Report Day 104

Wow, a hundred and four days of ownership. It remembers a time when it was unsure it's ownership would continue past winter break so many weeks ago, master had said that it's slavery "would not end" and is "permanent" citing it's naturally submissive nature as reason that it could never leave, even though the slave/master relationship is technically a consensual choice. He'd been right of course.

It was afraid to have it's orgasm on Saturday. It came up with a somewhat convoluted theory that it was never intended to orgasm, that master would message it saying "Actually it cannot have an orgasm" as a sort of psychological thing. He could have obliterated hope for it, gone further in the direction of breaking it mentally, though that ice cube punishment a while back probably did that job.

Thus it simply edged again and again that day until around eleven at night, when it spent fifteen minutes on the fucking machine. There was so much pressure built up, it was unbelievable. It had brought a mirror into the bathroom (a stand up mirror, not the regular wall mounted which was of course already there) so it could see it's face as it edged, so as to better describe it to it's readers.

It would edge fifteen times consecutively after fifteen minutes on the machine before orgasm, in an effort to make it the best orgasm possible. It's whole body seemed to spasm as it struggled to hold a position, on it's back with it's legs spread that is.

It would bite it's lower lip and squeeze it's eyes shut, panting as though it had just run the eight hundred in track (which by the way started the other day) before stopping, out of breath, eyes closed, waiting a few seconds before starting the process over.

Edging so much is very strenuous as you can probably tell, and by the time it did it's fifteenth edge it was flushed, sweating, and panting, having been whimpering softly with tension. It waited a long time, pausing before it's first climax in so long.

It started to finger itself and stimulate it's clit directly. The feeling was intense. IT went faster and faster, it's hips moving, raising it's butt off the ground as it leaned into itself, faster and faster. As it felt itself arrive at the edge it almost stopped out of habit, not remembering the last time it had been able to keep going.

But it didn't stop. Waves of pleasure started to run through it's whole body, which shook against the onslaught of ecstasy. It cried out as it was overtaken, seemingly losing control of itself.

After what seemed like a fairly long time (but not long enough) it's orgasm ended. It felt suddenly very tired, wanting to fall asleep. It was so deeply relaxing, it had grown accustomed to the constant tension and now that it was gone it just wanted to sleep forever.

But it didn't, as that would be a luxury and possessions such as it do not deserve relaxation. Instead it got up, cleaned itself off and prepared to do a task, superimposing in it's memory pleasure and pain.

It had prepared a ginger plug and obtained a vibrator. It inserted the vibrator into it's still sopping wet pussy and the plug into it's anus, which burned immensely as it didn't use lube this time. It was no longer allowed to cum, so it modified the task a little bit to do five minutes between each rotation, starting with vibrator in it's vagina and plug in it's anus, and then switching.

It very quickly craved orgasm but had plenty of experience in denying itself, trembling and panting as it struggled to stave off it's climax. After what seemed like an eternity it switched positions. It was actually somewhat used to the intense burning of ginger in it's anus, but putting the ginger into it's vagina was a cruel sensation indeed. The burning seemed magnified tenfold, bringing tears to it's eyes, and the constant anal stimulation didn't help. At least it no longer had trouble staving off orgasm, it was in too much pain to think about cumming.

All this time it used a wooden spoon it had bought to spank it's pussy, which sent pain shooting up into it's abdomen. The fact that there was always some object hanging out of it's vagina forced it to spank either it's groin or it's clit, though it's aim wasn't especially good. The task called for five rotations, it had thought it could maybe do more, but after experiencing five it was more than ready to quit at the bare minimum.

Immediately after this it began it's second task, which consisted of a lot of clothespins and wax, which it had very seldom ever experimented with before. It attacked two clothes pins to each nipple (a difficult task since it's nipples aren't particularly big), 10 clothes pins circling each breast, three clothespins on each pussy lip, and finally a clothespin on the nose and tongue.

The pain was intense. It had expected the clothespins pain to be dulled after a while but instead it stayed, even increasing as they bit harder and harder into it's somewhat delicate skin.

Moving quickly as it could already see redness starting to form and didn't intend to cause permanent nerve damage, it struggled to lay on it's back and using one of those jar candles that fills with wax after a while it started to pour wax over it's most sensitive areas. The task called for it to "pour candle wax over the places where [it] has put clothes pins and fill them]. It poured hot wax all over it's pussy, which burned immensely and then drizzled wax over it's torso. Finally, before the burning of the wax before had subsided it opened it's mouth, it squeezed it's eyes shut and used it's tongue to make sure it didn't ingest or inhale the wax, and poured the remaining wax over it's face.

This finally broke it, it dropped the jar of wax next to it (luckily it did not break) and started to gag, clawing the wax off of it's body and spitting it onto the floor around it. In hindsight pouring wax not designed for bdsm onto sensitive areas like it's pussy and mouth was dangerous and it would not do this again, although it got lucky with only some slight, mild sunburn-esque irritation.

It has been busy the last few days after that and thus hasn't completed any more tasks even in times where in hindsight it probably had the opportunity to. It hopes master punishes it severely for this, as this is truly dereliction of duty on it's part. It begs for punishment not just from master but from all it's readers as well.