cashmaster for subboys

1: Submit what you can afford. Tributes should come out of your Disposable Income.

2: Submit money that you have earned. If you are entirely living off of the State, family members or a friend, your Tribute can’t be financial. Most Students aren’t allowed to submit for this reason.

Successful and productive Friday at the office. About to head out on the town to spend all of your hard earned fag cash. Ready for a fun weekend….. I mean I deserve it 😈😈

your knees love the floor. you love keeping your wallet wide open for My use whenever. you exist to fund My trips, My fun, My life.

As a cashfag you know your duty is to spit out cash for your Master. That’s the basic rule, but there are always ways to improve. Here are some easy rules to follow to become a better cashfag.

1- Stay focused. This is actually not a very difficult rule to follow because once you’ve found the right Master you’ll probably have trouble not thinking about Him. But anyway, keep in mind that, whatever you do, wherever you are, your Master should be one way or another in your thoughts.  Not only is it a good way to show Him deference, it will also reinforce your subisiveness by making Him the center of your world. This way you’ll make yourself more available, and will be ready whenever your Master needs something from you. Check your emails/skype/im as often as possible, to make sure you don’t make Him wait if He’s trying to contact you.

2- Be discreet. Try to limit the conversations with your Master to the minimum. That’s a tough rule, but an important one. If spending time with your Master is the most amazing thing that can happen to you, remember it is not the same the other way around. Master is probably busy and even if He’s not, you can’t expect Him to willingly waste His time with a slave. This rule may not apply at an early stage of the slavery. You certainly need to exchange often at first to understand your Master needs and get a mental figure of Him. But after some time, you’ll need to realize that expecting time from your Master means placing your needs before His. And that’s certainly not a good behaviour. Don’t feel bad if your Master shows less interest in you after some time. On the contrary, it reveals He takes you for granted. You showed he could trust you, that He doesn’t need to spend time pushing you to get money in His bank account. There’s a reward to this: next time your Master sends you a message to get extra money in addition to your taxes, or when He shows on cam for a moment because He’s in a good mood, those moments will feel even more incredible than before.

3- Don’t panic. Some times you might feel desperate, experience loneliness and anxiety. Maybe it’s been a long time since you had news from your Master and you need to feel Him. Even during those moments, do not contact your Master directly, you might disturb Him. Try some exercises to calm down. Those depends on the way you usually interact with your Master. For example some slaves have a daily prayer to remind them of their slave status and of their Master’s superiority. If that’s the case, when a panic attack grows, start saying the prayer for 15 minutes, it might help. There are other forms of exercises, stuff like writing lines, sucking a dildo… If the panic is still strong, don’t hesitate to send money. It should calm you down and it will send a signal to your Master. Send an amount that is more significant than the one you may send occasionnaly as a surprise gift, so your Master notice it. Wait a few days to see if He responds to your distress call. If not, send a bigger amount and wait again. Only after a week, shall you try to send Him a message. If He doesn’t answer, do not insist. One message is enough. Your Master will eventually show up. Keep waiting, keep paying your taxes, do everything as usual so when your Master shows up you can prove Him he was right to accept you as His cashfag.

4-Stay stupid.

Don’t expect to be a good cashfag if you want to be smart and clever. Don’t try too hard because it is not something that will impress your Master. On the contrary, He will certainly be much more proud if He can see you’re able to let it go totally, to stop thinking on your own and let Him be totally in charge. You should try to free your mind. Get rid of all unnecessary thoughts. Try to see your world in a less complex way. Try to focus on the essential: work, send money to Master, please Master. In order to accomplish that, try to stay horny all the time, so you will be even more excited whn you receive a message from your Master and will react more promptly. Try to spend less time doing useless stuff like reading, watching tv, going out socializing and use this extra time to watch a bit more porn or to do exercises like sucking on your dildo or doing writeforme tasks. 

When being cashraped, it is also recomanded to use as much as you can poppers or alcohol or other substances to get rid of all your inhibitions. Might it get you in trouble? Might it be painful afterwards? Might you regret it? The answer is: yes, of course. And this is exactly why you need to refrain yourself from thinking. All you can get from thinking too much about consequences is getting scared and then not being able to reach your full capacities.

This may be hard to believe, but I’m not “gay” I’d be willing to bet (sorry sir, that’s a figure of speech) that most faggots are not gay.

I only like being called a faggot, when it’s used in a non violent, not threatening way, by a straight man.

The fuck????

When faggot is used as a protective wall, by a straight alpha male, it keeps the relationship in perspective. An alpha male has no problems using a faggot to fill needs he may otherwise have to “struggle” for. Things faggots feel that he should not have to struggle for. In fact it gives them joy, and satisfaction to do so.

