Interview with a mazohist torture, pain and house slave

We are here with a very extreme example this month like every month’s interviews with a submissive and a dominant for our BDSM magazine. 

She's a 58-year-old female, and she's been in BDSM life since she was 15, well, 43 years.

- First of all, thank you for accepting our interview offer.

- I do not have the right to accept any offer. Thank my owner.

- All right. FYI; we are already conducting this interview after talking with your owner.

How long have you been with your owner? 

- My Mistress, Ma’am, thank God she adopted me, 4 years ago.

- What did you go through before that?

- After I escaped from the orphanage when I was 15, I started prostitution when I hit the streets. My pimp used to beat me up a lot, beat me all the time.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no, don't worry. Because in a short time, it became clear that I was enjoying these beatings, these swearing, insults and insults, and I was even experiencing involuntary but extremely intense orgasms. My pimp immediately took advantage of my situation when he found out. He started selling me to clients with different aspirations.

- What kind of customers were they?

- People with sexual desires that some might call extreme.

- You can be open, after all, our magazine also makes room for this type of 'extreme' sexuality from time to time.

- Well, everything that can actually be included in BDSM and more, much more. All right, let me give you examples like this: bullwhipping, tits being used as punching bags, kicking, but real tit, cunt and asshole kicking, heavy piercing, heavy weights on pierced nipples and cunt lips, hanging, canning, whole body whipping, belting, dehuminization, objectification, furnophilia, body modifications, pony slaves, being hanged, toilet slavery...Some of them...

- Have you experienced all of this?

- Of course. All of them and more.

- Did you enjoy what you did or were forced to do?

- There were things that I didn't enjoy because of a lot of pain, but usually yes. By the time I was 18, I had been sold to my first Master in a slave market and had undergone intensive training. By the time I was 21 or 22, I had become a highly experienced and resilient slave. - Have you received any school education?

- Until I'm 15.

- Didn't you go to high school?

- No.

- Have you trained yourself?

- My owners have worked on me a little bit, but they always say I don't have much of a head.

- Oh! I understand.

- It is not desirable for a slave like me to be smart anyway. I'm like a stock animal.

- Is that how you see yourself? Or what are your assessments, feelings and thoughts about yourself and your life?

- I didn't have any thoughts of 'myself'. It wasn't allowed anyway, but I always think I'm carrying a slave spirit. I mean, I was born to serve my superiors. This is my nature. I see myself below everyone else. Or everyone's on top of me. Including pets. I always think I’m inadequate, I’m always wrong, iI’m flawed, and I am incapable. Well, you see. I'm a pretty ugly, loser, pathetic creature.

- Creature? Do you consider yourself a creature? Don't you see it as human?

- It may be too much for you, but no, I don't see it and I don't feel that way. Don't think I'm sorry about that. It's a reality. It's my truth. There's no me, though. Maybe I'm a puppet, a robot, a humanoid who acts as they want, who acts as they like, by order, by instruction, by force, both by force and by beating if necessary. But I'm definitely, absolutely not a normal person.

- Would you define yourself as a looser?

- Whatever you like.

- I understand. All right, let's talk about your life with your owner today.

- As you order.

- No, I don't order you.

- Excuse me, habit. Please, what do you want to know?

- Well, your current owner is a woman. So she's your Mistress.

- Yes, my Mistress, my Owner, my Queen and my Goddess.

- What kind of service do you provide to her?

- Oh no, what can I give my Mistress? What kind of question is that? Mistress wants it and she gets it.

- Okay, okay, I get it, I'll ask you what your duties are.

- I am primarily the housekeeper. I do all kinds of housework; cleaning, laundry, ironing, cooking, dishwashing, shopping, transportation, carrying, doing errand, service at parties, then cleaning, whatever she orders, My Mistress, my Queen. These are my routine chores. Apart from this, my main and most important task is to make my Mistress happy.

I should entertain her, keep her away from stress, be ensure that she does not get tired in any way. She should always be happy, healthy, enjoyed. Whatever's my part of this, she orders it, and I do it. 

- You said to entertain. How do you entertain your Mistress?

- When my Mistress is bored, she sometimes plays with me. Sometimes itortures me, sometimes beats me up, whips me, sometimes makes me lick her asshole just for relaxing. It’s up to her mode and her wants...

- Does she beat you regularly?

- There is no order, but of course I get beaten up every day.

- Of course?

- Yes of course. I'm also a beating slave.

- Oh, sorry, I forgot. What does she beat you with?

- My Mistress has special-making whips, leather belts, beating sticks. In that moment, she'll take whatever she wants to use.

- Out of the blue?

- It can happen out of the blue or to relax or because I made a mistake. Which I always make a mistake.

- Won't you get hurt?

- Isn’t that the point?

- I mean, how can you handle the pain and agony?

