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.
Report Day 92
Posted 02-25-2013 at 09:17 PM by awkwardgirl6
It is quite glad it didn't get diaper rash from the hellish day it had yesterday. The four liter enema was terrible, something it never wants to do ever again. Holding it for three hours was night impossible, but somehow it had managed with the help of a ginger plug.
After three hours of sitting in it's master's room, home alone, wearing nothing but three diapers it came time to expel. It had to reach into the back of it's diaper to remove the plug, immediately clenching so it would not expel all over it's hand. It pulled the plug out and let it drop to the floor. Oddly enough however, expelling was difficult. It is convinced any person (it means this in the sense of, member of the homo sapiens sapiens species, not implying that it is truly a person) when given such a huge volume enema thinks of nothing but expelling, wanting it desperately more than anything else in the world. It could be on stage at Carnegie Hall but given the chance it would expel.
However it appears to have been wrong. The diaper not only gave the impression of being clothed, it gave the now almost unfamiliar sensation of wearing underwear, and years of living as an actual person has trained it not to go in it's pants.
So it had to fight, pushing out the foul fluid from it's anus, which frequently stopped altogether, allowing what already filled it's diapers to settle before adding more. This always happens to it when expelling an enema, it wants to just get it all out but the enema if released to quickly will stop for whatever reason, leaving it still cramped and full but unable to get anything out for up to several minutes.
After a rather grueling ordeal it was confident it was mostly empty, although it knew from experience it would be returning small amounts of concentrated liquid for a few more hours.
It was amazed the diapers held, it's filth had filled the bottom layered diaper completely and probably seeped through to the second layer but the third diaper, something it had been happy to have found just before expelling in the bathroom (it could have expelled anywhere but it was still compelled to be kneeling in the restroom). Being mostly liquid with several uncomfortably large chunks the expelled didn't remain in the back of the diaper, filling the whole thing and engulfing it's pussy and groin as well, shifting as it moved around.
It spent a total of fourteen hours in the dirty diaper, every minute of it sheer hell, waking up the next morning at four o' clock. Maybe this is considered cheating, and if so it hopes master punishes it, but the parameters of the dare dictated "until Monday morning" and thus it wasn't inclined to wait around.
After an extended cleanup process it put some clothes on for it's parents and sister had returned late the night before. The clothes were simple sleeping stuff, loose short shorts and a camisole style tank top. It would later change into an actually rather cute albeit weather inappropriate summer dress that is loose and flow-y. It was a really light yellow with one inch wide straps that buttoned in front at varying levels depending on how low one wanted the neckline. It of course showed as much as possible, which wasn't particularly slutty but showed quite a bit of cleavage nonetheless. The fabric was thin and showed it's peaked nipples at time, something it was self conscious about even now after having been essentially dressing like the school slut and having been seen by that group of boys after school.
It went on to prepare a mixture of plain yogurt, salt, corn starch and egg whites. It would never have the honor of master's cum in it's mouth, but this perhaps was the next best thing. It described it's plight and the recipe to master, who decreed that it make a twenty ounce bottle and drink it throughout the school day. It must take at least separate drinks one hour apart, and the bottle must be completed by the end of the day. In the passing period between zero hour and 1st period it guzzled the artificial cum like a maniac after a few false starts.
The taste was rather awful, and the texture made it gag, coating the inside of it's mouth and running a little down it's face. People online had said that the mixture was realistic in every way save for an almost imperceptible starch after-taste that it personally did not detect. It closed it's eyes and thought of master's cock inside it's mouth, the taste was only a small trade off to simulate such an honor and it took deep, revolting gulps of the stuff. Finally it came up for air. Upon taking the bottle away it gagged a little and coughed, causing the cum to run down it's chin and onto the bathroom stall floor it was sitting in. It walked out into the bathroom to clean it up and an underclassmen looked at it and said "Your boyfriend's lucky, you get used to the taste." It was terrible embarrassed at this. As a side note, it hopes this little true anecdote does not violate getDare policy. If it does it apologizes and hopes it doesn't end up banned.
The next time it drank more was at Lunch, which of course caused it to lose it's appetite. That's okay though, it thought, for if it could live on eating only master's cum it would do so in a heartbeat. It finished the bottle later that day, and though the prospect of master's cum makes it giddy, it honestly can't say it cares to repeat this task any time soon if for no other reason than the (very VERY slight) salmonella risk involved.
It has got a bunch of clothespins and will be doing one of it's thread dares following this report. It's daily edges went smoothly, the "fucking machine" went....well it went routinely at least. If it has time it is considering doing a secondary blog post later tonight if it has time, since it has to say it probably won't be able to do one tomorrow.
