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Can I have the key? Sometimes when I look back on what happened to me, I still wonder whether I could have fought back harder. She was in her 50s, and I was definitely fitter than she was. But as the blows rained down on my body, I found myself cowering and in tears. I ran to the window, but it was locked with bars across the outside. My bag with my phone was gone, and I was trapped. Nauseous and hurting, I collapsed onto the bed. I was 15 years old. I just wanted to go home. As evening drew near and my tears began to run out, the woman opened the door again. Inside were four or five sets of used, dirty lingerie. My peripheral vision began to cloud, and I felt suddenly sick.

I only remember the first one. I was sitting on the bed when the door opened, and a massive, something stone guy loomed in the doorway, with the woman standing behind him. He looked me up and down, then handed her the money and she left. Half an hour later, there was somebody else. Over the course of that evening, I realised that all of the men were all paying to live out a fantasy where resistance turned them on. The more I screamed, the more they seemed to enjoy raping me. If I pleaded with them to help me, they ignored me. In between each assault, the woman would come in to change the towel on the bed because it would be covered in blood. Over the course of two years, I bled every single time I was raped.

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As the other girl was handed over to a group of young men, Mike pushed me towards an elderly man from Saudi Arabia. But the warmth left his eyes. With Mike waiting outside in the corridor, I left the room, crushed. But I still consider that night a lucky escape. As I pleaded with the Sheikh to save me, the other girl from our house was being gang-raped and infected with HIV. And OK, I'll admit I was deeply aware of his killer smile, giant shoulders, and athletic six foot four frame. This large, manly, uber sexy hunk has an unusual desire: He wants to be my domestic. As in as in down on his hands and knees, cleaning my toilets and floors and whatever else I want him to do.

Oh, and he wants to do it for free, whenever I want, wearing whatever I want him to wear. And while he scrubs away, I can do whatever I please whether that means taking a nap, talking on the phone, or putting my feet up and watching him clean. Now I've heard of men who enjoy being submissive to women. I said heard of, not gone out with.

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And having eeal a submissive myself to a Dominant after my divorceI understand that submissiveness can involve a variety of tasks and roles chores weren't part of mine! Still, his offer totally caught me off guard. He looked like he should be off fighting fires or operating a bull dozer, not delicately polishing my shoes His giant shoulders leaned into the table and he said, almost pleadingly. I think most women would.

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