Bashir was the first guy who got me lip injections. He knew a doc who did this stuff, and got it cheap. He told him to pump my lips as much as he could. It hurt like hell. Rite after the procedure, i went to the toilet to apply pink lipstick, and it hurt cause my lips were still pretty sore. They dint close on their own, so i talked with a lisp for weeks. Bashir wanted a blowjob that same afternoon, of course,and i almost started crying cause of the tenderness. But damn i looked sexy. I had bleached my hair and applied layers of fake tan, and my huge, brite pink lips were just sooo hot. After a couple of days, it felt great to suck Bashirs fat cock to.

But yeah, this made me even more of a doormat. Bashir told me i owed him bigtime for getting my lips pumped, and he was rite: he made the decition, he payed, and i enjoyed the result. So now i never left his appartement without him. When he was out on business (i dunno what, but i think it was illegal), he had a couple of straight friends watch meh. They just saw me as a low-life faggot, and wouldnt touch me. They hated me bad.

But when he was around, he'd take me out. We'd go clubbin, and id sit at his side smiling, or dance next to the table. He didnt dance, and it woulnt look rite for me to go alone to the dancefloor. Hed send one of his straight friends to watch when i went to the toilet. Other than that, i never left his side.

We'd be joined by his friends, but they all talked a different language, so i never joined the convo. I'd just stare at Bashir, smiling, and giggled when he laughed. All evening he'd be all friendly. But when we got home, he'd turn, get all jealous, shouting and cursing and smackin me around. Having black eyes became routine. He wouldnt let me hide it either. He'd take me out to friends, just to show em he was a hands on man who demanded respect. And i'd just say i deserved it cause i'd been inconsiderate. Hesitated to answer him, or suck his cock or whatever. I needed to respect him more. I mean, he did get me my lips, he did take me shopping for hot clothes.

I get asked why i let myself get stepped on by guys like this all the time. But im not stepped on, im used the way im made. I was just born a slut, its as easy as that. And i accept it. I'm not fit for anything else. Thats why id much better be a doormat than an equal partner.