“Hot to see you fucking over faggots again, Sir,” Trust Fund commented last night. “Yeah, some bait for the others.” “Hehe. Looks like it’s working.” “Going to work on you?” I challenged. “Thinking about it, Sir…I’ve been trying not to do this anymore but imagining your thick straight cock and handsome face…all the cash you’ve taken from me.” ...

Even when I take a hiatus countless men are still greedily poring over every word I’ve written, eagerly fantasizing about finding themselves at my hands. My absence seems to only make the cravings worse–incredibly intense but impossible to satisfy. Now that I’m hungry to drain again, several new cash slaves have experienced sweet release, including the one I drained earlier today. “Hello, Sir,” the new fag greeted. “I have read your blog for months. I love it so much. Will you help me become a ...

“Back on Paypal, huh?” Cash Cow asked at the end of August. It was the first time he’d written since I drained $445 from him back in June, an indication that he would need to be used soon. We chatted for a few minutes before the fag dismissed himself: “Off to bed now ALPHA…hope we can catch up after Labor Day. Miss the big ALPHA cock.” True to his word, Cash Cow presented himself yesterday. “How’s it going, SIR?” “Just horny as fuck,” I answered. “Why’s that ALPHA?” ...

There are basically two visions of “time wasting” in findom. The first sees any interaction without a tribute as time wasting–the typical “Fuck you, pay me” dom; the second reserves the label for exceedingly talkative subs who 1) want something immediately for a tribute later or 2) insist that you make a substantial investment of your time in them because of what they’ll supposedly be able to offer in the future. If we’ve talked, you know I’m not a “Pay now or get blocked!” kind of guy. I don’t...

The idea of completely surrendering an account to my whims–of me literally paying with a cash slave’s balance or credit–has induced countless erections, though until now that’s all it’s ever been: an unrealized idea, a fantasy that proves overwhelming after the bliss of an orgasm. A couple years ago, I permitted a frequently serving cash slave to order a debit card linked to one of his accounts. I doubted that he would ever carry through, but when the faggot finally held the plastic up to the c...

If you found yourself feeling bad for Chifag, I urge you not to waste the energy. He lives to be useful and always gets exactly what he wants. Having already drained $2,600 in the span of a few days, he had the opportunity to turn away. Instead he presented himself again, seeking even more. “Any ideas for my Paypal Credit?” the faggot asked the night after I took $1,600. “I can get back to contemplating that. Of course what you have available is fucking difficult to use.” I’d looked up a lis...

When Chifag was up to $600 earlier in the week, he tried to resist draining even more. That futile effort quickly buckled against my supreme power, the faggot leaving me with an even $1,000. Why stop there? Chifag wrestled with that question for a few days and ultimately decided that he couldn’t. I didn’t mention the loser in the first part of this post, but he was busy sending cash while I focused on the first two subs I wrote about. “Are you telling everyone I’m obsessed with breaking record...

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....

Way back in September 2016, some fag bought a pair of Under Armour shorts from my Amazon wish list. Until May, that was our only contact–I didn’t have a clue who the guy was. One-off tributes aren’t unusual, of course, and I’ve certainly received my share of them from subs who have never breathed a word to me. When someone writes “I’ve been reading your blog and just couldn’t hold back anymore” in a gift note, though, they tend to approach rather than disappear. When Pumper finally added me on ...

I last heard from Cashfag84 on Christmas Eve, approximately a week after his $1,000+ drain. "Just saw you received your gifts…lots of boxes,” he wrote with a smile emoji. “Yeah, tons of those,” I answered. “Just as it should be.” “Definitely!” the faggot agreed. “Should have been more though.” “Tough when you’re maxed out.” ...

It’s been a year and a half since I met Empty, but I still have a trove of material (80 pages of chat logs) that I never published from, always figuring I’d get back to it when things were “slow.” When I started writing this post in September, I assumed I’d finish it in a week or two; I wound up having one of my best months ever, collecting more than $10,000 in tributes and approaching an all-time record. You can understand why it languished, but this is a great place to start finishing my folde...

When I refreshed my email last week, I immediately noticed Chifag’s name in a slew of messages. He’d sent an Amazon gift card, $100 in cash, and forwarded the confirmations of both. “Looks like some faggot is working its worthless little clit again,” I replied. Chifag forwarded another payment confirmation in response. “Fuck yeah,” I typed. “I need a good Christmas, right Chifag? That’s all subhuman scum like you is good for. Keep running up that card.” “OMG yes!” the faggot wrote back five ...