Confidences on command

My husband ordered me to describe my whore life. I am Maga – mature slut.

I have an order from Mr. Husband, please allow me to introduce myself – I am trash, a waste, a whore, a slave to my entire family. Family is my Lord and Ruler – my husband. Next, Mr. Father, Ms. Mom (but also a slave for all the men in the family), Mr. Older Son and Mr. Younger Son. I’m Maga, 45 years old, the lowest female dog and whore in the hierarchy. My family decided to destroy my clothes (I have absolutely nothing to wear) but also my body. Of course I want to be completely naked and I have to be available to everyone at all times. Sometimes the orders are contradictory, but I am the only one who gets beaten for my mistakes. I will describe my body. I have no, absolutely no hair. I’m bald everywhere, on my head, on my pussy, I have no eyebrows, no eyelashes, nothing. Udders already hanging down heavily, often with weighted nipples, with hundreds of scars from whips, burns, nails and rods driven into the flesh. Of course, the nipples are pierced with tunnels and vertical pins. A bald cunt with 3 inches of saggy labia hanging down, also with 1 inch piercings, 3 in each lip and one in the clit. I also have a ring in my tongue and my front teeth removed so that I wouldn’t be able to bite a cock being sucked even without knowing it. Since I was 16 years old and my parents married me off to Mr. Husband, the blue-purple marks of beatings will never disappear from my body. My tits, stomach, cunt, thighs, ass and back are permanently bruised. They don’t spare my face either, it is often swollen, I have scars on my eyebrows, a broken, deformed nose with a one and a half inch circle in the septum, often split lips and blue-black, puffy eyes. In one word, a bloody creature that knows no other life than pain, suffering, humiliation and torture. Mr. Husband allows my entire family and all my relatives and guests to torture me. Outside the house, I am only taken outside the house on a leash attached to my clitoris by a family member to meet my physiological needs (I have a special box with sand in the garden), but only during the day, and I am washed twice a day. from a garden hose with cold water. Between morning and evening washing, my body is often dripping with household members’ urine, sperm, or I am spat on. At night I sleep in my cell (unless I am doing some chores or being raped, for example at a family party) on a metal bed with a steel spiked mesh, but there is a wooden plate on top of the mesh. I am not entitled to any bedding. However, if I deserve punishment, the slab is removed and I either sleep on a net or, if I can, I prefer to sleep on a concrete floor, it hurts less. I always sleep with my hands in handcuffs, a gag in the shape of a big cock, and two dildos in my cunt and ass. I also have my own shitty potty, which is never emptied because then they throw my meals in there twice a day. My food is dog food, salt waste, vegetable peelings, plus my own or other people’s shit and urine. A loud siren right above my head wakes me up at five in the morning and I have to rush to my parents’ bedroom, where they remove my handcuffs and free me from the gag – cock so that they can pee in my mouth, although Mr. Dad often fucks my mother in the ass and only then pees, and if something leaks despite my efforts, I am whipped. Then I go to my sons’ bedroom, they pee and I often have to suck their young cocks. If someone from our relatives or friends spends the night at our place, I also serve as a potty person. Then I prepare breakfast and the family sits down at the table. I have no right to sit down anytime or anywhere, so I stand or kneel, waiting for a gesture or a nod, then I get under the table, I blow men and I lick women’s cunts. When the family goes to work or school, I start cleaning, from the attic, which is our torture chamber, to the basement where my cell/bedroom is. Everything must be perfectly clean, swept, washed and vacuumed. The smallest detail, a grain, a bit of missed dust or dirt causes me to be hung by my hands or by my udders and receive dozens of whips. Besides, there doesn’t have to be any reason for me to get a few lashes, a punch to the face, or a kick to the cunt. Sometimes I try to whisper that I can’t bear the pain anymore. The effect is that I get an additional penalty. I wrote that I whisper because many years ago, because I often howled in pain during torture, my vocal cords were surgically cut. My family announced that this weekend there will be a big party with a barbecue in the garden again. So I will be repeatedly raped in all my holes, I will definitely be beaten cruelly, they will stick forks and barbecue wires into my body, I will be an ashtray burned by cigarettes, they will hit me with their fists, kick me, and in the morning my mother will rush me with a whip to make me clean faster. after the event. Slaves everyday as usual.
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