I grew up straight trailer trash in a small religious drug corrupted town in the middle of freaking nowhere. Which, for family, legal and other reasons, I'm not going to say where that is. But, find the biggest little shit hole town in Texas, and you might be right! Even the cops were junkie perverts. I know they were at least drunk all day. Had a thing for Humiliating young girls with bad reputations too. I seriously doubt you've ever heard of the place, or ever will. After moving away, it really is it's own little fucked up world. Sadly, a big part of me misses it and wish I could go back.

I grew up miles from anything other than fields and farms. Having a truck was recommended if you even came to our house because of bumpy muddy gravel roads. It was on a small piece of property my uncle owns next to his farm. It was an old metal trailer with rooms added to it. It looked run down, slapped together and completely poor white trash. Each room was added on as my parents had more kids. Which, they did! A lot!

I had two older twin sisters, both just as wild as me, just better at hiding it. The one thing I didn't learn from them. I also have an older brother. Not much older, but older! Then there are the three nightmare younger brothers. Yes, freaking triplets! Mom was futile and a little kinky. Nothing like walking in on your mom bound to the bed post wearing a leather zipper mask and nipple clamps with your dad banging her from behind! Yeah, kink runs in the family.

Life was hard growing up, but when we weren't in trouble, Mom and Dad all but let us run wild. It came and went! Other times, they would be in us like you wouldn't believe. Usually, when Child Protect Service popped in for something stupid. The rest of the time, they rarely knew where we were until we got in bad enough trouble, they found out.

I grew up dirty, poor, hungry and was almost always in trouble for something. But, a lot of the time, it was like they didn't even notice me until I caused them some type of issue. Or, they just wanted to take out their bad day on someone. It was usually me! I always got it much worse than my siblings. And, I was always the scapegoat that my parents never believed.

Yes, before you ask! There was a lot of abuse growing up. Physical, mental and even sexual. Lots of it! I'm pretty sure it was meant to be the reason behind my whole existence. I'm cursed, or the most unlucky person to ever exist. Maybe one day I'll talk about it, and go into more, but for now.... moving in! 

Nothing ever seems to go right. And, my sexual addiction and obsessions have seemed to be the reason behind all of them. I became extremely curious and experimental about sex and kink at a very young, possibly unhealthy age. How I ended up a very unhappy board pampered trophy wife, I don't know. Though, the pampered part is kind of over now. Again, because of my sexual addictions and obsessions.

I wasn't really liked when I was younger. Usually got bullied and picked on by the few kids around who were mostly older. It was loud and crowded at our house, so I spent a lot of time roaming around the trails that lead to my uncle's farm. Kind of farm! It was just as run down and trashy as our place. But, he did have a lot of animals and tons of dogs. So, I would still call it a farm, just not a fancy one.

He saw me one day, invited me in for snacks and cartoons. Though, some were very inappropriate cartoons that he had to have found on a site not meant for children. I'm pretty sure that's where my obsession for naughty toon art started. I began spending all my spare time over there and we ended up forming a very inappropriate type of relationship. And, it could actually be so much worse than just fooling around with my uncle. That's all some trauma causing extremely uncomfortable events that I don't really want to get into and may talk about it more if I get the nerve.

I was a wild, drug and alcohol fueled sex crazed fetish addicted teenager. I got in more trouble than you can imagine. I probably slept with over 75% of the town. Not all exactly willingly, not that it mattered considering my reputation and the fucked up place I called home. I can tell you, my teen years were completely insane and far from normal. I have been with more, older married men before I was old enough to drive, than any woman in the world has probably ever had in her whole life time. And, I'm talking about women with married men fetishes!

Just to give you an idea of my reputation and how corrupt the whole town was, I'll give you some examples. I'm not going to list all the married people I was with, but here's a few that should say more than enough. My softball coach, volleyball coach, special teachers, algebra teacher, spanish teacher, music teacher, janitors, principal, preacher, councilors, cops.... Yeah, you can see where I'm going with this! Doesn't exactly make me look real good. In lack of a better description and at the chance of humiliating myself further, I was the village bicycle and rape bait.

My promiscuous reputation was so bad, nobody had respect for me. The first time I was officially arrested. Well, no officially arrested. I spent hours in a jail cell nude, cuffed with clothespins on my nipples and a butt plug in. I'm not joking! Think that's bad? They found me that way. But, wait until you hear how I bought my freedom. It involved an open mouth and me on my knees. As mean as Mom and Dad could be, a couple of mouthfuls of cum, is way better than them calling her.

I'll get into the full story another time, but I was at a park playing kinky games with a guy. Cops passed by, he panicked, bolted and left me there. Naked, gagged, cuffed, clamped and plugged. Him taking off in a hurry, caught their attention. They turned around to go after him, and my naked butt running through the park caught theirs. Unfortunately, in a town with three cops and always being in trouble, they all knew my reputation, well. And, took advantage of it every chance they got. Mostly, just to torment and humiliate the shit out of me, just because they knew they could.

