Prostitution kink and BDSM

You said, "It has nothing to do with with BDSM".
Yeah?

The question was basically “does BDSM come into play in your prostitution fantasies” and my answer was that to me they are two separate topics.
 
I think there is your answer. I have given people money just because I thought they could use it with no motive other than generosity. I was not paying them for anything nor did I expect to get anything in return.
Maybe. Still a damn odd way to do it to give money after having had sex.
 
Yeah?

The question was basically “does BDSM come into play in your prostitution fantasies” and my answer was that to me they are two separate topics.
I understand. They are seperate for you.
 
True, a little odd but he did this as he was leaving?
Well yes. Like I wrote, he had pretty much left already and then turned and gave me the money.

I don’t really care what the reason was. It was weird and funny when it happened, I was glad to buy cheese with the money.
 
Well yes. Like I wrote, he had pretty much left already and then turned and gave me the money.

I don’t really care what the reason was. It was weird and funny when it happened, I was glad to buy cheese with the money.
Yeah he probably thought of it as he was leaving. She can probably use some money so he gave it to you. The idea that he was paying you for sex probably was not in his mind but who really knows?
 
Consider it a community service. We had a kinky guy that said he was going to whore my wife. He didn't live here close and we are very rural and never found anyone to send her to or it would have probably happened. My wife was pretty turned on by it.
 
I know it is not for everyone, but paying for BDSM play is worth it if you find a skilled Pro. I don't mind paying a woman who is skilled in all aspects of BDSM, has her own dungeon and toys. Not all Pro Dommes are highly skilled, so it pays to do your research.
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I dated someone that told me she thought about prostitution as a kink. She wanted to be sold and obedient. We never tried it but the kink elements were kind of hot.
 
Sometimes the client pays to be dominated and punished by the SW which may be a different slant on the topic ( I didn't read every post or argument in this thread ) as more than an extension of a pros kink and sometimes that level of play is all that a SW or client feels in a numb world or the client may not feel that they have somebody in their life that they're safe to show their BDSM side to and the SW will likely never see them again ( and, if it goes to far, the SW knows they will face other punishment for talking ). And, any woman who says they could NEVER be a prostitute is full of shit if she's ever gone on a date and kissed ( or more ) the man who paid for her time, meal, concert ticket, etc.
 
One of the hottest scenes I've ever had was a guy "pimped me" in a cheap motel, to pay off a debt.
It was consensual role-play of course, and no money actually exchanged hands, but it was so fucking hot and humiliating.
 
Went to San Francisco once. Found a girl on Gary Street and paid her to pretend we were together and get a guy to fuck her as I watch and then clean her he watched.
 
If you have ever fantasized about a prostitution scene, how did this intertwine with your BDSM kink? Do you feel it is an extension of your BDSM kink, like...in BDSM you are submissive and as prostitute you are submissive. Or do you enjoy humiliation in a BDSM context and your prostitution fantasy grabs into this, by being required to have sex with people below your standards or... or....

Or do you feel these two things are separate entities in your world of sexual bliss? Is your prostitution scene the moment where you find true love with an older gentleman?

Last but not least, how far did you go to entertain this fantasy (or maybe even "not fantasy anymore") and where is your soft and/or hard limit?
Yes, I must admit I've fantasized about it a lot. It would start during a BDSM-themed meeting in a hotel, with a stranger I'd met on the Lit forum, with whom I'd talked a lot and whom I'd decided to meet. During the meeting, he would use me in the way we'd discussed earlier; he'd know about my penchant for bondage, for being tied up and defenseless. At some point, this would backfire. Tied up and helpless, I could only watch as the stranger pulled out a camera and took photos and videos of me in this uncomfortable position. He recorded our meeting, how he used me, and what a little slut I was while it all happened. After the meeting, he threatened to blackmail me into either becoming his slave and working as a sex toy for his clients, or he would publish all the photos and videos he'd just recorded online. Having no choice, I'd politely bow my head and know I was already in this hellhole with no way out.
 
