a punana; tasks for Sir David

Sir David has set a punana two tasks to be completed and posted before Christmas.

Firstly, in the morning after H had left for work and before a punana had used the toilet and showered, it went, naked, out to the garage. There, it faced the wall which is of bare brick. it pressed itself against the wall so that its nipples, pubis and knees were in contact with the bricks. It was very cold in the garage; there had been the first sharp frost of the winter overnight.

In this position, it moved against the wall so that its points of contact were rubbed by the brick while it counted to 100.

a punana found it difficult to move all contact points properly so by the time it had counted to ten, it was concentrating on swaying from side to side which rubbed its nipples against the brickwork, and also its knees to a lesser degree. However, there was almost no contact of its pubis to the wall.

a punana apologises most humbly but this was the best it could manage; perhaps if its tits were bigger it could have done better.

By the time it had counted to 50, its nipples were already really sore and it had to use its trick of imagining that the members of The Circle were there watching a punana perform for Them. Even so, a punana had to grit its teeth in order to carry on and reach 100. The fact that it was so cold in the garage did not help; a punana’s nipples were erect, either from the cold or from its arousal at have to perform for The Circle.

Relieved, it examined its nipples and knees, grazes and scratches but, mercifully, no blood; just very sore!

Next it got a bucket and placed it between a punana’s feet and it pissed into the bucket. 

Standing naked in the garage pissing into a bucket. Although a punana was, in reality, alone, it felt totally humiliated; as if the members of The Circle were actually there watching and laughing at it.

a punana even blushed in shame!

It was sore for the rest of the day, especially its nipples which were chafed by its bra as it moved around.

The second task was to be performed during the evening. As instructed, a punana fixed three bulldog clips to each cunt-lip. And these had to stay in place for a full four hours.

a punana is no stranger to these instruments of torture having worn them many times before; but never for such a long time. However, at around 6.30 a punana went up to the bedroom and fixed the clips in place then pulled up its panties and adjusted its skirt so that nothing would show.

The evening was spent mostly watching television and a punana got as comfortable as it could, lying on the couch with its head against H’s side. But it was still in discomfort and fidgeted about occasionally although it did try to keep still. Fortunately after a while a degree of numbness took over and dulled the pain slightly.

However, twice a punana got up to fetch drinks from the kitchen and this sent pain searing through its cunt. One time it winced visibly but a punana passed it off as a stiff muscle from the way it had been lying.

About half an hour or so before bedtime a punana turned to H and started to kiss Him and stroke Him through His trousers, it could feel that His Cock was hardening. So, it finished its drink, said that it needed to go to the bathroom and it would get ready for bed. H replied that He would finish His drink while the television programme finished and then He would come up.

In the bathroom, a punana undressed and only then realised that one of the clips had come off. it sat on the toilet and bunched up the corner of a towel to put in its mouth; it knew to expect a lot of pain when it took the remaining clips off. 

With the towel in its mouth it quickly removed the clips; better to take the pain in one big hit rather than stretch it out. a punana doubled up as the blood flowed back into its tortured flesh and the pain hit; it would surely have screamed out loud but for the towel.

a punana’s lips were swollen and discoloured and the indentations where the clips had been were clearly visible. So a punana quickly prepared for bed and was comfortably in bed before H came up.

Once H was in bed, a punana switched off the light so that H would not see the damage the clips had caused and it cuddled up next the H and kissed Him for a while before sliding down under the covers to kiss and lick and suck on His Cock bringing It to maximum hardness.

Then it straddled Him and lowered itself, wincing in pain as His Cock pushed in past its tender cunt-lips. But after the first wave of pain, its juices eased the way and once He was fully embedded in a punana’s wet cunt it could ride Him with relatively little discomfort; pleasure overcoming the pain, and as soon as H shot His load into its greedy cunt a punana came as well. The mix of pain and pleasure too much for it to withstand.  

a punana; Pain Session for Master Joe

The day arrived at last; the day of a punana’s session of self-inflicted pain as instructed by Master Joe. a punana did not sleep well, in fact, it hadn’t slept well for a few nights, anticipating what it must do to itself today. It didn’t help that Master Joe had forbidden a punana to cum for the last week or so. 

Anxious to get started, a punana got out of bed as soon as it heard H driving off for work. But first things first; it went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with its cup. As it does most mornings, it collected its piss in the cup and quickly drank it. it had been told that it would come to relish the taste of piss, but that day has not yet arrived and a punana pulled a face as it drank.

Normally, a punana would brush its teeth straight away but, although it hadn’t been told not to, a punana felt it right that it performed its tasks with the taste of its own piss in its mouth.

Still naked, it moved around, gathering and putting in place all the items it would need to inflict suffering on its body.

With everything in place, a punana lay on the bed and kicked its legs up over its head and tied its ankles to the headboard. it reached for the leather belt and wrapped about a third of its length around a punana’s right hand. Then it swung the belt as hard as it could, landing the blow on its ass.

The belt stung but it was nothing a punana couldn’t cope with. But it was a different case after 10… 20… 25 lashes. This was beginning to hurt and a punana’s ass was turning bright red. Some of the strokes caught a punana’s exposed cunt and those really hurt, causing a punana to gasp and grunt in pain. But a punana did not want to stop – it had been ordered not to pause by Master Joe and it developed a steady rhythm, allowing maybe two or three seconds between each swing of the belt, and counting the strokes out loud.

