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 91
Posted 02-24-2013 at 03:44 PM by awkwardgirl6
It was on a school trip for a few days, arriving late yesterday. It returned to find some messages from Master giving it some additional rules. It must now receive all of it's punishment dares directly from thread posts, blog comments etc. and must not pick randomly from other places on the site.
So it spent all of last night advertising itself, an endeavor that was oddly humiliating considering no one on this site knows it's true identity. Master knowing that it gets very few direct dares anymore was kind enough to send it four tasks to do as punishment if it cannot find two tasks a day. While it's viewers were kind enough to give it some painful punishments it had already missed two days and thus will be doing all four tasks today.
It has already done two, leaving it sensitive and sore. The first was simple and very painful, probably one of the most painful things it's done in it's own way though some of it's submissive viewers may scoff. The task was one hundred vaginal spankings with a hairbrush. Every hit sent pain shooting into it, and it's poor pussy very quickly turned darker and darker colors as it whacked it as hard as it could, alternating between the bristle side and the flat side. Itwas shaking with pain and had to fight the urge to cry out in pain, nevertheless it is proud of it's handiwork. Near the beginning of it's ownership it had involuntarily held back a bit with it's spankings, but that habit appears broken. It even drew some blood not fro it's pussy really but from it's labia major, around the edge, which dripped down around it's anus.
The second came immediately after, amplified considerably by the pain it's poor pussy was already suffering, it was to stuff it's anus with ice until no more could be fit. It had to use the old kind of ice that injured it a while back, so it only fit a couple cubes before being in severe pain. It's anus was spread and rather than being a hole one could now see the flat surface of an ice cube just beyond it's rim.
After this before expelling it was to have fifteen minutes on the "fucking machine" (not a real machine sadly, just it continually penetrating itself to the beat of a metronome to simulate a machine).
It had to fight the urge to expel as it maneuvered itself onto it's back and spread it's legs wide. Water was already dripping out of it's anus onto the bathroom floor. It started the fucking machine immediately, which hurt terribly, like grinding a hard object against a fresh bruise. By the end it's eyes, which until now were only watered, were flowing with tears. It was somewhat easier at least, in this kind of pain, to keep from cumming.
Which brings it to one of master's other orders, one that makes it terribly nervous. Master has decided that if it can hold out just one more week until next Saturday without cumming it will get a reward. But if it fails and cums without permission it will not cum for another six months and will face extremely painful punishment. Having missed two days prior to his message, that night (last night, before the punishment it just described, which was this morning) it had to edge six times consecutively followed by two fifteen minute periods on the fucking machine. For those who are new, it must spend fifteen minutes a day on the machine as well as edge three times. This time it came closer than it had ever been, around the sixth edge. In fact it came so close it may be grounds for punishment, as it can be considered to have begun an orgasm but stopped it before it finished, if that makes sense. It felt like it tumbled over the figurative edge but caught itself on a ledge a few feet down. To be perfectly honest it hopes this does not count as cumming and that this isn't worthy of punishment, as it did manage to fight the orgasm and stop it, but if it is grounds for punishment than master should carry it out.
It gave itself a break before the machines, which were equally terrible. The machine doesn't stop at the edge (unless it is a emergency and it cannot fight the urge to cum) and it must constantly fight the orgasm, waging a war of attrition against it until the time is up. It must say the skills learned from the machine were probably what allowed it to fight off the orgasm just prior even after it had seemingly begun.
It now feels like it is constantly in a state of being teased, every motion stimulating it, even simply walking around in anything other than a loose skirt (which still brushes against it occasionally and causes discomfort and wetness). The only way to escape the feeling is to bury itself in school work, unfortunately this weekend it has less than usual.
It apologizes for the confusing lack of chronological order in this post, but going back to this morning, after the punishment with the pussy spanking it did one of the tasks so graciously donated on it's thread. It prepared two makeshift nipple clams out of those odd little things that hold notes in an upright position. It does not know what they are called, but at the bottom is a little cube and from the top a spring about three inches long extends upward with a clip on the end that holds a note. The clip itself is an evil little thing, not sharp but still for some reason serrated, and when it closes these serrated edges do not fit together, rather the slide past each other to overlap.
