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I didn't finish the set of ten edges/rubber band strokes. I didn't specify if parts of aborted dares should count. I feel they shouldn't, so they won't. I wasn't able to finish a masturbation or a pain task yesterday. At the moment I don't mind. I listen to my pussy buzzing away. And I wonder what's next.

Dares done: GAG PANT, PLUG, FOOD, ANIMAL, SPIT, DENIED, WORKOUT (3x), KINKY COOK

Dares open: SPANK ASS RW 25, RUBBER CLIT 20, GAG PENIS (3x),...

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. The five stages of grief. Add hysteric laughter across all stages and you have a good idea of what I went through on my way home from work yesterday evening. On the train ride home I checked my emails to see what dares were in store for me today. "I'm exhausted. Please no workouts! And not a lot of masturbating. I already got a DENIED today. And pretty please with sugar on top: no pain to my pussy." Some mails with complimentary remarks about...

Daddy woke me up in the morning to let me know that the Easter Bunny had come and hid eggs! I knew it wasn't really the Easter Bunny, but I was so excited that Daddy hid eggs for me.

I was so excited that I didn't even get dressed. Daddy handed me my Easter basket and I started searching in just my tank top and panties.

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That was a close call! Very close. By a hair's breadth close. I looked into the abyss, and I desperately wanted to jump and fly, if only for a few seconds. But, well … I'm still here. Cowering near the ridge. I like the view. I'm ecstatic to be here. And I hate to be here. It's complicated.

The day started quite nicely. After writing the report about the day before yesterday I prepared my breakfast, topless, handcuffed, gagged with my breathable ball gag and with binder clamps on my nipples....