My first day as a slave prostitute

It was a beautiful sunny day in May 2016 and I had two weeks of vacation ahead of me, which I wanted to use mainly to furnish my new home. I had just moved to another district in Zurich, or as they say, a new district. At first the bedroom was completely furnished and I wondered curiously who would be the first guy with whom I would inaugurate the new bed. My sex life, that had been neglected in the last months for professional and private reasons. I was at a point where the dates from the various dating platforms only bored me. I was 45 at that time, thanks to three or four times training in the gym, in good shape, paying attention to my diet and so I was quite successful with my pictures on the apps. Maybe or maybe especially because I am quite well equipped :=) I also got my money’s worth when visiting the gay saunas or clubs. And yet, something was missing…

By chance I read a quote on a Facebook profile of a good friend that inspired me: “What does it actually cost to make dreams come true? courage!”.

I searched the profiles on the blue pages. I wasn’t looking for everyday profiles, maybe a little experimentation or even SM, I would like that. At some point I found an ad from a guy in Frankfurt. Nice pictures, the guy could have been in a porn movie or worked as an underwear model. If the pictures were real. We had long chats and at some point we agreed… I had already lived out a few fantasies in my life, but what we agreed went a step further than anything I had ever tried before. Without knowing him personally, I let him be my online pimp as a hustler. We agreed to split the income, I get half, he gets half. Via PayPal I was supposed to transfer the hooker earnings to him. As agreed, I opened an escort profile:

Adamus – slave with passion. Trained from a hard master to a slave whore. Active and passive.

Adamus is owned by a master who trained him to be a slave whore. He is made available for the following:

• Photo sessions
• Porn Shoots
• live performance
• Booking as a hustler

Dates are possible in the hotel, at your place, outdoor and at unusual places. But not in the slave dungeon, the current home of Adamus.

More information about the role play, photos and movies will follow soon.

Even though this is not primarily about earning money, but a pimp/ hustler-SM-roleplay, a hustler works for money. This is not negotiable. There are enough “normal” user profiles to live out the other.

As agreed I only put photos without a face in the escort profile.

Was I going too far? Did I let myself be tempted to something in the horniness? Would anyone be interested in the profile at all?

No sooner had the profile been opened than the first inquiry from a client came. “Want you to wear a mask, otherwise you’ll be naked and suck me dry outdoors” – a clear message! Nervously I drove to the agreed meeting point, stood in the thicket, naked and wearing a mask. With messages I navigated him to me. He threw me 50 francs, unpacked his already half hard cock. A quite remarkable size. While I blew him, I looked up at him. He was in a suit, had a pretty face, maybe in his late 30s. I blew him more and more intensely, then he pulled his cock out of my face and sprayed me. He wiped his hands clean with a handkerchief, smiled and disappeared. I must have been his lunch date.

So this was my entrance into the slave-hubby existence! I also cleaned up a little, went to the next bus station and sat in the middle of the lunch traffic between businessmen, housewives… a hustler in the middle of all the people in the crowded bus. A grin I could not suppress. Yes, I admit, it made me horny. “Hustle after duty”, it went through my head. I had to put the 50 francs to work right away. I sat down in a street café and happily paid the fine smelling coffee with the hustler’s salary.

Late in the evening, almost midnight, my pimp gave me the order to serve a customer. The instruction was simple, I was supposed to drive to the customer, get undressed immediately and call it off until the end. I took a quick shower, then I set off. The customer opened the door and I tried not to let my enthusiasm show. He was still in his suit, had probably just come home from an event, a business dinner or a bar visit. There was a faint smell of alcohol. An extremely masculine guy with a pretty face and a well-toned body, in his mid-forties. At least that was what I had seen in his profile photos and I could see that even in his suit. He led me into the basement and ordered me to undress. At any time, someone could have come in from the house. That probably made it all the more appealing to him. He unzipped his suit trousers and his half hard cock came out. I started blowing, he gave instructions on how I should blow and lick him. He opened his shirt and as expected a clean shaven muscular body appeared. At some point he told me, moaning loudly, that he was about to blow. He hurled his cum into my face, I swallowed and swallowed. He accompanied me to the front door, really very comfortably earned money.

I came home, took a shower and lay down on my bed. Checked my escort profile. Actually I just wanted to check if there were any messages left. Hardly online, when I got an inquiry from a young guy. He had no photos in his profile, he said he was 27. I should serve him as a slave from time to time. The price was quickly negotiated. I had 30 minutes, then I had to be with him. I hurried, in irregular intervals he wrote me how much time I had left. The countdown ran! That made me extremely horny, even though I didn’t realize what would happen if I arrived too late.

Two minutes too late I stood in front of his door. He ordered me to strip naked in the stairwell. He would only open the door if I was naked. So there I stood, stark naked in a strange stairwell. No idea if any of the neighbors saw me. I felt queasy, but that was probably the punishment for being late. Finally he opened the door. I entered and first he slapped me a few times. I deserved it! I took a good look at the young rough master. He was slightly chubby, but otherwise a southern attractive guy. He sat down on an armchair and pulled his sports pants down. His tail was already ready. Taut, thick and in full length. He ordered me on my knees and ordered me to sniff his tail first. He smelled salty, probably not freshly showered. But does a slave have a choice? Then he ordered me to blow him and pressed my head down so that I had to take every inch of his considerable part. I choked slightly and got slapped again. Then he took my head, pulled his cock out, his hand on my chin.

I expected more blows, but he simply spat at me. Then he ordered me to get him a can of beer from the kitchen. He opened it, drank a few sips, then he pulled my face back to himself. I twitched, expecting something nasty again. He opened my mouth and spat beer down my throat. I got scared and a mean thought went through my head. I was just in a phase of fitness training that actually does not allow alcohol. But again the question: does a slave have a choice? He then ordered me to lay me over his knee and then his strong hand rushed on my ass. Already the first blow must have left its mark. Some should follow… at some point he whispered to me that he wanted to cum, he had to get up early the next day. He pulled my face to him, jerked his cock and sprayed me right in the face. Then he ordered me to leave. Naked! He literally threw me out, throwing my clothes and money after me. So there I stood in the strange stairwell, naked, cum on my face…. I dressed quickly …

I wouldn’t have imagined the life of a hustler to be so exhausting. And that although in my escort profile was my true age …