I was twenty-one when the events of this story took place and had been my now former Master’s slave since I was nineteen.
One night after I had been ass-fucked by Master, he put the anal plug back in my ass and told me to get out of bed, and locked me back in my pet cage. Since I am just a worthless whore, I am not allowed to sleep in his bed with him. I was hoping he would fuck me more than just once, but he told me he had not been in the mood to fuck his bitch, and the only reason he fucked me that one time was to help him sleep.
The cage is located in his walk-in closet and large enough that I can lie down in it, and Master has provided me with a pillow, a blanket, and a crib mattress to sleep on. It’s quite comfortable. The mattress is covered in a urine pad just in case I needed to pee since I’m not allowed out of the cage until Master lets me out. I don’t dare wake him up in the middle of the night to ask if he could unlock the cage so I could go pee.
Before he turned out the light and shut the door to the closet, Master told me he wanted to show me something on his laptop.
“I need new tires for my truck and they are expensive, so you are going to have to work to help me pay for them,” he told me as he opened his laptop.
I almost giggled but knew better. Master didn’t need extra money to help pay for his tires. While not a wealthy man, he certainly was not living in poverty. I was also somewhat confused. Master did not want me to have a job. He wanted me to stay at home and take care of the house, cook, clean, and of course, be of service to him.
He showed me a webpage on a site that advertised local escorts aka prostitutes. There were several photos of me on the page from being dressed to being naked. Photos Master had taken of me since we started our relationship almost two years prior. My bio that he had typed described me as an Asian whore who enjoyed being submissive, bondage, S&M play, humiliated, anal sex, oral sex, bareback, cum in mouth, girlfriend experience, and other services I would offer. It also included that I was available to men, women, or couples.
Master had shared me with his friends before, had his friends’ gang bang me, took me to clubs to get fucked by strangers, had me go out alone and get picked up by a man and fucked, and come home and tell him about it, taken me to adult sex shops with glory holes in the back rooms and had me suck strangers cocks, and other such things. After all, I was just a worthless whore and that was all I was good for anyway; for men and women to use for their most debase perversions. He had never pimped me out for money, however.
I just told him, “Yes, Sir.” I did have one objection, however. “Why so cheap, Master?” I asked.
The prices for my services were quite low compared to the other girls on the site and unlike the other escorts on the site there was no extra charge for some of the extra services they provided.
“Because you’re a cheap, worthless cunt,” he told me. “You should be giving up that pussy and ass for free, but I need new tires.”
“Yes, Master,” I told him.
People reading this story may be thinking, this poor girl; to be treated this way by a man is horrible. But to me, it’s not at all and I am not a “poor girl”. I love being humiliated to the extreme, love being a fuck toy for a man, love being told to fuck other people, sucking strangers’ cocks, being shown off and exposing myself in public to strangers, etc. All that and more arouses me so much. My biggest fetish is being humiliated. Everything I do and allow to be done to me is consensual.
My Master may sound like a sadist to some people, but he is not. I have been with men like that in the past and learned the hard way to avoid them. Yes, Master has done some sadistic things to me, both physically and emotionally, but things that I allow and things that sexually arouse me.
I don’t know why I am like I am and get turned on by the things that turn me on. I never had anyone touch me inappropriately as a kid or a bad uncle etc. Even though I had not seen my family since I moved halfway across the country to live with Master when I was nineteen, my family is wonderful and I have great parents. I just am the way I am.
I won’t get into the specifics of my then relationship with my family in this story. I may expand a little on it in my origin story of becoming a worthless whore but I will elaborate a little.
I met Master when I was eighteen and a freshman in college and I was not a total innocent. When I met him online I had previously had three boys I had sex with in high school since I lost my virginity at sixteen, at age seventeen I dated a twenty-four-year-old man for a while, and as a senior in high school, I had a brief affair with a forty-one-year-old married man.
During my affair with the married man when I was eighteen, I also had my first sexual experience with another girl. She was a sixteen-year-old sophomore I went to high school with. She was a very cute, nerdy, shy, quiet black girl. She could not have stood taller than five foot anything or weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.
I didn’t seduce her, she came on to me first and I had wanted to try having sex with another girl so I gave in quickly. Turned out she was not so shy when it came to fucking me and enjoyed doing dirty things to me and making me her bitch. She introduced me to the pleasures of bondage and would get tickled and giggle a lot when she stuck things up my asshole or hurt me. We hooked up often as I was also having an affair with the married man.
