I have loved being a prostitute for the first time

I'm a submissive slave, that's how my "Master" defines me, I put it in quotes because it's a relationship that only exists when it's possible, without firm commitments. I'm a 31-year-old single, independent, and liberated guy, and I also assume my sexual condition, I define myself as a very submissive, passive TV slave of the morbid and incapable of disobeying when I'm in front of a dominant and commanding male. In front of him, I simply feel excited and without will.

I've known my Master for over 9 months, a mature 56-year-old man, as I said, a very open relationship and without suffocating, as brutally intense in our encounters. In these nine months, he had already given me all kinds of adventures and morbid experiences, so much that the repertoire was exhausted to surprise me, but he did it again this past Friday, and I want to describe it step by step.

One of the phrases he used to tell me was that he was going to be my pimp, that he would rent me out, which excited me when he said it while fucking me, and I told him yes.

Last Tuesday, we met at his house, it had been over a week since we hadn't seen each other, we had sex, and then he showed me on his computer how he had published an ad offering me for hours and my rate. He had a potential client for Friday night who wanted me for three hours and was trying to lower the price.

From the moment I left, I was excited at home about all that, but he had given me the order to stay out of it, I would only be the merchandise. On Wednesday and Thursday, I was on edge, not knowing what would happen until Friday, when my Master confirmed by WhatsApp that he had reached an agreement. During the morning, he invaded my WhatsApp, telling me how I should behave and what the "client" wanted, I had to leave him very satisfied.

I already had my morbid excitement for the day, I thought, during work, in addition to receiving WhatsApp messages, I only thought about obeying my Master. Finally, the moment arrived, it was 10 pm, I had to be there at 11 pm. My Master picked me up, I was freshly bathed, conscientiously, and perfumed, although still dressed as a woman, the appointment was at his house, in a middle-class neighborhood, all single-family homes. My Master parked the car in front of his address, there were still 15 minutes to 11 pm, and in the back seat, I transformed into Andrea, I passed in front of the mirror, making up, I let my hair down, my Master sent a WhatsApp, and we got out of the car. Before arriving, he already had the door open, I entered with my Master, we were in a large living room, my Master introduced me, as soon as we entered, they were standing, he was just studying me, I estimated his age to be over 50 years old, he wasn't bad, I thought, tall, thin, but fibrous, hairy due to his hair and the darkness of his beard.

My Master told him, "Here you have the material, three hours," in front of him, who was wearing a bathrobe, he approach...