Saturday, April 10

Husband Treats Wife Like Whore - and she likes it

There was a comment the other day where I suggested perhaps I ought to turn david out and make a few bucks off his greedy slutty asshole.

juliesp:
That gaping asshole yearning to be filled. Begging me for a rough cock-fucking. I should really turn his ass out, make a few bucks off that slut.

anonymous:
Yeah get his ass on the street and earning dollar for U 👍
He’ll know he’s owned when he’s in the middle of a spit roasting 😎

juliesp:
Exactly. I'll belt whip him if he doesn't bring home enough $$$.

anonymous:
Good for U 👍

I am such a total switch, however, that whenever I have that thought about him, I have the exact same thought about myself. So I asked David for a roleplay where I would be a sex worker and he would be my client. I wonder how many women act this roleplay out? A lot I think!

I wanted to be a new sex worker, grudgingly doing it because my husband and I are down on our luck (through a series of unfortunate events) with no other recourse.  Men have always lusted after me. We need cash fast to make rent and buy food. So I put up an add on the Internet with a pic, screen some potential clients, and choose one with the main criterion that he seems safe, polite, and, most importantly, rich. I went "high-end" with $1000 a session. I thought my bod justified it, right? Why not cash in, right?

I wanted the client to be a bit of a manipulative asshole sort of client, pushing my boundaries, bribing me with extra cash. Not dangerous, but making me degrade myself "willingly" for extra cash.

It's a complex issue, women who feel pushed into sex work by financial need. I wanted to roleplay that in order to examine it a bit. I wanted to get into the headspace of feeling compelled, for much needed cash, to do things that go beyond my boundaries with a strange man. I expected to viscerally feel that degradation, and have more empathy and understanding for women in that situation as a result (if you're reading this last with skepticism, I get it!)

David got a whole bunch of cash as a "prop". I did myself up and dressed up in a short, tight, sexy skirt, blouse, hose, and heels. I wanted him to promise me the cash would go back into our savings after we played. He said that any part of the cash I did not earn back from him would be spent frivolously, rather than squirreled away for retirement, on caviar, and ridiculously high-end booze. The stakes were high! We pretended it was an "outcall", where I would show up at our house masquerading as his giant hotel suite.

I "arrived" and we greeted. He complimented my appearance. He offered me a drink which I accepted. We engaged in conversation. But there was no money. There should have been a discrete envelope with $1000 in it. How does a girl raise that question without seeming crass?

"Maybe I'll go freshen up a bit," I decided to say. "If you could have my envelope for when I get back?"

"Certainly!" David said.

I went to the bathroom to pee. I got back and saw my envelope. What do I do? Do I count it? $1000 is a lot of money. Was I being short changed? How do I do that? I should have asked for the envelope before I went to the bathroom. I decided I should confidently pick it up and look inside. Not count it, but just eyeball it. I did that with as much dignity as I could muster. David sat there smirking at me. I could believe he was thinking, "what a whore." I put the envelope in my purse and said, "should we get started?"

"May I 'unwrap' you?" he asked. That was an odd way of saying it. The unexpected is fun in a roleplay.

"Of course," I said, going along smoothly. There was no script. I had to put myself in the mindset of my character and do what comes naturally, as did David. David stood, guided me to my feet, and began undressing me on the spot. He kept going, slowly and sensually, until I was completely naked. He was still completely clothed. My character felt awkward and embarrassed, and so, so did I. Roleplay can transport you when done right.

"I want to see what I've bought," David told me as he stepped back and took me in. I felt awkward, but I posed for him, and spun when he indicated it. Ok, this was degrading! Shall I tell him to go fuck himself? He would take his money back and what would I have to say about it? Ok, it was embarrassing but whatever, right?

"Satisfied?" I asked him a bit haughtily.

"Very. But you can tone down the attitude. If you want a nice tip that is."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm new to this."

"Really? Well that's interesting. Do you need the money?"

"Yes," I answered simply. No sense denying it.

"I'll see if we can't give you some opportunities to earn a bit more along the way."

What an asshole!

"That's not necessary. My fee will be fine. Shall we head to the bedroom?"

"Eager, are you?"

Eager to get this over with!

"Very eager," I said in a sexy voice, hoping to recover the situation. He did mention "TIPS".

He took me to the bedroom.

"Before we start, I get very turned on giving an attractive girl like you a little spanking before sex. Are you game?"

"I'm sorry. That's not ok. I did not agree to that."

"How about for an extra... say... $250?" As David said that, he pulled out a big wad of cash from his pocket, counted out $250, and held it out to me.

That's a lot of money. I could either take it, and then still count on a tip later, or refuse a second time and likely walk out only with the original fee.

"Ok, but just a little spanking, very light, and you stop as soon as I ask you to, ok?

"That's fine," David said as he handed me the $250.

I thought, given I was trying to act the part honestly, that I should feel at least a bit degraded by now, compromising my boundaries for $'s. But I didn't feel degraded at all. I felt a sense of pleasure in taking an extra $250 from this "stranger".

