I spent over $3000 so I can feel like a worthless slut [MF]

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My husband and I are happily married, in a hotwife marriage. We lead a modest lifestyle. Certainly nothing lavish, but more simple and straight forward. We both make a fair living, and we try to save when we can, but splurge here and there. So spending over $000 to get fucked during just one night is definitely a splurge.

Just recently, my husband had a business trip, on which I tagged along. Typically we like to extend trips like this, so we can have a playdate with a stranger in a new city. His work pays for the majority of the trip, so it helps with the overall costs. So for fuck dates like this, we tend to splurge and go all out. But not for dinner or a show, but for me to get bloody primped and pampered, to get prepped to get brutally fucked by a guy I hardly know.

See, I’m a girly girl. I love the pampering, the relaxation, the feminine nature of all this. I feel proper chuffed at my own preparation. The luxurious treatment and tranquility is only contrasted by the brutal pounding and moaning that awaits me in only a few hours.

* Deep Tissue Massage: $210
* Detox Body Wrap and Exfoliation: $220
* Hydration and Nourishing Facial: $215
* Waxing: $80
* Mediation private session: $50
* Manicure and Pedicure: $250
* Blowout: $80
* Professional Makeup Artist: $200

Back upstairs in the hotel room, of course, I’ll have the perfect outfit to change into. The dress would be the tightest and skimpiest of dresses. It’ll hardly contain my tits, as my cleavage will be on full display. And the length, short enough to barely to cover my ass. In fact, I’ll have to constantly pull and adjust it, so to not reveal the bottom on my ass cheeks. Paired with my only designer heels. Red soled stiletto louboutins. Their height will scream slut and catch the attention and envy of all the patrons at the bar.

* Dress: $120
* High Heels: $950

Returning back to the hotel room with my date, any decorum or propriety that I once had, has been stripped away from me. The thirsty stares, judgmental comments and lustful men quickly validated my role for the evening. A bespoke fuck doll. A man’s play toy. And as such, I should dress for the role I have prepared for. Strappy black lingerie. Suspenders. Stockings. Heels. My uniform for the evening. To be fondled in. Groped. Manhandled. Fucked. Used. Discarded. Forgotten.

* Lingerie, suspenders, stockings: $300
* Hotel Room: $500
* Room Service: $140

The next morning, the room looks like a complete mess. Sheets disheveled. Furniture knocked over. I am bloody knackered, spent from the marathon fuck session. My body was absolutely pounded, pummeled, annihilated by my date. That deep tissue massage and body wrap was quickly undone in a matter of moments.

My professional hair and makeup, ruined by my hair being pulled, saliva running out of my mouth, ropes of cum painted onto my face. My throat so sore from his punishing face fucking. My only reprieve was when he dick slapped my face, allowing me to catch my breathe, only for him to restart moments later.

My lingerie is torn, stripped away from my body. It is replaced from our sweat, our passion our lust. Perhaps a red, smacked bottom. Or marks from his hands, a reminder of his strength of his grip on my waist, or around my throat. And my holes. No they aren’t even mine anymore. They’re his. His reward, his conquest. His dick merciless pounded them. Stretched and gaped to his liking. Tailored and molded to perfectly fit him.

As we leave the hotel room, I’m now this worthless slut. Stripped away of any meaningful value to him. Discarded like a used condom. Sure he’ll parade me around, showing off his trophy to the morning gawkers. I’m dressed completely inappropriately for the time of day. Skimpy dress, sky high heels, hair disheveled, makeup a mess. Yes, I recognize these stares, overhear these judgmental comments. They think I’m this worthless slut, without any decency or self respect. But on the contrary, I feed off of this. Their stares, comments motivate me, energize me, fill me with purpose and valued. I’m ashamed, yet proud. Empty, yet fulfilled. Worthless, yet respected. And for these reasons, the money we splurged for all this…is worth it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fj0vmr/i_spent_over_3000_so_i_can_feel_like_a_worthless