The Art of the Slow Drain
As a Cashmaster, there’s something so fun about the slow drain. Whether it’s by message or during a voice call, hearing someone get progressively more and more desperate and pathetic for you..
It’s fun to tease you, watching your furious typing the SECOND my last message lands, you asking for my Paypal, then when I read it, just leaving it, read.. Knowing you’re there, watching the chat, aching for it to change with my details. Knowing the longer I leave it, the more pathetic you’re getting for a straight Alpha’s attention.
The longer I leave you like that, the more you ache to give me. It’s so fucking funny knowing I’ll get more, the longer I leave you. To know you’re so desperate to shower me with your cash, you can barely hold yourself.
I’ve trained faggots so they’re unable to cum without tributing, before. Maybe they’re the sort of guy who started watching porn when they were younger; They got into masturbation and would scroll through until they found the picture or the video, the ONE they knew they wanted to cum to.. Maybe they moved onto Omegle, and couldn’t bring them self to cum until they were being watched.. Then it’s not being able to cum unless they’re being degraded and shown how fucking unworthy they are.. Before they knew it, now it’s waiting for a worthy Master to drain them until they’ve earned their release.
The funniest part is when you’re in their head so much that when he’s at home - His husband or wife in another room - and he’s stroking his pathetic cock until it’s all swollen and sore, and I ask them outright:
“Have you been drained enough to cum yet, faggot?” “No Master” “Haha pathetic.. What’re you going to do about it?” And then that race between the email from Paypal, and him messaging me back, praying for more humiliation. Deliberately taking minutes at a time to reply, knowing full well he’s going to send more and more each time..
So predictable. So fucking pathetic.