Just three weeks before meeting the man online who would become my Master, I had been gang-banged in a motel room by six young cadets from the Naval Academy in Annapolis. It was something I wanted to try and I was visiting Annapolis on a solo sightseeing trip while in college. I met them at a bar and a couple of the young men were flirting with me and I gathered my courage and told them exactly what I wanted. They didn’t have a problem with it so we went back to the hotel I was staying at.
I did enjoy it a great deal and thought that I would never have such a great sexual experience again like that in my life. I was so wrong. I have had a great many more sexual experiences that were so much better than that night.
Master and I talked via online chat, and later video chats, and he came to see me three times. When I was nineteen, I dropped out of college, packed all the personal belongings I had in my dorm room, put them in my car, and drove halfway across the country to be with Master. Once I got to his house I worked up the courage to send my father an email telling him what I had done and that I was safe and not to worry. That caused a five-year rift between me and my family.
People can think and say that Master took advantage of me since I was a nineteen-year-old girl and he was a thirty-four-year-old man and we met online. Maybe he did in a way, but if he did it was because I allowed him to and I will always admit this; those four years and five months with Master were the happiest and most fulfilling of my life so far. See, I loved him; I still love him. I hope when I am ready for a relationship again that I meet someone like him.
I will elaborate more about our relationship in another story so back to when I was a prostitute.
Master had bought a burner cell phone to answer the calls from my escort ad and surprisingly we got very few and the ones we did get were just from people who were not local or men being assholes and trolling the website and not interested in making an actual appointment. I knew it was not because of my looks.
I am a third-generation Vietnamese-American. I am currently twenty-five and I was twenty-one when this story takes place. I am slender and pretty and have a nice body. My breasts are not very large but no one who has ever fucked me complained about them. I think I have sexy-shaped breasts and nipples. They may have mocked me or verbally humiliated me about my smaller boobs, but never complained about them. I have dyed blonde hair that I have been dying blonde since I was seventeen.
So why was I not getting any men interested in me? It was because of the low prices for my services. No one thought I was for real. Master has listed the price to someone to use and fuck me as $50 for an hour, $150 for four hours, and $500 for the entire night. That was cheap compared to all the other escorts on the website.
It upset me that no one who was for real replied to my ad. I felt as if I was letting Master down and I hated to disappoint him. He told me to be patient so I tried to be. To make things worse for me; Master had put in a chastity belt and told me he wanted my pussy and asshole fresh for my first potential client. I was not able to have an orgasm and Master was not fucking me, not even anally.
Oh, he didn’t go without having his sexual needs fulfilled though. He had me give him blowjobs when he wanted to cum. Well, blow jobs weren’t really what they were, he was fucking my mouth. One day he made me wear a mouth spreader all day so I was always ready for him to use when he desired.
The mouth spreader not only opened my mouth as wide as it could go, but it also had an adjustable spreader to it that would adjust how far my mouth could be opened. When he wanted to fuck my mouth, Master would adjust it to open my mouth as far as it was able to, fuck my mouth, and then adjust it to relax my jaw but he never allowed me to take it out of my mouth that day except to eat.
It also had two plugs on the top that went up my nostrils and gave me a piggy nose and a chain that hung down from the bottom of the spreader that was attached to nipple clamps. When Master pulled my hair to pull my head up, the clamps pulled and stretched my nipples painfully.
As much as I begged and even sobbed for Master to fuck me or at least let me cum as he continued to fuck my mouth and humiliate me both physically and verbally, he denied me an orgasm. It was driving me crazy from frustration. Even a great ass fucking would have satisfied me some, but I was even denied that.
Finally, after a little over a month, a man replied to my ad who was serious about making an appointment with me. He wanted to pay for four hours. Master told the man he would give him a fifty-dollar discount if he wrote a review of my services on the website to let other people know I was for real. The man wanted a girlfriend experience so Master dressed me appropriately.
I was wearing a pretty, floral print sundress with spaghetti shoulder straps, no bra, pink cotton brief panties, and pink heels that matched the dress. I didn’t wear much makeup so I would look more like a girlfriend than a whore. I thought I looked very cute.
The man was in town for a few days on business and Master drove me to his hotel. Master sat in the hotel bar and waited for me until I was done servicing the client.
The man, James he called himself, looked as if he was in his fifties, was overweight, and not attractive at all. I didn’t care. I had been fucked by all types of men and women in pleasing my then Master or other men I had been in a relationship with who liked to share me with others. Fat, thin, in shape, ugly, or nice-looking men and women. I had been fucked and or sucked all types of cocks and eaten all types of pussies.
