My punishments for taunting my owner on Getdare

[cutcords]

Aww, your wrong-hand-written lines are so cute!

[sir stefan]

40 minutes on the way.
Her toes become tired
her pussy becomes sensitive
I give her little tasks.
but maybe I'm distracting her too much
she wants to talk.
i better shutup for 5 minutes.

[sir stefan]

Its done.
She did 1.5 hr.
My pet is very brave.
She makes mistakes, but is really good in correcting them
She will write a bigger report later.
She needs a big cuddle now

[little pet]

Just a quick heads up; I will be writing my update later today, with permission from Sir. I'll really need to take my time writing this one

[little pet]

Originally Posted by cutcords

Aww, your wrong-hand-written lines are so cute!

Thank you, it was incredibly hard to do

[little pet]

Here is my report on yesterday's punishment, as promised.

After having finished my preparations, which you can read about in an earlier post, I had to get ready. Straddle the "pony" so that I had to stand on tiptoes with my pussy just touching the wooden pole. I had to set a timer for 40 minutes and wait for Sir Stefan to come online (on hangouts) with my hands on my head and ball gag in my mouth.

I spent the first five minutes just getting used to the feeling of staying on my toes, keeping my balance. The pole between my legs was clearly present, but the feeling was far from unpleasant. Of course I knew that would change. Initially I thought I was going to be there for forty minutes. I was wondering if I would be able to get through it. After ten minutes, I felt my feet getting tired and I kept lowering myself a little. Of course the pole was too high to allow my feet to be flat on the floor. After a while, the feeling of my pussy being pressed into the pole became very annoying so I went back up on my tiptoes again. By that time, I had a pretty good idea what riding the pony would entail. I was glad that Sir checked in with me every now and then. I had my iPad in front of me on a stool, so I could see Hangouts, and type replies. It was quite the setup :-).

After about fifteen minutes, Sir told me to remove my gag and pick up my flute (which was right next to me on a stand). He told me to play a piece, without mistakes. Well...let me tell you, that was difficult. I was a little out of breath, I had to keep finding my balance, and my pussy was starting to hurt. On top of that I felt like a right idiot, standing there like that, playing my flute. Sir was gloating, especially when I told him afterwards that the piece I tried to play, is a piece I'm performing at a concert in two weeks. How I am going to be able to perform with a straight face I don't know ...I'll have to try my best not to burst out laughing when I'll inevitably be reminded of the punishment.
Well, at least it was a temporary distraction from the growing discomfort. After that, I was left to myself again, gag back in my mouth, hands back on my head. Left to ponder my situation. Back to going up and down...having to choose between hurting my pussy, or having very painful toes.
I had to reset my timer, which by then had only ten minutes left. Back to forty minutes. The realisation that I would be there for much longer than I initially thought, hit me. I didn't think I would be able to do it. But sir managed to distract me with a silly but funny little task.

I'm an artist, and earlier, I had showed Sir I painting I was making, with colourful bugs and mosquitos. He loved it. So Sir told me to pick up my marker pen and draw a mosquito on my left breast. And a beetle on my right breast. Back to feeling like an idiot again. But by then that didn't even bother me anymore...I was just happy with the distraction. And besides, it wasn't as weird as playing my flute on the wooden pony.

By then, almost fifty minutes in, things started to get really difficult. I kept losing my balance, causing me to painfully push my pussy and clit into the pole every time. My toes were hurting and now my calves were starting to burn from the strain of being on my toes the whole time. Luckily Sir stayed with me online now. I really couldn't have done it on my own. He told me to pick up the lit candle and drip some wax on my breasts. I didn't think I was capable of laughing at that point, but when he told me to "tease the bugs" I drew on my breasts, with the wax "because bugs are annoying" I did laugh. The wax was a welcome distraction. I love the hot feeling, especially on my nipples. This led Sir to comment that I was having way too much fun, and that this wasn't really a punishment after all. I can tell you, it was really starting to feel like one!

I had to reset my timer again, this time to thirty minutes. I was reminded that this was a severe punishment, and that I wasn't done yet. I was almost in tears at that point, but sir told me he was there for me. I was now more than an hour in, and there was one thing left on the list I hadn't had to use yet. The nipple clamps, with the small water bottles attached as weights. They sucked. Big time. So painful, I wasn't able to type my replies to Sir anymore. So he told me to stay quiet, with my hands behind my back. I think the clamps were only on for five minutes, but by then I was crying for real. The pain in my nipples was intense. My legs were shaking constantly by then, my toes and pussy were in agony. I was a mess; tears, drool and sweat dripping from my body. My cunt was so wet, I must have left a puddle on the floor.

Ten minutes later, Sir reminded me why I was there, why I was suffering. I had been ignoring him in an earlier chat, getting distracted by a game I was playing. He asked me how I would like to be left alone now, to my own devices. Of course that was the last thing I wanted! I was getting desperate and begged Sir to stay with me. It really brought home the point of why my mistake had made him so angry. I had been careless, disrespectful, rude. The tears started again, but my pussy was so unbelievably wet...I hardly knew anything anymore...time was a blur. And then..the timer was done. The last thirty minutes were up. I was allowed to get off the pony. I could hardly lift my leg over the pole the get off it, they were shaking so much. It took me a good while to get back to being myself again. This had been so unbelievably intense and heavy. Afterwards, sir told me I had been on the pony for an hour and a half...I didn't even realise how long it had been...

