Drecksschlampe
Condemned
1/3/2025 - My life as slave whore
Here is my diary that I have to write for you. I have to update it regularly according to my owner's orders so that you can follow how I am tortured and humiliated by her and find out what a filthy whore I am.
First of all, I have to make one thing clear: I think some of you didn't understand my first post correctly. My life in my self-built dungeon is not a story I made up. I actually built it and am really being held prisoner here by my owner - which is of course what I want. As already mentioned, I have an extremely strong fetish for dungeons, torture and inhumane treatment of women hold captive in the Middle Ages. And I always wanted to live like a real prisoner woman of that time, which I have been doing for 11 years now. So for 5 years now, my Mistress has had control over me and my life. For more details, please read my first introduction post.
In this first entry in my diary I have to tell you about my everyday life.
As I was writing these lines, I realized that some of the things my mistress does to me may sound extremely rough and dangerous. Please be assured that she is a very loving and considerate person. Everything that happens was agreed upon when we first met. She pays close attention to my health, intervenes immediately if there is any doubt, and if something becomes too much for me, she would accept it. She further informs herself about the safety and general possibility of several methods before using them on me. I will go into this in more detail later. But now, let's go, I tell you about my life.
Of course I have no control over my life, just like a real prisoner woman. My mistress decides when I am locked up, where I have to sleep, whether and how I am tortured and what I am allowed to eat. My mistress treats me just as cruelly and inhumanly and humiliating as I have always wanted. She always reminds me that I am worthless, that I am the lowest and most pathetic form of life in the world and that I do not deserve any respect because I am just a dirty slut. She is right about all of this, of course. She spits on me, beats me, kicks me, humiliates me and inflicts the most cruel pain on me, which of course I deserve.
I actually have a regular full-time job, I'm a secretary in a large university hospital. In this job I earn very good money, which my mistress always takes away from me. She had considered whether she should completely forbid me from going to work so that there would be nothing left in my life except my imprisonment. But in the end she decided against it, because she could then run our household with her own salary and then live a good life with mine, or rather expand my prison. So I am also a work slave girl to my owner, because the money I earn is taken away from me and used by my mistress. Another very hot thought.
To the outside world, of course, we act as if we were a completely normal lesbian couple. We go to family celebrations of her and my family and she acts as if I were worthy of being her wife. Because two years ago we got married. Of course, I was not asked for my consent, but was informed that this was going to happen and had no right to object. The wedding wasn't about us being equal people, but rather the mistress wanted to bind me to her forever. To make sure I didn't forget that, she tortured me particularly hard on the wedding night.
But I am not allowed to have any social contacts. I have no friends or anything like that. It's the same with hobbies - I don't have any and I'm not allowed to have any. There should be nothing in my life except the dungeon, torture and my mistress. Just like a real dungeon whore of the Middle Ages. But this was not a decision made by my mistress. I've done it this way from the very beginning and my mistress later just took over. Sometimes I think about it and think how lonely I am and how many beautiful years and experiences of my life I missed because of my life in chains. But that's exactly how the poor women must have felt back then and that makes the thought very nice.
Next I will show you the equipment of the dungeon. It is very realistic and extensive. You must never forget that I have been building this dungeon for 11 years, am very elated by my lifestyle and have therefore always put almost all my money and my ingenuity and my energy into this dungeon.
So, let's start with the torture instruments. I own:
- A rack (self-built)
- A rope to pull a cage or myself up (bought)
- A wooden horse (bought)
- Heavy stone weights that can be hung from my feet (built from purchased materials)
- A nail board that I can stand on barefoot or sit on with my bare ass (self-built)
- A spiked chair (self-built)
- A medieval funnel (bought)
- Shoe insoles with spikes inside to make it harder for me to walk
- Several whips, pliers and iron (bought)
- An electric shock device (bought)
- Several clamps and little weights (bought)
- A soft BDSM version of the pear of anguish (bought - even it's a soft version it hurts like fuck. Unimaginable what the real one must have felt like)
- Needles (bought of course)
We also plan to build or buy a wheel that I can be tied to and a wooden pyramid that I can sit on with my ass or cunt. We can't find one of those for sale anywhere, though. If necessary, I'll probably have to think of a way to build it. My mistress also wants to buy a fire bowl for the garden soon so that she can heat iron in it and torture me with it.