The man and I talked for a while and then I played out my role as his girlfriend. I gave him a blowjob until he orgasmed in my mouth, he ate my pussy and since I had not had an orgasm in over a month I came quickly. I came a second time when he fucked me and then again when I got on top of him and fucked him. He was a nice man and treated me well, but what got me off was knowing I was fucking him for money and I found that humiliating and that humiliation aroused me a great deal.
Each time the man fucked me, he sweated profusely. The last time he fucked me before I left, he fucked me in my ass and filled it with cum. I enjoyed serving the man and being pimped out to him.
I did make one major mistake my first time being a prostitute. I forgot to collect the money before we started. After I was dressed and about to leave, I asked the man for the money and he refused to pay me. I left the hotel room in tears because I knew Master was going to be mad at me and punish me for that mistake.
I was right. Master was furious! He didn’t blame the man, which he had no reason to do since the mistake was mine. He called me a stupid worthless cunt and told me when we got home I was going to be punished for being a stupid whore. He was right. I was a stupid whore for forgetting to collect the money upfront and I deserved whatever punishment he deemed fit.
Master punished me cruelly and painfully and I accepted without complaint. Oh, I cried and begged for him to stop of course because it hurt, but I accepted it because I deserved it.
The next night Master drove me back to the hotel to collect the money. I had to let the man fuck my asshole again for free, but he did pay me the money he owed me. The man also wrote his review and gave me five out of five stars and made some nice comments about me. Soon, Master was getting more calls from people who wanted to make an appointment with me.
Master planned to pimp me out on Friday and Saturday nights for a month. Master drove me to the hotels and motels and I met various men who paid for my services for an hour or four hours and twice for overnight. The men fucked me, humiliated me, and one was into some S&M play and bondage and I obliged his needs happily. I was seeing about four or five men a night on average, depending on how long they paid for. Some barebacked me and others used condoms. I was having a great time and got so turned on by being pimped out.
Master still didn’t fuck me, however, during that month. He told me my skanky cunt and asshole were reserved for clients. Since some of the men barebacked me, Master sent me to the Health Department to get tested for STDs during my time as a prostitute and after. He did not fuck me until after my last STD test. The tests never came back positive for any STDs.
One of the clients I had I relay enjoyed his company and it was not for the sex. We didn’t have what I think could be called sex although we did sexual acts. I saw him on four separate occasions during my month as a prostitute and each time he paid for four hours. I would have met with him more, but I was only pimped out for five weekends and two of the times were all-night clients.
He was a seventy-one-year-old man and the reason we didn’t have intercourse was because he suffered from erectile dysfunction. He could not take any medication for it because of the other medication he was on, especially his high blood pressure medication. Even so, he was a very sexual man and he had an Asian slut fetish. We also had a certain fetish in common.
We both enjoyed eating a girl’s more pungent-smelling pussy. He was always the last client I would meet on the nights I met him because it was after I had been fucked by four or five other men; one night I had been fucked by six other men before I met him.
He didn’t want me to wash myself after because he said it made my pussy and asshole smell the way he preferred it to when he used his mouth on them. He didn’t even mind and preferred if I had been barebacked by the other men. He told me cum added more smell and taste to my pussy. I could agree with him since I also enjoyed another woman’s more pungent pussy and asshole when I went down on them.
He would lick, taste, finger, and use toys on my pussy and asshole until I would cum. He would call me a whore, cunt, bitch, or slut as he played with me. After, we would lay in bed and talk and he was very sweet and then he would do it again and then again over the four hours.
While he couldn’t get an erection he still had the desire to have sex and an orgasm and I would jerk off or suck his flaccid cock until he would cum in my mouth. Once he did get an erection and I got on top of him and started to fuck him, but that didn’t last but about five minutes and his cock became soft, so I sucked and jerked him off until he had an orgasm.
I liked that old man and I missed him for a while after my time as a prostitute was over.
The first overnight clients I had was a married couple. Again, they were not attractive, but none of the clients I had met were attractive. I guess attractive people didn’t need hookers. Both were in their upper thirties and both were about fifty pounds overweight. They did use me, humiliate me, and fuck me a lot that night and I had several orgasms.
The hotel they were at was a nice upscale hotel and based on the designer brand clothes they both wore, the wife’s jewelry, and the brands of sex toys they used on me; I could tell they had money. After the things they did to me and had me do to them, I pretty much guessed the type of people they were.
