From math graduate to striper, I love my life

Many people I spoke to over the past months on reddit told me my story is extremely hot so I should make it public, so here I am.

Met my first and only actual boyfriend when I was1 18, he was 22 at that time.I came from a very wealthy but cold family, he came from a broken place. Mum was a lovely person but an addict, same like him, dad was not in the picture and never was. We have been together for almost 1 year and even though I was virgin at that time I had a huge libido and was masturbating constantly.

At the end of 2019 I decided I wanted to surprise him on his birthday by finding his father. Did some digging on his family name history, made some calls on some lawyers my parents were friends with, and 2 months later I managed to have a name and an address. I was scared that the first interaction between him and my boyfriend could have been bad so I decided to met him first, and discuss with him, see what kind of person he is.

Walked at his address at 07:30 before my classes started and knocked on the door. My heart was in my throat, not sure at that time what to even say. When he opened the door I got scared and wanted to run away. I, am a petite person, he was big, not big in a worked out man or a fat man, just a person that it is built big. Tall, big arms, and a hand that could lift me by the throat without even feeling a thing.

I told him who I am and what I was doing at his door and he asked me in. It was more than obvious he was a shady guy but I thought I am doing something nice. He gave me a glass of water and sat next to me on sofa. He was not interested a tiny bit on what I was saying,but seemed like more interested in touching my leg or brushing my arm. Nevertheless to say he was very misogynistic and believed that man just impregnate and that’s it,nothing after that. He was not even sure which of his sons I was talking about.

The wave of heat I felt between my legs was unexplainable for a virgin. I just wanted to run away and get off. I spent about 10-15 minutes there and before I left I was told to come back as he is lonely and loves to talk with someone.
As soon as I got to uny I locked myself in the bathroom and gave myself the hardest orgasm ever.
I felt so guilty so I decided to drop everything and forget it happened, I would never mention my boyfriend about it.

About a week later I was again at his door at 07:30. Something just made me return. Again a bit of chit chat, a bit of flirting, and leaving.

The third time I went I spent all morning picking the most sexy and revealing but not obvious clothes. I was finding myself showing off, wearing clothes that make my nipple poke through p,or dresses that were way to short and could get to close when he was touching my legs.

The third time I went, I remember like yesterday. I was wearing a black V neck top, showing off my breast, and a pair of shorts that were lifted a bit too much that you could see my pussy lips. The moment I walked in I was pinned against the wall and I could feel his erected bulge on my skin. I had to chose if I leave and never come back or if I stay and let him kiss me. No need to say that 5 minutes later I was in this man’s bedroom naked taking his big cock in my ass. Yes, ass. He acted like pussy doesn’t even exist and I was to shy at that time to complain. I was fucked in the ass and then asked to leave.

I never felt so used in my life, so I sat on his stairs crying in guilt for about 20 minutes. I decided my boyfriend deserved more so decided to break up with him…. Or I needed an excuse to make me feel better by continuing to see this man.

For a week I could not stop thinking at his big arms and how easy it was for him to throw me around. I wanted him back, I wanted him more.

One night, I got myself drunk and started to touch my cunt while living in my memories. Being horny and not really thinking I messaged that I want to see him again. He proposed to met at a hotel. I did not understand why but I didn’t care. I was excited to see him.
I was trying to impress, so I picked up and paid for the most expensive hotel in my city.

I got there before him, and started preparing myself. I waited in the most sexy dress I had, heels and with my makeup and hair looking spotless.
He entered the room and we instantly started making up. He threw me on the floor and make me take his big cock in my mouth. I had 0 experience at that time so he grabbed my hair and started facefucking me instead . After the face fuck which felt like an eternity, he threw me again on the floor and started fucking my ass until he came.

I still was worried to ask for him to fuck my pussy. When he was done, I borrowed him some money and left. That continued for about 2 months. Every few days, I was meeting in the same hotel, having my pussy ignored, giving him money and being left alone. But something in this made me more obsessed of him.

Then, the pandemic came. Clases were online, my parents were trapped in a business meeting in China, so I was alone with this man for few months. I moved in with him and he introduced me to bdsm and training.

I was sitting on my online classes tied on a chair with clamps and weights on my labia and but plug in my ass while he was in bed watching tv.Every single class.
Everything he wanted, I did. I took him and his friend simultaneously countless times, and I stayed naked in house while he was having friends over. If one wanted to have me, he could just take me in a room and make me give him a blowjob. Rules were simple:

\\\* Anyone could have my mouth
\\\* Only him could have my ass
\\\* Pussy is decorative

First time I truly broke out was when he came home with another woman and fucked her pussy in front of me. I broke down crying and wanted to run away.
But as soon as he was done, he untied me, and for the first time in his life, he gave me an orgasm. After months of being used, I felt a touch on my clit and someone else made me orgasm.
Then, they continued, daily, between 5-10 orgasms until I became more addicted than of a drug. I was counting minutes until my next one.
I was slowly becoming a bimbo and getting worse at school.
On my birthday, I was taken to a club as a stripper to fullfill my fantasy of being exposed.

That was 5 years ago. I am still a full time stripper to this day, and married with him. He is still my owner, and will always be. And orgasms, they stopped when we got married. We have more of a sexualised marriage, than one based on feelings, meaning right now, I am rubbing on reddit and he is with one of my colleagues in my bedroom.
I earn the money through stripping and my parents bought me a house. He doesn’t need to lift a finger, just to fuck me, when he has time, vibe, or has no better options, and I could not be more obsessed with him.