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.
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.
A New Computer, Losing Track of The Days
Posted 02-19-2013 at 01:51 AM by awkwardgirl6
Tags anal, girl, humiliation, punishiment, slave
It apologizes for yet another even more extended leave of absence. The computer it had been using broke and it has had to obtain a new one. Although it confesses that even if it had a computer it's reports may not have been forthcoming as it was exceptionally busy with finals, JROTC, band, so on and so forth.
Because of the loss of the old computer, it has lost any files it kept pertaining to ownership, most notably the essay it was assigned so long ago. While all of it's school and other important vanilla files were kept, files relating to ownership were too risky to back up. It expects punishment for this, although it intends to continue this policy and minimize the risk of discovery.
During this month of absence it has not otherwise wavered from it's duty, although to post every punishment would be redundant at times. It was able to get on getDare occasionally to look for punishments and dares but hasn't posted until tonight. The following are highlights from it's absence.
The first is of course the punishment it did the night of it's previous post. It's original intention was to do that punishment that very night, but it got cold feet as well as an idea. It expects to be punished as it did not ask master for permission to delay, but also thinks that it's idea will please master.
It's idea being to do the original punishment without modification. The last time it tried the original punishment, which involved the insertion of a number of ice cubes into it's poor tortured anus, caused an anal fissure to develop forcing it to stop and take several days off of anal duty to heal. The original punishment would be attempted again with only one variable changed, the shape of the ice cubes.
The previous shape had been somewhat of a three dimensional trapezoid, almost a perfect cube. The edges were not rounded but sharp and thus in hindsight fissures developing after only a few insertions is expected. In addition to this the surfaces of the ice cubes were not smooth, having many jagged protrusions and depressions. It actually feels itself to be quite stupid for ever using such ice cubes to begin with, in fact it would understand perfectly if master saw this safety oversight as grounds for punishment, although it doubts that he will.
Anyway, the new shape is more like the kind that would come from a refrigerator ice cube dispenser or would be bought at the store in large bags. Ergo, they are conical the edged rounded, a near perfect shape for a suppository. It tested it's hypothesis the nest day, managing to insert twelve ice cubes of this shape with considerable pain and discomfort, but without injury.
That night it began it's punishment for real, using the ice cubes concocted of the evil spicy mixture of ginger, cayenne and various other substances outlined in it's previous post. It laid out it's materials, obtaining a second enema bag for the baking soda mixture that followed (which of course required two separate bags of sugar solution and baking soda solution, respectively) It prepared a plug of only slightly smaller diameter than used last time, made out of ginger. It lubricated the plug this time, negating much of the ginger's burning effect. Of course that was not really part of the punishment in this case, and it would have plenty of time for real figging later.
It had not had any enemas in two days. It did this for two reasons, one being that it seeks to prevent the adverse health effects of enema dependency by taking a hiatus of it's daily enema punishment regimen every so often and ensuring that it retains the ability for normal bowel movement. Second being it wanted it's bowels totally unprepared for this punishment, similar to how Soviet torturers would nurse a suspected dissident back to full health before extracting a confession from him.
It was home alone and thus was already naked, assuming the knee chest position in the bathtub, rear high in the air, breasts against the cold tub floor. It undid the pony-tail it usually keeps, letting it's slightly longer than shoulder-length hair fall around it's head, positioned over the plugged drain. It had positioned a mirror at the end of the bathtub where it's feet were, allowing it to have somewhat of a view of it's anus.
The first ice cube has in it's experience always been the worst. This experience would prove different, as much worse was to come but the feeling of recoil and pain that the extreme cold has on the anus was the same as ever.
The ice cubes made from the mixture are a different texture than normal ice cubes, a little soft, more like a densely packed slushy, and thus it began melting quickly as it's anus begrudgingly accepted it's burden. A few drops of reddish brown, caustic liquid dribbled down between it's cheeks an onto it's wet genitals, burning it slightly. With the knowledge that the ice cubes were melting faster than usual it quickened it's pace, inserting one after another. It was painful and uncomfortable, leaving it throughout stretched and full, but there was no injury. It's body had accepted it's punishment.