They were a rich couple who were snobs to the lower class and enjoyed taking advantage of people who were less fortunate than them and who they looked down on. They felt such people were so beneath them that they could use a girl who prostituted herself out any way they wanted.
When the man fucked me he always used a condom. When he put the first one on I told him he didn’t have to use one. He gave me a look of disgust.
“I am not going to fuck some nasty whore’s disease-ridden pussy bareback,” he told me.
Each time he came, he would either have me suck the cum from the condom, squeeze the cum out of it on my face, or squeeze it out in my hair. They both would spit on my face and in my mouth throughout the night.
Both fucked me in my pussy and ass, the wife using a strap-on, they double penetrated me, I sucked his cock, and ate her smelly pussy a lot that night as well as licked and rimmed both their assholes. They both verbally and physically humiliated me a great deal.
As I mentioned, I didn’t mind her smelly pussy at all. It was not that she didn’t practice good hygiene but her being overweight just caused her to have a much more pungent scent and taste. I enjoyed smelling and tasting her pungent, tangy pussy. I liked going down on a more unpleasant smelling and tasting pussy.
The second time I gave the wife oral sex she put down the plastic shower curtain from the hotel shower under her and as I was eating her husband’s cum from her asshole she peed on me.
I don’t mind being urinated on. The humiliation of being peed on turns me on a great deal. I do my best to avoid it from getting in my mouth though. When it does I spit it out. I don’t like drinking it.
After she was done peeing on me, the wife got out of the bed, had me turn over on my back, and placed the back of my head in the puddle of urine. She then got on top of me and smothered me with her fat ass as she had me continue to lick and rim her asshole while she used a dildo in both my pussy and ass.
Both dildos were molded to look like a real penis. One was white and the other one was black. The white one was about seven inches long and the black one was about nine inches long and thicker. She used the larger black one in my asshole. She then put the chain that attached the nipple clamps on my nipples in her mouth and she lifted her head to pull my nipples painfully.
After I had an orgasm, she continued to fuck both my holes with the dildos; she moved a little down on my body and peed on my chest and boobs. The humiliation of being peed on a second time and my head in a puddle of piss and my hair soaking up the fluid made me cum again.
She called me a nasty Asian whore and got off of me and her husband laughed at me. Her husband then put a ball gag in my mouth, turned me back over to lie on my stomach, and turned my head to the side as he placed me face down in the puddle of pee. He had me bring my knees to my chest so my ass was up. The wife then sat her large ass on the small of my back and placed her foot on my face, pressing me into the puddle of urine.
She reached behind her back and spread my butt cheeks apart to open my asshole, and her husband urinated into my ass. After he was done peeing, the wife started twisting her foot and grinding my face into the pee. She then reached under my body, grabbed the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps, and pulled it to painfully stretch my nipples.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted me as she continued to twist her foot and pull the chain harder.
With her pressing my face in the puddle some of the urine went up my nose and it burned. I could not talk with the ball gag in my mouth so my “yes” came out in a muffled and incoherent answer. My answer of yes was not just to appease her but was sincere. I was getting off on how they were degrading me.
‘My husband is going to fuck that rancid pussy and I am going to stretch your whore asshole,” she told me. “You want that nasty asshole stretched, don’t you?”
I again gave a muffled yes sound and then muffled whimpers when the wife pulled the nipple chain even harder. It felt like she was going to pull my nipples off. She let go of the chain, removed her foot from my face, and turned her fat body around. She then sucked her husband’s cock to get it fully erect so he could fuck me.
The husband entered my pussy in one hard thrust. I made a muffled grunting sound of pleasure as he drove his cock deep into my pussy. He held still and I felt lubricant being squeezed around my asshole and grunted out again as the husband put his thumb in my ass to add even more lubrication to the inside of my ass. After he pulled his thumb out he gave my butt cheeks several hard smacks.
“Time to gape your slutty asshole now,” the wife said.
I again made a muffled loud grunting and whimpering sound as the wife thrust the dildo into my butt with one hard push until it was deep inside me. I could tell by the way it felt that it was the larger, black dildo. It felt so good to have a cock in my pussy and a dildo up my ass at the same time.
I started to make more muffled whimpers through the ball gag when I felt the wife start to work the white dildo in my butthole. She did it slowly and would push it in me about an inch at a time.
“The whore is actually taking it,” she told her husband as she laughed.
“What do you expect,” the husband said as he laughed also. “She’s such a disgusting slut and I am sure she’s taken several cocks up her filthy ass at one time often enough.”
