The cost of living

[NydiaC]

I am told it is best to write about what you know. If this is true then my first story will be of incest rape and enslavement. I was sold by my father to my current owners when I came of age. this was after he and my four brothers raped me. I probably worth more as a virgin but that was not the way they wanted it.

Now do i write that story or do i write the story of me being sold?

 

[KindredFlame]

It is best writing about what you know. Four brothers and your father. Sounds like you had a rough time growing up.

 

[NydiaC]

white girl in an Indian family. My arrival caused disgrace on the family.

 

[KindredFlame]

white girl in an Indian family. My arrival caused disgrace on the family.

That would be a problem if the family were traditional I assume. It is not something I know much about.

I came of age and my life changed dramatically, I went from being a child to becoming a sexual object. My father who was in his Sixties was the first man I had sex with, or I should say who had sex with me.

This is the way I would probably try to start a story like this. But it’s your story. Good luck with it.

 

[NydiaC]

I don't know where this is going but is popped into my head as a way of starting telling a story.

Cinderella Syndrome.

Still, I haven’t heard from him in six months. He hasn’t called, that is, with his usual update the obtuse chit-chat, grinding the edges of my teeth together. How he’s doing? What he's doing? It all comes down to one thing, anyhow who he's doing? With all that drivel rattling on, a woman can’t get a word in edgewise. Not that he cares to hear. The bits I manage to squeeze past his one-way conversation are met with a sullen silence, a change of direction. The man builds a tight little wall of words around himself. Effectively shuts the past out.

His life is his as is my life, such as it is.

I was delivered to him one day after I was eighteen, and I am now twenty so I have been his now for just over two years, He doesn't love me he just like having me on his lead.

 

[KindredFlame]

I don't know where this is going but is popped into my head as a way of starting telling a story.

Cinderella Syndrome.

Still, I haven’t heard from him in six months. He hasn’t called, that is, with his usual update the obtuse chit-chat, grinding the edges of my teeth together. How he’s doing? What he's doing? It all comes down to one thing, anyhow who he's doing? With all that drivel rattling on, a woman can’t get a word in edgewise. Not that he cares to hear. The bits I manage to squeeze past his one-way conversation are met with a sullen silence, a change of direction. The man builds a tight little wall of words around himself. Effectively shuts the past out.

His life is his as is my life, such as it is.

I was delivered to him one day after I was eighteen, and I am now twenty so I have been his now for just over two years, He doesn't love me he just like having me on his lead.

I know about this Cinderella Syndrome If you need any help with this let me know. I am always here to chat if you need to.

 

[AchtungNight]

Please review the site guidelines before you write anything concerning this topic. Thank you.

 

[NydiaC]

Please review the site guidelines before you write anything concerning this topic. Thank you.

Ok i clicked the link but it dose not seem to want to load. I was not going to directly going to ust the syndrome in the story but i did like it to use as the title. May I ask what would be the problem?

 

[AchtungNight]

The issue is that this site frowns on stories involving underage exploitation and abuse. It expressly forbids publishing stories featuring these topics.

 

[NydiaC]

Oh I get that. i thought your objection was to Cinderella Syndrome. how stupid am I? please don't answer that.