How I lived 5 for years in slavery: a frank story of a kept woman
'18.07.2019'
Source: Passion.ru
Looking back, I understand that branded accessories, expensive outfits, a regular vacation abroad, a personal driver and an apartment in the center of the capital were not wasted years. But then it seemed to me that I hit the jackpot: a well-groomed man beside him, the performance of the slightest whims and the absence of domestic problems. Not life, but a fairy tale? Unfortunately not. Passion.ru tells the story of a girl who has been a kept woman for five years.
Conquest of the capital
I do not understand girls who dream of tying their fate with the oligarchs. They are ready to literally everything, just to get into the fairy tale they dreamed of. But is this a fairy tale? For example, I never dreamed of a beautiful life. No, I, of course, wanted stability and an impressive bank account, but for some reason I was sure that I would achieve everything myself. After graduating from school brilliantly and having received a red diploma at the university, I decided that I was closely in my hometown, so you should certainly look for happiness in the capital. I was absolutely not afraid to move to where, in fact, no one was waiting for me. I grew up in a complete and well-to-do family. Not the golden youth, of course, but not of those who literally save on everything, trying to stretch their income for a month. My parents always supported me, so they let me go to the megalopolis, believing that everything will work out for me. Before the move, I tried to find a little more information about the city where I had to build my life, but, looking ahead, I would say that the reality turned out to be much harsher.
My modest budget was enough to find an apartment through a realtor. My funds were limited at that time, so it was decided to "hook" me up with some girl in order to save money. The option was chosen quickly - and very soon I was already equipping my room. At first, my neighbor and I lived quite peacefully: she worked as a secretary in a large company, and I pounded the doorstep of organizations, trying to find something that would be interesting for me to do.
Very soon I realized that it was a hopeless undertaking: the competition was huge, and I only had a university and no work experience.
Despite the fact that the funds melted like snow in spring, I flatly refused the help of my parents. It seemed to me that I was already independent, so I should try to improve my life myself. My neighbor helped me pay for the room several times, but at some point she was bored with my financial difficulties, and she recommended me to find a boyfriend, for example, to move in with him and not worry where to get money to pay for an apartment. I just grinned. What kind of men can be when my head is crammed with a job search, and not amorous entertainment? However, when I only had the money to buy fast food, I thought, maybe this is not such a hopeless idea? So I ended up in a private club for top managers, where my roommate took me to explore. There I met Vadim.
Man of my dreams
When we first met, Vadim seemed to me like a real prince: in his 30s, a fit figure and well-groomed appearance, a luxurious car, an elite apartment in the center, an impressive bank account and an unsuccessful marriage under his belt. It even played into my hands - I was not going to run to the registry office, and it was not part of my plans to spend my youth on creating comfort. My main goal was a career, but while I was going to her, I had to live on something. Therefore, an easy affair suited me perfectly, especially since the gentleman was, in my opinion, very worthy. We talked at the club all night. Vadim ordered one dish after another, asked everything about my life - and it was clear that he was really interested. I was amazed by the fact that he did not immediately try to "drag" the girl he liked to his home (or hotel), but enjoyed communicating with her. I honestly told that I would like to get a job in a large company, but so far nothing has come of it. And so “my finances sing romances,” as one famous song said. Vadim took my phone number, promised to think about how he could help me, and then he took me right to the door of the apartment in his luxury car. At the same time, he did not make any attempts to kiss or "touch" me. Gallantly said goodbye and left. It seems that the butterflies in my stomach have never been as active as they were at that moment.
A man of my dreams called me back in two days and immediately got down to business. He offered me to move to another apartment, which he promised to pay for himself, in exchange for our warm communication.
I thought about his proposal for a while and agreed. But she asked me to find something cozy in the center of the capital: I liked the old houses with high ceilings and stucco. And it would be more convenient for him to get there than, for example, to go to me through the whole city through traffic jams. He agreed - and after a couple of days I was examining my new nest.