She also tortures me with the electric shock device because she thinks it's hot. I personally don't like that so much, but what I want is worth nothing. So, next I'll introduce you to the different ways of being kept in prison.
- A cell with a barred door in which I can sit, lie and stand normally. In this cell there is an iron leg shackle with which I can be chained to the wall and also a neck iron on a chain (the hole for the cell was crafted by a company, I bought and installed the chain and door.)
- Another cell in the wall with a barred door, but in which I have to stand upright (crafted by the same company.)
- A barred hole in the floor in which I barely have any space (I crafted it myself, therefore it's very uncomfortable.)
- A solid pillory in which my hands and head are immobilized and I have to stand. (Bought as a movable model, converted to a fixed pillory)
- Another fixed pillory, but this time for hands and feet (bought - after a VERY long search for it)
- Several iron chains with which my hands or feet can be chained together.
- An iron chain that chains my neck to my hands (but my mistress also likes to use it for my feet to make me completely immobile.
- An iron chain that chains both feet to a heavy iron ball.
It was really difficult to explain to the company why I need exact holes in the walls. I just confessed, that it was for a sex dungeon. It was ashaming, but I love to be ashamed.
I'm not often allowed to sleep in the normal cell because it's too cozy. Actually, only at Christmas, on my birthday or when my mistress is particularly satisfied with me. Normally I have to sleep in the standing cell or in the hole.
When I am locked up in the dungeon, I have to be naked. I do have a slave dress. But, in keeping with my status, it is just a dirty, ragged sack dress that goes down to my knees. However, I am only allowed to wear it in winter. However, it is sometimes taken away from me in winter as punishment for breaking the rules. The last time that happened two weeks ago. I waa sleeping in the hole overnight and while sleeping I pissed.
My food is also adapted to the life of a woman imprisoned in the Middle Ages. I only get old, dried bread or rotten fruit - not so rotten that it is dangerous, of course. I am also not allowed to eat every day. Refusing food is a normal part of my life and most of the time I have to beg miserably for what I get. I have to say something here, though. Before you start worrying, let me tell you one thing. My mistress is very aware of the danger of something like this and of our lifestyle in general. Even though she treats me extremely cruelly and badly of her own volition, she still pays close attention to my health. She still asks me every day how I am and whether I have any symptoms of illness. Since it is completely cold in the dungeon, it does happen that I catch a cold and if that happens, she immediately breaks out of her role as guard and brings me up to the house and into bed and then nurses me back to health very lovingly. She is actually an extremely nice and loving person and everything cruel that she does to me is only because she knows that we both - including me - want it that way. If I really don't want something, she tries to convince me, but would ultimately accept it. But that has never happened. For example, I wouldn't have had to marry her if I really had something against it. I get food at least every third day, so there is no danger for me. If I do get into any kind of danger due to the lack of food that goes beyond the game, she recognizes it and gives me plenty of food straight away. She would also never torture me in a way that would result in a serious or permanent injury, apart from permanent scars from the whip. I'm just saying that to be on the safe side, before anyone thinks I'm in any kind of danger.
Let's move on. I am allowed to use the internet, but only on this website, so that my life really only consists of being a slave. It was actually another website, but I discovered this one and was here without permission and found it very hot. Since my mistress always takes my cell phone away from me and checks what I've been up to, she discovered it yesterday and as punishment I'm not allowed to eat anything until tomorrow evening (as I said, please read above). But since she also found the website hot, I had to register here to be able to stay here from now on. My mistress keeps track of everything that concerns me via my account on this website.
So, now you know my miserable life as a medieval prisoner woman of my mistress. I have lived it for 11 years and still love it. And I think that's how I will live for the rest of my time - as a dirty, worthless, stupid whore, locked up in a dark dungeon. I never want it any other way, my life is perfect. From now on I will write regular diary entries here so that you can follow my life in captivity, my torture and just everything. My mistress had another idea and that is that you can have a say in my captivity. She says you can comment on your ideas or fantasies about what should happen to me or what she should do to me. If she likes it, she will implement it. What I want is, as already mentioned, worthless anyway. As a defenseless prisoner woman, I have no choice but to surrender to my fate.
Further, if you want to ask me any questions, do it then. I have to answer anything, if I like or not.
