My story starts back in 2009 while living with my owner Steve on his farm he had inherited from his parents who are no longer with him and I was bought by Steve as a sex slave from my captors. I had been fitted with implants that ensured I never try to escape.
I met Steve while a sex slave at an exclusive BDSM lap dancing lodge where I was performing on the tables and providing erotic private services in order to make money for my captors who trafficked me to the UK from Eastern Europe when I was 17. I earned small increases in rations the harder I worked.
I was originally promised a job in the City as a nanny for a rich couple however the reality was that my destination was the private lodge located deep in the countryside to work as a sex slave.
When I arrived I was well dressed and a little cocky being so young and pretty, I viewed the world as something that owed me a living for being so beautiful, as such when I was told to remove my skirt and knickers and kneel face and palms down for inspection upon my arrival I refused curtly which did not go down well.
This pretty one has spirit I overheard someone say.
My story starts back in 2009 while living with my owner Steve on his farm he had inherited from his parents who are no longer with him and I was bought by Steve as a sex slave from my captors. I had been fitted with implants that ensured I never try to escape.
I met Steve while a sex slave at an exclusive BDSM lap dancing lodge where I was performing on the tables and providing erotic private services in order to make money for my captors who trafficked me to the UK from Eastern Europe when I was 17. I earned small increases in rations the harder I worked.
I was originally promised a job in the City as a nanny for a rich couple however the reality was that my destination was the private lodge located deep in the countryside to work as a sex slave.
When I arrived I was well dressed and a little cocky being so young and pretty, I viewed the world as something that owed me a living for being so beautiful, as such when I was told to remove my skirt and knickers and kneel face and palms down for inspection upon my arrival I refused curtly which did not go down well.
This pretty one has spirit I overheard someone say.