Chapter 1

Due to certain laws and website rules, most of the time I have to say it started when I was eighteen. Here, I’m allowed to tell you it all began on my fourteenth birthday. Feel free to believe that, if you want to.

I was nearing thirty and happier than I ever could have imagined when I was younger. I took off two million dollars’ worth of jewelry and undressed. As I turned toward the luxurious bed three of my lovers were having sex on, I thought back to much tougher times.

The pictures and videos for Uncle Jerry had always been a big secret, like all the money he gave Mom. She took lots of pictures of me like many parents did, but the ones she started taking when I was fourteen were special. She’d photograph me getting in or out of the tub, changing clothes, or showering.

I was usually embarrassed and didn’t want to do them. Once she even recorded video of me putting in a tampon! Mom said the pictures and videos were very important, since Uncle Jerry paid her a lot for them.

The times Mom would go to get money the other way, I’d stay with a neighbor lady for a few hours or a day as Mom visited Uncle Jerry’s place. She would always come back looking sad and ashamed, but with a lot of cash in her purse. She’d drink a whole bottle of wine and cry after each time.

Once I saw her wipe lipstick off her neck when she got home. I was confused, since I didn’t think men used lipstick. It wasn’t Mom’s color, so she didn’t put it there by accident. The next day we got a big TV.

I hadn’t had a haircut since I was a little kid. Mom said Uncle Jerry loved long hair. My curly blonde locks nearly touched my knees, like her hair did. It often annoyed me when it got in the way, or I had to brush out all the tangles, but I agreed my hair was pretty.

On weekends she did our faces with lipstick, long fake lashes, eye shadow, and other cosmetics. She always recorded it on video, with us wearing only panties.

Every week or two she gave me new clothes and took lots of pictures of me trying them on. I blushed a lot and felt awkward and ashamed, but she would take hundreds of pictures of my butt, kitty, and wish-they-were-boobs as I tried on my pretty new outfits. Mom teased that she had nice ones but I only had ‘wish-they-were-boobs’, until I was fifteen. I got bras and panties mostly, in many colors and styles.

She also recorded video of me eating nude or walking around the house naked, which I thought was very weird. She bought a big box of popsicles and recorded me every time I ate one.

Once she set up the cameras, then opened a banana and handed it to me. She said Uncle Jerry wanted me to lick it for at least three whole minutes before I ate it. I thought that was kind of strange, but I like bananas.

Sometimes she would put my old underwear in bags and told me she was donating them to the poor. I wondered why she didn’t wash them first, and only donated one or two at a time. We were poor too. We lived in an old one-bedroom trailer house, but I kept getting new clothes often.

A few times a month Mom would give me a sucker or lollipop from Uncle Jerry and recorded me licking them, usually with a tight white t-shirt on and no bra.

I thought Uncle Jerry was nice for sending me candy, makeup, and so many new outfits; but being naked or in my underwear was embarrassing and uncomfortable.

A few times a year she helped me put on a corset, on camera. I wondered why. I knew chunky women used them to move around their extra fat, but I was skinny. At age fifteen, I was five feet tall and only ninety pounds, finally with ‘real’ 30 A boobs. Later Mom told me Uncle Jerry was very happy they grew to 32B by the time I was sixteen, and 34D a year later.

I wanted to wear makeup and my pretty clothes away from home, so I would look nice for a boy I liked, but Mom wouldn’t let me. I always went out in jeans and t-shirts or sweatshirts, without makeup. Often Mom would say, “Jenny, you need to save your beauty and your love for Uncle Jerry.” I’d never even met him, but he provided for us. I’d never met my father or any other family members either, just Mom.

My fifteenth birthday was on a Monday. I wanted to invite my friends and have a party, but Mom said we needed to do something special for Uncle. After doing our makeup in just bras and panties, she gave me a cupcake with a candle on top. When I blew out the candle, I wished that Uncle Jerry would just give us lots of money and quit asking for pictures or video.

Mom and I licked the frosting off our cupcakes very slowly, then stripped and ate ice cream cones the same way. She pushed my knees apart so the camera could see better, and dripped some of her melty ice cream on my belly and leg. I was suddenly cold. I was also annoyed that it wasn’t an accident. “Mom, why!” I moved my knees together and grabbed a napkin, but she grabbed my arm before I could wipe.

“Your Uncle wants to see this! Spread your legs, and drip some of yours on your kitty.” I sighed and rolled my eyes in irritation, but obeyed.

When I got home from school the next day, she surprised me a lot. “You need to take an enema and then get a shower.”

“What’s an enema, Mom? What’s going on?”

“Uncle Jerry is coming over for sort of a date. Your whole body needs to be clean. An enema is when you put water in your butt to clean it out.”

“WHAT? He wants to see my butt?”

“No ... um, he wants to play with it a little. Your kitty too. After the enema use a douche, then get a shower.”

“But ... but Mom!”

“It’s for Uncle Jerry! He’ll get us a car if you do! We won’t need to take the bus everywhere! Won’t having a car be great? It will only take a little while.”

“But ... but I never met him! I’m supposed to let a guy I don’t know...”

“It’s Uncle Jerry! He’s supported us a long time. He won’t hurt you. It’ll be okay. Just do this for him, please? For a CAR! You only need to let him touch you for a few minutes.”