He sat on the bed and pulled me gently across his knee. He started giving me a very light spanking while fondling my ass and my pussy and my tits. I tried getting myself deeper into my headspace. "I'm getting paid for this" I reminded myself as I clenched my teeth and endured the groping and slapping from this "strange man".

Pretty soon he was spanking harder and I say, "Ok please stop. That's too hard and it's enough now."

"Awwww," he said. "I wanted to spank you until you were crying like a little girl. Haven't you ever been spanked by your Daddy until you cried?" As he said that, he rubbed my ass gently. David likes teasing me about my Daddy obsession. But David is my Daddy, really.

"I have not!" I told him, though that was not exactly the truth. Feeling his hand on my low back I said, "let me up. We had an agreement."

"How about we modify the agreement? I'll add another $250 if you let me spank you until your ass is bright red and you cry like a little girl? I won't injure you, I promise. Just a naughty girl's spanking. And you can even have a safeword, 'red' if you really need me to stop."

"No." I said.

"How about $500?"

I had to think a bit about that. Given tips and all, it was the difference between $1250 and more like $2000 likely. Still not enough.

"No, I don't need the money that badly. And you've already spanked me."

"That wasn't a proper spanking. Ok then, $1000."

Holy shit! Now it was more like $1250 versus, what, possibly $2500??? That kind of money would make a big difference.

"What if I take your money and say 'red' right away?"

"Well that would be cheating, and you wouldn't do that. How about this. I'll give you $500 right now, and then you earn the rest of the $1000 by accepting your spanking like a good little girl. You can still call 'red' anytime, but I'll decide how well you did, and lay out accordingly. Deal?"

"How bad would it need to be for me to get it all?"

"Ha ha. So now you want it all, do you? You'd have to have a hot red ass, and be kicking and crying for real, but I promise you'll be right as rain with only a tingle in your bum five minutes later."

"Ok, deal," I said. I supposed that was fair. That was a LOT of money. I could grin and bear it. What's the big deal about a spanking anyways? I'm sure lots of girls get spanked to tears growing up. 

David put what was presumably $500 on the floor in front of me in one pile, and another pile of presumably the other $500 in a pile beside it. Then he started in with my "real" spanking. Youch! That man can spank. I thought my best recourse to earn my full $1000 was to cry as soon as humanly possible. Without using 'red' I started squirming and verbalizing and begging like I imagine a little girl getting a nasty spanking would. As it got more and more intense, I just kept my eyes firmly fixed on my money. Damn. The things I do for money.

Before too, too long I was able to dredge up some snot and tears and I was sounding pretty pitiful even to myself. The amount of 'acting' required was minimal, I can assure you.

He stopped my spanking, put me on my feet, and stood beside me.

"How'd I do?" I asked him, sniffling.

"Well, maybe a few crocodile tears, but judging by the state of your rosy red ass, I think you earned the full amount. Go on, pick it up."

Ok, well this was more degrading than the spanking. I turned and bent over and picked up my money. As I was doing it, I got another resounding slap on my ass. Grrrrrr.

"Is sucking cock included in the base fee?" He asked it with a smile as he began undressing.

"It is," I said.

He undressed to naked and stood there. He has a pretty good body. I like it, anyways.

"That's a pretty big cock," I said, coquettishly.

"I bet you say that to all the guys"

"Lie down on the bed."

"I prefer to stand. You kneel."

Ok. Whatever. I got down on my knees in front of him. It was his money, I guess. I took his cock in my hands and began fondling it.

"In your mouth, young lady," he chided. I was getting there! I obeyed (cringe!) and enveloped his cock in my mouth being careful of no teeth (yes, a valid criticism of my technique, but it's hard to keep your lips pursed like that all the time). We decided our simulation of sex worker and client would not extend to responsible condom use. Hey, there have to be some advantages to being a married couple.

"Put your hands behind your back, they're not helping," he said.

What did he mean, 'not helping'. Fine. Whatever.

I went back in with just my mouth and I sucked and bobbed and made smoochy sexy sounds. I was supposed to be naive and new to this, so I did not even try my best, but reverted to my pre-trained technique (when I had my DD contract I made some great strides in oral technique in an attempt to protect my ass from his belt!).

David picked up on this because he pulled me off him and said, "ok, that's just not very good."

Even though I was sorta going for that, it still felt a bit hurtful. Like I said, I was in character, method acting.

"Let's hope you have other talents," he suggested. "Get on the bed and get those ankles over your ears."

Fine, whatever. I went onto the bed and lay on the bed trying to look sexy and inviting.

"Ankles over your ears," he persisted. What? He was serious?

"No. It's embarrassing..." I complained.

"You don't listen very well. Do you want a nice tip or not? Ankles. Over. Your. Ears."

I blushed, pulled my knees towards my chest, spread my legs,  straightened at the knees, and pulled my ankles back with my hands.

David looked at me and smirked. I could feel him thinking "what a total whore."

"Just do it, already," I said a bit testily.

"Watch the attitude," he reminded me.

He got on the bed and knelt between my legs. His hardon was major. He took the tip of his dick and started pushing it into my vag.