Here is my diary that I have to write for you. I have to update it regularly according to my owner's orders so that you can follow how I am tortured and humiliated by her and find out what a filthy whore I am.
First of all, I have to make one thing clear: I think some of you didn't understand my first post correctly. My life in my self-built dungeon is not a story I made up. I actually built it and am really being held prisoner here by my owner - which is of course what I want. As already mentioned, I have an extremely strong fetish for dungeons, torture and inhumane treatment of women hold captive in the Middle Ages. And I always wanted to live like a real prisoner woman of that time, which I have been doing for 11 years now. So for 5 years now, my Mistress has had control over me and my life. For more details, please read my first introduction post.
In this first entry in my diary I have to tell you about my everyday life.
As I was writing these lines, I realized that some of the things my mistress does to me may sound extremely rough and dangerous. Please be assured that she is a very loving and considerate person. Everything that happens was agreed upon when we first met. She pays close attention to my health, intervenes immediately if there is any doubt, and if something becomes too much for me, she would accept it. She further informs herself about the safety and general possibility of several methods before using them on me. I will go into this in more detail later. But now, let's go, I tell you about my life.
Of course I have no control over my life, just like a real prisoner woman. My mistress decides when I am locked up, where I have to sleep, whether and how I am tortured and what I am allowed to eat. My mistress treats me just as cruelly and inhumanly and humiliating as I have always wanted. She always reminds me that I am worthless, that I am the lowest and most pathetic form of life in the world and that I do not deserve any respect because I am just a dirty slut. She is right about all of this, of course. She spits on me, beats me, kicks me, humiliates me and inflicts the most cruel pain on me, which of course I deserve.
I actually have a regular full-time job, I'm a secretary in a large university hospital. In this job I earn very good money, which my mistress always takes away from me. She had considered whether she should completely forbid me from going to work so that there would be nothing left in my life except my imprisonment. But in the end she decided against it, because she could then run our household with her own salary and then live a good life with mine, or rather expand my prison. So I am also a work slave girl to my owner, because the money I earn is taken away from me and used by my mistress. Another very hot thought.
To the outside world, of course, we act as if we were a completely normal lesbian couple. We go to family celebrations of her and my family and she acts as if I were worthy of being her wife. Because two years ago we got married. Of course, I was not asked for my consent, but was informed that this was going to happen and had no right to object. The wedding wasn't about us being equal people, but rather the mistress wanted to bind me to her forever. To make sure I didn't forget that, she tortured me particularly hard on the wedding night.
But I am not allowed to have any social contacts. I have no friends or anything like that. It's the same with hobbies - I don't have any and I'm not allowed to have any. There should be nothing in my life except the dungeon, torture and my mistress. Just like a real dungeon whore of the Middle Ages. But this was not a decision made by my mistress. I've done it this way from the very beginning and my mistress later just took over. Sometimes I think about it and think how lonely I am and how many beautiful years and experiences of my life I missed because of my life in chains. But that's exactly how the poor women must have felt back then and that makes the thought very nice.
Next I will show you the equipment of the dungeon. It is very realistic and extensive. You must never forget that I have been building this dungeon for 11 years, am very elated by my lifestyle and have therefore always put almost all my money and my ingenuity and my energy into this dungeon.
So, let's start with the torture instruments. I own:
- A rack (self-built)
- A rope to pull a cage or myself up (bought)
- A wooden horse (bought)
- Heavy stone weights that can be hung from my feet (built from purchased materials)
- A nail board that I can stand on barefoot or sit on with my bare ass (self-built)
- A spiked chair (self-built)
- A medieval funnel (bought)
- Shoe insoles with spikes inside to make it harder for me to walk
- Several whips, pliers and iron (bought)
- An electric shock device (bought)
- Several clamps and little weights (bought)
- A soft BDSM version of the pear of anguish (bought - even it's a soft version it hurts like fuck. Unimaginable what the real one must have felt like)
- Needles (bought of course)
We also plan to build or buy a wheel that I can be tied to and a wooden pyramid that I can sit on with my ass or cunt. We can't find one of those for sale anywhere, though. If necessary, I'll probably have to think of a way to build it. My mistress also wants to buy a fire bowl for the garden soon so that she can heat iron in it and torture me with it.
