My trip through White Slavery.

I was turned into a teenage white slave before I knew what happened to me.
They say love is an addiction for some women, and I met a guy who knew how to use love to tie me up in his world tighter than if he had chained me to his bed. By the time he was finished with me he literally owned my teenage white body, and of course he could do anything he wanted to me.
I was in my freshman year of college, away from home and the few friends that I had, working on weekends in a mall to help pay my tuition. I worked in one of those stands in the center of the isle selling immitation jewlery. I was bored... and lonely. The guys in my class would not talk to me because they were to shy and immature.
This guy had been talking to several people in the mall and I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was talking to all kinds of people, young and old, all races, male and female. And he kept passing out business cards. I just did my job and didn't think much about it.
Finally he stopped at my kiosk just to look over the jewlery for his girlfriend. He was real intresting to talk to, he was a black gentleman trying to get a photography studio off the ground, and he had been through a lot with all of the dissapointments in starting a business.
As we talked, he seemed to be studying me, then he asked if I would be intrested in coming to an audition. I was flattered, I always dreamed of being a model, and he said he would give everyone who came for the shoot $50 for their time. He said I could bring someone with me if I like. He might even be intrested in photographing them. His offer sounded safe.
His next photo session was to be Saturday and he gave me the address of his studio. I started to ask someone to go with me, but I didn't think anyone would be willing. I took a bus to his studio, which was in a not very good are of town.

When I got to the studio,I was put completely at ease. The environment was very professional, and quite festive. There were all types and kinds of people there. All went in for a session, given there money and told they would be called. When it was my turn, I went back there was a female assistant there to make sure I was comfortable and safe. Taylor took some basic photos, talked briefly about what they were looking for, was very professional, and didn,t ask for anything inappropriate.The whole thing was a blast. They were very supportive, told me how pretty I was, and how they were impressed with my "approachability". They said consumers liked plain models because they identified with them. I was really flattered, I always thought I was kind of ugly.
I took the bus back to my dorm dreaming of maybe doing some more shoots, maybe getting an assignment for an ad that would be more just for the fun of it to see me in print.
That week, I focused on my studies and work. I got home late one night, and there was a message from Taylor on my answering machine.I had been selected for another session, and he wanted to know when I could come in.
Now my day-dreaming went into high gear. I dreamed of being a very successfull swimsuit model, driving a new Mustang to class payed for by the fees that I earned. I already picked out the trendy are of town I planned to move to. I even dreamed I would have a super-hot, european, jet-set boyfriend.Iwas so excited. My very boring life was about to change dramatically. (I at least got that much right).
I went to the shoot, Taylor and his assistant were there, and everything was the same as the first except that we were the only ones there. Taylor called the first shoot a cattle call,where they invite all potential candidates.
Now they only invite people that have real potential.My eyes were gleaming.
After the shoot I asked about my chances. Taylor said that I had the "right look". And he thought I would get some sort of an assignment. Then I made a huge mistake. I asked about the possibility of modeling swimsuits or racy longerie. Though he tried to hide it, Taylor's face lit up. He said that he would pursue that idea with me.(did he ever)
I trusted and liked Taylor and his assistant, that was my mistake, though I didn't realize it at the time. Taylor used my dream of being an underwear model to seduce and enslave me, and he was so slick I didn't realize it until he controlled me completely.

Over the next few weeks, there were more shoots, more fees, and a lot more encouragment. I really enjoyed working with Taylor and his assistant,Denise.
Denise was a lot of fun to be with,we became good friends, she even visited me in my dorm even though she was about 30. Taylor took a lot of random photos,he kept assuring me he was sending my photos to his associates for review. I wish he would have been straight-forward and said pimps, then I would have known what was coming.
Then Taylor called with what he called a "break". He said an account executive was intrested in me modeling his bathing suit line! He said Denise would go out with me and by some clothes for the shoot. I was nervous. Fantasies are one thing, but I am not sure I am ready to actually appear in front of a camera half naked. But Denise and Taylor are great people so I decide to see what it is like.
I was really surprised. Denise and I went to a discount store and bought very basic clothes sets for me to be photoed in. I wasn't going to be photoed in a bikini unless the client was ready to commit and pay. The closest I came to a bathing suit was shorts and a halter top. I could handle that. The only thing I found odd was that Denise bought clothes for me that would be more appropriate for a 15 year old girl, and I didn't think it looked good on me. Denise assured me that ad people noticed a young woman's form (so do pimps, but she left out that detail)and that anything that could emphasize mine would add to the likelyhood of a contract and increase the fee.
The shoot was the next day and Taylor took lots of photos. They were both very encouraging and very easy to work with. They made sure I wore clothes that were revealing but not threatening. Taylor called me on Tuesday
and said the ad man wants to come to the next shoot personally and see how I would do in a bathing suit. I was nervous, but Denise assured me that the suit would be a very modest, plain, two piece and she was right. I wouldn't be afraid to wear this anywhere.