Long story, short! They pretend to arrest me, searched me in a very inappropriate manner, but be in the back of the car and took me to the sheriff's office. Then spent the whole night tormenting the crap out of me in the cell before taking me home and leaving with my mom, just how they found me.

They wouldn't even let me take out the plug! I tried to while they were "searching me" and they pulled my hands away, pushed it back in and told me they would charge me with tampering with evidence if I did it again. When Mom got a hold of me, holy shit! She tore my ass up!

Yeah, that's the type of town I grew up in. Get humiliated and harassed by the cops, I get punished for it when you get home. Even young! The whole story is really going to shock you when I get around to posting it. And, it only got worse from there. Way worse! I wish I could say that I was joking. And, I really wish I could say I didn't enjoy it and miss it. Even with all the bad! But, I think about home every single day. 

I took off as soon as I was able to leave. I left with an older guy headed back to college, and offered to sneak me into his dorm for a little while. Turns out, it was an all male dorm. You can imagine what kind of meat a girl in an all male dorm is. Word got out! I got spread around and got to live a fantasy for a little while. Until I finally got caught. I was basically kept as a dorm sex slave. Humiliating, but hot!

I did good for a little bit after I got kicked out of the dorm. I kind of started fooling around with a married professor there. He was nice enough to let me use his office to sleep and got me a job at this private school. Yes, I was actually a teacher! A horrible one, but still! It went absolutely horrible! And, my idea of motivation was... Not really suitable for an all male private catholic high school. For a second, I did feel like I got through to them. Inappropriately, or not! And no, it's not as bad as y'all are probably thinking. A little skin goes a long way.

The only reason I even got the job, was because it was a small town and they couldn't find anyone wanting to deal with extremely arrogant, spoiled pain in the ass rich teen boys. God, they were so awful! And before you accuse me of anything, I never actually slept with any student. I slept my way through the faculty pretty good though!

It didn't last too long, and I was repeatedly demoted and I got fired for inappropriate behavior. They started me out trying to teach a History class. All I had to do, was read from the book, and follow the course. I failed measurably! The only thing I correctly taught them, is that hard-ons in class are embarrassing.

You don't want to know if it went when they replaced me and moved me to being a physical education teacher. I'm pretty sure that was a bit of a joke by the principal. Especially since my shorts and shirt, were way too small and tight. I know he did it intentionally. Those poor boys! Their little clothes shorts held nothing back. Shamefully, it was a little flattering!

That went bad, pretty fast! None of those boys respected me and things got a little out of control. When the only other female teacher there complained after she saw me doing stretches in front of the boys in shorts that were way too small with the boys just standing behind me cutting up and watching too closely it was over. I got demoted again!

This was doomed from the start! They made me the freaking librarian! I lost track of so many books! It was so bad! Plus, apparently the library was getting loud and a little unruly, because a lot of the "bad" boys started hanging out there because of me. I had several little stalkers!

After I lost half the books in the library and screwed the shelves all up, I really got demoted! Janitor! It didn't get much worse! Had to wear this ugly blue jumpsuit thing. I hated it! Though, some days, just to spice up my day a little, it's all I would wear. Of course, it was pointed out to me a few times too. The suits were a little thin.

But, that's not the reason I lost that position. I lost that position for... I don't even want to say it, it just sounds bad! In the Principal's own words, there were complaints that I was being too friendly with the students. And, I possibly was! Things were going downhill by that point and half the time I was drunk or high at work. I'm ashamed to admit it, but hell, most of the drugs I got came from the students. 

Anyway! Too friendly meant that the other faculty members didn't like me hanging around with and talking to the students like we were friends. And, ok?! Maybe I was a little flirty and things got a little too touchy. The attention flattered me, and technically they were the ones getting a little touchy. I was just a little too nice and let them take things a little too far at times. But, nothing really bad, just not exactly good. So, I got switched to night cleaning. It went so wrong!

I was getting really bad with my partying. Like, all the time on something. I started getting a little wild at work just for a cheap thrill. Started out testing things while cleaning rooms. Like, in a bra, then topless, then panties... Nobody ever saw it, or said anything and I kept pushing it until I was nude more at work, than clothed. It was stupid, but fun. I didn't completely get away with it every time, but that's not what got me busted and fired.

What got me fired, was getting fucked up and thinking it would be sexy to got into one of the school's chapel rooms and get naked and do something very naughty. What I didn't know was, jimmying the door open with a screwdriver set off a silent alarm warning security. Now, most of the time, the monitors in the security office showed the outside entrances. But, I'm guessing when an alarm goes off, they check the others.

I got butt ass naked and went into a masturbating frenzy for over an hour. I finally came out to put my things up for my lunch break, and I didn't get halfway down the hall before security came around the other end waving me down. Yeah, he pulled it up, and started going back and pulling up others from old recordings. It wasn't good! I got sent home and brought back in just to fire me. Luckily, they didn't press any charges, but I am never allowed back on the property.

When I tell you that alcohol, drugs and my insanely high sexual needs and kink obsession controls my life, I'm not joking. It's not easy to juggle my sexual addiction and life alone. Throw alcohol and drugs into it, and things get crazy and out of control fast. After getting fired, things only got worse!