"Ouch. Please. A bit of foreplay or at least use lube or something!" I begged.

I get wet more on the inside, but without foreplay it does not get to the entrance where it's needed.

David lowered his head and then made a show of literally spitting on my pussy. Then he went back with his cock.

"Ouch! No. Foreplay, please!"

"If you want foreplay it would be you paying me, now wouldn't it?"

"Fine. But then I need lube. There's some in my purse."

David got up and started leaving the room. "Don't move now. I expect to see you just like that when I get back." He left before I could respond.

Whatever. I didn't want to give this man an excuse not to tip me generously, so I held my humiliating, ready-to-be-fucked, pose. Again though, while the pose was designed to humiliate me, I was not at all feeling humiliated. I was feeling like I was going to take even more money off this guy, willingly proffered, so who really was humiliating themselves?

He came back and tossed the tube of lube beside me on the bed, he also tossed the earlier envelope with my cash fee next to it. "In case you were worried," he said.

"Put the lube on me," I said, wiggling my cunt at him.

"Put it on yourself. Who's paying whom here?"

I imagine it's not realistic, this much overt discussion of payment, but it was the aspect we were delving into, so we exaggerated it.

I went to lower my knees and do so.

"Keep your feet where they were," he said.

I straightened my legs again, pulling them back, exposing my pussy lewdly, opened the tube of lube, and smeared a copious amount on and inside my pussy as he watched me with that damned smirk.

I put the tube aside and grabbed my ankles again. It was getting tiring. He positioned himself back between my legs and then plunged into me!


He slid in, but the fact is his cock is pretty thick and I always feel a bit "split open" at first. He used his hands to push down on the backs of my thighs which relieved me from having to hold the stressful position myself, and then he fucked me hard and deep, bouncing my ass on the bed.

As he fucked me I repeated my mantra silently to myself: "I'm a whore. I'm being fucked like a whore. I deserve to be fucked like a whore...". Again, I was really trying to feel the degradation but was having trouble. You can actually get paid to do this? Sweet! Ok, it really was my husband, the man I loved, but I have been fucked by random hookups before I got married, and the sex was still nice...

Mercifully for the sake of my pussy, my pounding did not last very long before he pulled out, drippy and hard.

"Turn over. Get on all fours. Doggy style."

I turned over and presented my arched backside to him.


I was having fun by now. He once again got behind me, plunged in, and renewed my whorish fucking. Such a dirty, dirty, whore!

As he fucked me, his thumbs got distressingly near my asshole, and started even pushing in a bit.

"Hey!" I said.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" He asked me.

Not sure if it was in character, but I answered, "yes."

"I want to finish in your ass," he told me.

"No!" I said firmly.

"I'll pay you extra. $500."

"No!"

As he was "negotiating" he had slowed down his thrusting but was still fucking me.

"$1000"

"no..." I said, audibly weakening.

"I really want that asshole. $2000 extra."

I thought in character. "$2000 extra?!? My husband's fucked me in the ass before.

"Ok, let's see the money, but you have to be gentle and use lots of lube..."

He pulled out of me, went over to his pants, and counted out another $2000 in front of me and put it in a pile next to my other money. "And you're still getting a tip if you take it like a champ."

"Why don't you get that asshole nice and ready for me," he said.

I lay down on my side, facing away from him so he could see. I got the lube, and lubed my back door thoroughly. I knew I needed to stretch myself out a bit, so I used a couple of fingers to do that, finger fucking my asshole as he watched. Hey $2000 is $2000!

"That's it, get nice and loose for me, but not too loose."

"Ok. I'm ready I think, but be gentle. You promised. Where do you want me?"

"On your back, but wait." He pulled me up to kneeling. He took my pile of money and he scattered it on the bed. "Lie down on your money," he said. There was more than $4000 there in fifties. And he still had money in his pocket for a tip!

I lay down comfortably on my money, money, money!

He put a pillow under my ass and spread my legs and moved my ankles back towards my ears. I was a virgin to missionary-style ass fucking. I took the lube and smothered his cock with it. I lay back and prepared myself. He put his cock at my well-lubed and stretched anal entrance and gently applied pressure.

"Just think of all the money you're lying on," he told me, echoing my own thoughts. I breathed Lamaze style, "ph, ph, phhhhhhh" and pushed to open myself as if going to the bathroom. He pushed his cock in deeper. Fuck that hurt! All of a sudden I went "Ohhhh!" as his cockhead fully penetrated my ass. That was the worst of it. He did a few slow, gentle, short thrusts, then pulled out again! No! He put it at the entrance again and reinserted it, only slightly less painfully.

"Keep it in, now, ok?" I begged him.

"It'll hurt less and less each time," he said as he pulled out again.

"Noooo!" I wailed as he pushed it in again. But he was right, each time was easier than the last. He did it several more times, and by the end there was no resistance or pain at all as pushed the head in.

"Ok, just fuck me now, pleasssse!"

"Ho ho ho. Who's the greedy ass slut now?" he asked, harkening back to our last anal scene.

"I am. I'm the greedy little ass slut."

"Mmmmm. You're really earning your tip now."

