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 89
Posted 02-21-2013 at 08:07 PM by awkwardgirl6
Today was uneventful mostly. To school it has toned down it's outfit for various reasons to the kinds of things it would normally wear in the summer. Sleeves are still out it wears entirely skirts or shorts that are at least halfway up the thigh, but other than that it hasn't been dressing like the total slut that it is.
That is until today. Today it decided since it is the last day before a big school trip to really step it up. It wore a pare of skin tight shorts that exposed the bottom of it's ass cheeks and, without any underwear, often times dug painfully into it's pussy, leaving a little wet camel-toe much of the time. On top it wore a strapless top that almost seemed like a dress, often falling below where the shorts covered. On it's feet it wore sandals, flip flops to be more precise.
The blouse was thin and lacy white. There was rain today like there almost always seems to be and it left it's jacket at home, facing the cold with shivering misery and excitement. It got a lot of comments like "It's cold why are you dressed like that!" and some stares of disbelief from the more vindictive, sluttier girls it doesn't tend to associate with. It just knows they whisper behind it's back.
Sitting in class was unpleasant, as it practically forced the front of the shorts into it's pussy and rubbed it with ever slight motion in a way that was both terribly painful and invoking of sexual arousal. It does not envy the next student to sit in any chairs it sat in, and it sincerely hopes no one noticed. The shorts were dark in colour but if one looked closely enough a wet spot could still be seen.
It often pulled the hem of it's blouse down over the shorts in an an attempt to cover more, which led naturally to a disaster right as school ended. It was in the vicinity of the band room, which is connected to a gymnasium. A lot of the athletic types were hanging around, kissing their cheerleader girlfriends. It was the perfect high school stereotype, like something from an eighties movie.
Although it must comment that the cheerleaders tend to get good grades and be fairly friendly, it has friends on their team. The football players are brutish when in groups but aren't outright mean or violent. And the band tends to be fairly respected, the flute section for one has several people in it who are also cheerleaders. So it's kind of a subversion of the stereotype. It get the impression most high schools are like this. Nevertheless there are a fair share of, er "swag"ers and stoners, and the football team draws them even if most are too dumb to meet the GPA requirements to actually be on the team.
There were quite a few of said degenerates around as it walked by, and they quickly yelled obscenities. "Hey if you wanna show off so bad why where clothes at all?" "You wanna pull that shirt down a little more." Right as he said this it, embarrassed, blood rushing to it's face, tried to pull down the shirt to cover itself a little bit more. The shirt however was now sitting barely above it's now firmly erect nipples, and this final tug pulled it over, it pulled down and then practically dropped off, leaving it for all intents and purposes topless in front of several people who were now laughing and whooping.
Tears flooded it's eyes and i froze for what felt like forever before gaining the cognitive power to run, without redressing, down the street, topless. Finally regaining itself in a little alleyway, slumping against the wall and crying uncontrollably, shivering from cold, the shirt now doing a much better job as a skirt than it ever did as a top. Finally after crying it's eyes out it was satisfied the school was now vacated, pulled the shirt back into it's intended position and sauntered to it's care, driving home.
And that was it's day. When it arrived home it found it's family gone, parents on business, sister at a friends house. It immediately stripped naked and went to master's room. It found a message relieving it of it's punishment rules. It now had some free time without fingering it's ass or holding an enema. It is amazing the influence this had over it picking it up immediately, like a dog getting a treat after being beaten senseless by it's owner, but still wagging it's tail.
Most of the rules were the same as before the long punishment only now it has to edge at least three times a day among a few other minor increases on existing rules. It now has three spankings a day of three hundred strokes not 200. At the end though there was an added rule, one that fills it with dread it must now spend fifteen minutes on it's "Fucking machine", with another ten going into it's anus. Without cumming.
That is until today. Today it decided since it is the last day before a big school trip to really step it up. It wore a pare of skin tight shorts that exposed the bottom of it's ass cheeks and, without any underwear, often times dug painfully into it's pussy, leaving a little wet camel-toe much of the time. On top it wore a strapless top that almost seemed like a dress, often falling below where the shorts covered. On it's feet it wore sandals, flip flops to be more precise.
The blouse was thin and lacy white. There was rain today like there almost always seems to be and it left it's jacket at home, facing the cold with shivering misery and excitement. It got a lot of comments like "It's cold why are you dressed like that!" and some stares of disbelief from the more vindictive, sluttier girls it doesn't tend to associate with. It just knows they whisper behind it's back.
Sitting in class was unpleasant, as it practically forced the front of the shorts into it's pussy and rubbed it with ever slight motion in a way that was both terribly painful and invoking of sexual arousal. It does not envy the next student to sit in any chairs it sat in, and it sincerely hopes no one noticed. The shorts were dark in colour but if one looked closely enough a wet spot could still be seen.
It often pulled the hem of it's blouse down over the shorts in an an attempt to cover more, which led naturally to a disaster right as school ended. It was in the vicinity of the band room, which is connected to a gymnasium. A lot of the athletic types were hanging around, kissing their cheerleader girlfriends. It was the perfect high school stereotype, like something from an eighties movie.
Although it must comment that the cheerleaders tend to get good grades and be fairly friendly, it has friends on their team. The football players are brutish when in groups but aren't outright mean or violent. And the band tends to be fairly respected, the flute section for one has several people in it who are also cheerleaders. So it's kind of a subversion of the stereotype. It get the impression most high schools are like this. Nevertheless there are a fair share of, er "swag"ers and stoners, and the football team draws them even if most are too dumb to meet the GPA requirements to actually be on the team.
There were quite a few of said degenerates around as it walked by, and they quickly yelled obscenities. "Hey if you wanna show off so bad why where clothes at all?" "You wanna pull that shirt down a little more." Right as he said this it, embarrassed, blood rushing to it's face, tried to pull down the shirt to cover itself a little bit more. The shirt however was now sitting barely above it's now firmly erect nipples, and this final tug pulled it over, it pulled down and then practically dropped off, leaving it for all intents and purposes topless in front of several people who were now laughing and whooping.
Tears flooded it's eyes and i froze for what felt like forever before gaining the cognitive power to run, without redressing, down the street, topless. Finally regaining itself in a little alleyway, slumping against the wall and crying uncontrollably, shivering from cold, the shirt now doing a much better job as a skirt than it ever did as a top. Finally after crying it's eyes out it was satisfied the school was now vacated, pulled the shirt back into it's intended position and sauntered to it's care, driving home.
And that was it's day. When it arrived home it found it's family gone, parents on business, sister at a friends house. It immediately stripped naked and went to master's room. It found a message relieving it of it's punishment rules. It now had some free time without fingering it's ass or holding an enema. It is amazing the influence this had over it picking it up immediately, like a dog getting a treat after being beaten senseless by it's owner, but still wagging it's tail.
Most of the rules were the same as before the long punishment only now it has to edge at least three times a day among a few other minor increases on existing rules. It now has three spankings a day of three hundred strokes not 200. At the end though there was an added rule, one that fills it with dread it must now spend fifteen minutes on it's "Fucking machine", with another ten going into it's anus. Without cumming.
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