“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 ...

Moments before I published the post about the $250 gift card, Cashfag84 reached out to me for the very first time. “Cashfag84 here! Hope you’ll accept the request, Sir!” he volunteered when he added me on Skype. “I was just mentioning you,” I wrote after accepting the request. “Haven’t read that yet, but will do shortly! Gonna get my tiny fag cock hard! Also, a few more Amazon gifts should be coming your way soon.” When I redeemed the gift card, I noticed that $300 in items had disappeared f...

Last week, I mentioned a relatively new faggot who had sent me $175 in Amazon gift cards. I rewarded him with my face that night, igniting an obsession. “You must still have me on the mind from last night,” I wrote after the faggot sent another $25. “Yes, Sir, thinking about you all day.” “What were you thinking?” I asked. “How lucky it was to see you on cam, Sir. How hot you are. A real man, Sir.” ...

“That’ll be dangerous for fags…draining on credit,” Trust Fund observed as we discussed the upcoming payment system last night. “Hopefully it’s dangerous for you,” I wrote, our first session of almost $1,000 on my mind.   “Haha. Fuck, I bet you do.” “Always nice to drain you.” “Yeah? Always humiliating for me,” he admitted. ...

First Cash Slave While I was editing the post about Cashcunt last Friday, my First Cash Slave messaged me on Skype. “Rape anyone today, Sir?” he asked. “Not yet. “I’m surprised they are not lined up already, Sir. May your slave send something, Sir?” ...

 I detailed most of the cash I took on the $4,000 day in Cashcunt’s $3,000 First Impression. This post is about the money I drained in the two hours following that epic event. Trust Fund Trust Fund has been reblogging my posts for months now. Eventually he started messaging me on Tumblr to pay compliments. “You going to serve too?” I asked after the first one. “I fantasize but I don’t think I can,” he wrote. ...

I noticed last week that the Ray-Ban sunglasses on my Amazon wish list had disappeared. Some buyers immediately take credit for a purchase; others only reveal themselves later, if they ever do. I spent a few days wondering who the mystery buyer was, finally finding one of those peach-colored “Sorry we missed you!” cards in my mailbox. Since no one had signed for the box in the lobby, I assumed I’d have to produce an ID to collect the gift, a problem since the names wouldn’t match. Rather than ri...

I love coming back to the scene after a long vacation. In the first four days of September I’ve already taken more cash than I did in all of August. I haven’t finished that long blog post that I previously mentioned–I keep getting interrupted, which really isn’t a problem–but I know you’re all hungry for updates. Here you go. After the events I wrote about in Sidetracked Stoner appeared. “Hey,” he greeted. “Know what happens when I drink 7 long islands?” “Haha. You give me the Teamviewer pass...

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 T...

“Thanks for adding me, Sir,” the cash slave wrote more than a year ago. I won’t waste a nickname on him yet—you’ll see why. “What are you looking for?” I asked. “It’s hard to admit, but slavery. It isn’t fair.” “Nothing is fair,” I assured him. “Fuck yeah. I mean, look at you, Sir. You’re dominant, intelligent, attractive…it goes on and on. I’m not.” ...

This faggot first added me more than a year ago, initially requesting to send $100. After half an hour he upped his offering to $200, and I definitely would have taken that had I not been sleeping. Evidently Aussie ATM was insanely horny that first time, because when we finally did catch up he balked at starting with $100. Two months later, the cash slave messaged me again: “Faggot has been needing to get cash raped all weekend,” Aussie ATM announced. This time I suggested $50, the cash fag ba...

June Draining Stoner This faggot is only capable of letting go and opening Teamviewer when he’s high as fuck, but don’t imagine that he’s a loser: Stoner is about to embark on a PhD in a lucrative field. I’m pretty sure I’ve never written about him, given that he’s typically only lost $20 at a time since he appeared in December. That’s usually not very interesting to read about, though the 20s added up to $460 altogether–almost $100 a month, which isn’t bad for a small slave who has no real ...

“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 th...

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...

Technically I was about $60 short, but I’ll call that close enough. After two weeks of barely tending to my cash slaves, demand is definitely pent-up. I was out for most of Wednesday and still managed an almost $1,000 haul. I’ll start with Preacher, who had messaged me about an hour before I came home. “Getting some alone time soon, Preacher?” I asked upon returning. “Yes, Sir,” the faggot answered promptly. “Excellent. Time to worship.” ...