He then proceeded to fuck my asshole hard. No doubt pain is a part of the experience, but fuck! I slobbered all over my fingers and started desperately rubbing at my clit as I admired his bod.

"That's it. Cum for me you whore. Cum for me with my cock in your ass for your full $5000 you dirty little whore!"

And, well, you know, $5000 is $5000 back into savings, dirty whore or not, so I came for him, with his cock up my ass, and as soon as I started, he came as well, creaming my asshole with his hot spunk. Mission accomplished!


Ok, so this is where I'm supposed to say how degraded I was to imagine exchanging sex for money, but you know, I just can't. I found the money a turn-on, and so did David. Listen, I don't want to say it's for everybody, and if you in any way support or are engaged in any sort of coercive sex work, then fuck you for real, but I can see the allure and the positive aspects from both sides. But I may be special that way.

And I realize $5000 is pretty good for my first time out :-) But I wonder, given my limited Internet fame, if I put myself up for auction, what might I get? Hmmmmm?

Let me know in the comments your thoughts on "paying for it" or "getting paid for it".

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  1. I’m almost always into your dom side, but this was fantastic. Always amazed at your creativity!

    roger

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    1. Thanks! Though the burden to drive the action was more on David in this case. I got off on his use of humiliation. He totally slutted me!

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  2. My wife and I also enjoy this role play. We arrange the event by text over a few days and she takes on another name and persona. Other than the base envelope there’s the fun of negotiation for the added extras. She drives a hard bargain and requires big $ for services she usually won’t do everyday like anal, cum on tits and face, golden showers and face fucking and these $ don’t go back into general savings. She keeps the $ for whatever she likes so, in a sense, she’s a real whore for cash. Fun.

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    1. That is fun! Bit for me, $s into savings makes me a happy girl!

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    2. Nice how much would you have charged for a porn star facial at the end?

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    3. The chance to lick David's yummy creamy cum off my lips? Plus he tells me his sperm is a great moisturizer, so I would have to pay him, no?
      ;-)

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    4. Love the idea that you'd go out booking and start paying clients to do stuff to you! Ideally your income should be less than your expenditure!

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  3. When I saw the title of your post show up my immediate reaction was to roll my eyes and think "Of course she does!"

    I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, it was a very hot article, but I'm a little disappointed that he didn't treat you like a whore by putting you on the stroll for real! I've recently come into some cash, and though it's a bit of a stretch I could play the part of manipulative asshole who likes seeing you degraded! I'm hoping that your ass, like your books, is free to Amazon Prime customers?

    My thoughts on prostitution is it should definitely be legal. Sex is legal, paying for things is legal, why is sex the only service it is illegal to make money from? There is a loophole, it would be illegal for me to pay three eighteen year olds to meet me in a hotel room and tell them to fuck each other and myself, but if I set up a camera on a tripod and called myself a pornographer then suddenly it's okay? Why, because my actions can be taxed? I find the whole thing baffling and dangerous; vulnerable women are forced into dangerous situations without the protection of the police or a central body looking out for them. Forums where women have exchanged information on safety and details of which clients to avoid based on poor hygiene or questionable behaviour have been shut down. The poorest and the least educated women are the ones who suffer the most. Business as usual I guess!

    I'm really not sure how serious you are about trying to empathise with women forced to sell their bodies for cash. Your fantasy was pretty much the best case scenario; starting out charging high end rates, being picked up by a gentleman who is prepared to negotiate and has a ton of disposable income, not having or needing any muscle in case things break bad. Try thinking less Pretty Woman and more about the prozzies that Patrick Bateman picks up in American Psycho, or poor Jennifer Connolly in Requiem For A Dream. Poor meth-addled Wendy in Breaking Bad. Maybe browse escort services in your area, I know you enjoy research and letting your mind wander. I wrote recently about Gwyneth Paltrow trying and failing to get in the headspace of someone on welfare and I'm afraid I see shades of that here. Maybe think back to when you were younger and working on yachts in the Caribbean and the worst case scenario that could have happened there.

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    1. Great idea! A monthly subscription so I can be available "on demand". Currently only my husband is a member.

      I TOTALLY agree re making sex work legal. You're right about how absurd and how dangerous it is not to. And talk about an extra tax generating revenue source. Imagine directing the proceeds to helping those coerced.

      But I do take issue to your perhaps unintentional jab that prostitutes are the least educated. To run a successful business of any type, especially in a competitive environment, requires education and many other qualities.

      I was trying to empathize more with the "happy case", after sex work is legalized and safe and women are choosing to do it freely, not coerced into it. We can agree that women forced into sub-par situations as you describe is a horrible thing, without any need to roleplay it.

      And I can imagine that the least glamorous part of the job is dealing with crappy clients, but I once spoke with a massage girl who said she enjoyed those the most, as she got a kick out of putting them in their place. Mind you, she had a burly bodyguard at the massage parlour she could whistle up in an instant.