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Life in a golden cage
Vadim put a personal driver to me, who, besides taking me to salons, boutiques or a fitness center (it was important to my man that I always looked great), paid utility bills, brought me food and solved other household issues if they arose. In addition, my cavalier gave me a credit card, where he transferred 250 thousands monthly, but warned that I can only spend on pre-arranged things (he had an SMS alert connected, so he was aware of all account transactions). We agreed that he would visit me 2-3 once a week, and by the time of his arrival I should be ready (depending on where we were to spend the evening), he regularly gave me decorations, the cost of which I never asked , handbags and shoes of famous brands and so on. In fact, at that moment everything was fine with me. But what could the girl have dreamed of trying to take Moscow by storm, but suffered a fiasco? Of course, I was saddened by the idea that Vadim was against my going to work. He explained this by the fact that he wanted to see a smiling pretty girl next to him, and not a tired shrew with a displeased face. After weighing all the pros and cons, I decided to live by his rules. Yes, and the work, in fact, is not going anywhere, but Vadim can find a more accommodating girl.
For the first few months I enjoyed my new position in society, I could finally appreciate the beauty of the capital and visit places that I myself would never have saved for. I mean expensive resorts where we flew in a private plane.
We could go to Italy in the morning, to Austria in the evening, and return home the next morning. At the beginning, it was all amusing to me, because I had never had anything like this, so I tried to remember every happy moment. Difficulties began after.
It turned out that Vadim is very pedantic and jealous beyond measure. I was not interested in the details of his divorce, but he somehow mentioned that his former passion disappointed him (or betrayed, more precisely). Therefore, now he controlled my every step and specially assigned a driver to me, to know where I am and what I do. And if at first I thought it was funny, then soon I began to strain this state of affairs. I could not go anywhere without him (not counting a beauty salon or a fitness center, but even there the driver tirelessly followed me, checking how much time I spent there), and if we went out together, I was not allowed to say anything extra ( Ideally, I had to be a beautiful picture - to be silent and smile charmingly). It seemed to me that he perceives me as a status accompaniment, not more. As if demonstrating to others that he can afford to “invest” in a girl, buying her luxurious jewelry and expensive clothes. Someone, perhaps, will say that I am a salesman and was smarting for money? But it is not. I slept with only one man and only because I really felt sympathy for him at that time.
But every day it became more difficult. I tried not to pay the card once more, so that I would not participate in the interrogation with the addiction “why, where and why”. This went on for about five years. In recent months, I decided that it was necessary to end this painful relationship (for me it was exactly a relationship, I did not perceive myself as a kept woman) and independently arrange my life. But how could I tell Vadim about it? Hard in business, he was not very soft in everyday life. Therefore, I began to think of ways of retreat.
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Gaining freedom
Once I gave a hint that I would like to please him and invited him to try threesome sex. But with one condition - it should be a young girl, not spoiled by finances and attention. Vadim promised to think, and after some time we went to the same club where our meeting once took place. My man allowed me to choose a candidate myself, grinning that I had already studied his tastes during that time. I decided to make a bet on the arrival - it was more suitable for what I had in mind. A suitable candidate was found almost immediately - a very nice girl modestly sat in the corner, sipping not the most expensive drink in this place.
After scanning her eyes and noting that her outfit and accessories are also clearly non-luxury, I decided to act. Was I sure that my idea would succeed? No, but I had the hope that this pretty person, too, was not just so while away the evening in this place.
I asked to give me some time, discussed the main points with the candidate, and after a while we went to my house.
I’ll skip the details, let me just say that I was going at dawn, when my man and this girl were still sleeping. I took almost nothing with me - only the most necessary things and a few not the most expensive jewelry. Having slipped out of the house, I already knew that Vadim and this person had everything going. After all, it’s not for nothing that I spent so much time with him, studying his tastes and habits. I myself firmly decided to continue to build my life on my own, avoiding communication with the "daddies" and pathological jealous people.
