Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

My Master is my hero, he helped me get away from my boyfriend. He gave me direction, purpose, and the ability to stand up against bully supervisors at work.

How, you ask?

I was living with my boyfriend ten years ago. I thought I loved him, wanted to bear his children, grow old and be buried beside him. He wanted to control me, tear down my self confidence, and use me as his sex slave.

Everything went from bad to worse, when I agreed to work for him at his clothing store. He tried to get older single men to fuck me for money.

I was looking for an escape route, no plan existed in my head, I was only looking for an opening. I thought I would have to live like this forever.

One day, while at work, a gentleman came into my boyfriends store, looking for a winter coat. While I was waiting on him, my boyfriend became irate that I was potentially taking his commission. When my boyfriend slapped me, this man, with one punch, laid my boyfriend out cold. I stood, looking at my boyfriend, hoping he was dead. I was so shocked that my opportunity opened up in front of me, that I couldn't move.

I felt a hand gently guiding me to the exit. A hand, placed in the small of my back, pushing me out of the store.

Once outside, holding out the hand that had guided me to safety, the man said, "My name is James."

Still stunned at the events that played out in front of me, I shook his hand, and said, "Kimberly."

He said, "Well, Kimberly, I think we should get a drink to ...

... calm our nerves." "What do you think?"

I took my first real look at this man, tall. Taller than my boyfriend.

Heavy set. Not fat, but fit, and handsome, oh so handsome.

I said, "I'd love to, James."

He took my hand, placing it inside his elbow, and led me to a bar not far from the clothing store. I felt like a fine lady, being treated the way he was, asking me questions about my living situation, which had just disappeared along with all my belongings.

"Don't worry about trivial stuff, we can get you new makeup, hair things, anything you need."

Looking at him, I was wondering who "we" was.

As we approached the door to the nightclub, a man opened the door, standing beside it, holding it for us. James said, "Hey Tony, this is Kimberly, and she needs a quiet place to sit."

Tony nodded in my direction, and said, "No problem boss, I got your spot reserved." Boss? Who was this man?

Tony guided us to a roped off section of the club, taking the reserved sign off the table, as James pulled my chair out, then helping push it in.

Tony brought us drinks with out taking my order. I took a tentative sip, tasting ice tea, I smiled at James. He wasn't trying to take advantage of me, at least not yet.

We sat, talking. Well, me answering his questions about my situation, he said he owned the club, and a couple more in nearby cities, he wasn't in a relationship, living alone at the present.

Did I win the lottery? Was I being lied to? Was he a stalker, or serial ...