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    2. Reading my comment back I can see how it sounded that way, but I specifically meant that by shutting down resources such as websites and not having a central body looking out for prostitutes and their best interest it is hard for women to educate themselves on the safest practices and how to avoid being taken advantage of or worse. I know first hand that a formal education doesn't keep you from the worst life has to offer and that you don't need qualifications to make a name for yourself.

      I liked hearing about your dominant massage girl, you know I like strong women and I'm glad she had the protection she needed.

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    3. I dislike the term "prostitute". One if it's definitions is "to devote to corrupt or unworthy purposes". Let's do "sex worker" instead.

      A "central body looking out for sex workers" sounds horrible! Mind you, I would love to see a community college program available for those considering sex work.

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    4. Your objection is noted, I use the term without meaning any prejudice or disrespect. I like to vary my language and you certainly don't have a problem with the word whore!

      I think that a central body is necessary in order to lobby politicians more successfully and to legitimise and normalize the sex industry. Other service providers have guilds, unions and regulatory bodies, why not sex workers? I don't mean a bunch of stuff bureaucrats deciding what women can and can't do, I mean vocal sex workers and ex-sex workers banding together to share information, demand fair treatment and stop young girls selling themselves without any guidance. A class is certainly a good idea, ideally there would be a qualification or even a license to let consumers know that a worker isn't being exploited, knows how to be safe and is of age. I think we're largely on the same page for what we'd like to see happen.

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    5. WHORE
      noun
      1. a person who engages in promiscuous sex for money; prostitute.
      2. Disparaging and Offensive. a person who is sexually promiscuous.

      It does seem to fit me better. And I can even be a whore without exchanging money. I think if there is any phrase that describes me, "sexually promiscuous" might be it!

      And yes, 100% agreement!

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    6. There are lots of terms I'd use to describe you, but yes, that seems fair! If we're busting out our dictionaries I think you're a little more discerning than that phrase implies. It certainly doesn't sum you up entirety. You contain multitudes, yo!

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  4. A couple of tips on realism if you want to play again, or, knowing you're a competitive little switch, if you want to be a better john than your husband if you do rent him for an evening! A client will tell his whore what he wants in advance, and she sets the price. There is no negotiating part way through. She may try and upsell him, but she always gets her money up front. If a john wants something he didn't ask for then he can always try and hire her again. The escort would take the money up front, and would definitely count it! A sophisticated lady, like you recently insisted to me you are, would expect the money to be delivered inside a nice greeting card, she could count the cash discretely plus it shows the trick values her rather than treating her like any other serviceman!

    It was a real rookie move allowing you to use the bathroom unsupervised when you'd only just met. It's not unreasonable to imagine you taking something to numb yourself before getting to work, and then suddenly naive David is dealing with a prostitute who died from an overdose shooting up in his house rather than an evening of illicit pleasure! Similarly, he would be crazy leaving you alone with all that money whilst he fetched your lube! What's stopping you taking your unearned cash and exiting out the back, or nailing him with a blunt object and taking the cash from his pocket before calling your impoverished husband to clean his house out. Is David really going to go to the police and tell them the prostitute he solicited stole from him?

    The simple solution to these concerns is to have the whore clap her hands whenever she's out of view. Yes, it's degrading, but isn't that what you're looking for? I suggest you play again with roles reversed, I think you'd be a much tougher customer than your husband and maybe that will give you some idea of what risks real prostitutes face. And maybe play with tens of dollars rather than thousands! I know neither of you will actually end up sleeping rough, but maybe rather than losing money from your savings you should face a real penalty if you can't earn enough, like a no-fooling spanking with the delrin cane and an hour's cornertime; a serious punishment you'd both avoid!

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    1. In a world where sex work is illegal and you cannot call the cops or sue, what you say possible. In the absence of that a little mutual trust is called for. Good screening and perhaps a coffee meeting to get the measure? Build trust over time with a regular client. It need not be so bleak, Tanky.

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    2. That's absolutely the best case scenario, and I wish it could always be that way, but you said your character had no recourse and was meeting the client for the first time. I guess bleak is my default outlook, but I didn't invent the clapping thing! The degradation you were looking for surely comes from a lack of trust and respect, right?

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    3. By "no recourse" I was thinking personal bankruptcy and losing stuff and credit cards and whatnot. But I wanted to keep the stuff, so I needed to get stuffed?

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    4. As I say further down the page, I read what you wrote about food and rent and maybe took it a little too seriously! As you know, I spent last weekend writing about when I was unable to pay for my own food and rent, and sold what I could to pay to get to a homeless shelter on the day bailiffs were going to remove me! I had about three quid left to buy food for the next four days, I didn't even have enough to clear the debt left on the electricity key by the previous tenant! It was okay; the people that ran the shelter paid off the key and put on another fiver and I are a little bit stayed hungry until I got paid that Fridsy, when I made an early morning pilgrimage to McDonald's and went to town on their breakfast menu!

      I would have gladly sold both feet for five grand back in those days, renting out my hole for that money would have been a miraculous turn of fortune!

      Obviously I don't I'll it's right people sell themselves to get out of these circumstances, I don't think it's right society doesn't do more to stop people getting themselves in such desperate situations.

