sending his Teamviewer information too. “Is that possible for tonight, Sir?”
I connected, seeing the form all filled out, starting my cam and pressing the send button.
“Thank you for paying yourself $100, Sir,” the new slave wrote. “I should probably make an account.”
Obviously he liked what he saw. No surprise there. And the rush when I clicked the button, he doubtlessly needed to feel that again too.
“What did you have in mind for tonight?” I asked, uncertain of how far he wanted to go.
“Wanted to get raped, Sir.”
Send myself some more money? I’m always happy to oblige.
The cam quality was relatively low (it’s usually good), apparently, so I left it up to him whether we’d keep going or pick up another time.
“I’m typing up my information again, Sir. A bit of a hassle.”
The choppy video didn’t even matter–he hungered to watch me click away more cash. I closed the cam while he worked on that, seeing two $20 payments arrive in the meantime. Evidently he was testing the payment system out.
One unfortunate reality of technology is that it doesn’t always work perfectly. When we reconvened, my mic was working fine by cam wouldn’t load. I tried restarting the call several times but couldn’t make it work.
“Can you try again real quick?” the new slave requested. “Do you have a Chaturbate account, Sir? Perhaps we could cam through there privately.”
With that tiny initial taste he was desperate for more. After troubleshooting, I finally succeeded in getting my image back. We reunited again, the new sub immediately resending his Teamviewer credentials. I sent myself $100 more, but technical difficulties continued to arise, the call dropping twice.
“Sorry about all the hiccups,” I apologized after we decided to give up for the night. “This is highly unusual. At least we accomplished something.”
That was planting the seed, etching an image into his mind, even if it was a grainy one–for now.
“Yes, Sir. I’m still hard. Probably will go to bed hard.”
Seeing me, watching me manipulate his screen and drain cash from his card, it must have been unbelievably arousing.
“Well, sooner or later, I’ll get what I deserve,” I assured him.
“Yes, Sir. Maybe next time we can breach quadruple digits, Sir. Roughly 25% there tonight with my trial payments.”
“I’m already liking the way you think.”
“Thank you, Sir. Looking forward to it. Good night, Sir. Early day tomorrow.”
He warned that he would be traveling for work, but I’ll be excited to have another opportunity to pillage his account. You rarely meet a new slave who convincingly expresses his ambition for quadruple digits in a first encounter.
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(Note that $200 in this shot is from Chifag, the payments from the other two slaves intermingled because of the technical difficulties.)
That brings me to Chifag, so far unmentioned, whose part in this story is coming next…