My punishments for taunting my owner on Getdare

[little pet]

This is my first ever blog entry so please bear with me. I wrote this in the Blog section on my profile page, but I thought Sir might like it if I also post it in this thread.

It starts off well...with punishment.

I had to write a report on my punishment, because I taunted Sir Stefan with difficult words in the "You're Banned" thread. So he made a new rule for me saying "always use understandable language." The trouble with this rule is, it's quite difficult for me to know whether I'm using words Sir will have to Google.

So... I screwed up and made Sir have to use Google again. He claimed I was ruining his reputation. I can't deny that this small act of defiance gave me some pleasure plus I have indeed been rather impolite, so I really did deserve to be punished. With thanks to Skills, whom master invited to help with the punishment.

So today I had to:
-Wear a crotch rope with a knot on my clit, between 09:00 and 18:00 hours,
-Write 20 lines (with my tits bound, wearing my nipple clamps with bells on them) saying; "I shall not use difficult words on get dare and will always be polite to my master."

I had to use my non-dominant hand however. I so wasn't looking forward to that!

So this morning at nine, I applied the crotch rope. Tight enough so that it wouldn't slide and chafe too much, but loose enough so I could still sit down. At first it seemed fine, not too hard...but that was when I was sitting down for breakfast. After breakfast I had to do some grocery shopping, cleaning and lots of other little chores. Chores that are mundane and quite boring, until you're wearing a crotch rope...I opted for jeans this morning. No panties, because I only had some g-strings in my drawer and I didn't think they'd do much good with the crotch rope already there. I came to regret that decision when I was walking to the stores.
The amount of stimulation from the course material of my jeans combined with the rope, made me go crazy. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and my face getting red. It made me very self-aware and imagined people were looking at me, at my jeans. I was sure everyone could hear me breathing hard. I was really hoping nothing like the rope or wetness were visible.
Today was a warm day, so I changed into a skirt after I got home. That gave me a little relief at least.
The rest of the day I went from being frustrated to aroused to very annoyed. Especially since I'm not allowed to have an orgasm without permission. At several points during the day, I could feel the beginning of an orgasm and I was incredibly tempted to touch myself, but I couldn't. Punishment would be bad if I came. I was so glad I could remove the crotch rope at 18:00.

After dinner I started writing my lines. (I realise while writing this, that the email from Sir stated I had to do it while wearing the crotch rope. I guess I misinterpreted that and I hope my master doesn't mind.)
I dreaded this because I had to wear the nipple clamps and I had to use my left hand. Sir kindly agreed that if i didn't succeed within an hour, I could stop. But that still meant wearing the clamps for a whole hour. So I was determined to finish writing quickly.
In the end I finished within 30 minutes which was a huge relief. I wasn't prepared for how inadequate writing with my off-hand made me feel though. I felt like a stupid little schoolgirl, with the stupid bells on my clamps happily ringing away while I fiddled with my pen.
I'm glad I can take the clamps off now...ouch!

In the future, I will try to be more polite and not be such a wise-ass.

[sir stefan]

dear pet,
As always, you have done your punishment with great style.
Your report is of superb quality
The intention was you did the writing during wearing the crotchrope, but i can allow you little modification. You really did well,. It was hard, i know. I'm proud at you.
Nobody will ever say you have an easy live.
But nobody will also ever say i'm not taking care of your arrousal.
I'm happy your arrousal is at the required level again. You will enjoy a little denial. and some day...... not known yet.... you will again have such a nice orgasms......

[little pet]

Appearently I suck at uploading multiple pictures in one post (I really can't figure out why I can't upload more) so here is the second picture, proving I've written all 20 lines.

[iSwitchBitch]

Originally Posted by Sub.lucy

Appearently I suck at uploading multiple pictures in one post (I really can't figure out why I can't upload more) so here is the second picture, proving I've written all 20 lines.

And I thought my handwriting was bad. I suppose you were trying to get them done as quickly as possible, but damn haha

[little pet]

I know. I hope I'll never break my good arm, because writing with my off-hand really really sucks.

