Leather Skin Biker

I have a new cash slave this year. He’s a very serious cash slave, and understands the fact that an Aryan MaSSter such as ME is entitled to tribute and respect.

There is a lot that I could say about my new cash slave, but suffice to say that he has not let Me down so far. There’s an added dimension involved with this cash slave in that he is an inferior jewish cash slave who tributes this SSuperior Aryan MaSSter.

Most recently, he bought me a new motorcycle jacket from Mr. S Leather. It’s a beuatiful jacket, and a symbol of his jew slave labor. I also told him to buy me a Nazi flag for me, as well as one for himself, and he has obeyed that command as well.

I expect to meet My new cash slave this year, and he has reserved a room for Me at the host hotel for IML 31. I’m sure I will have more to say about this one. Stay tuned.

This is an update for those of you following my thread about the German cash slave. I met him for the first time last year, and one of the goals of my meeting with him was to “settle” the situation. What that translated into was him buying me a drink, then going up to his hotel room, discussing his predicament, and reaching an agreement on closure of the situation.

I ordered room service, and I took some cash (under $200), and had him order me a pair of tight cop gloves as parting tribute to close the “situation,” and put it behind us. I also agreed to delete his photos and considered the cash slavery done. he held up his end of the agreement, and I have held up mine. I do need to remove his pic from one of my blog posts.

One final thing I have to say about the German cash fag is that he did come through last year, and he did put out, as a cash fag should. But it involved a great deal of time and effort to cashrape him. And ultimately, he made it about him. Less patient doms would have told him to get lost, but I was patient, and I did manage to cashrape him.

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MASTER DAVID's cum in my moustache and beard.

I had the distinct privilege of serving MASTER DAVID recently. The session was amazingly intense–the connection was deep and strong. MASTER DAVID was smokin’ hot–on fire, actually. He loved me, kept me safe and protected, and he hurt me. He is good that way–knowing exactly what I need and how much I can take. MASTER DAVID offers a rare combination of love and darkness.

HE had text-messaged me at about 5:15 to tell me that he would be over at 7p. He wanted me buzzed, herbed if I wanted. I had worked a long week, and was tired. I just needed a few minutes of sleep, so I would be ready in time for his arrival at 7p, so I took a short nap. When the iPhone alarm went off at 6:15, I wasn’t sure what day it was–that’s how deep my sleep had been in spite of the short nap time. Ironically, I felt lazy and unmotivated to move. I held the phone in my hand and hit the snooze bar a couple times before moving all 260 pounds of me to my feet.

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I realized that I neglected to mention a pig who I’ve had my eye on for some time now. This pig used to live in another state, but has relocated to Chicago, quite independent of my interest in it (him). I’ve spent a lot of time getting inside his head, and I think that I have made significant progress in that respect. I’m poised to take things to the next level with this pig, and actually meet him.

I know who and what he is, and where he belongs. he needs to be kept down low, and treated for just what he is: a dirty kike pig. This pig needs lots of Aryan domination and abuse, and I’m just the sort of leather biker skin Daddy who can provide that.

I am already able to access this faggot 24/7 virtually. I need only add the physical component in order to really have him right where I want him: at MY boots, under MY rimseat, doing MY bidding. It will happen.

I have been mindful lately that I really need to get back to more regular posting to this blog. It has been too long, and I still have more to say. I enjoy messages from readers who like my blog and want me to continue it. It seems as though I often throw this excuse out, but I have been busy with a number of things that have distracted me from my writing.

Chief among the distractions have been work and consulting. If only I could paid for writing blog posts, then I might find myself wrting more and doing other things less.But so far I’m keeping my day job, and then some.

Just to catch you up, here are some highlights:

• My partner is doing okay. One of our goals is to take another trip before summer is over. This blog is not the place to air dirty laundry where that relationship is concerned.
• My out-of-state “son” is doing well. I need to continue his backstory. I’m three years behind in telling his story, with one anniversary having just passed last month, and another anniversary coming up this month with him.
• My dark, sadistic MASTER is a front and center presence in my life. HE is doing well.
• My out-of-state slave is somewhat errant. I don’t know what is going on with him. Not sure he is really a slave in spite of his desire to be one, and the years he’s known me.
• I’ve met an interesting local FF buddy, and have played with him twice. I hope to get my whole fist inside him soon. Every time I try, I get a bit deeper inside him. I’m enjoying that a lot.
• I have a new slave candidate in the LA area who has proven to be quite interesting and consistent. He would be another out-of-state distance slave. I’m getting to know him, and get inside his head. He has sort of an approach-avoidance relationship with poppers. He’s turned on by the idea of being addicted to them, but knows they could spell his destruction. And he’s willing to put the decision in my hands. I find that very hot. Bottom line is that this slave desires to be abused. Abuse turns him on. Talk about an offer I can’t refuse. BTW, he found me through my blog. Go figure. <G>
• There is an even newer slave candidate in Portland, Oregon, who I’m just beginning to know. He’s young and quite experienced for his age. The good news there is that he loves pain. He’s speaking my language.
• BTW, the cash fag paid me last week. Technically, it’s called cashrape. But that doesn’t quite do justice to the complexities involved. His little cock gets hard the harder I push him, the more unrelenting I am, the more force I use. And I get off on the power trip when he pays. He actually sent the Portland pain pig my way, but it turns out that the Portland pain pig is not into cash slavery, and even if he were, that doesn’t mean I will forget about the German cash slave. So that’s where that stands.
• And last but not least, the cigar slave of whom I’ve written here a few times. I haven’t used him this year. I’m not sure where all of that is going. I have this feeling in my gut that I may not be playing with him again. It seems as though that part of our relationship is in the past. The sad thing is that I don’t know where things stand now, and I’m not sure what the future holds for me and him. I’ll keep you posted.

I hope that given this short recap, you will see that I my plate is full. Sometimes I feel as though I don’t have time to write about it all because I’m too busy living it. But I won’t use that as an excuse.

After an absence of almost six months, my cashfag is back. He enjoys the game. It gets him off. I know it makes his little cock hard when I cashrape him. That’s just how he’s wired. This is his reality.

Do you know this cash fag? If you do, please let me know. Perhaps we could tag team him.

I have removed the photo that used to appear here, per my agreement with the cash slave.

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