Happy New Year, everyone. If you're following my Tumblr, you've been reading about Empty since the beginning of November. Now you can finally enjoy a few more details. I'm planning to write at least three additional parts for this series, so there's a significant amount of introduction in this first one. Trust me, it will get better and better.
The First Day
"Hi SupremeDrainer, I saw your blog on Tumblr," Empty wrote in his add request at the beginning of November. When he typed those words, there's no way he could have known how far he would ultimately go to please me.
We started with $50 that first time, enough cash to get my attention and warrant further discussion.
"Have you served before?" I asked. "Other than with your ass."
"Haha, only with my ass," Empty answered. "Never with cash."
Yeah, he was a virgin before I made that first extraction, just like Cash Slut. Now Empty can't stop getting fucked.
"I'd never heard of any man demanding money from other guys," Empty explained when I asked what made him want to start down this path.
"How did it feel?" I asked about sending the cash.
"Natural. Good," the new slave answered without hesitation.
"Did it make your dick hard?"
"Yes," he answered with a blushing smiley.
"Are you touching it?"
"Yes," Empty admitted.
I told Empty to send another $50, which he did immediately. It was so easy.
"Are you always this easy when men tell you to do things?"
"Pretty much," he responded, adding a sad face.
Being submissive shouldn't be a source of sadness for anyone. Don't waste your time mourning over it. What's the point? Most men are submissive, craving leadership and direction, and a small handful are truly dominant. It's perfectly natural that you desire to look up at me. Empty quickly recognized that: "I know my place."
When the discussion turned to our sexual interests, I mentioned that girls "can usually barely get my dick in their mouths."
"You big, Sir?" Empty asked excitedly.
"Yeah."
"Nice! I guess it goes with the territory of being a real man."
I complimented the faggot for at least having some stamina, since he was still jacking off after losing $100, but he revealed that he usually cums fast when fucking. "That's why I take cock more," he wrote.
"You'd probably take cock more anyway."
"Yes, actually I would," Empty confessed. "I sound like such a little fag. I'm sorry."
"Haha. I'm used to that, believe me. If you were looking at my Tumblr stuff you know already."
"Yes, but it must frustrate you."
"I'm pretty good at exploiting it for my benefit," I assured him. "Like if I told you to go send more, you would do it, wouldn't you?"
When Empty asked how much, I said $50 would be fine, and more if that wouldn't trigger his orgasm and scare him away. He seemed nervous about taking that step: "I dunno, I just wasn't sure how much money you'd be wanting. You're gonna want even more, right?"
"Sooner or later. What do you think I'm doing right now? Seeing what I can get away with."
I'll always want more. I try not to press too hard when I don't know a guy's limits (that's probably the top complaint I hear about other masters), but I'm not here to perform some kind of community service or to make friends. I'm here to be served, worshiped, and obeyed. There's only one way slaves can get my attention.
"That's not really fair when my dick is so hard," Empty typed.
"It's not fair that I'm a real man and you're a submissive fag, no."
"Yes, true."
"But that's the way it is."
The new slave dispatched $100, bringing his total to $200 for the night.
"You sure this is your first time?" I asked with a little suspicion. The cash was coming so easily, and I hate to write things that aren't true.
"Yes. Am I doing something wrong?" Empty inquired nervously.
Imagine the grin on my face when I read that. So eager to please me. No, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Instead he was serving as the perfect example for every other cash rape virgin who wants to be mine.
Discussing Empty's career and earnings, I mentioned that this is currently my only source of income.
"So you get enough cash from fags to support your lifestyle?" Empty questioned.
"More than enough."
"You're so lucky."
I quickly pointed out that luck has nothing to do with it. Most of the guys in the scene are here to supplement their shitty day jobs, and few are able to take significant amounts of cash. My success is a testament to who I am, not a matter of good fortune.
"Well, I think you deserve it all," Empty wrote. "Yes, you're right, that was my mistake."
Anyway, Empty revealed that he didn't spend much and that a lot of his earnings were sitting in a savings account. He could afford to lose tens of thousands of dollars, though he wouldn't reveal his exact balance until weeks later.
Of course, I don't need to know how much a slave has to keep taking. I told Empty to send another $100, and he once again did it without any qualms.
At this point, the slave had to be at work in six hours. Haha. He was too turned on and excited to end the conversation. Having my attention was so exhilarating; obeying me felt so good. I told Empty he was doing really well for a first timer, since most cum as soon as they make a first payment.
"Oh fuck, I should have just came," he said facetiously.
Obviously Empty didn't mean that. He was enjoying this too much, and he wasn't ready to cum yet. I ordered another $100 and Empty tried to comply, but security got in the way. Fortunately, adjusting the amount to $90 seemed to resolve the problem.
I'm more conservative with new guys than with regulars, knowing that pressing too hard can easily scare a new fag off. Content with $390 for the night, I was prepared to let Empty go, knowing how little time he had left to sleep. He wasn't content, though.
"I don't know what the fuck's wrong with me but I want to pay you again," Empty announced. "Last time before bed."
The faggot asked how much I wanted. I suggested $110, thinking that amount would bypass the security issue.
A couple minutes elapsed. "Having a hard time with that?" I typed, assuming that Empty had busted before he was able to make the final press of the send button.
"Hang on," he replied.
A few more minutes went by before Empty declared that his "finger slipped." Haha.
"Hope you like, Sir."
"Fuck. I'd say that was worth the 5 minute wait." He'd sent $300, probably taking so long because he'd increased the amount once or twice and asked himself if he really wanted to lose so much. Of course the answer was yes, and I knew what the amount meant: I didn't need to be conservative anymore. Empty wanted me to fuck him hard.
And I would. These small and almost insignificant beginnings can portend vastly greater events, as you'll see in the next part of this series.
I took a screenshot of the almost $700 worth of draining and started to make the first post about Empty on Tumblr. He seemed hesitant when I revealed I was writing about him, but I pressed on.
"Just like you read about the other fags I used. Now you're one of them."
"Ok," he conceded. "Not like you would have listened to me anyway."
"Nope. I already posted it."
"Fuck. Sir, my cock got harder."
"Of course. You love being reminded of your place," I teased. "So far beneath me. So far beneath any real man."
"Yes, Sir."
"Just a dumb lowly fag desperate to worship someone greater."
"Exactly, Sir," Empty typed.
"So desperate you've stayed up all night sinking deeper and deeper."
"Fuck. I need to get to bed," he remembered.
I could have made more demands, I'm sure, but I knew I would have other opportunities. Empty almost immediately confirmed that: "If you need more cash let me know." Haha.
"You have a lot to learn," I wrote as one of my final thoughts. "But I'm good at teaching fags, obviously."
Like I said, this is just the beginning of Empty's story, literally recounting a single day out of two months of interactions. You'll get more next week.