Chapter 2: Aftermath and Counselling

The day after the school reunion, and a restless night where my fingers were constantly playing with my own body as I went from one sordid memory to another, I luckily had the day off work. I spent most of the time prowling around my small apartment on the South Bank behind Tower Bridge in London. I could not sit still but also could not stop myself from almost constantly frigging myself with always wet fingers or pounding my swollen vagina with one or other of my small collection of vibrators and stuffing my anus with butt plugs. All things I had hardly done or used at all in the last five years.

Looking back on my teen years that day I realised I was trained, used, and abused by a series of mature men, all in their fifties and sixties and with a shared love of teen female flesh. They had groomed and trafficked me from one to the next. From the age of 14 until they freed me, or dumped me depending on how they each saw the end of my value to them, when I was 21, I was told continuously that I was a slut and a whore and was trained to be just that for the men that dominated my life.

To be fair to these men, they were very good to me in lots of ways. They fulfilled their promises to me and my parents to help me with my education, getting me through my school exams with high grades and into the university I had always wanted to go to; they supported and encouraged me to achieve a first-class degree; and helped me to begin my career. They took me to nice restaurants, to concerts, the best shops for beautiful clothes, on holidays in exotic locations and as I grew into a young woman paid for all my bodily maintenance. But as I became a woman with her own mind and no longer a teenage sex toy, their interest in me began to wane.

Eventually, when they all agreed that the time was right to send me off into the world on my own, as a parting gift they gave me the small London apartment that Sir Tim had set me up in near his headquarters offices, so he could come to use me as he wished, even giving his secretary my name and number so she could make sure I was available when he wanted me. However, it did not work out as he planned as I was now working and building a career and did not want to do some of the increasingly painful and bizarre things he demanded of me. I think that was when he told the others I needed to be dumped, although they preferred to see it as freeing me from my duties to them.