      Plus I see a lot of Reddit prompts about girls using "I'm broke and can't make rent, fuck me for money" as a set up for similar role plays, and it's a little bit obnoxious. I guess as I'm kind of homeless I see it as cultural appropriation!

      Come to think of it, my playtime with my good friend Stinky Lips started with her broke and looking to make some easy money. I can assure you she does feel degraded!

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    5. I count my blessings that I have a good job, a good husband, and great family to support me. As you say, our definition of "in need" is very different.

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    6. I think that's where we came unstuck, yes! I hope you'll consider adding good friends to that list, even if some of them can come across as sanctimonious!

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  5. I know Canadian money is a lot like Monopoly money but even so, a quick Google search of escorts in Ontario and a couple of minutes on the top websites indicate you'd be pricing yourself as the most expensive working girl in the region - not bad for a first timer! Most of them seem to be priced at around $200 an hour, I found one charging $650 but $500/hour seems to be the ceiling. I think you've read too many stories of politicians paying tens of thousands of dollars to escorts. I know it's fantasy, but you said you were striving for a sense of realism and desperation, imagine your scenario where you and your fantasy husband really had no other recourse, and then you went home to him to say that you had made five times what you expected after taking it in the ass! The two of you would live comfortably for a couple of months after you put in, what, half an hour's work? The average salary in Ontario is $52k a year, you could live very well taking it up the ass for five large once a month, or like a queen doing it three times a week! I'm not surprised you didn't feel degraded taking your husband's cock on a pile of your own cash! Try imagining the girls who don't have a web presence, taking their chances on street corners, or who are taken by their pimps to airport bars.

    You know I love you to bits, but you come off a tad clueless and out of touch! You are wildly entertaining nonetheless. I'm hoping you'll educate yourself a little and play again as the trick, only being more ruthless than your thriftless husband. You love The Donald so much, think The Art of The Deal. Do you think Donnie gets off on tipping his girls lavishly, or do you think he's determined to squeeze every penny's worth of pleasure out of his investments?

    Still glad you're finding new depths to sink to! To think it was only a week ago you were complaining that your femsub side was being neglected, you lucky girl! I'm not a fan of the word "blessed," but I don't think you realise how good you've got it. Looking forward to your thoughts!

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    1. You can shelve the self-righteous indignation, Tanky. , I was NOT exploring coerced sex work, wondering how bad that might be. I was exploring a woman freely choosing to do this, albeit with a financial motive (why else do we work - am I not a whore for the company that pays me?), under the best of circumstances. We are told by society to feel shame even then. I could not muster it.

      But yes, given my limited Internet fame, I wonder if I could get $5000 on auction? Hmmmm?

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    2. Didn't mean to get on my high horse, I think maybe there's a bit of a class difference going on here; I very much took your paragraphs either side of the photos of the woman with the necklace to heart: A tragic Dickensian couple, incapable of making ends meet, with the woman selling her body for food and shelter. I thought you were being serious about exploring true degradation and dubious consent; a woman who was "freely choosing this" in the very looser sense, the alternative being destitution and starvation! I don't think women choosing that line of work should be feeling shame, and society should be doing more to enforce them.

      The most perfect version of prostitution I've seem depicted is in Firefly, where it imagined a guild of prostitutes that were trained and who stayed connected and chose clients through a sort of internet. She was far more respectable and respected than the rest of the Firefly crew, even the preacher. Clients would upload videos about themselves to a website and companions would pick and choose who they wanted to sell their time to. Piss off one of them and she could blackball you, and you'd never get the chance to pay for it again. The whores had the power and there was nothing dirty about it. And who doesn't think Space Hooker is an awesome job title?

      On a personal level I'm very glad you enjoyed your fucking and that you had fun with your Pretty Woman roleplay, I just found it funny that you were surprised not to find it particularly humiliating. It's a bit like seeing a kid play Medal of Honour and conclude that being a soldier in the Second World War wasn't all that bad. Obviously I don't want you traumatised. I do think it would be funny to rent your husband as a gigolo, pay him less than he paid you, and to keep him clapping his hands whilst you used the restroom.

      And yes, I have no doubt you could auction yourself off for much more than $5k, and I'm sure you'd be worth every penny!

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    3. Yes, I saw Firefly and loved that she was the best character in that sense.
      I guess I was not really expecting to be humiliated, but I thought a little shame at selling myself for money might show up. Nope!

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    4. I'm genuinely glad you didn't, I'm glad you had a good time and I'm glad that after talking it out we're basically on the same page! When you warned me I was in for an earful I thought I'd awoken Strict Julie 1.0,and that I was in for a dreadful time! Happy to see we're still friends.

      What do you think the chances are of us reading Wife Treats Husband Like Whore upon these very pages?

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    5. Excellent! I don't know why the idea appeals so much, other than that I love role-reversal in power dynamics in general, and am always looking forward to reading more of your adventures. Better start saving your loonies! I get the feeling you'll be a much tougher customer than your husband. Your original idea of belt whipping him if he doesn't earn enough is good, you can play the part of his pimp as well!