After three hours of sitting in it's master's room, home alone, wearing nothing but three diapers it came time to expel. It had to reach into the back of it's diaper to remove the plug, immediately clenching so it would not expel all over it's hand. It pulled the plug out and let it drop to the floor. Oddly enough however, expelling was difficult. It is convinced any person (it means this in the sense of, member of the homo sapiens sapiens species, not implying that it is truly a person) when given such a huge volume enema thinks of nothing but expelling, wanting it desperately more than anything else in the world. It could be on stage at Carnegie Hall but given the chance it would expel.
However it appears to have been wrong. The diaper not only gave the impression of being clothed, it gave the now almost unfamiliar sensation of wearing underwear, and years of living as an actual person has trained it not to go in it's pants.
So it had to fight, pushing out the foul fluid from it's anus, which frequently stopped altogether, allowing what already filled it's diapers to settle before adding more. This always happens to it when expelling an enema, it wants to just get it all out but the enema if released to quickly will stop for whatever reason, leaving it still cramped and full but unable to get anything out for up to several minutes.
After a rather grueling ordeal it was confident it was mostly empty, although it knew from experience it would be returning small amounts of concentrated liquid for a few more hours.
It was amazed the diapers held, it's filth had filled the bottom layered diaper completely and probably seeped through to the second layer but the third diaper, something it had been happy to have found just before expelling in the bathroom (it could have expelled anywhere but it was still compelled to be kneeling in the restroom). Being mostly liquid with several uncomfortably large chunks the expelled didn't remain in the back of the diaper, filling the whole thing and engulfing it's pussy and groin as well, shifting as it moved around.
It spent a total of fourteen hours in the dirty diaper, every minute of it sheer hell, waking up the next morning at four o' clock. Maybe this is considered cheating, and if so it hopes master punishes it, but the parameters of the dare dictated "until Monday morning" and thus it wasn't inclined to wait around.
After an extended cleanup process it put some clothes on for it's parents and sister had returned late the night before. The clothes were simple sleeping stuff, loose short shorts and a camisole style tank top. It would later change into an actually rather cute albeit weather inappropriate summer dress that is loose and flow-y. It was a really light yellow with one inch wide straps that buttoned in front at varying levels depending on how low one wanted the neckline. It of course showed as much as possible, which wasn't particularly slutty but showed quite a bit of cleavage nonetheless. The fabric was thin and showed it's peaked nipples at time, something it was self conscious about even now after having been essentially dressing like the school slut and having been seen by that group of boys after school.
It went on to prepare a mixture of plain yogurt, salt, corn starch and egg whites. It would never have the honor of master's cum in it's mouth, but this perhaps was the next best thing. It described it's plight and the recipe to master, who decreed that it make a twenty ounce bottle and drink it throughout the school day. It must take at least separate drinks one hour apart, and the bottle must be completed by the end of the day. In the passing period between zero hour and 1st period it guzzled the artificial cum like a maniac after a few false starts.
The taste was rather awful, and the texture made it gag, coating the inside of it's mouth and running a little down it's face. People online had said that the mixture was realistic in every way save for an almost imperceptible starch after-taste that it personally did not detect. It closed it's eyes and thought of master's cock inside it's mouth, the taste was only a small trade off to simulate such an honor and it took deep, revolting gulps of the stuff. Finally it came up for air. Upon taking the bottle away it gagged a little and coughed, causing the cum to run down it's chin and onto the bathroom stall floor it was sitting in. It walked out into the bathroom to clean it up and an underclassmen looked at it and said "Your boyfriend's lucky, you get used to the taste." It was terrible embarrassed at this. As a side note, it hopes this little true anecdote does not violate getDare policy. If it does it apologizes and hopes it doesn't end up banned.
The next time it drank more was at Lunch, which of course caused it to lose it's appetite. That's okay though, it thought, for if it could live on eating only master's cum it would do so in a heartbeat. It finished the bottle later that day, and though the prospect of master's cum makes it giddy, it honestly can't say it cares to repeat this task any time soon if for no other reason than the (very VERY slight) salmonella risk involved.
It has got a bunch of clothespins and will be doing one of it's thread dares following this report. It's daily edges went smoothly, the "fucking machine" went....well it went routinely at least. If it has time it is considering doing a secondary blog post later tonight if it has time, since it has to say it probably won't be able to do one tomorrow.
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Hey, I very much enjoy your blog posts. The tasks you do are more extreme than I am willing to do, but I wish I could be as dedicated a slave as you are.
By the way, how exactly did you make the artificial cum? I'd be interested in trying it.Posted 02-26-2013 at 01:28 AM by depravedChattel 
