Well my tumblr story starts last year. I was still with my ex. He was abusive and terrible. My family hated him, he was a bad boyfriend. But the sex was too enjoyable, and I’m a wet mess most of the time. We would have lots of fun, but he would always ask for pictures of me, nude obviously. I was so horny all the time of course I listened. Plus I’m a natural sub.
A couple months later, we broke up. He got tired of me and I got tired of him. Not even the sex could save the relationship 😂 I thought that was the last I would hear of him. Boy was I wrong.
It happened pretty quickly, he texted me with instructions. I deleted the messages but it was pretty much “what would you rather do: be my bitch or get exposed?” I can honestly say it was the scariest, most exciting, experience in my life. He knew my name, age, family members, address, where I go to school, where I work. I decided against my own sub nature and decided to be defiant. I said “fuck you” or something along those lines. After that, my life changed.
He sent me a lot of links, to porn websites, Craigslist ads, social media’s. All with my name and pictures attached, of one night I had spent with him and his best friend. I honestly ignored him for a week. I thought it wouldn’t make a difference and I could care less, my full face isn’t showing, I thought. He told me “better listen or it’s gonna get worse”, I didn’t believe him. That’s when I met Trevor.
Trevor is the opposite of my ex. I can’t even say my ex’s name, I’m not allowed. Trevor is sweet and caring and kind and everything my ex is not. I liked him immediately, plus the sex was good enough for me. Trevor is Mexican and about my height. If you have kiked with me before I became this famous online, I had a picture of us together as my profile pic. In about three weeks we went on dates and eventually i said yes to being his girlfriend. Meanwhile ignoring my ex, I was feeling great, having fun.
Maybe a month later, I got a text from my ex, and it just said “check tumblr”, I remember it so clearly by how direct and imposing the message was. Of course, I did, and found out I got exposed online. My ex had put up plenty of pictures of me, naked, not naked, with family, my address, everything. I was so terrified. So scared and I shut down, seriously. I turned into this terrified little girl that he preyed on so very easily. He told me to go to his house and “fix it”.
I went to his house and got fucked harder than I ever have been before in my life. I felt like I couldn’t walk home, and he made me. I was exhausted and defeated. I couldn’t bear telling Trevor. All the while I was starting to get messages from so many people. Some trying to help, some creeps, weirdos, mostly guys trying to cum to my misery. It made me feel so powerless.
A week passed of me trying to stop the spreading of my pictures, I had to send pictures of myself to stop others from spreading them, it was a cycle I couldn’t control. Some people didn’t believe I was myself, I was glad. I’d rather someone think I’m fake and leave me alone than to show myself off. But that’s when it got worse.
He texted me “training tomorrow, 7 am my house”, and I had to listen. I was already a scared, wet sub who was being exposed, it was too easy for him. He told me he was going to continue spreading my info, as punishment, but I was to be trained to be his bitch. I nearly came from hearing the words by themselves. He told me I was going to move in with him, he would pay, he would provide. I would keep it from Trevor, until it was his turn to find out. But I would train.
I would often get punished, but I learned to stop making mistakes. I learned to call him daddy, just how he likes it. He encouraged me showing off to strangers, to be open with my body because it wasn’t mine anymore. I was meant to be enjoyed by everyone who wanted me. I made this tumblr, started spreading the posts of myself, making my own posts, getting followers. All while I was dating Trevor and at daddy’s house. Now here’s the fun part for you guys.
Daddy told me I was fully trained. I hadn’t made a single mistake in a week, I was being good and I was eager and enjoyed it. If daddy was happy, I was too. So he told me my last test was to find out if all my training would fail in front of someone that mattered, and he picked Trevor. In all honesty, I was relieved. He picked one name out of people he knew in a hat. My mom, dad, sister, Trevor, best friend. One of them would watch me be a good girl for daddy. If it was family, it wouldn’t be in person, I would send them a video of me being good to them. But since he picked Trevor, and daddy is taller, and stronger than him, he wanted it to be in person.
Trevor came to my house at around 3 pm on a Saturday. My family were all out doing things and saturdays, no one is home till at least 10 pm so we had plenty of time. We started with foreplay, we were having fun. Daddy called. I answered. I told him Trevor was there and I had left the back unlocked for him. I was already naked when daddy came in, Trevor was down to his underwear. He absolutely freaked out. I had told Trevor about daddy when we dated, and how mean he was and abusive. So Trevor had always had anger and fear and jealousy towards him. When he saw him come in, he jumped at him. Daddy laughed about 15 seconds after Trevor was underneath him.
He probably broke his wrist. Trevor was in serious pain, it looked like he was holding back tears. Daddy sat him down, got him an ice pack, and told him he wanted to talk. He told him right then and there without mincing words, while I was covering myself up with a pillow, that he was going to fuck me. Trevor was still with shock and I think fear. He didn’t even try to fight him again. He was just quiet and wide eyed at daddy’s statement. He told him he could leave whenever he wanted (which was a lie, because he told me if Trevor wanted to leave, I had to make him stay) but it was gonna happen. Trevor looked at me in shock, and it was my turn to see if I was a good girl or not. I almost hesitated, but I said with confidence, “if you leave baby, you’ll never get to see me again.” And I think (not being too cocky or acting like a bad bitch) I’m too pretty for a guy like Trevor to give up. So he stayed.
I was told to look at Trevor the whole time. Which was kinda hard up until the end. Daddy put me on my back, legs wide open, at the end of the couch, Trevor was sitting on the floor crying, almost uncontrollably, trying not too look but too in pain to look away. I had to arch my neck to lock eyes, I eventually just put my head back and looked at him upside down. Daddy kept pounding me like an animal. He was smug and proud he owned me, I could feel it. He flipped me to doggystyle and I could see Trevor much better that way, he looked so mad and at the same time it was so pathetic. I almost wanted to ask daddy to stop and comfort Trevor, but I listen to daddy. All the while I’m wet as fuck, cumming so much and trying not to feel too bad. What I think made Trevor give up was when daddy pulled my hair back, slapped me almost as hard as he could, and told me to tell Trevor I love him (which I do, in a different way). I listened, and that made daddy cum. He came inside me. Pulled out, and lifted me by my stomach and facing Trevor. He told me “open your legs bitch.” And I did. One hand across my tummy, and the other one opening my pussy lips. I never felt more like an object. Trevor had stopped crying, he looked defeated and depressed.
Daddy left. I felt horrible and wanted to make Trevor feel better somehow. I told him, “you’re so nice. You don’t deserve this. If you want to break up, I will understand. But I do love you. I didn’t lie. But I have to explain to you why that just happened.” I sat him down and told him everything I just told you guys. He told me he understood. He felt so bad for me and helped me feel better about all of it. And he told me he loved me too. And he told me he would stay.
Now, I live with daddy. I date Trevor and one day I hope I marry him. When I go to sleep, it’s either in my cage, or at the end of daddy’s bed curled up. Trevor pays my bills, and once a week we go on dates. On special occasions I sleep over Trevor’s house. On really really rare occasions we all go out. But that almost never happens. They don’t like each other much.-❤️
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