I could feel my asshole being stretched by both dildos as the wife kept pushing the second one inside me. Her husband had been right to an extent. I have had both my asshole and pussy filled with two cocks or two dildos at once before. My Master has even fisted my pussy several times. I have never had my asshole fisted, but would like to try one day even though the thought of it does frighten me.
Once both dildos were fully inside my ass and the husband’s cock in my pussy, the husband started to slowly fuck me while the wife fucked my asshole with the dildos. She would push one inside me as she pulled the other one out of me until just the tip of it was in me and then push it in while she pulled the other out. It felt amazing to have my butthole double stuffed while the husband fucked me. I had another orgasm as they did so.
They both laughed at me when I came and again called me a nasty whore for enjoying what they were doing to me. The wife got off of me and pulled one dildo out of my ass. She then kneeled next to the bed, removed the ball gag, and shoved the dildo in my mouth. It was the black one.
I had no problem going ass to mouth and I enjoyed it. I may be a worthless cunt and a nasty whore, but I practice impeccable hygiene and keep a clean pussy and ass. I use an over-the-counter enema twice a month to keep my butt clean. I had used one that morning before my appointment with the couple that evening.
I was also careful about STDs and got tested when needed like during and after the month Master pimped me out. Other times such as after going to glory holes to suck strangers’ cocks or when I would go out and hook up with a man or men to fuck me at Masters bidding and they barebacked me.
I was pretty much a regular at the health department and went often enough that I knew the people there thought my occupation was a prostitute. I knew that when one of the nurses who tested me for STDs gave me literature and a phone number to call for support on how to “escape” the life of prostitution. I took the information and told her thank you. I didn’t see any reason to correct them that while I am a whore I am not a hooker.
As the wife fucked my mouth with the dildo, the husband fucked my pussy hard and brutally while he held my hands behind my back with one hand and violently fucked my ass with the dildo with his other hand. I had yet another orgasm from the degradation of it. After he came, he pulled his cock out of me and once again milked the contents of the condom in my hair.
After they were done, the husband pulled me off the bed and I fell on the floor. He grabbed my urine-damp hair and I was half dragged and half crawled to a corner in the room.
“Sit there and don’t move or talk,” he told me and let go of my hair.
I got on my knees and knelt back on my heels.
“I said sit not kneel, you stupid cunt,” he yelled at me.
He used his feet to kick my legs out and forced me to sit on my butt and I made a moaning grunt as the dildo that was still in my butthole was forced deeper inside me. He then grabbed my hair again, forced me to turn my head, and had me suck his now flaccid cock clean of cum.
After he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I watched as he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then watched his wife. The wife took the shower curtain off the bed, being careful not to allow any of the urine to spill onto the bed, and took it into the bathroom.
I heard the shower turn on and I assumed she was rinsing it off in the shower.
They were quite the nasty, perverted couple and they were not done with me yet. It was still early into the evening and they had all night with me. The couple got back into the bed and sat their naked fat bodies on the bed as they watched TV and ignored me.
I sat in the corner with the dildo up my butt, my body slick and smelling of their urine and the man’s cum, my hair wet from both cum and urine. I got cold when the pee started to chill and started to shiver. I asked permission to speak.
“What?” the husband snapped at me.
“Can…can I go wash off or at least dry off,” I asked.
“No,” they both said at the same time.
“You’re a stupid nasty whore and stupid nasty whores should stink of piss and cum,” the husband told me.
“Can…I’m cold. Can I have a blanket at least,” I asked.
“We are not going to ruin these nice hotel bed covers just so a filthy cum and piss-soaked worthless whore can be warm,” the wife told me.
The couple watched some TV while until they were ready to use me again. They both fucked and humiliated me and had me do things to them for quite some time. When they took their breaks from using me they had me sit in the corner and ignored me as I waited until they were ready again. While they didn’t pee on me again, they seemed to enjoy me smelling of piss as they fucked me.
When they were done with me, they both got dressed, packed up their sex toys that had been used on me, and left. I took a shower and called Master to tell him to come pick me up. It was quite the night and I enjoyed it a great deal and had many orgasms from them fucking me and the way they treated me. They gave me a nice tip that I was able to give to Master. I thought that was nice of them.
When we got home, Master wanted me to tell him how the night went and laughed at me and called me a nasty cunt when I did. I agreed with him, I was a nasty cunt and I loved being a nasty cunt.
The other time I had an all-night appointment and my last night of being a prostitute was when I was hired to entertain five men for one of the men’s fortieth birthday.
