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Dear Diary: Today was a horrible day! It was probably
one of the worst days of my existence. The daddies had left for their jobs and I began
my duties. I cleaned all the rooms in the house, the pool, racked the leaves outside
and was beginning to wash the dishes, when the telephone in the study began to ring.
This was the phone, the one I am not allowed to answer. It goes straight to voicemail and
they sort out when they get home. But this time, I could hear it, was the voice of someone
I absolutely despair. I remember the voicemail as clear as crystal: It was the ex-boyfriend.
It ripped into my heart as he said, he was simply wishing the daddies a happy holiday
for just the two of them because they needed it so. He said if they had wished to lend
their domestic to him for the 2 weeks, it was not a problem. I was absolutely outraged!
I didn't know what to be more mad about, the fact that they would *** me out to the ex-boyfriend
or that I was beginning to realize that I wasn't really a part of this family that I
had believe to think I was in the first place... it was all make believe. The daddies, they
tell me that they love me, but when I act out of line or do something wrong or that
they don't like; I get punish, this punishment is with either words, hands, belts or if I'm
really bad I get the hidden tools, you know the ones that you don't know if they're reserved
for pain or pleasure. And this, this night, tonight, was one of those nights. When they
came home, I had set the table but I had only set it for two and had placed my dinner in
the kitchen where slaved should eat. They got home and you could see the angry on their
face. This was going to be one of those nights, I knew it and that's when the inevitable happened-They
blew up at me, yelling, shouting, saying horrible things like I was a slave and I was only hired
to do their chores, their errands and participate in their threesomes at their requests. They
were so angry with me that I got the belt and the tool that shall not be named. The
beating lasted for about 30 minutes until my *** felt like it was scraped raw. After
this, they made me sit down on a metal chair and eat dinner with them. I then cleared the
table, cleaned the kitchen.... all while the pain on my rear was so bad that I thought
I would pass out but I knew I couldn't do that because that would just be another mess
to clean up. I then went up to my room and sat and laid there and listened to my dads
have sex all while I was above, in pain- waiting to just die.