I taught my daughter about sex

Mother makes her 10-year-old daughter aware of “specific” sex and eroticism.

– Mom, what is sex? My friends at school said something about it, or rather whispered, as if they were ashamed? – this is the question my daughter asked me when she came home from school.
– And what else at school? – I tried to change the subject. I’m only 22 years old and have absolutely no experience in raising awareness for anyone.
– Normally, although Kiks, who, as I told you, called himself my boyfriend, became more insistent. I actually like him and the girls are a bit jealous of me. He also mentioned something about some sex. Will you finally tell me what it is? – I was wondering for a moment how to get out of the situation. Justa turned 10 in just 3 days. Preparations for a large combined birthday party and its initiation were underway. This was the case with me, my mother, my grandmother and so on. This applied to all women in our family and in the country. This was the Law and any deviation was severely punished. A 10-year-old girl was supposed to become a woman, and thus satisfy all the male members of the family and others.
– Honey, you will learn and experience everything on your birthday, do you know that it’s in just 3 days? You will also find out why my grandmother and I walk around almost naked at home, why it is sometimes difficult for us to sit down, or why we kiss men’s hands, and you already kiss Mr. Dad, Mr. Grandpa and Mr. Brother –
– Yes, mom, but you can tell me what awaits me, right?
– Okay, but I’ll tell you this in very general terms. You will be taught the details after your birthday and in a special school. So yes, sex is every woman’s duty to satisfy erotic desire, above all, and all the whims of men –
– What about us, we don’t have to be satisfied? –
– Justa, darling, if Mr. Man allows us to do this, it is a reward, an honor and something extremely pleasant, it’s called an orgasm –
– Mom, is orgasm the tickling in my cunt when I play with it myself? –
– Almost darling, just now imagine that tickling feeling a thousand times stronger!!! –
– Oh, wonderful! Mom, but do we have to do what they want us to do? –
– Exactly! This is what women are made for. We are, in a sense, the property of men, and they have the right to demand absolute obedience from us –
– You know, mom, my friend’s parents once took her to school, and when they got out of the car, her dad started hitting her mom in the face, very hard! And you know, I even got a little scared. But when I asked my friend about it, she just shrugged and said “it’s normal” –
– She told you the truth. Yes, honey, it’s normal, a man can punish his wife or another woman as he wants and whenever he wants –
– Hmm, does dad beat you? – the question only seemed troublesome, the answer was simple.
– Yes, dear, very much so. But that means dad loves me very much! And he rarely denies me pleasure, i.e. orgasm, unless my behavior irritates him very much –
-Mom, don’t be angry with me, but once, when I was coming home early from school, I accidentally saw the door open and I saw dad pushing something into you and hitting you on the back with a whip. I thought he was very angry with you –
– That’s exactly what happened, honey, I upset daddy and he beat me really hard. And then he didn’t let me orgasm anymore. Yesterday he also beat me, he beat me badly. –
– What did you do to him? –
– Oh, my fault and oversight. Mr. Dad had a bad day at work, when he came back he wanted to relax and he just wanted sex, which, as I told you, a woman can never, ever refuse a man. However, it happened that I got my period and my Mr Husband and your MrDad got blood all over him. My obvious fault. And these are the consequences –
Here I turned my back to Justa, pulled up the only clothes a woman can wear, an almost transparent tunic, tied on the shoulders so that I could take it off at any time and stand naked. My daughter looked at my body, “decorated” with blue-violet stripes from the whip, with a rather indifferent face. Then I stood in front and Justa could see my udders and cunt, which were equally bruised.
– Mom, you know, once a friend showed us a very old photo and there was a naked woman with hair on her cunt! My friends laughed that it was impossible and I think he drew them himself! –
-No, Justa, honey, women used to have hair on their cunts, but now the law forbids it. My hair grows too, but every woman is obliged to depilate it very thoroughly. Your hair will also start to grow and you will have to remove it if you don’t want additional beating. –
– Mom, why are your boob piercings bloody? – she asked naively.
– Dad suspended me in our basement playroom while beating me by the piercings in my udders. Even I struggled with such cruel beating, hence the torn earrings –
– Did it hurt a lot? – dear child.
– Justa, honey, believe me, you will see this many times, probably on your birthday –
​- Mom, I really want to be a woman, just like you, Grandma Rita and your sister, Aunt Iva. And I want earrings too! My friend already has one, but she is 4 months older. And besides, Stan already beats me for anything, except with his hand –
– I know, honey, but Mr. Stan, your brother, as a Man, also has the right to do so. He also beats me sometimes and he has the right to do so because Mr. Dad allowed him, and so did Grandma –
– Mom, all this sex is a bit complicated, mom –
– Justa, only apparently, everything is much more simple than it seems. We have the duty to serve our Masters, satisfy them and be absolutely obedient, and that’s all! –
– Thank you, mommy. Oh, and what was Mr. Dad pushing into you, if I may ask? –
– Of course you can. To satisfy men’s desire, we women have cunts, asses and mouths, sometimes, as in my case or my grandmother’s case, also udders if they are of such a size. Our Men have cock, balls and sometimes some people like to have their asses used. Your Mr Dad and Mr Grandpa sometimes use your brother’s ass, even though he doesn’t like it. –
– It’s good for him! – I quickly jumped towards my daughter and shot her in the face with all my strength! She was in a lot of pain and started crying.
– Never and under no circumstances say that, or even think that about Gentlemen!!! If any Man heard this, you would face at least a week of torture and rape in all your holes. They would shave your head too!!! – I shouted at my daughter
– I’m sorry, mommy, I’m very sorry – she came here and started kissing my hand.
– Will you beat me?
– No, but think of it as a conversation about sex. Now go to your room and change. Daddy will be home soon –
Justa took her bag with textbooks and went to her room. I had to cool down a bit and muster some enthusiasm when greeting Mr. Husband. Justa didn’t have much to change, she had to take off her skirt that reached 2 centimeters below her buttocks, knee-high socks and a thin silk blouse. Girls were not allowed to wear anything more than other women to school. Besides, they didn’t even know that there was such a thing as panties or bras long ago. My grandmother told me about it. A standard formal tunic was waiting for her spread out on the bed. They were two rectangular pieces of almost transparent material tied at the shoulders and sides. Moreover, all women had to wear high heels, including to school. Justa had these only 4 centimeters high, but she was very proud of them! Mine were 10 centimeters, and I also saw women wearing 15 centimeter heels, and the straps around their ankles were fastened with padlocks, so they could never take them off without their Mr Husband’s or Owner permission.
I checked to see if everything was perfectly prepared for dinner. Finally, I heard a car in the driveway, I went to the door, took off my tunic and waited naked for Mr. Husband. When he entered, I knelt down, kissed his hands and looked questioningly into his face.
– Too – he said briefly. I knew what to do after 10 years of training. I unzipped his fly, took out his huge organ and, inch by inch, plunged the entire 27 centimeters into his mouth and down his throat. This wasn’t the time for a blowjob, and after a while I felt urine flowing straight into my stomach. When he finished I said
– Thank you and hello, Mr. Husband –
– I’m hungry like a wolf! – I looked at his face and knew that a light joke would not end in a beating
– Is my Mr. Husband hungry for dinner or me? I joked.
He laughed heartily, and I felt very warm inside and… wet in my cunt.
– You know slut? You are perfect whore-wife!!! I think our almost adult daughter will follow in your footsteps.

Right now it,s end. The awareness raising will continue.
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