She also tortures me with the electric shock device because she thinks it's hot. I personally don't like that so much, but what I want is worth nothing. So, next I'll introduce you to the different ways of being kept in prison.
- A cell with a barred door in which I can sit, lie and stand normally. In this cell there is an iron leg shackle with which I can be chained to the wall and also a neck iron on a chain (the hole for the cell was crafted by a company, I bought and installed the chain and door.)
- Another cell in the wall with a barred door, but in which I have to stand upright (crafted by the same company.)
- A barred hole in the floor in which I barely have any space (I crafted it myself, therefore it's very uncomfortable.)
- A solid pillory in which my hands and head are immobilized and I have to stand. (Bought as a movable model, converted to a fixed pillory)
- Another fixed pillory, but this time for hands and feet (bought - after a VERY long search for it)
- Several iron chains with which my hands or feet can be chained together.
- An iron chain that chains my neck to my hands (but my mistress also likes to use it for my feet to make me completely immobile.
- An iron chain that chains both feet to a heavy iron ball.
It was really difficult to explain to the company why I need exact holes in the walls. I just confessed, that it was for a sex dungeon. It was ashaming, but I love to be ashamed.
I'm not often allowed to sleep in the normal cell because it's too cozy. Actually, only at Christmas, on my birthday or when my mistress is particularly satisfied with me. Normally I have to sleep in the standing cell or in the hole.
When I am locked up in the dungeon, I have to be naked. I do have a slave dress. But, in keeping with my status, it is just a dirty, ragged sack dress that goes down to my knees. However, I am only allowed to wear it in winter. However, it is sometimes taken away from me in winter as punishment for breaking the rules. The last time that happened two weeks ago. I waa sleeping in the hole overnight and while sleeping I pissed.
My food is also adapted to the life of a woman imprisoned in the Middle Ages. I only get old, dried bread or rotten fruit - not so rotten that it is dangerous, of course. I am also not allowed to eat every day. Refusing food is a normal part of my life and most of the time I have to beg miserably for what I get. I have to say something here, though. Before you start worrying, let me tell you one thing. My mistress is very aware of the danger of something like this and of our lifestyle in general. Even though she treats me extremely cruelly and badly of her own volition, she still pays close attention to my health. She still asks me every day how I am and whether I have any symptoms of illness. Since it is completely cold in the dungeon, it does happen that I catch a cold and if that happens, she immediately breaks out of her role as guard and brings me up to the house and into bed and then nurses me back to health very lovingly. She is actually an extremely nice and loving person and everything cruel that she does to me is only because she knows that we both - including me - want it that way. If I really don't want something, she tries to convince me, but would ultimately accept it. But that has never happened. For example, I wouldn't have had to marry her if I really had something against it. I get food at least every third day, so there is no danger for me. If I do get into any kind of danger due to the lack of food that goes beyond the game, she recognizes it and gives me plenty of food straight away. She would also never torture me in a way that would result in a serious or permanent injury, apart from permanent scars from the whip. I'm just saying that to be on the safe side, before anyone thinks I'm in any kind of danger.
Let's move on. I am allowed to use the internet, but only on this website, so that my life really only consists of being a slave. It was actually another website, but I discovered this one and was here without permission and found it very hot. Since my mistress always takes my cell phone away from me and checks what I've been up to, she discovered it yesterday and as punishment I'm not allowed to eat anything until tomorrow evening (as I said, please read above). But since she also found the website hot, I had to register here to be able to stay here from now on. My mistress keeps track of everything that concerns me via my account on this website.
So, now you know my miserable life as a medieval prisoner woman of my mistress. I have lived it for 11 years and still love it. And I think that's how I will live for the rest of my time - as a dirty, worthless, stupid whore, locked up in a dark dungeon. I never want it any other way, my life is perfect. From now on I will write regular diary entries here so that you can follow my life in captivity, my torture and just everything. My mistress had another idea and that is that you can have a say in my captivity. She says you can comment on your ideas or fantasies about what should happen to me or what she should do to me. If she likes it, she will implement it. What I want is, as already mentioned, worthless anyway. As a defenseless prisoner woman, I have no choice but to surrender to my fate.
Further, if you want to ask me any questions, do it then. I have to answer anything, if I like or not.
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