Husband to Slut

[ This is an original, fictional story. Please attribute properly. ]

I’m still finding it difficult to believe the situation I’m in. My wife and her lover just dropped me off, like they do almost every Friday and Saturday night. They’ll be going out for a nice long evening of dining, dancing or entertainment, and wonderful sex.

I am dressed in a tight short light-pink colored skirt, black fishnets over white stockings with a garter, bright red fuck-me heels, and a red bow holding my pony tail sticking straight up. My makeup is heavy and my earrings are gaudy to make it obvious at a glance that I am for rent.

Their car drives off and I walk around to the back of my pimp’s house. My wife’s lover recommended Angie and Rick, who runs a pretty successful business connecting clients with people like me who can provide, well, services.

I should back up and explain how it got to be like this.

About two years ago my wife and I finally got serious about chastity. We had played with it on and off throughout the 10 years of our marriage, but it was mostly a game. When I ordered the secure device, however, everything changed. She realized how much control this gave her, and hasn’t stopped leveraging it since.

It started slowly with her managing my releases and orgasms to get me to do the things she wanted. That included lots of oral sex for her, as well as more housework and fun times for her in general (e.g. shopping).

Fast forward, and eventually she realized that having my cock locked up for weeks and months at a time meant that she was having a lot less intercourse than she wanted. She made it clear that my cock wasn’t satisfying to her even out of the cage. She also told me that my crossdressing meant I was a total sissy, which does not turn her on sexually.

That’s when she started having sex with other men. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her so happy and satisfied.

We went through all the usual cuckolding activities. Me tied up and gagged having to watch. Cleaning them both up orally after a messy bareback session. Walking behind the two of them in public at malls, carrying their purchases while they held hands. The observant would notice wedding rings on my finger and hers, but not his. Once, out of town, they additionally made me wear a shirt that read, simply, “cuckold”.

One of her favorite ways to humiliate me was to call me at work and say she was horny. She would elaborate about being naked in our bed, wet, and playing with herself. She’d tease that if only I was there right now she’d let me fuck her, but by the time I got home it would be too late. Then she’d tell me about the naked man next to her in our bed, often passing the phone to him with instructions for me to beg him to fuck her.

She kept exerting more and more control over me, maintaining a high level of embarassment, ridicule and shame at my expense. Whever we were, she would not hesitate to approach men she found attractive. She would ask them to come home with her and have sex, and then point me out as her wimpy husband — it was so humiliating. She’d drive back to our house with him, leaving me to drive our car back home, wondering all the while what they were talking about and doing. At home I would be assigned housework or errands as she fucked them in our bed. Afterwards she’d be sure that I thanked her lover.

Eventually she started to really connect emotionally with one of her many lovers. Then she asked him to move into our house. Tyrell is a very black man, and she loves his large cock and muscular body. They now sleep in the master bedroom. I don’t.

A few months ago Tyrell suggested to my wife that she could rent out her sissy husband and earn some money. They could do even more fun things together with that money, and my wife liked the idea. She first tried renting my maid and cleaning services to friends, but that eventually went nowhere.

I guess Tyrell knew about Angie and Rick’s business, told my wife, and that same day the four of them worked out a deal. I now work for them on Friday and Saturday nights, providing extensive sexual favors to their clients. I remember how the conversation went when she told me about the details of the agreement.

My wife sat me down in my sissy clothes and explained that she had found a new job for me. I was in shock. If I was as successful as she expected me to be, she said she may even have me quit my day job.

Eventually she talked about the money. “Angie and Rick get half, and Tyrell and I get the other half. You’ll get a portion of our part, which will replace the allowance I had been giving you.” I started to balk, but she wouldn’t have any of that. “No complaints, or else. It makes sense, really, since the more successful you are, the more you earn. It’s called incentive, my little sissy”.

She went on. “So the bottom line for you is that a simple blow job might be worth four dollars or so for you! Pretty good, huh? You’ll continue to suck Tyrell and his other friends for free, of course.” I meekly nodded. “Now a good fuck might earn you $8, maybe less. Some clients get discounts for repeat business or referrals. And get this: maybe $12 an hour for you with a ‘rough session’, whatever that is. Rick said you might see some good business there.”

There was nothing I could do. I know she would just threaten to destroy the keys to my chastity device if I didn’t comply. Not to mention all the photos and videos she had taken of me over the years. I’d been through this kind of thing before. She gets her way, always.

Angie and Rick collect the money, so they said it’s very unlikely that I’ll be arrested for prostitution. Somehow they make that all work out. I get off about 3 or 4 am most days. My wife gets the money from them directly. If she remembers, she’ll give me cash a few days later, which is all I get for my own spending money. She doesn’t allow me a checking account or credit card.

She and Tyrell have saved up enough for a week on a Caribbean beach together. My wife loves being by the water. She tells me it’s like heaven to her to have sex right on the beach with the sun setting on the horizon. Of course, she has never done that with me.

In fact, I suspect that my cock will never touch her pussy again. Why would it, when she can enjoy any other incredible cock she desires, rather than my shrunken thing? At times I wonder if she’s already destroyed or thrown away the keys. It’s been 11 months since my last release, and she just keeps adding time to my lockup for the most minor infractions.

My wife also has had me taking hormones for a few months now in order to grow real breasts. I’m up almost to a C cup and they are still growing. Apparently she-males can make a little more money, even if they are in chastity. Some clients demand real breasts.

My first few hours tonight are on the street because I have no clients until midnight. It’s a little risky, but my wife insists that I be making more money. Rick has worked out some deal with another downtown pimp to get me a corner.

I get into the car with two other early-shift workers. Angie’s driving us tonight, and she chatters away. As she drops each of us off at our designated locations, she reminds us when she will be picking us back up to go meet with our scheduled clients.

Well, back to work.

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