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    6. Switch, switch et reswitch :)

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    7. Giving him the belt for not bringing home enough $$$ is somehow very appealing to me...

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    8. Quelle surprise! Is water somehow very wet to you?

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  6. 'I made some great strides in oral technique in an attempt to protect my ass from his belt!' - if there's a definitive argument for the importance of belt-whipping in a marriage, this is it right here :D

    And I never really understood the appeal of the hooker-and-client roleplay, but after reading this I'm definitely starting to!

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    1. Exactly! ;-)

      Sex worker / client is a fascinating bilateral power exchange situation, with deep psychological overtones. What's not to like?

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  7. If you and David were doing this for real, the episode you describe could have been the first practice run. Next stage of practice might be David renting you out to friends, like Tracey and John, as in a repeat of 2017's Schoolgirl Punishments, but with money involved this time. - Frank

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    1. Imagine telling Daddy that his baby girl has a new job. I'd likely get that belt whipping I'm lusting after from him!

      Or... "Hi John, Julie here. Listen, I've decided to start a business. I know, exciting right? It's basically me, by the hour. Anything goes. Interested?"

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  8. As you May know, Henrik Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House” is based on this basic theme but he left out some of the intimate indignation that naughty Nora suffered. Thanks for adding those details.

    Rosco

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    1. And onto my reading list it goes!

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    2. I strongly recommend the Flight of the Conchords episode "A New Cup." I meant to work it into my wastrel posts as being one show that really gets what it's like to be properly broke. In that episode t the purchase of a cup at $2.74 causes the boys to sell their instruments and go on the game. It's really funny but sort of shows how the deck is stacked against them.

      Also their earlier song, Inner City Pressure, which is full of those kinds of exaggerated observations and has the verse:

      You need money for lessons, you're learning the flute
      You think about becoming a prostitute
      The ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this,
      Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist

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    3. Seen a few episodes. Funny but grim.

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    4. I love it, I find it charming and whimsical! We really do see the world through different lenses!

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  9. Best make it clear you're just kidding. Prostitution may be legal in Canada but I'm pretty sure communicating for purposes of arranging prostitution is illegal. - Frank

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    1. Thank you! Good point. Killed my fantasy buzz but I clarified in the comment thread above.

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    2. Good girl - Frank

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    3. That's right NSA, we're all kidding here!

      I remember hearing of dubious encounters arranged through Craigslist where girls would insist on suitors bringing them 100 roses, as code for $100. It's all silly really, outlawing it just means people will find creative workarounds. I do wonder if any novice johns did earnestly turn up with several bouquets of flowers for their temporary paramours!

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    4. I think you’re safe; no need to kill the buzz!!!

      https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/saskatchewan/cerb-sex-worker-access-1.5769650

      peter peter

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    5. Unfortunately, the laws ARE clear!

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    6. I think the person purchasing the sexual services is at risk. Not you.

      peter peter

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    7. "If you are communicating for the purpose of purchasing sexual services in person, over the phone, on a webcam, on the internet and/or on any website advertising the sale of sexual services (backpage or alternatives to backpage), what you are doing is illegal."
      https://www.lawc.on.ca/canadas-prostitution-legislation/

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    8. The distinction does seem odd. What you say is correct. But you are not the purchaser. You are the seller.

      peter peter

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    9. And you, as the seller, are immune from prosecution for aiding, abetting, conspiring, attempting, accessory after the fact, counselling a person to be a party... (s.286.5(2)).

      peter peter

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    10. Good point, I think you may be right. I read it more carefully. It looks like the sex worker can advertise/communicate legally, but the purchaser cannot.

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    11. I now deleted the whole thread because I don't want my playful commenter running afoul!

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  10. Would you fuck me for $ 1,000,000?
    Of course.

    Would you fuck me for $20?
    No way. Do you think I’m a whore?
    That’s already been established, we’re just negotiating the price.

    Rosco

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    1. - Lord Beaverbrook.
      "Beaver" - heh heh ha ha

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  11. "If I put myself up for auction, what might I get... $5000 ?"
    Where are the auctions at? Looks like there aren't too many bidders...
    Can I bid on your mail...

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  12. I've always dreamed of bugger you. Can I do it with Paypal?
    I pay the money first and you tell me how to come and bugger you?

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    1. Unfortunately, for legal reasons protecting you, my sexual services turn out not to be for sale.

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  13. Actually wife selling was common enough in England in the 17th century when divorce was practically impossible. The husband would parade his wife before a crowd with a halter around her neck and then ceremoniously hand over the halter to the highest bidder as a sign the transfer was concluded. Im sure you’d fetch at least 10 guineas and a horse. MrD

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    1. How much is that in Canadian $?

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    2. Apparently $1900 CAD today, adjusting for inflation and converted over. Back in the good old days 10 guineas would buy you a horse, a cow, or 140 days wages for a skilled labourer. So with the horse included still a grand less than you think you'd get for a night!

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    3. I’ll bid 10 guineas a horse and 2 chickens.

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    4. Not bad... we can do better, gentlemen.

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    5. A barrel of moonshine and a dozen beaver pelts! Though really we should be bartering with David!

