I grew up in a well to do neighborhood with all the right things. We had a great highschool and I excelled in class. I went to a great college and graduated with honors. I am gifted in that I am well proportioned and have a pretty face. So then, I have difficulty understanding why I do what I do.

I was raped. I was raped when I was thirteen by some looser teenagers who were showing off to each other. I was raped going home from a girl friend's house late in the afternoon before my parents got home from work. The guy that grabbed me and pulled me into bushes in the park hit me hard on the face and then slapped me and told me to shut up. He grabbed me hard and pulled me to him and pushed down my pants and stuck me so hard I had tears in my eyes from the pain. He was angry because I was so dry, that he kept pounding me until I got wet and he finished using me and emptied himself inside of me. Then he gave me to his friends who each used me. I never said a word, I did not cry out, I kept my mouth shut like he told me.

After that he decided that I was his. He waited for me and used me regularly, he liked finishing inside of me. I became his girl. I gave him what he wanted and never complained. It took a couple of strong beatings, but I learned to obey and do what I was told. He put me on the pill, which he got from somewhere, had me tatooed, and got brave enough to brake into my house and fuck me in my bed. I always had to keep a towel under my matress so that when he came to fuck me we didn't leave any evidence.

I am out of college now and continue to be his girl. I can't bring him into my circle because of who he is and what he does. So we have to live two lives. Everyone thinks I am very picky and have never had a date. I've been sexually active and serving him since I was thirteen. You see, I know he owns me. I don't ever question that. Everytime I undress I see where he put his mark on me. He took me and made me his.