I recently met an online cash master in a gay chat room. He was discussing the art of financial domination. An idea, for a story popped into my head. He answered a lot of questions I had about the fetish and graciously allowed me to copy some of the words he used in a session. Our conversation inspired the following story which, I dedicate to him.
Overview:
Financial domination has a bad rap among many in the gay community. He was not about to engage in a discussion of its “morality.” He thought of it more as engaging in a certain aspect of sexuality that some submissive guys genuinely enjoy. He would be the first to agree that they were many crude exploiters, especially among young men. He knew that there were some who lived-in low-income countries or had financial needs, that brought them into the practice. He had no real views about those types. They would always be people hungry for money, looking for people willing to part with it. However, there were those whom he had no respect for at all. The crop of young, so-called cash masters, who thought that showing their feet and hurling a few insults, made them in expert in cash mastering. Then there were men who had a closeted sexual identity. Their engagement in fin-dom let them get their gay hard-ons under the fig leaf that it came from cashing when, in truth, they got off in gay cyber sexual role-plays. He reserved his greatest contempt for those who resorted to petty blackmail. If he had his way, they would be exposed and sent off to jail. In his view, they along with the others listed above, gave the art of fin-dom a bad name. Yes, he thought of it as an art. Not everyone at the ability to crawl inside another guy’s mind to unearth what they secretly desired. He had the skill, the artistry, the security in his own sexuality, to bring it out into the light and fulfill it for them.
It did take skill for financial domination was not one-size-fits-all. To be a success, one had to be a craftsman. The fag, crude term but its use was critical in his practice, became the canvas upon which he created. His natural ability to know what was required and produce it. In some sense cash milking a fag was merely getting payment for the art that he produced within them. Whatever you call the kink, for it was a kink like so many others, they came to him because they had a need to experience it. A desire, a craving, a hunger…one that he was more than willing to do satiate.
In the end, when he was milking his little fag, it was truly a thing of beauty to behold, and the testament to his ability. He was a born dominant, and it showed in every artistic stroke during the process.
In practice:
He knew exactly what he was doing. His fag had a cash pussy. He just needed to get it hot enough to squirt…. luckily for him, he knew just had a fucking tool to get it to shoot its juices.
First step was of course to remind the fag that he wasn’t a man because, while a man would never cream cash, a pussy would do it and he had.
Using terms like clit on him set the right mental tone inside his punked out boy. After that, it was simply a matter of telling him how he was going to slip his cash cock between the lips of that clit and pound it until it started juicing.
He hadn’t tapped that pussy for a while. So, he knew it was swollen. Ready to squirt.
The best part was when the fag begged for it …. when he moaned out his need to feel that cash cock slipping between the lips of his cash clit. Using fag fem terms on himself.
Then it was simply pounding into him. Thrusting. Boning. Driving into that mound until it opened like a flower and began to shoot the cash pollen that he wanted.
He remembered the first time he had tapped that swoll of cash. It had been a process of teasing and encouraging and driving the faggot into a state of frenzy where he was ready to do it. Now, having cash fucked him on more than one occasion, even though the fag still raged and begged while getting cash fucked, he parted those lips easy.
He was the fix his fag would need. There might be some protest or begging, but in the end, they both knew it was only for show …. once his cock was in deep only squirting cash could satisfy his fag’s cravings.
Seeing the word “sent” multiple times made him smile.
Finale:
It had been a profitable session. Today he had gone in hard. It was a different variation on a theme, but he had to admit he was hot for her some profit and not in the mood for the long game this time in the session. So, from the jump he was taking command telling his fag:
My little cash fag cock sucker (CFCS), stuck with his cash mouth and cash ass wide open...desperate to tithe some more...to squirt out a little more bank, a little more self respect, a little more worship...to get owned again by the man who runs his pansy ass. Fucking pathetic pussy boi...just so comfortable on his knees at the feet of a real man...a cunt...a waitin' hole...waitin' for me to trash talk his ass and take his cash, until he blows his little clit and pops his filthy mind. faggot, I got you cold...know exactly how you work. Am I right?
It was nasty and humiliating and, as he knew it would, this gags cash lips went wide as he pounded between them. He had made a decent haul. Something that would satisfy him and yet not drain his faggot. He knew that they were other cash master that like to cash fuck until they had broken their pay pigs financially…that was not his style. He saw no reason to do it. Once you’ve properly broken in your pay pig, he’s a regular ATM. You can go to for a fast payout on a regular basis. Why killed the cow when you can milk him whenever you wanted. You simply had to hit that sweet spot for your fag. Mind fuck them just hard enough tap into his sexual heat to carry out a milking that satisfied them both. He always skillfully lowered his fag’s need for that sexual hit so that he could go about his day. Yet, left him just enough on edge that he would soon want to crawl back have his ‘udders’ tapped again.
Sure, there were fags wanted a quick jerk off, never came back. He could always identify them and dismiss them as a waste of his effort. His fags came back regularly because he gave them exactly what they needed tailored to their specific kink.
Of course he wasn’t quite done. There needed to be that final signature to the cash fucking. A reminder to them and would keep them slightly itchy. He sent an email to his fag.
I expect an email from you sometime in the next 24 hours. Thanking me…be respectful…Be detailed… Tell me how you felt… Tell me what you liked… Tell me how badly you want me to do you again…. and you do want me to do it again, right? Remember how you first told me you were not into findom. Now you offer up your fucking wallet to my cashcock every fucking time we meet online. You can't stop yourself from creaming cash to me…why should you? I see and hear you when you howl like a bitch in heat and fucking pop your nuts during every milking.
Giving his fag that finishing touch of degradation that he secretly craved. Thanking the guy who degraded him then, cash milked them for doing it to him. Replying might even overheat them enough to squirt a little extra to him without being asked. Many did. Even if this one didn’t, recalling what had happened would feed into a need to return to him.
It was all part of the art of milking, and he was after all, a true artist in the craft.
The End
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