I had a few crappy jobs that didn't last long. Fired from every one. Lost my apartment and lived in my car. Eventually, on the streets and in shelters. I tried stripping and selling myself for money, alcohol and drugs. Sometimes, just a warm bed for a few nights. That's when I got into a really fucked up situation that I don't know how to even explain. This shit could literally only happen to me.

I got mixed up with this white price drug dealer convicted felon asshole that completely screwed me over. And, almost got me killed in the process. I guess becoming a prison bitch is better than the alternative. But, still extremely shitty!

I hate to say it, but there were things I liked about it. Not just all the drugs, but the way he... Controlled me! Unfortunately, there was more abuse than fun. But, that helpless feeling, even the fear kind of gets me hot and... I don't know how to say it. Peaceful! Stress free, I guess would be a better description. Powerless, stripped of choices and regular life stress like bills, work, friends and family. Just sex, punishment and complete lose of freedom from everyday choices and frustrations. But, the abusive parts, didn't make it worth it in the end. Which, is a perfect example of what I mean by abusive, and dangerous.

So, I'm fucked up on molly and cocaine and bound spread out face down on the bed. I hear the phone ring, he starts freaking out and busts into the bedroom. Yelling about some pissed off guys coming over and having to hide his shit. I'm yelling at him and he was cussing me and calling me every name in the book. Then he grabs me by my hair, and tells me to keep my mouth shut, and starts shoving drugs and money up my ass and in my cunt. Fighting him just got me choked.

He gets everything in me, and it was a very large uncomfortable amount, then he forced a plug in my ass and threatened to hurt me if I said a word. Then he spots 6 or so, mollies on the nightstand. Forces them in my mouth and covers it forcing me to swallow. I got fucked up for a couple of days. I freaked out and started yelling at him, he pulled the ball gag up that was already hanging around my neck, gagged me with it and walked out.

It was a few seconds later, I heard banging and the door got kicked in. There was a lot of yelling and fighting, then 3 large guys busted into the bedroom and saw me. All of them slapped my ass and touched me while they laughed, yelled and trashed the place looking for the drugs. Treating to kill anyone hiding them. I was freaking the fuck out. 

They were arguing back and forth, guns were out, fists were thrown and the whole time I was bound to the bed stuffed full of the very things they were looking for. Which, the guy I was with, apparently never paid for. I pissed myself several times. Hearing them threatening to take me as collateral until he paid really freaked me out. 

The thing that saved me, was the thing that condemned me. He just happened to get raided at that exact moment! I'm not even joking! I'm telling you, this is my life! A room full of scary guys threatening to kill me for the drugs and cash they didn't know I was stuffed with, and her comes every cop and swat officer in town. And, I was the only one to get arrested!

Someone called one of the guys looking for the money and drugs. Somehow they knew that the house was about to be raided. They freaked out and took off! So did the guy I was with. He was nice enough to save the dog and warn the other guy that lived there. But, he just left my ass there high, and not exactly sure why they ran scared. I'm not too bright either. The man's about the smash this place, made no sense to me. Until I heard them above themselves before busting through every entrance into the house. It was some scary shit!

So, I had this bright and stupid idea that really cost me. I wasn't feeling a lot of pain. Scared shitless, but really high and a little relieved it was the cops. Which, still scare the shit out of me, but they're not going to kill me. All this going on and what am I thinking. "If they don't find the drugs and money, I get to keep it. Yeah?! It wasn't a proud, or smart moment in my life.

Obviously, they knew I wasn't anywhere close to sober. The other mollies started kicking in and there was no hiding it. It didn't help that I wouldn't put on close because I was hot. Or, trying to rub and touch everything. Including them! Not to mention, I probably should have been rubbing myself. I know most of this from the police report, because I was fucked up.

Apparently, I was arguing, fighting then, trying to grope them, offered myself to them as a bribe, peed in the kitchen sink while talking to them... Yeah, it was pretty bad! I kind of remember the sink! I freaked out because I hopped up in it so fast, I almost lost the plug. The whole time, refusing to pull the butt plug out. As you can imagine, once I tried to reach around a cops waste to grab his.... Yeah! Cock! That was the end of them entertaining me. I got wrestled down over the back of the couch, pinned down and cuffed. I lost it! Literally!

They pushed me over the couch so hard and fast, with their weight on top of me! The plug popped out and so did half a bag of molly. I clinched but knew it was too late once I felt it dangling out. Holy shit! They started yelling! Drug me out front to the hood of a cop car! They bent me over, called over the only female officer. And, I'm just going to say that it involved latex gloves, no lube and an evidence bag right there in front of everyone. Including, noise neighbors.

I do kind of remember that embarrassment even though I'm sure I was drooling by that point. I know, because it was written in the records, that I was receiving sexual graduation from my cavity searches. Yes, searches! There was a very thorough search at the jail. Another at the prison, but no records of that humiliation.

( Apparently, I said too much for the blog to handle, and have to break this up. So, look for the 2nd entry to continue reading. )