[little pet]

Today, Sir Stefan told me to make a new blog entry about the punishment I received last night. I got punished for being rude and making a fool of him online. Again.
I have to write this in order to show everyone what the consequences are for talking back, and being rude to my master online.

This is a lengthy post, but I really wanted to convey the conflict, nervousness and excitement that I felt waiting for, and during my punishment as this level of submission is quite new to me.


I had already received a warning about my behaviour, but I continued to talk back and tried to outsmart my master. I had a lot of fun doing that, thinking I was so smart and funny. It's hard for me to pass up a chance to have fun, be a bit cheeky. I guess I like the thrill it gives me. A sence of playing with fire. I know I shouldn't, but by the time i realise that, i've already pressed the submit button. This is why he upgraded the punishment to a severe punishment. And that meant, the cane. On Friday night.

First let me tell you how I came to be in possession of that cane;
The day before, I had been so very horny. I was longing to have an orgasm, even though it had only been 24 hours since I was last allowed to cum. I was begging Sir to give me permission to have an orgasm and finally he agreed, on one condition: I had to get a cane. (I have seen it being used movies and it frightens me. Whenever I see a woman get hit with the cane I flinch in sympathy. It looks so painful, leaving red marks. It’s shocking to me.) I really didn’t want to get one! On the one hand, I did tell Sir that I wanted my boundaries to be pushed, to really lose control. On the other hand, I recoiled at the idea. I was being blackmailed in a way, with an orgasm I so longed to have. Did I really like this? All just for a lousy stupid orgasm? Eventually, the will to submit and the hornyness took over and I went ahead and ordered the damn thing. And the reward was oh so sweet.

This Friday was torture. I had to wait for the cane to arrive in the mail and I knew I would be punished with it when it arrived. I spent the whole day being so nervous, it was hard to focus on my work. Sir reassured me that he would not make me take things too far to start out with. And though I knew that, the subsequent teasing and reminding that the postman would be due to arrive soon definitely didn’t help make things better for me. Finally, it arrived. Trying to keep a straight face with the delivery guy wasn’t easy. I felt he was eying the unusual thin, oblong shape with a little too much suspicion. But surely that was just in my head.

Sir was very happy with my report that the package had arrived. I had to finish my work before receiving the punishment, and Sir kindly allowed me to put the cane on my desk in front of my computer where I work (I work from home). I also had to take off my panties and caress myself with it every half hour. I don’t know if anyone has ever tried to work like that…it’s hard.

At 20:30 hours, I was to be ready. On my knees, naked with the cane in front of me. I also had to have my ball gag, whip, nipple clamps and vibrator within reach. The punishment would be delivered by Sir via Hangouts. The fact that it would be an online session, and that I had to hit myself, didn’t ease any of the anxiety I felt. I knew I would do what he told me. I knew I would not want to go easy on myself, or cheat. I wanted the full experience, even though I dreaded it. I also knew that sir promised me he would not let me take things too far.

I had to put in my ball gag and was told this would really be serving it’s purpose today. Just when I was fully ready to start off with the cane, Sir told me to use the whip and hit my breasts and ass. I also had to put on my nipple clamps. You know, the ones with the happy bells attached to them.
I was allowed to stroke my pussy a little, use the vibrator to build some courage and then… I had to give myself five strokes with the cane. And then five more. The cane felt flexible. It made a whooshing sound, and then it landed on my ass. Ouch…fuck! At first I felt a sharp sting, and then the real, hot pain followed a second later. Sir told me I was very brave and allowed me to pleasure myself with the vibrator for a few seconds before I had to hit my breasts. I am a bit squeamish where my breasts are concerned. I really didn’t look forward to a few strokes with the cane on them. But I really wanted to please my master, show him I could do it, so I went ahead and did it. After that I lost count of the number of strokes on my breasts and ass. I could look it up, but it really doesn’t matter. I went from anxious to very very turned on by the sharp pain and the pleasure from stimulating my pussy in between strokes. I even felt I could have taken more pain if I was asked to, but I guess I wasn’t in a very clear state of mind. Is that what they call subspace? I’ve never experienced it to this extent before. I’m glad Sir knew exactly when enough was enough. And then…bliss…orgasm…

Holy sh*t…