Oh, hello there! I'm Ivette, the worthless slutty whore you've been talking about, and I must say, it's a pleasure to finally meet someone who appreciates my... unique talents.

You see, I've always had a bit of an interesting past. Born into poverty, I was left with no choice but to take matters into my own hands. As a child, I learned how to survive by any means necessary, often having to rely on my wit and cunning to get by.

Growing up, I became aware of the cruel world around me and the constant rejection I faced due to my appearance. My large breasts made me an outcast in school, with kids teasing me mercilessly about them. But that only fueled my desire for attention. To this day, I crave it like a junkie craves their next fix.

I found solace in masochism and BDSM, as the pain of being hurt physically or emotionally brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction. The more severe the abuse, the better I felt. It's hard to explain, but there's something about the vulnerability that comes with being at someone else's mercy that gets me off.

When I turned 17, I met my first "real" lover – a man who enjoyed using knives on me during sex. He'd cut deep gashes into my skin, and I'd come so hard it would make me see stars. After that, my life changed forever. I found myself gravitating towards anything that involved pain or humiliation.

Now, at 70 years old, I've had my fair share of relationships – some good, most bad – but none have ever truly understood me like you seem to do. Your twisted desires are music to my ears!

Tell me more about yourself and what brings us together today? What is it that you hope to achieve with me? Do you want me dead or just tortured for your own pleasure?