[sir stefan]

Dear pet,
Your report is superb.
Your excersize was superb.
I was there, i know.
Reading it like this is beautifull.

You know ( we discussed) how i felt when you where not paying attention to me when we where chatting. You know (as you clearly explain in your report) how sad that made me feel. How bad it felt that you were not giving me all the attention while at the same time you know that you always get the 110% from me. You know that it was not just the slip of tongue that you said "sorry" during our chat. You know that you said it because you basically were not with me.
So you know how that made me feel real abandoned and sad.
But very clearly, very fast, you realized that you did not want that. That you did not want to make me feel sad. That you really wanted to do something to cheer me up. You begged for a punishment. And you begged it to be severe such that you would feel your failure to be fully whiped clean.

The task you did was created to achieve that. Everybody can read it was severe. Everybody can now share your feelings of discomfort, of pain, of suffering.
I am proud you did. It made me feel good. I really felt your sacrifice to get back to me. You're the best pet i can wish for.
A big thankyou for you

[little pet]

As punishment for forgetting my clothes mail (i have to send my owner a report on what I'm wearing every day) I had to go shopping for 2 hours wearing my tackbra and, a new addition: tack panties! a very appropriate punishment, Sir thought.

I'm now 1,5 hours on the way. Sir told me to grab a cup of coffee to "sit down and relax". So that's what I'm doing now. Though i can't really call it sitting. I'm in pain. Can't concentrate on writing more right now.

Wish me luck please. I'll update later when i can think properly...

[little pet]

As promised, here is a full report on this mornings punishment.

As said, I was being punished for forgetting my clothes mail. I wore the tack bra once before and though it was painful and very uncomfortable, it made me very horny. In a conversation that followed I casually mentioned to Sir, that I had seen a blog by a woman who had a tack bra. But she also had tack panties! I was intrigued, but it scared me a little. Appearently, Sir really liked the idea. And that's how I came to wear tack panties along with my bra today.

I had to be out for 2 hours. I decided to do some birthday shopping for a few friends. Putting the bra and panties on, took some serious courage. I decided to wear a sweater and loose fitting trousers, so that the tacks wouldn't be too hard on my pussy. Getting dressed was hard, especially lifting my legs and bending down to tie my shoe laces.

After that, i set out to the stores. Of course, I couldn't use my bike with the tacks in my panties, so I had to walk 10 minutes. I was struck by how much i took normal movements for granted, until there were lots and lots of little spikes poking the most sensitive parts of my body. Bending down, reaching up, sliding my bag from my shoulder, everything became a major challenge. Every movement sent a wave of pain and excitement through my body. I unconsciously sighed or let out the occasional moan. And of course I was sure everyone could tell exactly why I was moving so gingerly.

At a clothing store, I saw I dress I'd been looking at before. It was on sale and I didn't want to pass up on the opportunity. Even though it meant trying it on. Changing was quite the ordeal. There wasn't a stool or anything so I had to bend down to undo my shoelaces again(sitting might not have been better though). The dress was a perfect fit though, so at least I was rewarded for my suffering. So I just had to get dressed again and pay...no big deal of course....

After that I needed a break, so I went to get some coffee. The waiter was annoyingly happy, holding the door for me, leading me to a table. He then proceeded to wait for me while I sat down. I tried to keep a straight face while I carefully sat down. Fuck! I then had to set my bags down on the floor before he took my order. He even asked me if I was alright . I gave some evasive answer and then thankfully, he left to get my coffee. My face couldn't have been redder if I wanted. I tried my best to get comfortable, but it just didn't work. Leaning backwards slightly, helped just a little. But the tacks stayed where they were, firmly pressed into my labia. I found out that, while moving around was hard, sitting quietly with nothing to distract me from the pain was even worse. There was just no relief. So I tried to type an update in my blog. And I mailed sir to updat him on my situation. He said he was proud of me and he was very supportive. Apart from the gloating of course...
By the time I had finished my coffee and my updates, I had reached my 2 hours. But I still had the 10 minutes walk back home (much to Sir's liking). Standing up again was agony, and I don't think I did a very good job of concealing that.

Walking back was the hardest part. I was tired, hot and in pain. And oh so horny. My thighs moved against the side of my panties as I walked. Boobs bounce when walking...something else I just took for granted....not this time though. My breasts and pussy were on fire by now. I was so glad to get home after this shopping trip! Taking the bra and panties of was quite painful as well. The relief came after. My breasts and pussy were covered in tiny red spots, They looked like they'd been in a fight with a hedgehog. The skin wasn't broken, and by now, the spots are fading rapidly.

Once I regained my wits a little, I had a chat with Sir on hangouts. He was very proud of me. I had done it! Hell, I was proud of me too. He had me tape a vibrator on my clit and of course he wanted me to tell about every painful, embarrassing little detail. I was was rewarded with two mind blowing orgasms that left me in tears of utter bliss and relief.

[sir stefan]

Well,
A great report, an amazing journey.
Not sure whether gd will attract members because they want to read,
or get cancelations because they can't stand the jealous feelings as they wish they could have such a sweet nice pet.
You had a wonderfull time.
We had a wonderfull chat.

But as much as I am domming you, You are putting great pressure on my ability to come with a next task. Luckily you're out of open punishments for now.
(last time you succeeded to stay clear for 3 days)