Faggots are not weak, nor are we generally stupid. IF, we are true to who we are however, we are “inferior” to all other males. It takes a strong person to A) admit this to themselves and B) actually live it, and not fuck up other people’s lives. We are “inferior”, because what we need is not love. We don’t fit into the typical social hierarchy; can’t marry a woman, don’t want to marry man. Since we don’t want to have “sex” with men, a gay relationship doesn’t really work for a faggot, but it’s as close to society as a faggot can get. As a faggot, I don’t want to hug, and kiss, a man. I don’t want to hold his hands, and certainly wouldn’t want want to marry a man. I’m a man, in a man’s body, and I love being being a man. Faggots want be used in a non hateful way, for the purposes of making an apha males life more pleasant. We feed off of the happiness of others, but not at “our expense”. Alpha men, know the world is theirs, and faggots know that alphas are their world. Alphas understand a faggots need to serve him, they may not fully comprehend why a faggot is this way, but they play along with it, and take full advantage of a faggot.

Toby and I had what in our city was an uncommon dilemma- we were both tops. Our friends referred to us as the “What a Waste Couple,” and couldn’t understand why, with the seemingly limitless supply of bottoms around us, we would choose to be together. Sometimes I wondered myself.

We were both pretty fit otter-y types, me, 29, and Toby, 32. We met at the gym, scoping each other out. We had similar builds- 5'11’’, 165ish- and similar vibes. Our interests overlapped, as did our social circles, and both thought the other was sexy… but the sex had been a bit of a problem. Sure, we often would bring in a local bottom who was only too happy to be spit roasted between us, but sometimes you don’t want to go through the whole Grindr “Let’s find someone we’d both fuck” rigamarole and just wanna plow the man you go to bed with every night, am I right?

Anyway, neither of us really wanted to bring it up, and when I finally tried to address it point blank last night, Toby said he didn’t want to talk about it and left. After a few restless hours, I fell asleep, alone.

I woke up coughing. There was some kind of weird taste in my mouth.

“Sorry about that, boy,” I heard a familiar voice say. “Didn’t mean to make you choke just yet.”

Toby stood over me, two tiny green glass bottles in his hand, one of them empty. He was dressed head to toe in leather gear- pants, jacket, gloves.

“Did you just pour something down my throat?” I asked, between coughs. I cleared my throat. “And what’s with the leather?”

“Just a little something I picked up for the two of us,” he said with a smirk and a wink.

“This,” he said, shaking the full bottle a little. “Is the answer to our problem.” He then popped open the top and chugged it.

My stomach gurgled.

“What is it? Some kind of 5 hour energy or something?” I asked. My voice felt strange.

“Last night I went to a sex shop in Chinatown and the old guy who worked there said he had just the thing for us. Two bottles- one to make you a submissive bottom boi and one to make me a full blown leather daddy. I felt like I should dress the part.”

My legs were tingling, as was my face.

“No more jockeying for the top,” he grinned. “We’ll finally know our roles. I’ll be the real alpha, and you’ll just be my little fuckboy.”

Toby stood up and looked at me. The leather outfit looked big on him.

“Feeling the changes yet?” he asked.

I was feeling something alright- my face felt itchy, not like my normal five o'clock shadow.

“You asshole,” I said, clearing my throat. “I can’t believe you’d do this.”

A look of confusion flashed across Toby’s face.

“Why is your voice lower?” he asked. His hand flew to his own throat and his eyes widened. “Why – *ahem* is…. is my voice higher?”

Toby’s jacket was now positively baggy on him. He looked a few inches shorter as well. My hand stroked the scruff that was spreading across my face as I looked at Toby’s ever more boylike features.

“Well, boy,” I said with a grin, standing up. Toby had indeed shrunk and was looking up at me in shock. “Looks like you should have paid attention to which bottle was which.”

My back cracked as I stretched and looked down at my hairy, beefier chest and ballooning thighs. My cock looked fatter, and started to swell.

Toby grew even more slender and boyish. He looked younger with each passing minute, ticking back towards his early 20’s…. 20… 19. The look on his face kept alternating between confusion and fear before morphing into something else…. desire?

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was probably 6'2’’ and close to 200 lbs. My features were darker, older, and a full beard wreathed my chin. I was every inch a leather daddy, minus the leather.

“You look ridiculous,” I said to my now shrunken boyfriend. “That leather belongs on a real man, don’t you think?”

Toby stammered.

“Uh- but.. I… I…”

“Say, yes, boy,” I commanded. Something shifted in Toby’s eyes.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir!”

I didn’t even have to push my new fuck boy to his knees. He knew his place.

“You were right about one thing,” I said, my hand pushing his head down even farther on my throbbing cock. “We finally know our roles.”

My Alpha Man: @melbournealpha.

Even though I haven’t posted in awhile, many of you fags still keep messaging me and begging me to take your hard earned cash, so I did and then I decided to go on vacations again, haha. Beautiful, ain’t it?

Coming back tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to making this page more active and getting more fags to worship me and tribute on a regular basis. 

I came up with some basic rules and I will post them shortly, so as to rule out fakes and time wasters.

I’m into the mood to drain some of you bitches cause my regulars are tapped for the week. Your first message should include your name, age, location, interests and budget, or I won’t reply.