I kneel by my master as I hand him the post, he let's out a sigh as he reads something.

"What is wrong master?" 

"It's nothing for you to worry about slave." 

"But master I can see that it bothers you, is there any way I can help? I hate seeing you this way, it hurts me to know that you aren't happy." 

"I appreciate your concern for me. I'm just stressed by how much everything costs, money is getting very tight, and that is after we cut your meals down to three a week." My empty stomach groans as I am reminded of my latest sacrifice, not that I mind if it helps my master. I feel useless at this topic, I was never any good with money, which is why I gave master full control over it, I don't own any myself, although master does sometimes give me a small allowance when we go out or away and he does give me his card when I am sent to buy things but I'm always under strict instructions to never buy anything that isn't on the list. I sigh and try to think, there must be a way I can help master. Maybe lower myself to two meals a week? My growling stomach protests the idea, maybe not, any less and it might affect how well I can serve my master. Wait, serve, that gives me an idea, one that makes my cock twitch in its chastity cage.

"Master, I have an idea." He looks down at me curiously, clearly intrigued at what his slave who barely understands the concept of saving money has to say to benefit his finances.

"Why not use me to make some money? I could serve others just like I serve you and make money in the process." I look down sightly as he doesn't respond, did I do wrong in my suggestion or speaking on a subject I know little of? I my be speaking when I shouldn't but I'm to worried about my master to not want to help.

"Not a bad suggestion slave, I'll think about it." I smile at his praise, relieved that I didn't cause him disrespect. 

"While I think further on this I'm sure that you have chores to do. While I appreciate you being concerned you have no need to be worried, instead focus on your duties." I rise and bow my head slightly.

"Yes sir." I quickly turn and leave to proceed with my daily duties, my mind focusing on them, sure that my master will figure something out, unlike me he is good with money and those aspects of life that I've always struggled with. 

I look put nervously as the car pulls up at my clients house. This is really happening, master is actually pimping me out for money. I know it was my idea and I'm happy to do it if it helps but I can't help but feel nervous. I feel master's hand rest on my exposed leg reassuringly, immediately calming me, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. 

"Everything is alright slave. Just behave and you'll be fine. Remember you are representing me, so don't let me down." He is right, I must do my best, my failure would only reflect badly on him, I should focus on my job and do it as well as I can. 

"Yes sir, I'll do my best to my you proud of me." He smiles at me lovingly.

"That's all I ever want from you." He leans in and gives me a passionate kiss.

"One last kiss before you spend the night with someone else, I have to admit I will be jealous." I pulls away giving me a hungry and longing look before undoing his seat beat and climbing out of the car and opening my door, pulling me out of the safety of his car, one he will soon be driving away in without me. 

I walk up the drive of the strangers house, the wind blowing over my nearly naked body, only a tight pair of underwear covers my body, my ass and caged cock clearly visible beneath it, my master guiding me by a leash up to the front door. Remembering my instructions I kneel down and bow my head respectfully, displaying my submission to the man who will be my master for the day. My heart races as I hear them walking up to their door and it opens, the fear, anticipation and excitement making me strain in my cage, I have no idea what is in store for me and it is both terrifying and arousing. 

I lay tied up on the strangers bed, moaning into a ballgag as his hands caress my bound body, exploring their slave for the day, enjoying having a helpless plaything at their mercy. I'm rolled onto my front and feel a tug on my buttplug, moaning as it is slowly and teasingly pulled out, building anticipation as we both know what is coming next, my ready ass twitching as it eagerly waits to be filled with the strangers cock, wanting to be fucked like the whore I am, paid for and used, my master, now pimp, taking all the money. I feel his hard cock brush against my cheeks and brace myself as he slowly begins to slide his cock inside me, almost taking enjoyment from dragging it out, tormenting me and forcing me to wait. I moan as he begins to fuck me, his slow thrusts quickly becoming fast and deep, the slow and caring man replaced by a lustful hungry creature, I moan as he roughly pounds me, struggling in my ropes as he fucks me uncaringly, using me like the piece of meat that I am, my cock crushing itself inside its prison. I choke as he pulls on my leash, forcing my back to bend backwards as he slams into me even deeper, his rough thrusts pushing me over the edge as I desperately try to gasp for air, cumming hard in my cage as I begin to wonder if he will let me breath again, the fear only making me cum harder, my ravaged body shaking in orgasm, my struggling and twitching body pushing him over the edge, his warm cum filling my insides. 

I breath hard, gasping for air as he pulls out and loosens his grip on my leash, my mind barely conscious, lost in blissful orgasm and deprived of oxygen. My plug easily sliding back into my well used ass. 

"That was fun. I'm glad I paid for the whole weekend, I get to enjoy you for a whole two days." The whole weekend? I feel both fear and excitement, both quickly washing away the shame and humiliation of becoming a whore to make money for my master.

"Ready for round two slave?" I moan into my gag, completely becoming what my new role demands of me, looking forward to my weekend. 

Epilogue:

I tidy master's home as I feel my plug moving in my sore ass, my cock twitching in its cage as I remember my weekend making money for my master by being used over and over again by a paying stranger, my body becoming a commodity to be brought and sold, the rented property of my master. Not to mention how many times master has used me in the days since, making up for the lost time without me, I've never felt so tired. 

I continue to do my work as my master walks in, seemingly more relaxed than he has been in a while, I'm guessing the money I made him helped, if so it is definitely worth it. 

"Well done slave, you did such a good job, not only does he want to book another meeting with you but he recommended you to others and you already have several clients lined up for the next month. You'll be really busy." I smile happy to have done so well and not let master down, but I also feel concerned about how many bookings I have, my sore ass and straining cock feeling more noticeable than before, as excitement builds inside me as I wonder what my future clients will do with me.