Yes, I must admit I've fantasized about it a lot. It would start during a BDSM-themed meeting in a hotel, with a stranger I'd met on the Lit forum, with whom I'd talked a lot and whom I'd decided to meet. During the meeting, he would use me in the way we'd discussed earlier; he'd know about my penchant for bondage, for being tied up and defenseless. At some point, this would backfire. Tied up and helpless, I could only watch as the stranger pulled out a camera and took photos and videos of me in this uncomfortable position. He recorded our meeting, how he used me, and what a little slut I was while it all happened. After the meeting, he threatened to blackmail me into either becoming his slave and working as a sex toy for his clients, or he would publish all the photos and videos he'd just recorded online. Having no choice, I'd politely bow my head and know I was already in this hellhole with no way out.

This reminds me that I should make a thread about corruption.
 
Oh, also. Back in the day, I had a one night stand, and when he left my place, he gave me money. It was so weird and funny. He was already sort of half way out of the door when he gave me the dough. I legit didn’t know now to react, probably stood there a while with my mouth open staring at the door after he left.

It didn’t make me feel bad in any way though, just puzzled. I bought a pair of cheap sandals and some yummy cheese with the money. I was a student, I couldn’t buy yummy cheese whenever I wanted. Good times. :)
First time I was spitroasted by 2 guys I was sleeping and they left 300$ on nightstand I saw it when I woke up I was going to give it back but I said screw it so I bought boots
 
Went to San Francisco once. Found a girl on Gary Street and paid her to pretend we were together and get a guy to fuck her as I watch and then clean her he watched.
I LOVE this scenario, but the only thing I would be sketched out by is not having vetted either her or the guy as far as safe sex practices. Don't mean to be a prude; that sounds hot! Was it GARY street or GEARY street by the way? I think it was Geary street that used to be the de-facto red light district, or at least a portion thereof (near VanNess), since it passes through several neighborhoods, though I'd guess they've probably swept through and "gentrified" it by now.
 
Boo, my whole thing about my lifestyle an' shit has it's roots in both BDSM and prostitution.

I was young and confused. Religious background and had a sexual incident. The boy dumped me afterwards. Felt ashamed an' shit. Sought out advice a social media platform...didn't help...but through that found the writings of someone that was completely different to me...an' walked it like she talked it - she hooked, was on drugs, drank...and was married - and I found all that shit enticing!

Long story short, boo, she lived just the next city over. Story even shorter, I asked her to train me...to be like her.

So...as per my stories...which aren't 'stories', y'know?....she tells me what to wear..I do what drugs she tells me to do...and I sell myself for her. I get no money, she keeps it all. I get hit an' slapped, back in the day, and that excited me. I earned for her or else I'd get threats.

That was, like...this is the 15th year of this.

Still as excited, boo...and, as per most nights, I'll be gettin' ready in whatever shit she wants me to wear an' I'll sell myself on the street corner....all for her, boo...

All for her...

A x
 
I LOVE this scenario, but the only thing I would be sketched out by is not having vetted either her or the guy as far as safe sex practices. Don't mean to be a prude; that sounds hot! Was it GARY street or GEARY street by the way? I think it was Geary street that used to be the de-facto red light district, or at least a portion thereof (near VanNess), since it passes through several neighborhoods, though I'd guess they've probably swept through and "gentrified" it by now.
Yes Geary
 
If you have ever fantasized about a prostitution scene, how did this intertwine with your BDSM kink? Do you feel it is an extension of your BDSM kink, like...in BDSM you are submissive and as prostitute you are submissive. Or do you enjoy humiliation in a BDSM context and your prostitution fantasy grabs into this, by being required to have sex with people below your standards or... or....

Or do you feel these two things are separate entities in your world of sexual bliss? Is your prostitution scene the moment where you find true love with an older gentleman?

Last but not least, how far did you go to entertain this fantasy (or maybe even "not fantasy anymore") and where is your soft and/or hard limit?
Oh definitely if I’m seeing my regular I meet him at a motel dressed like a slut he puts $20 in my stocking to start
 
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