It's anus had the appearance of panting, gaping open for a few second and closing, all the while dripping brown mixture down onto it's pussy, burning terribly. The cold had numbed it's bowel and it hoped silently that this would continue long enough for it to have everything in place. Wasting no time it positioned the ginger plug outside of it's anus, waiting for it to open before ungracefully cramming it inside. IT felt the ice cubes shifting inside of it as they were pushed further up inside, their caustic surfaces contacting tissue not numbed by cold. It let out a whimper but controlled itself, as it felt the burning inside for the first time.
IT rolled over onto it's back, shifting the ice cold liquid inside. The liquid had begun it's burn, which would grow in severity over the next several minutes. Already it clutched it's abdomen and whimpered softly, tears forming in it's eyes as it tried not to shift it's position too much in spite of the steadily growing, burning pain that mixed with cramps amplified by the cold.
The seconds on the timer passed so slowly, not five minutes had passed when it was sobbing uncontrollably, verbally begging "Master please, make it stop, I'll be a good girl [sic] please!" as if he'd even hear me.
Involuntarily it's entire body would curl up into a ball and then extend outward as it rolled onto it's side, no longer mentally able to think about holding it's position, thinking only of the timer and of the pain. The movements were akin to that of the maggot that it truly is. By this point only fifteen minutes had passed.
All this moment only amplified the pain as the liquid sloshed around inside me, burning everything it touched. It cried out involuntarily every time the liquid contacted new tissue. It felt like the pain was going to make it vomit, and then pass out, and it fought the urge to do either, still begging master despite him not being there for relief.
After about a half hour it stopped struggling, laying in more or less the original position it had intended to retain for retention of the enema. On it's back, legs drawn up and spread so resting against either side of the tub. It's bowels had been contracting violently to the point it had to keep it's hands on the plug so it wouldn't be comically shot out.
Now they had surrendered contracting only at intervals of five minutes or so. The pain had not subsided, only it's will to fight it, and it was resigned to laying on it's back, panting and crying profusely, tears streaming down it's face, mucous running from it's nose, not a shred of dignity surviving such horrible pain.
The timer buzzed an eternity later, with it barely having the strength to pull the plug from it's anus, having subconsciously convinced itself that this was it's fate until death.
The mixture seemed to take forever to expel, burning as it came out. Having not made any attempt to clean itself out prior, faeces cascaded out as well. After what must have been ten minutes it felt empty, it's bowels still burning and contracting, refusing to believe that expulsion had not stopped their torture.
(Too many characters, continued in next entry!)
Because of the loss of the old computer, it has lost any files it kept pertaining to ownership, most notably the essay it was assigned so long ago. While all of it's school and other important vanilla files were kept, files relating to ownership were too risky to back up. It expects punishment for this, although it intends to continue this policy and minimize the risk of discovery.
During this month of absence it has not otherwise wavered from it's duty, although to post every punishment would be redundant at times. It was able to get on getDare occasionally to look for punishments and dares but hasn't posted until tonight. The following are highlights from it's absence.
The first is of course the punishment it did the night of it's previous post. It's original intention was to do that punishment that very night, but it got cold feet as well as an idea. It expects to be punished as it did not ask master for permission to delay, but also thinks that it's idea will please master.
It's idea being to do the original punishment without modification. The last time it tried the original punishment, which involved the insertion of a number of ice cubes into it's poor tortured anus, caused an anal fissure to develop forcing it to stop and take several days off of anal duty to heal. The original punishment would be attempted again with only one variable changed, the shape of the ice cubes.
The previous shape had been somewhat of a three dimensional trapezoid, almost a perfect cube. The edges were not rounded but sharp and thus in hindsight fissures developing after only a few insertions is expected. In addition to this the surfaces of the ice cubes were not smooth, having many jagged protrusions and depressions. It actually feels itself to be quite stupid for ever using such ice cubes to begin with, in fact it would understand perfectly if master saw this safety oversight as grounds for punishment, although it doubts that he will.
Anyway, the new shape is more like the kind that would come from a refrigerator ice cube dispenser or would be bought at the store in large bags. Ergo, they are conical the edged rounded, a near perfect shape for a suppository. It tested it's hypothesis the nest day, managing to insert twelve ice cubes of this shape with considerable pain and discomfort, but without injury.
