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tiny_titties's blog post - Pay for play?
| Sunday, December 29, 2019, 12:07:08 PM |
So, last year, I got paid for sex. There, I said it. That has been weighing on me ever since. It all started with meeting this older woman at my Sunday morning yoga class- we hit it off, and hooked up at my place. She invited me over to her beautiful beachside home the next weekend (I knew her husband would be there), and it was obvious they had serious money. Water fountain, garden room, heated bathroom floors... it was a wonderful weekend. I went back the next weekend, and it got pretty wild. They really pushed my limits, my comfort zone. I hadn't allowed this level of control over me since I was a slave to my ex-boyfriend, and hadn't intended to be put in that position ever again, but it did, and I loved it. And although they both dominated me (it was better than I had ever experienced before- the way it should be)- it was she who was the main Domme- even to him. She was the one giving my instructions, making it clear to me what she wanted. Anyway, this was the big part: when I got home and opened my overnight bag, there was an envelope on top with a very significant amount of cash. I immediately texted her about it, taking a surprised/ shocked/ slightly offended tone, and she responded that they hoped this could be a regular weekend appointment, and they appreciated my willingness to "trying new things" (they had no idea about my past as a slave), and that they knew it was costly to take off the weekend. See, back then, I cleaned houses on the weekends- and it "cost me" quite a bit to even skip one (not to mention pissing off the other two girls I worked with). This was their way for me to continue me coming over to them on those weekends. But for the next three weekends, I was their slave. I did as I was told. And I got paid. Yes, I know what that makes me. I tried to rationalize it at the time- like, "even on dates, a guy pays for dinner, movies, sometimes gifts- but that is okay?" and stuff like that. But I knew that's just me trying to rationalize it. Anyway, I was required to be naked the entire time I was there (except for an apron if I’m cooking), unless there are visitors (there rarely were.) Pleasure them in any way. I wore their collar. I pretty much said no to nothing, but I did have a few hard limits, which they respected (until they didn't, which is how it ended- more on that later). They respected “red- yellow- green” safe words. I maintained my anonymity to anyone outside them (more for me than them), unless I had agree ahead of time to someone else joining in- (that only occurred once, with my consent, and then the last visit, which easn't, and ended it all), and no cleaning. I was fucking sick of cleaning other peoples houses. More in a bit if anyone is interested, so leave a comment below if you are, and ask questions if you have any. Oh yea- also- tell me if what I did makes me a prostitute. |
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