It took a two pound weight, the kind one might run with (although it's track coach cautioned against the practice for whatever reason last year). And tied one of the clamps to each end using some string. Before affixing the clamps it tied it's big toes together and knelt, a difficult endeavor that forced it's toes into painful positions. It knelt and then bent over so that it's rear stuck was sticking out. Using the clothes-hangar implement it has described in the past it was to give itself fifty hard smacks. Already it was in an uncomfortable position, like the knee chest position but keeping it's upper-body parallel to the ground with nothing really to keep it up.
Before affixing the clamps it allowed itself on luxury, placing it's forehead on the edge of the bathtub for support, which helped very little and only hurt it's forehead. Then came the moment of truth. It lifted the two clamps, both affixed to the two pound weight and at the heaviness of the apparatus trembled.
The moment it let the clamps go so they may clip onto it's nipples was one of incredible pain, and this was before it let go of the weight. It planned to let the pain subside a bit, but it kept at this level, an acute almost burning pain indescribable in it's lack of similarity to anything else. It was quickly crying, something it has been doing a lot of lately for whatever reason, perhaps it has been broken.
After a minute of torment it let go of the weight, which dropped to just a centimeter or so above the ground, yanking it's nipples and amplifying the terrible pain in ways it had not though possible. It felt as though it's nipples were going to be torn off. Adding to this the weight now pulled on it's somewhat small breasts, sending pain up the length of them. It was now sobbing uncontrollably as it lifted the implement. It spanked itself as hard as it could, as usual with this implement drawing blood, although it's blows were not as painful as usual for a number of reasons. The body concentrates on the worst pain it feels, blocking most of the rest out, and that was right now in it's nipples and breasts.
The reason this was so painful it feels is that it's breasts are somewhat small, size A. Small breasts have the same number of nerves as larger ones, meaning the nerves are more concentrated and thus the breast is more sensitive.
Finally came the last dare it was assigned by private message. It was to give itself a four liter enema, the largest it has ever taken of Ivory Soap solution. After this it was to put on three diapers and hold it for three hours before expelling into the diapers and keeping them on for the rest of the day. The pain of the enema is immense, the cramping almost superseded by the uncomfortable feelings fullness. It's abdomen was swollen to such a point it has never seen before and the feeling became nausea, the slightest movement causing it's bowels to feel as if they were going to pop, a very real risk although unlikely. It plugged itself with ginger and performed a number of exercises like sit-ups and push ups to amplify the pain.
Now it is holding the enema in it's diapers and it wonders what master's opinion is of this dare. It hopes he doesn't like it so it may stop this dare early.
So it spent all of last night advertising itself, an endeavor that was oddly humiliating considering no one on this site knows it's true identity. Master knowing that it gets very few direct dares anymore was kind enough to send it four tasks to do as punishment if it cannot find two tasks a day. While it's viewers were kind enough to give it some painful punishments it had already missed two days and thus will be doing all four tasks today.
It has already done two, leaving it sensitive and sore. The first was simple and very painful, probably one of the most painful things it's done in it's own way though some of it's submissive viewers may scoff. The task was one hundred vaginal spankings with a hairbrush. Every hit sent pain shooting into it, and it's poor pussy very quickly turned darker and darker colors as it whacked it as hard as it could, alternating between the bristle side and the flat side. Itwas shaking with pain and had to fight the urge to cry out in pain, nevertheless it is proud of it's handiwork. Near the beginning of it's ownership it had involuntarily held back a bit with it's spankings, but that habit appears broken. It even drew some blood not fro it's pussy really but from it's labia major, around the edge, which dripped down around it's anus.
The second came immediately after, amplified considerably by the pain it's poor pussy was already suffering, it was to stuff it's anus with ice until no more could be fit. It had to use the old kind of ice that injured it a while back, so it only fit a couple cubes before being in severe pain. It's anus was spread and rather than being a hole one could now see the flat surface of an ice cube just beyond it's rim.
After this before expelling it was to have fifteen minutes on the "fucking machine" (not a real machine sadly, just it continually penetrating itself to the beat of a metronome to simulate a machine).
It had to fight the urge to expel as it maneuvered itself onto it's back and spread it's legs wide. Water was already dripping out of it's anus onto the bathroom floor. It started the fucking machine immediately, which hurt terribly, like grinding a hard object against a fresh bruise. By the end it's eyes, which until now were only watered, were flowing with tears. It was somewhat easier at least, in this kind of pain, to keep from cumming.