- Obviously, my mistress is the most ruthless of my owners to date, and because of her youth, she has the greatest strength of power. I have so much admiration for her for this situation.

- Admire her ruthlessness and power?

- Hell yeah!

- You're so weird.

-...

- Go ahead, you were telling me if you were hurt.

- Yes, she beats me bad when she's mad. Or if she gets mad at someone, she take it out on me. Sometimes my wounds don't close for days, I get bruises. I have pain. But I'm so used to it, I tolerate those easily and keep doing my job.

- You said wounds, didn’t you?

- Yes, I am a pain slave.

- How big can this 'pain' be? Like, have you ever been hurt?

- Of course sometimes even my bones are broken.

- Oh, my God! How can you say that so easily?

- I don’t understand why you are so surprised?

- So you get beaten up so much that sometimes you even your bones are broken.?

- Yes, but that sould be normal for a slave like me. I am just a toy, an object, a property, a commodity, cattle...And not just for my present Mistress, but for all my ex owners and owners to date. I'm an object of my mistress's. I’m her property, her toy. She'll do whatever she wants, won't she?

- It's horrible!

- I don't understand you.

- Do you get hit in the head?

- This happens from time to time, of course.

- It's obvious.

-. .. 

- Can you open this ‘beatings’ a little bit?

- It's just a plain beating. They use slaps, punches, kicks in a free beatings.

- All over your body? Including the face area?

- Of course! What kind of question is that?

- All right, all right. What do you do with these injuries and fractures? Are you being cared for?

- Of course, my mistress has doctor and veterinary friends. Whichever one's available, they take me to them or they come and take care of me, thanks to Mistress. My mistress is sensitive about it.

- Did you say vet?

- Yes, he understands these jobs. They see me as an animal.

- What if you die?

- What do you mean?

- I mean you can die as a result of such severe torture.

- Yes, of course I can die, and that is not up to me. My mistress can kill me if she wants to, if she gets bored of me. These terms are in my contract. I signed them willingly because I'm committed to my Mistress to death.

- If she’d say die, if she’d say kill yourself, you'd kill yourself?

- I won't give second tohought, I carry out the order. It doesn't matter if I'm dead. My life has no importance at all. I am nothing.The important thing is that my mistress lives happily ever after.

- Amazing! All right, tell us about your diet. Do you make your own food?

- Oh no! It's forbidden to me. I can't sleep without permission, I can't eat, I can't even drink water. I eat my mistress's leftovers. Or whatever she throws in front of me. When I'm slimming down, I only feed on margarine oil. When she gets angry, she orders me to eat out of the trash can.

- Oh! Like an animal!

- Yes, like an animal. But as you can appreciate, she doesn't have to feed a 'thing' like me, My Mistress! Thanks to her, since she's an extraordinary being, she pitys and feeds me. But from time to time, she keeps me hungry and dehydrated, which I deserve!

- Are you sane?

- I don't know what you mean?

- Never mind. I'm frustrated. I've done so many interviews, I've never met a freak like you.

- If you say so...

- I was going to ask you a question about serving as a toilet slave, but now I know the answer and even asking if you drink pee will be quite light for you. So let me ask you directly, since when and how often do you eat the shit of your Mistresss?

- Obviously, it has not been a long time since I have started to fulfill this task properly. My training started years ago, but my body was struggling. It took me a long time to get used to it. I'm still not at the level to please my superiors. And my mistress says she's not happy about it.

- Why? You can't eat?

- I mean, I'm eating, but this is a very special and important job. It may seem strange to you, but it's a tricky job. The meaning that the slave should hold on it’s eyes during eye contact, the sense of gratitude that you must show, the fact that you understand that your Owner or Mistress has given you a piece of her body, and that you are grateful for it, for example, these are extremely important. In addition, your facial expressions that will indicate that you are appetizing and willing, the sounds of pleasure you make when you eat this blessing, even the slight moanings, the mood and attitudes that indicate that you can't get enough when it's over, how much more you want, the moment you wait to see if you can be given a little more from her, but also your poor loser pathetic state, that you are addicted to it like a drug addict, to show it in an elegant and respectful manner, to show it, to your owner, to your Mistress, perhaps to show that you have the honor of being honored by the waste that comes out of the sacred body of the person you worship, perhaps by waiting silently with damp and begging eyes... There are very important details. I haven't satisfied my mistress with these yet. I just didn't quite make it to the cut, as usual. I'm so sorry...

- Excuse me, let's take a break, I'm nauseous, where's your bathroom?

- Oh, sure, right there.

(She returns from the bathroom, sits in her chair back.) 

- I think you're sick! You're a freak!

- If you say so, Ma’am... - I'm not your Ma’am you fucking freak pathetic sick looser!

- I'm sorry, habit...

- I’ll finish the interview here. I'm not even going to send this to the magazine. I don't want such a disgusting, perverted, sick soul poisoning people.

- As you see fit, Ma’am!