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It is a student, a high school senior, who is owned at all times. It is forbidden from wearing any undergarment or bra at any time no matter what, and it is forbidden any clothes at all whenever alone in master's room. It's bowels are frequently punished by enemas and each day it edges again and again but it is never allowed to reach orgasm.

Long ago at the beginning of it's ownership it asked master to lower it to a state of perpetual suffering, the put it in it's place, and each day it gets closer to this ultimate goal. A low point is under "A New Computer, Losing Track of the Days" which was the most terrible experience in it's meaningless life.

Each day it needs two dares to carry out. It's limits are very few, and mostly do not hinder the actual task, only how it will be shared. It will not go on camera, post images, or otherwise do anything to reveal it's vanilla identity or out it to it's vanilla friends and family. Other than that it will do almost anything.
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Report Day 136

Posted 04-08-2013 at 05:45 PM by awkwardgirl6

Master was understanding and pleased with it's report, which in turn pleases it. It is very lucky to have a master such as the one it has, and while the punishments it will be enduring are terrible it feels much of the raw terror it felt was unfounded. Master is firm, but not cruel, though he has every right to be.

It is now finally allowed to wear underwear for a while, which means it'll start wearing those short denim skirts it bought a while back (today it wore it's normal sports gear). That is it looking on the bright side, being optimistic, but of course in reality this is nothing to be happy about. As one of it's punishments it'll be wearing a thong with sandpaper in the crotch all week, and while master didn't specify, it assumes he means course sandpaper that rubs it's poor little pussy and clit raw, to the point of bleeding. There were times over the course of the school day it was fighting back tears the pain was so intense. It couldn't move without amplifying the pain, so naturally it's stupid self conscious kept compelling it to squirm around in it's seat.

Of course provided it is sanitary, this isn't any kind of safety risk to it, just so no one thinks master is being abusive (it seems even those into hardcore bdsm will cringe at the thought of blood in so....sensitive an area). In fact master has even assisted it's cleanliness, as he's decreed that for three days this week it'll wear a ginger plug for twenty four hours. It could have done this today, the plug would have probably provided some protection from the sandpaper, but it wanted the ginger to be against raw flesh covered in abrasions to amplify it's pain. It does not look forward to this, ginger hurts terribly and such long-term wear will probably mess with the pH down there quite a bit, but c'est la vie.

Upon arriving home from yet another hellish track practice, one that left it in tears and bloody, it arrived home and eagerly stripped nude. There was luckily no one home. This next part it wanted to get over with quickly. Using the wooden spoon (master said paddle but wooden spoon was the closest thing it had at that moment) it administered 300 strokes to the pussy, 500 to the breasts, and 700 to the rear. They were all terrible, leaving it in tears, dragging it's naked form to the bathroom for what would be replacing dinner that night. All it's most personal, private areas, places she'd been brought up to think were hers (back when it was a "her" and not an "it") and sjhould be safe, now knew nothing but pain. Something about this spanking in particular was really hard, it wasn't the most strokes, given it's already weakened state they probably weren't the hardest, but man they hit home. It was awful, the exact kind of pain it deserves.

What would be replacing dinner was master's special concoction, "yuck water". A perfectly safe mixture designed to taste bad. The recipe is three cups of water, 1 tblsp salt, 1tblsp black pepper, 1 spoonful of mayonaise, 1 oz of vinegar and a tea spoon of hot sauce. The result is a sickly light brown mixture whose smell alone made it gag. It has a particular hatred for vinegar, it has no redeeming qualities for it, it hates anything with vinegar in it. Vinegar is what it imagines dysentery smelling like. IT nearly threw up into it's puppy bowl as it knelt on it's hands and knees to eat.

IT tried to take slow sips at first, but couldn't, it would spit the yuck water out almost immediately. So it decided it wouldn't think about it. It would bury it's face in the mixture and take long gulps. In the future it resolved on yuck water days to starve itself leading up to that moment, maybe eating only a light breakfast, so that it would be hungry for the yuck water. So that it would be it's only sustenance for that day. It desires master's opinion on this, or perhaps a weekend where all three meals are replaced with yuck water.

The tactic didn't work, it got several large gulp, gagging and wretching as the stuff burned it's mouth and eyes and nose and upset it's stomach before finally it threw up, collapsing in tears into the now overturned bowl of yuck water, which mixed with it's vomit.

For a fleeting moment it bent down and tried to eat it's vomit like a dog, but common sense won over. It didn't know if vomit was safe to eat, and it doubted master would subject it to something such as that (though if he wants it to next time, it will). It cleaned itself up with cold water, having now forgotten the feeling of warm water, and then crawled to master's floor to sleep early.
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