Which brings it to one of master's other orders, one that makes it terribly nervous. Master has decided that if it can hold out just one more week until next Saturday without cumming it will get a reward. But if it fails and cums without permission it will not cum for another six months and will face extremely painful punishment. Having missed two days prior to his message, that night (last night, before the punishment it just described, which was this morning) it had to edge six times consecutively followed by two fifteen minute periods on the fucking machine. For those who are new, it must spend fifteen minutes a day on the machine as well as edge three times. This time it came closer than it had ever been, around the sixth edge. In fact it came so close it may be grounds for punishment, as it can be considered to have begun an orgasm but stopped it before it finished, if that makes sense. It felt like it tumbled over the figurative edge but caught itself on a ledge a few feet down. To be perfectly honest it hopes this does not count as cumming and that this isn't worthy of punishment, as it did manage to fight the orgasm and stop it, but if it is grounds for punishment than master should carry it out.
It gave itself a break before the machines, which were equally terrible. The machine doesn't stop at the edge (unless it is a emergency and it cannot fight the urge to cum) and it must constantly fight the orgasm, waging a war of attrition against it until the time is up. It must say the skills learned from the machine were probably what allowed it to fight off the orgasm just prior even after it had seemingly begun.
It now feels like it is constantly in a state of being teased, every motion stimulating it, even simply walking around in anything other than a loose skirt (which still brushes against it occasionally and causes discomfort and wetness). The only way to escape the feeling is to bury itself in school work, unfortunately this weekend it has less than usual.
It apologizes for the confusing lack of chronological order in this post, but going back to this morning, after the punishment with the pussy spanking it did one of the tasks so graciously donated on it's thread. It prepared two makeshift nipple clams out of those odd little things that hold notes in an upright position. It does not know what they are called, but at the bottom is a little cube and from the top a spring about three inches long extends upward with a clip on the end that holds a note. The clip itself is an evil little thing, not sharp but still for some reason serrated, and when it closes these serrated edges do not fit together, rather the slide past each other to overlap.
It took a two pound weight, the kind one might run with (although it's track coach cautioned against the practice for whatever reason last year). And tied one of the clamps to each end using some string. Before affixing the clamps it tied it's big toes together and knelt, a difficult endeavor that forced it's toes into painful positions. It knelt and then bent over so that it's rear stuck was sticking out. Using the clothes-hangar implement it has described in the past it was to give itself fifty hard smacks. Already it was in an uncomfortable position, like the knee chest position but keeping it's upper-body parallel to the ground with nothing really to keep it up.
Before affixing the clamps it allowed itself on luxury, placing it's forehead on the edge of the bathtub for support, which helped very little and only hurt it's forehead. Then came the moment of truth. It lifted the two clamps, both affixed to the two pound weight and at the heaviness of the apparatus trembled.
The moment it let the clamps go so they may clip onto it's nipples was one of incredible pain, and this was before it let go of the weight. It planned to let the pain subside a bit, but it kept at this level, an acute almost burning pain indescribable in it's lack of similarity to anything else. It was quickly crying, something it has been doing a lot of lately for whatever reason, perhaps it has been broken.
After a minute of torment it let go of the weight, which dropped to just a centimeter or so above the ground, yanking it's nipples and amplifying the terrible pain in ways it had not though possible. It felt as though it's nipples were going to be torn off. Adding to this the weight now pulled on it's somewhat small breasts, sending pain up the length of them. It was now sobbing uncontrollably as it lifted the implement. It spanked itself as hard as it could, as usual with this implement drawing blood, although it's blows were not as painful as usual for a number of reasons. The body concentrates on the worst pain it feels, blocking most of the rest out, and that was right now in it's nipples and breasts.
The reason this was so painful it feels is that it's breasts are somewhat small, size A. Small breasts have the same number of nerves as larger ones, meaning the nerves are more concentrated and thus the breast is more sensitive.
Finally came the last dare it was assigned by private message. It was to give itself a four liter enema, the largest it has ever taken of Ivory Soap solution. After this it was to put on three diapers and hold it for three hours before expelling into the diapers and keeping them on for the rest of the day. The pain of the enema is immense, the cramping almost superseded by the uncomfortable feelings fullness. It's abdomen was swollen to such a point it has never seen before and the feeling became nausea, the slightest movement causing it's bowels to feel as if they were going to pop, a very real risk although unlikely. It plugged itself with ginger and performed a number of exercises like sit-ups and push ups to amplify the pain.
Now it is holding the enema in it's diapers and it wonders what master's opinion is of this dare. It hopes he doesn't like it so it may stop this dare early.
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