That night it began it's punishment for real, using the ice cubes concocted of the evil spicy mixture of ginger, cayenne and various other substances outlined in it's previous post. It laid out it's materials, obtaining a second enema bag for the baking soda mixture that followed (which of course required two separate bags of sugar solution and baking soda solution, respectively) It prepared a plug of only slightly smaller diameter than used last time, made out of ginger. It lubricated the plug this time, negating much of the ginger's burning effect. Of course that was not really part of the punishment in this case, and it would have plenty of time for real figging later.
It had not had any enemas in two days. It did this for two reasons, one being that it seeks to prevent the adverse health effects of enema dependency by taking a hiatus of it's daily enema punishment regimen every so often and ensuring that it retains the ability for normal bowel movement. Second being it wanted it's bowels totally unprepared for this punishment, similar to how Soviet torturers would nurse a suspected dissident back to full health before extracting a confession from him.
It was home alone and thus was already naked, assuming the knee chest position in the bathtub, rear high in the air, breasts against the cold tub floor. It undid the pony-tail it usually keeps, letting it's slightly longer than shoulder-length hair fall around it's head, positioned over the plugged drain. It had positioned a mirror at the end of the bathtub where it's feet were, allowing it to have somewhat of a view of it's anus.
The first ice cube has in it's experience always been the worst. This experience would prove different, as much worse was to come but the feeling of recoil and pain that the extreme cold has on the anus was the same as ever.
The ice cubes made from the mixture are a different texture than normal ice cubes, a little soft, more like a densely packed slushy, and thus it began melting quickly as it's anus begrudgingly accepted it's burden. A few drops of reddish brown, caustic liquid dribbled down between it's cheeks an onto it's wet genitals, burning it slightly. With the knowledge that the ice cubes were melting faster than usual it quickened it's pace, inserting one after another. It was painful and uncomfortable, leaving it throughout stretched and full, but there was no injury. It's body had accepted it's punishment.
It's anus had the appearance of panting, gaping open for a few second and closing, all the while dripping brown mixture down onto it's pussy, burning terribly. The cold had numbed it's bowel and it hoped silently that this would continue long enough for it to have everything in place. Wasting no time it positioned the ginger plug outside of it's anus, waiting for it to open before ungracefully cramming it inside. IT felt the ice cubes shifting inside of it as they were pushed further up inside, their caustic surfaces contacting tissue not numbed by cold. It let out a whimper but controlled itself, as it felt the burning inside for the first time.
IT rolled over onto it's back, shifting the ice cold liquid inside. The liquid had begun it's burn, which would grow in severity over the next several minutes. Already it clutched it's abdomen and whimpered softly, tears forming in it's eyes as it tried not to shift it's position too much in spite of the steadily growing, burning pain that mixed with cramps amplified by the cold.
The seconds on the timer passed so slowly, not five minutes had passed when it was sobbing uncontrollably, verbally begging "Master please, make it stop, I'll be a good girl [sic] please!" as if he'd even hear me.
Involuntarily it's entire body would curl up into a ball and then extend outward as it rolled onto it's side, no longer mentally able to think about holding it's position, thinking only of the timer and of the pain. The movements were akin to that of the maggot that it truly is. By this point only fifteen minutes had passed.
All this moment only amplified the pain as the liquid sloshed around inside me, burning everything it touched. It cried out involuntarily every time the liquid contacted new tissue. It felt like the pain was going to make it vomit, and then pass out, and it fought the urge to do either, still begging master despite him not being there for relief.
After about a half hour it stopped struggling, laying in more or less the original position it had intended to retain for retention of the enema. On it's back, legs drawn up and spread so resting against either side of the tub. It's bowels had been contracting violently to the point it had to keep it's hands on the plug so it wouldn't be comically shot out.
Now they had surrendered contracting only at intervals of five minutes or so. The pain had not subsided, only it's will to fight it, and it was resigned to laying on it's back, panting and crying profusely, tears streaming down it's face, mucous running from it's nose, not a shred of dignity surviving such horrible pain.
The timer buzzed an eternity later, with it barely having the strength to pull the plug from it's anus, having subconsciously convinced itself that this was it's fate until death.
The mixture seemed to take forever to expel, burning as it came out. Having not made any attempt to clean itself out prior, faeces cascaded out as well. After what must have been ten minutes it felt empty, it's bowels still burning and contracting, refusing to believe that expulsion had not stopped their torture.
(Too many characters, continued in next entry!)
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