Hello:
I have chapter one finished of a dominance story called "How They Trained Me". The main help I need is with the voice. I want the story to read like it was written by a poorly educated country girl...but still keep it readable.
I am posting a sample, and I hope a willing editor would either offer help here, or through the private message system.
The errors you read are intentional btw. lol.
HOW THEY TRAINED ME
Chapter One: Meeting Mr. Wilson
I have read here what has happened to other women who get turned into sex slaves like me so I guess this is as good a place as any to confess all the things I had to do and all the things they did to me. I bet I ain’t the only girl out there who got herself into a lot of trouble when she was 18.
I guess I gotta admit I wasn’t totally taken advantage of by Him. I’ve always been attracted to men a lot older than me and I guess I did have a fantasy of just being taken care of and only have to do sexy things. I think if it had been just Him it would have been easier but all the other men He made me work for were really scary to me. But He did take me in when I had no place but the street to live and I never had nothing to worry about but being a good little girl.
Maybe some other girls wouldn’t be scared being given to other men but He always made it so I never knew what was gonna happen to me. Like the first time He told me I had to start making money. All He said was He had a friend name of Mr. Wilson who was very important and could get me a lot of work but He never told me anything else. He always called it work but I guess I don’t need to tell you what work I had to do.
I know He must have planned it for a while, but He sure never told me when I was going to meet Mr. Wilson the first time. Out of the blue one night He just told me “Take a shower and make sure you shave real good because I’m taking you to see Mr. Wilson and Mr. Wilson will get mad if he found any hair.” He even made me get up on the bathroom counter after I shaved and checked that I did a good job. He didn’t even let me pick out what to wear. All he gave me was a halter top and a mini skirt and when I asked him what panties I should wear He gave me that dirty look so I just shut up and dressed and we got in the car and drove for a long time.
See what I mean? He never told me nothing. When we were driving I asked where we were going and you know what He told me? “Don’t go thinkin’ about where I’m taking you. You just worry about being a good little girl for Mr. Wilson when we get there.”
Being short doesn’t help none either. I am five foot nothing and He is six foot and there ain’t nothing I can do to stop Him. When we got to the motel, He made me knock and Mr. Wilson opened the door and Mr. Wilson was even older and taller than He was. I felt about two inches tall. I’ll tell you it takes all the fight out of you when you are standing there with Him behind you and some stranger in front of you and you don’t know where you are and all you got on is a halter top and a mini skirt and you ain’t even allowed to wear panties.
They were looking down at me and talking about me like I was a horse at the county fair. You know, how shiny my hair was and how I had a nice tan and a cute ass and tiny little tits. He told me to be a good little girl and be respectful of Mr. Wilson and call him sir and let Mr. Wilson do anything he wanted.
He made me shake Mr. Wilson’s hand and Mr. Wilson grabbed my hand real hard and squeezed and wouldn’t let go. Mr. Wilson leaned down and got right in my face and told me he might be able to get me a lot of work but I’d have to be a good little girl and do everything he say. And He said “Emma Lou what do you say to the nice man?” and I had to answer “I’ll be a good little girl for you Mr. Wilson, sir” and Mr. Wilson smiled at me and said to Him “What a good girl she is” and He told me to give Mr. Wilson a kiss.
I never been so nervous and seeing a video cam on a tripod pointed at the bed sure wasn’t helping. Mr. Wilson led me over there and told me to sit on the bed. I knew I was gonna have to do things but I just got real scared. This were before the internet and Mr. Wilson said to me that he knew a lot of men who I could work for but they want to see what I look like first so he was gonna make a tape of me and mail it to the men. I were so nervous I didn’t know what to say.
That’s when He gave me a dirty look and said “Emma Lou what do you say to the nice man?”
I said, “Thank you Mr. Wilson.”
But that wasn’t good enough for Him. He raised His voice and said “And????”
I knew He was not happy with how I was acting so far so I just tried so hard to please Him and said “And I promise to do everything you say Mr. Wilson and do a good job and be a good little girl for you Mr. Wilson sir!”
