Chapter 1

When the orgy was over, Candy prompted informed Reginald that he was to move in with Lewis and her ASAP.

"You're going to be my whore, my gigolo, understand, slave?"

"Gigolo, Mistress? You mean, I will have to sleep with people for money?"

"Yes, and I prefer to be called 'Madame', instead of 'Mistress', because that's what I am- a madame. I will also fuck people for cash, but I will be the boss, clear enough?"

"So, after work, I will come home and fuck with anyone who pays?"

"Not 'after work'- this is your work. You will quit your regular job, and become a full-time gigolo for me. Oh, and you had better stop wearing underpants. They constrict the balls, and I want enough cum left for me at the end of the day. You'll get a cut of the profits, but most of it will go to me."

"So, what else will I do?"

"Nothing. Don't worry, I'm not going to turn you into a 'house husband', or any such thing. No housework for you, since that would interfere with your job. Besides, between you, Lewis, and myself, we will have enough to hire a housekeeper."

"Okay, so my life will basically be composed of sex, sex, and more sex."

"Exactly! You will dress up for escort dates, and we will have a number specifically set up for that purpose. You will have a quota. Try to keep it, so you can stay single and keep a larger part of the money as your own. Fail me, and I will marry, then divorce you and take some of your wealth as community property. It's harsh, but I'll take my cut anyway I can."

"You're a pimp."

"No, I'm a madame- men are pimps, women are madames."

"Very well. I will obey you, and earn my keep, Madame Candy."

"Good, because it is part of our income. Lewis's postal paycheck is steadier, but only goes so far."

"He is the head of the household, or you?"

"He is, and I'm his second in command, so to speak. Really, he is your pimp. I'm as much his whore as you are mine."

Lewis and Candy were ready for him, with a separate bedroom that had a large bed. It had a spreader bar, to keep him attached to it, whenever he was sleeping. They were not about to let their new source of income escape. Whenever they did let him out of the house, Reginald was required to carry a cell phone, so they could contact him. He also had to wear a slave collar at all times. At night, and indeed, for the most of the day, he was made to stay naked, so he could service the "janes" who paid for his favors.

Candy would fuck men in the other room, and then Lewis, coming home from his job, would call up his ladies, and fuck them for free in the master bedroom. They still paid for Reginald, though, because of his nice size dick, and his submissive situation. Many ladies in town liked dominating him. Sally, in particular, paid for his services more than once, just so she could humiliate him.