CONFESSIONS OF A NEWLY MINTED CASHFAG
Master Jay’s note: Remember this faggot? After abusing it all weekend it confessed to Me this morning that it still felt raped (which I should, of course). This evening it asked Me to allow it to write about its experience. Read below for a few insights into a fag’s mind!
Six months ago, I would have laughed at the idea that I would allow myself to be abused by a cash master. In all honesty, I had seen many cash master blogs and rolled my eyes at them. But that all changed a few months ago. It all started when a straight, black dominant top demanded that I give him some gas money before he would use me. At first I rolled my eyes, but in a fit of horniness agreed. After it was over, I felt a rush of being used and manipulated that way. After a few encounters like that, I started to dip my toes in the water here and there with a number of doms.
Then I met Cash Master Jay late one night. It all started innocently enough with a small tribute to prove that I was serious. Then we got on cam and I was struck by how sexy he was. After a little while he made me play the game of spin the wheel and I immediately started racking up some significant debts. Every time I would spin the wheel I would feel more out of control and a complete loss of power to Jay. It was a combination of excitement and dread all at the same time.
Over the course of the next few days, we played a few times. And, even though I knew I couldn’t afford to rack up more debt, I couldn’t stay away. In two different sessions, Master Jay made me piss into a glass and drink it (and then charge me for it). The humiliation of being ordered to do that combined with having to pay for something that most would consider so disgusting was a huge turn on.
When I thought things couldn’t get any worse for me, Master Jay ordered me to install and use Teamviewer so that he could take his payments directly. The idea made me hard at first, followed by a huge sense of terror and dread. But I did as was told. The Teamviewer sessions started simply enough. Each time Master Jay would go into my PayPal account and take money my heart would leap.
In our last session, Master Jay ordered me to log into Paypal and open Teamviewer. I was instructed to get high on poppers and then jerk off. He told me that he would continue to cash drain me until I came. I was terrified at the thought but did as I was told. To add a new twist, he completely locked me out of my keyboard. I couldn’t move the mouse or type anything to stop his cash drains. There was nothing standing between my PayPal and bank account and Master Jay’s account. Truly scary!
Every time he would go to my Paypal and hit “send money” I would get hard, but then would go soft again and get nervous as I would see the amounts being entered at random:, starting around €25, €30, and €50. No sooner would I see the confirmation screen that money had been sent, then Master Jay would click the button “send more money” and start all over again. The dread and fear kept me from being able to cum quickly, which Master Jay used to his advantage. The final drain was €75, which pushed me over the edge. By the time it was all done, more than €400 had been drained from my account to his.
I had trouble sleeping and when I woke up in the morning was greeted by a notice that my bank account was overdrawn. I also had to borrow some cash from a friend to get by for a few days. I’m not sure how I’m going to manage being able to get back on track, but that’s my problem to figure out and not Master Jay’s.
Which fag’s confessions will be the next I post? Surrender, submit and tribute fags!