[F4M] My life as Street Whore working for You, My Pimp
It was late – or was it early. Who knew and who cares. It’s 5:15am, and the sun is just peaking out of the corner of the sky. I yawn as I fumble around under the doormat for the apartment key. The apartment resided on the east side of town, an area that wasn’t the best; blight, old industrial buildings, crime, and poverty plagued this forgotten district within the city. The apartment building was a rotting, old, brick building ran by a slum lord. I had seen him once or twice as he stopped by to talk to Mat – the man who actually was the leaseholder of the apartment I was about to walk into.
I closed my eyes and sigh deeply before going to unlock the door to the hell of horrors that the apartment is, but what choice do I have? What choice did I have before coming here? You see, 3 months ago, I was a broke 23-year-old living out of her old, barely-running car. As someone with an accounting degree, I thought I would easily find a job in this market. I could not. Mounting student loan debt, the costs of medical bills that I signed onto for my mother – who recently succumbed to cancer, and the generally high cost of living in this city made my life unsustainable. Fast forward a few months, and through some unfortunate events and tough decisions. and now I'm here.
As I walk my body inside – 5ft 2in, light-brown, Asian skin, black hair to my shoulders, short, weighing about 150lbs, making me look a bit “fuller," having decently sized breasts for my body and a generally-decent sized butt as well, although it was a bit saggy from my lack of exercise – I hear Mat exclaim my name out from the corner of the room, “Clare, dear… welcome home honey.” My eyes dart to the back corner of the smelly room. Max sits in his blue-ish and slightly-faded recliner smoking a cigarette with coffee in his right hand. He is either up early or hasn’t slept yet. I never knew with Mat, which is what made my whole situation even worse. He was always lurking, always there, and always awake.
“How much did you make tonight, Clare?” He snaps his fingers and commands me to come over. I feel my stomach turn. All I want to do is eat some food and sleep. But not yet. I start to turn and walk towards him in my tight red dress, now a bit stained from a night working the streets. I pull a bunch of cash out my little purse and hand it over. As he counts it, I hear rumbling in the kitchen. It’s Jillie, a tall, thin, drug-marked up white girl, who was in her early 30s but looked like she was in her 40s. She was getting some stuff together to head out for her early-morning shift. She always worked the early dawn hours down on the corners. “Sasha made more in a shorter time last night,” Mat says in a grumpy tone as he finishes counting, referring to yet another one of his whores that he boards here in this apartment. “But,” he continues, “still good work for the night. You’re still new to our organization here…you’ll do better as time goes on.” I cringe internally thinking about continuing to live in this dump, essentially treated like a slave, and whoring myself out every night for the benefit of this asshole. “Now, Clare, be a good girl for me and suck my cock before you go to sleep, and before I forget, make sure to unchain Aria before you go to bed as well. She was being a bad whore earlier, so I had to chain her up in the punishment room after I gave her few lashes…”
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Hello all! I hope you like my lengthy introduction (I got carried away a bit). As you can tell, I’m interested in roleplaying a detailed story about my situation living as a low-level streetworker working under the command a disgruntled, angry, controlling, and abusive pimp (Mat). As indicated in the prompt, Mat has many women that he controls and live in cramped conditions in the old apartment. He even has a punishment room. The women are essentially his slaves as well as he uses them for sexual and nonsexual services in addition to whoring them out on the street. How each of these women, including myself, found ourselves here, living with Mat as our pimp, who knows. I definitely don’t enjoy it nor do I want to be here, but Mat provides food and shelter and I really don’t have any other options.
I want a male partner to play the role of Mat in first person (and in third person the various clients I may meet with at night). This prompt requires a literate and detailed partner, willing to put some effort into the roleplay. When both partners contribute and add to the world, it makes everything better. I want this to be a world-building experience with the Johns, myself, Mat, and the other Whores all involved.
I absolutely hate when partners write my characters actions or feelings. I write in first person and expect for you to, as well. I want someone who is willing to put in effort, detail, and take time to build our story, character's and actions. Other characters can be written in 3rd person as needed. My kinks are varied. Please let me know your favorite beverage in your initial message so I know you've read the whole thing!
Generally, My big kinks (among many) are submission, acts of service, non/dubcon, other's pleasure at the expense of my own, and disgusting acts. I have many others. I also have very few limits as I love to push my boundaries (and I'm a slave so I do as I'm told). I'm looking for this to get depraved. I do genuinely love detail, realism, and good writing in my roleplays. I look forward to hearing from you.