I have chapter one finished of a dominance story called "How They Trained Me". The main help I need is with the voice. I want the story to read like it was written by a poorly educated country girl...but still keep it readable.
I am posting a sample, and I hope a willing editor would either offer help here, or through the private message system.
The errors you read are intentional btw. lol.
HOW THEY TRAINED ME
Chapter One: Meeting Mr. Wilson
I have read here what has happened to other women who get turned into sex slaves like me so I guess this is as good a place as any to confess all the things I had to do and all the things they did to me. I bet I ain’t the only girl out there who got herself into a lot of trouble when she was 18.
I guess I gotta admit I wasn’t totally taken advantage of by Him. I’ve always been attracted to men a lot older than me and I guess I did have a fantasy of just being taken care of and only have to do sexy things. I think if it had been just Him it would have been easier but all the other men He made me work for were really scary to me. But He did take me in when I had no place but the street to live and I never had nothing to worry about but being a good little girl.
Maybe some other girls wouldn’t be scared being given to other men but He always made it so I never knew what was gonna happen to me. Like the first time He told me I had to start making money. All He said was He had a friend name of Mr. Wilson who was very important and could get me a lot of work but He never told me anything else. He always called it work but I guess I don’t need to tell you what work I had to do.
I know He must have planned it for a while, but He sure never told me when I was going to meet Mr. Wilson the first time. Out of the blue one night He just told me “Take a shower and make sure you shave real good because I’m taking you to see Mr. Wilson and Mr. Wilson will get mad if he found any hair.” He even made me get up on the bathroom counter after I shaved and checked that I did a good job. He didn’t even let me pick out what to wear. All he gave me was a halter top and a mini skirt and when I asked him what panties I should wear He gave me that dirty look so I just shut up and dressed and we got in the car and drove for a long time.
See what I mean? He never told me nothing. When we were driving I asked where we were going and you know what He told me? “Don’t go thinkin’ about where I’m taking you. You just worry about being a good little girl for Mr. Wilson when we get there.”
Being short doesn’t help none either. I am five foot nothing and He is six foot and there ain’t nothing I can do to stop Him. When we got to the motel, He made me knock and Mr. Wilson opened the door and Mr. Wilson was even older and taller than He was. I felt about two inches tall. I’ll tell you it takes all the fight out of you when you are standing there with Him behind you and some stranger in front of you and you don’t know where you are and all you got on is a halter top and a mini skirt and you ain’t even allowed to wear panties.
They were looking down at me and talking about me like I was a horse at the county fair. You know, how shiny my hair was and how I had a nice tan and a cute ass and tiny little tits. He told me to be a good little girl and be respectful of Mr. Wilson and call him sir and let Mr. Wilson do anything he wanted.
He made me shake Mr. Wilson’s hand and Mr. Wilson grabbed my hand real hard and squeezed and wouldn’t let go. Mr. Wilson leaned down and got right in my face and told me he might be able to get me a lot of work but I’d have to be a good little girl and do everything he say. And He said “Emma Lou what do you say to the nice man?” and I had to answer “I’ll be a good little girl for you Mr. Wilson, sir” and Mr. Wilson smiled at me and said to Him “What a good girl she is” and He told me to give Mr. Wilson a kiss.
I never been so nervous and seeing a video cam on a tripod pointed at the bed sure wasn’t helping. Mr. Wilson led me over there and told me to sit on the bed. I knew I was gonna have to do things but I just got real scared. This were before the internet and Mr. Wilson said to me that he knew a lot of men who I could work for but they want to see what I look like first so he was gonna make a tape of me and mail it to the men. I were so nervous I didn’t know what to say.
That’s when He gave me a dirty look and said “Emma Lou what do you say to the nice man?”
I said, “Thank you Mr. Wilson.”
But that wasn’t good enough for Him. He raised His voice and said “And????”
I knew He was not happy with how I was acting so far so I just tried so hard to please Him and said “And I promise to do everything you say Mr. Wilson and do a good job and be a good little girl for you Mr. Wilson sir!”