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...

“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 ...

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...

“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?” ...

“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.” ...

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...

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...

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...

“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. ...

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...