It started with Inferior, who sent $450 before shooting his load. When I finished using him, I immediately moved on to a new British cash faggot. The Brit started serving before my move, sending a $100 Amazon gift card and a couple hundred in cash. That he’s new to all of this was abundantly clear after I terminated the first Skype call: “Please, Sir. Show me a glimpse. Please, Sir. I love your face. Your smile. I don’t know why, Sir, but it just makes me want to please you. Please, Sir. Show a...

A few weeks ago, I noticed a familiar name when I scanned my Tumblr activity. Inferior, using the same username he’d had on Yahoo, started following my page. The faggot hadn’t contacted me yet, but I knew his return was imminent. A day or two later, Inferior added me on Skype. “I hope You enjoy them, Sir,” he greeted, signaling that he’d purchased something from my Amazon wish list. Inferior bought the $230 sunglasses I added recently, pushing me over $15,000 in purchased items. He also sugges...

I abhor having my time wasted. I'm willing to have an initial conversation or two, to discuss a slave's particular interests and to determine where we might go, but capturing my attention becomes exceedingly difficult after passing that point. In my experience, guys who aren't quickly willing to tribute won't ever do it, either because they have nothing to give or they aren't yet ready to submit. If I stopped replying to your messages, there's still hope if you're willing to act instead of just...

When a slave like Empty becomes enamored, it's difficult to walk away. A day after losing $2,000 to me, he was still completely consumed, already thinking about the next thing he could take off my Amazon wish list. "I don't know what's wrong with me," Empty worried. The answer is nothing, as I detailed in another post. "You're a submissive fag," I observed. "That's who you are." "I thought it was a hot idea, to serve an Alpha with my cash. It was supposed to just be a little game, some fun. B...

“What’s wrong with me?” I’m constantly being asked this question by submissive men who are struggling to accept their desires. These guys are convinced they’re broken and seem to think I can offer some secret that might free them from their behavior. A sub’s need to submit, I presume, is as natural as my need to dominate. Our roles reflect who we are, not conscious will or effort. Many men, when they reach the fear, regret, and denial part of the cash slave cycle, convince themselves they can t...

When I admonished Chifag here in December, I concluded my statement with a simple reminder: I always win. After waiting more than a year for the faggot to break, my patience was finally rewarded with an almost $4,000 victory. That Chifag avoided draining to me for a year was meaningless. He was still reading my blog, looking at my pictures, watching my videos, and fantasizing about being at my hands. His desire had never dissipated, which meant his fate was already assured. After our last enco...

You don't need thousands of dollars to be able to serve me. Here's a great example, with more small slave stories to come next week. Rubberfag When Rubberfag messaged me last summer, he said he was nervous about becoming a cash slave again. He'd served a few times early in 2015, only losing $200, but the intensity of those experiences had scared him away. The faggot tried to resist the impulse to drain, avoiding me after the last time I used him, but I'd never really left his thoughts. Rubberf...

The second part of Empty's story ended with my assurance that he would he be able to serve me more. Now you get to read about the fulfillment of that promise. Anticipating a flurry of inadequacy in response to this post--despite how much you're all going to enjoy reading it--I'll probably write another post about small slaves next week. I don't want to hear "I can't send $500 at a time" being used as an excuse not to serve. It's a pathetic one. On to the good stuff. Empty wasted no time, messag...

As I already noted on Tumblr, I spent most of January on a well-deserved vacation, which means everyone has had a tough time getting in touch. November and December were the best months I've ever had in my "career" as a cash master, so I've definitely missed smashing old records and seeing money flow. It's time to get back to tributing, faggots. I'm sure this will help to put you in the mood. I'm taking a break from the Empty series this week, since I have so many other slaves I want to talk ab...

I still have stories from October, November, and December that deserve to be shared, so I may interrupt the Empty series next week. As popular as the first part was, I'm not rushing to finish. The best is still ahead. One quick aside: Cash Slut approached me this week begging to get fucked. Unfortunately, I was out and the faggot had signed off by the time I returned. You know he's due to break at any moment, and then there's only one question: how high will he go? Day Two: The First $1,000 Da...