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    6. Look at Indecent Proposal - Woody Harrelson sold Demi Moore to Robert Redford for a night of sex for $1 million. A well bred cash strapped wife in a designer dress can go for big $ at auction.

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    7. True, but it seems to be a buyer's market. Buy low, sell high!

      Four score of moose antlers, a sasquatch hide, three barrels of poutine and a bag of milk.

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    8. I got a pouch of Norfolk County baccy. Not enough to purchase her mayhaps but can I get a blow and go from her Mr Latch?

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    9. It’s not for you to say yay or nay to a cock sucking. Mr Latch is conducting this auction. You’ll do as told or receive a bare ass spanking on the auction block in the village square.
      Olde Canuck.

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    10. Ohhhhh.... yes sir! Just please Sir, not a wife taming. Not a wife taming in the village square!

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    11. Here Ye Here Ye! For her wickedness and licentious behaviour the woman formerly known as the wife of Mr David Delmar and now commonly known as the village whore is to be publicly stripped, flogged and otherwise chastised and mocked before being auctioned to the highest bidder in the forenoon of this day of the lord. Admittance two pennies.

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    12. I'm not conducting the auctiom, I'm bidding! I love a bargain, and now that Ms Julie is being civil to me I'm going to up my bid!

      I'll throw in three sacks of goose down, four gallons of maple syrup, a box of Timbits, a Degrassi DVD and my book of Canadian cliches.

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    13. No! No! Not a naked flogging! Not that! Anything but that! I'll behave! I'll behave!

      Yes, yes, sell me to Tanky! That Degrassi DVD especially is sweet!

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    14. No way Tanky. I fancy some fresh meat even if it’s just been publicly flogged. I got 20 guineas, a dozen prime beaver pelts and a pound of black lead for the wench. She’ll make a good whore for the use of the gentlemen at the Beaver Club. Joseph Frobisher.

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    15. I'll do your famous brother Martin for free!

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    16. I'll add a hockey stick, four toonies and a pound of government weed!

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  14. No way, when I mentioned that I wanted to be spanked, the woman that did it stated it was not going to be what I wanted, but what I needed. My treatment of females she did not like, understood at my age, in my 20's. She no sooner started the spanking that I knew I was in trouble. When she had me face the wall thinking it was over, I was shocked when told back over her lap, the hairbrush was applied. Was told this was a female best friend, and gets the attention of any male. So to treat a woman in this matter, my bare bottom would not be able to sit for days. Jack

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    1. I very like when you are pleading, kicking, squirming, saying I'm sorry and also when you stand facing the wall with a very spanked bottom. Again Jack!

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    2. If you treat a woman "like a whore" but we're not invited by her to do so, it will be a very bad hairbrushing indeed.

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  15. Tipping at restaurants is somewhat akin to this type of transaction. When men extravagently tip a female server they are engaging in a kind of side-business. They are creating a kind of counter-obligation on her part. Which is perhaps partly why some restaurants have experimented with doing away with tipping. - Frank

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    1. Heck, I've tipped waitresses for being sexy and flirty! My bad?

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    2. It's tempting to say "of course you are bad, Julie. Why else do you think you get so many spankings?". And yes you are engaging in this side-business too. Is it bad? I think the question is more whether it detracts from the dining experience. But it's maybe what you and others have come to expect from a dining out experience. Like a lot in life, it's complicated. - Frank

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    3. Absolutely! I want those young ladies dressed nice and sexy for my eye feast and will reward accordingly.

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  16. “If “ (I have a dream):
    FOR SALE
    (surplus to requirements)
    Mrs Delmar
    Willing wife
    Clean and still healthy
    Privates check : 10 CAD deductible from the sale price.

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    1. "Privates Check" made me a little wet, I must admit.

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  17. Loved two pics in this one.

    #2, a woman standing in what looks like a hotel room. Not exactly sexy, just attractive nice person you might meet anywhere.


    #7!! That look on a woman's face as you first and slowly* penetrate her! One of my favorite moments.

    * In your case, since you are now well-lubed up, forget slowly and just slam it on home. That's fun, too!

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    1. I'd do #2! Pretty.

      Yes, at a certain point, slamming home is the way to go.

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  18. I've heard Canada retail fitting rooms are open again and just in time for spring and summer shopping. I am sure when you are in charge again a new trip for some fresh lingerie would be beneficial especially if he changed sizes while stuck in the house. You could even have him go nicely padded so you can get some things that will fit over the diapers

    Emily

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  19. I stopped by the drugstore to get my wife protective incontinence briefs and a box of superabsorbent tampons. I also brought her a box of wooden tongue depressors (250).
    She seemed surprised and what the use would be, she asked. I told her to kneel, gave her a hard slap and then asked her to open her mouth wide and gave her a nice mouthfucking. With the little piece of wood, I lowered her tongue.
    Say "Ah" I told her. "This is what it is for" "to check that you have swallowed everything"

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    1. Subtly humiliating... I like it, especially in front of company!

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  20. Oh my word ❤️ What an incredible role play idea...

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