Life as a Gooner... Sissy pornstar (Patreon)

Break free

After that day, seeing the videos of what he did to you. Seeing the comments, begging that they didn't want to see you overdosing. The diehards of diehards of fans are still there, but even they're worried about your safety and health.

You finally break down, crying and sobbing loudly. Tom walks in and finds you having an emotional breakdown. He stares at you.

"What's the matter slut?" He said.

"Leave me alone!" You told him in a stern voice.

"Okay. I understand you have been under a lot of stress lately. Why don't you and I go out for lunch? My treat, kitten." He said.

"No! You are not going anywhere near me, ever again." You said to him. Your mind thinking of what to do. You know that he only wants to manipulate you into doing more work for him. To keep you around so he can make money off of your ruined body.

"Don't talk to me like that." He said angrily, raising his voice. "You are mine. I took everything from you, little boy. There's nowhere for you to run from this. Come, sit. We can talk things out like adults." He motioned to the living room couch. "Come on, sweetie. Just come over and listen to me." He said.

You got up from the floor, looking into his eyes. This man had every aspect of your life in his grasp. He smiled knowing he could push you around. You walk away from him to your room, locking the door. He bangs on it.

"Get your ass out here NOW!" He demands. "Do you think that will protect you?"

You grab your phone call 911 and explain everything to them. "Someone trying to hurt me. Please hurry." He slams his body against the door, busting it open. You stand there, not looking back at him as you stare out the window.

He grabs your arms holding you in place as you hang up the phone. "So bitch you trying to leave? I'm your fucking daddy. I gave you a new life. You better show me some damn respect!" He said.

"No. You stole my life." You said pushing him off you. The cops pull up as you run to the front of the house. They got out of the car, pulling out their taser. They tell you to stop moving. "I'm the victim. He's the one who did it." You said, pointing over at Tom.

He walks to the door as they ask him to put his hands behind his head. They take him into custody as you watch. You never felt a sense of freedom before now. After years of abuse. You are finally free from his control.

"Don't think you free from me, sissy. I'll find you one day and put you in your place." He barks out. You knew he'd get out, but he didn't do anything to you.

...

Six months after rehab

You felt happy. Full of love and life as a rich fan pay for the medical bills you acquire for your addiction. They even bought you a home in another state far away from California.

The fan is your popular chef from one of those cheesy competition shows. It takes a while, but you two slowly fall in love with each other. You're not ready to move forward as they wait for you to be completely healed from Tom's damage to your soul.

Your heart is happy with the support that your real friends give you. The internet loves that you came out clean about your battle with addiction. Many of your old fans came out to support you.

Your old life is behind you now. And you're happy. You married the chef. He was a fan of your former work, but he also is a fan of the new person you are becoming.

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