I went to the shoot so scared I couldn't go in. I ran home and cried all day. Taylor called me and left three messages to see where I was. I finallly got up the nerve to call him back and told him of my fear. He said that was normal for new models and suggested that we all could get together just for a day of fun. My heart melted. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Taylor suggested that next Saturday we all hang out for the day, I could meet"Gino" and see that he is just as supportive as the rest of us. Taylor said that they all understood how hard it was for a new model when they realize that they are actually going to be paid for a professional shoot.
I closed my eyes and saw myself parking my Mustang at the airport and jetting off to Europe to meet my playboy boyfriend where we would spend the weekend ducking the poveratzi and staying in very expensive hotels at his expense having awesome sex.
Saturday we met and had a great day.Gino, Taylor, and Denise were great friends who have seemed to have worked together for years. Gino was awesome. He was not what I expected. He was black, about 30, and very muscular. We played putt-putt golf, walked through a park, and had lunch. By the end of the day
we were informal couples, Taylor and Denise, Gino and I. Gino asked when I would be available for the shoot, and I said Monday afternoon. Gino offered to pick me up at campus, but I said that would not be neccessary, then I thought for a minute and said I might like that. I began to think that I found my boyfriend right here in town. But I was sure Gino already had somebody' he was so cool.

Monday afternoon it was raining hard and very gloomy. Everyone was struggling to keep their books dry as they left their last classes. My knight (Gino) showed up in a shimmering orange Escalade,it was SO COOL. Everyone looked to see who this really cool car was coming to pick up, and it was ME!
I got into his car, layed my books on the floor and got a warm ride past all of the people who usually ignore me. "See ya later boys, I got a man who knows things you aint had time to learn!"
As he drove me to the studio he said he was afraid the shoot my go late and asked if I would like to have dinner with him at his apartment. He prepared something on Sunday that just needed to be warmed up. Of course I said yes.

When we got to the studio I was drenched. Denise helped me dry off and get into clothes for the session. I put on one plain but rather skimpy set of clothes after another. The shorts were a little too short, tight, and revealing but everyone was very warm and encouraging. Taylor took numerous photos of me and Gino kept teliing me how perfect, beautiful, and natural I am.I began to think how silly it was to dream of a european boyfriend when I had a perfectly good boyfriend right here.
I thought about Gino more as I posed and got nervous. How do I tell him I am intrested? Would he even think of me as anything but a friend? We got to the point where I was to pose in the bikini and all of a sudden Taylor started getting interupted. We were doing the bikini shoots and Taylor kept getting called away. Gino and I started to flirt. The more I sat around in a bikini waiting to be photoed, the more Gino and I flirted. Then Taylor and Denise had to leave to run an errand. I noticed a disposable camera on the counter and had an idea. I asked Gino how he would handle a shoot where he wanted to make it look like my bikini top had become undone in a wave. He said he would tape the bikini straps to my sides and then untie the back. I silently took a deep breath and told him to show me. As he reached for me to put the tape on the straps, I put my hand on his, looked deep into his eyes and smiled. He knew my thoughts.

Gino had my bikini off of me as if he was removing a piece of jewlery. He was on me like he had done this a million times before. He did more than make love to me, he worked me over completely. I felt like I was getting on a roller coaster, and once the ride starts,you don't get off, just enjoy it.
Everything was so romantic. The rain was pouring down, it was chilly outside, we were in our friends' studio and they could walk in anytime. Gino was so awesome, he didn't even remove his clothes, his total focus was my pleasure. He was everywhere on me.
I didn't realize I could preform oral sex, but Gino was so gentle. He showed me what to do so having him in my mouth wouldn't be so threatening. I got closer and closer to his penis until I finally just went down on him, it was a blast and he repayed the favor ten times over.
When we were finished, we layed next to each other for a while almost in our own little conspiracy that we had just gotten away with something. I was hoping Taylor and Denise would come back before we got cleaned up and dressed so I could show them Gino and I were now a couple.
As we got dressed, I told Gino again that I would be over for dinner. He told me he had a special dessert planned for the evening and we both laughed at our little inside joke.

After the shoot, I went back with Gino to his apartment. He did have dinners waiting that he made previously and had in the refrigerator. He pulled them out, heated them in the microwave, and we had a quick dinner. We both wanted to get onto the night's activities, which was each other.
We finished dinner and spent the rest of the night on Gino's couch. Gino was all over me to the point of dominating me.
By midnight I was exhausted to the point where I fell asleep on his floor. Taylor's studio seemed a very innocent, distant memort. As I drifted off to sleep, Gino went into his bedroom, got a blanket and two pillows for us, came back, covered me up, layed down next to me and went to sleep on the floor.
In the morning, Gino drove me over to campus and dropped me off. It was so neat! Everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw Gino's car pull up and drop me off.
Now Gino calls me every night. I claim I need to study, but really love having Gino call me up and try to talk me into spending time with him. Of course, every night we are together we end up in his bed. The next morning he drops me off at campus. He also is having more shoots for me. The only thing I don't really like is that each shoot involves me wearing less and less clothing, or if I am fully dressed, the clothes are prettty tight, and the kind a fifteen year old girl would wear.Gino tells me these photos attract talent scouts (he shoud have said pimps).

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