After 50 or 60 lashes, a punana’s arm was tiring but it was not allowed to pause and it knew that its left arm would be less strong and coordinated. 80… 90… so close. a punana’s ass was glowing red and was really tender by this time but it was almost there; 95… 96…

100! a punana breathed a sigh of relief and throw down the belt. it needed to please Master Joe and The Circle, so it quickly untied its ankles and stretched itself before moving to the next position, in front of the mirror.

a punana knelt facing the mirror. In front of it, on the floor was a kitchen tray with two boxes of drawing pins (about 100) emptied onto it. it set the timer for 10 minutes before going down onto all fours. a punana took a deep breath before dropping onto its elbows and sliding its arms out in front of it. a punana winced as its tits came into contact with some of the pins and then it almost cried out loud as it pressed its tits down and so many pins pricked its flesh.

This was agony and a punana had to use its trick of imagining that it was doing this in the presence of the members of The Circle and that it would be severely punished if it failed to perform. a punana didn’t know whether it was better to shift position slightly or to stay in the same position. But either way, the pain was terrible and a punana could feel its eyes tearing up.   

At last the timer sounded and a punana carefully pushed itself up onto its knees, inspected its poor tits and was amazed that there was no blood; it felt certain that there would be. About a dozen pins were sticking in its flesh and a punana gingerly picked them out.

There was worse to come; now it had to sit on the pins and its ass was already sore.

Moving to straddle the tray, it reset the timer and lowered itself; flinching and gasping as its ass touched the pins. Oh god, 10 minutes of this!! But in the mirror, it caught a glimpse of the glisten of its cunt-juice between its legs. a punana closed its eyes and again imagined itself being observed by The Circle – that thought seems to help. But this was 10 minutes of pure torture and its eyes were filled with tears when the timer sounded and it opened its eyes.

it turned and examined its ass in the mirror. The flesh was glowing red and there were many puncture marks, plus lots of pins still sticking in it. Removing the pins, a punana checked on the list to see what was next for it.

Rubber bands on its tits; a punana has had to do this several times to itself, usually it would sit on the edge of the bed but this time. Rather than sit, it remained kneeling. Stretching the rubber band between the thumb and index finger of its left hand, it pulled the band back with its right hand and let it go to snap against its left tit, about an inch above the nipple. it had forgotten how much this hurt and it let out a gasp of pain and surprise. Nine more followed with a punana flinching and crying out with each snap. a punana couldn’t face another ten on the same tit so soon so it moved to the right tit and aimed this ten just above this nipple.

Alternating tits, a punana repeated just below the nipple, then to the right and then to the left of each nipple. Tears were flowing by the time it began aiming to its left nipple and it had to rest for a brief moment before doing its nipples. These were by far the worst and again a punana had to take a moment before continuing.

When it had regained a little composure, it slipped a rubber band around the base of each sore and blotchy tit, watching as they started to swell and darken almost immediately. a punana’s poor tortured nipples were next and it fixed a bulldog clip to each tender nipple; bringing fresh squeals of pain and more tears.

A bulldog clip was then attached to each of its cunt lips and weights hung on each cunt clip. Every movement was now excruciating agony and a punana was doubtful that it could complete its tasks; Master Joe had set a punana such a hard programme!

The next task would be especially painful with the bulldog clips in place. a punana fixed the thick black dildo to the seat of the dining chair it had earlier brought up from downstairs. it knelt, set the timer for 5 minutes and began to orally worship the dildo as if it was a real cock; kissing, licking, sucking and taking the dildo as deep into its mouth as it could – which was not very deep as the dildo was so thick, certainly a punana could not get this into its throat. However, it worked as hard as it could despite the increasing pain in its nipples due to the clips jiggling about as a punana bobbed its head up and down the dildo.

This was the easy part; when the timer sounded, a punana reset it for 20 minutes and then stood and straddled the dildo. Reaching back, it lubed its ass and lowered itself; impaling its ass on the dildo. a punana had done this before but this was to be for a longer time and now it had the bulldog clips on its nipples and cunt-lips. Tears flowed almost immediately and the pain was unbearable, so after only a few minutes it had to pause. In fact it to pause several times in the required 20 minutes for a minute or two each time. a punana apologises most humbly for failing to perform as instructed but the pain really was too much.

At the end of the 20 minutes, a punana raised itself wearily, pulled the dildo off the chair and re-inserted it back into its ass. Walking carefully downstairs and out into the back garden, a punana knelt in the private corner, set the timer again for 20 minutes and then lowered itself into the obeisance position with its arms stretched out in front of it and with its face to the ground. But this position meant that its nipples, complete with clips, were pressed against the hard, cold ground.

It was a chilly day, fine for someone fully dressed and moving about but the chill soon got to a punana’s naked body. But at least a punana didn’t have to move and its nipples and cunt-lips became numb; some slight relief from the pain caused by the bulldog clips. a punana was shivering from the cold well before the required 20 minutes was completed.

Master Joe had instructed a punana to do running on the spot next, to warm it up. But a punana was dreading this as it still had the bulldog clips on its nipples and its cunt-lips. a punana began slowly and carefully but the pain was still unbearable and it was relieved when the clips on its cunt-lips came off after only a few moments. a punana knew that it wouldn’t be able to do ten minutes with the clips attached to its cunt-lips; firstly they would keep coming off which would add two minutes to the required time and, secondly, it was simply too painful to run with them on.

So a punana had to decide what to do and it decided to carry on the running on the spot without the clips on its cunt-lips; it was painful enough with the clips on its nipples. But even these dropped off after a few minutes and a punana decided to carry on without them; knowing this decision would almost certainly result in a punishment. But, at least a punana was able to do the full ten minutes running on the spot. 

This was the last activity and a punana gratefully went back into the house and up to the bedroom where, as instructed, it knelt in front of the mirror and fingered itself to a very welcome orgasm.

This orgasm was supposed to be a reward for completing all its tasks, which it had failed to do. But it needed this orgasm so very much and it could think of nothing else.

Finally, emotionally and physically exhausted, a punana got to its feet and tidied away its ‘toys’ and went for a hot shower.

a punana wishes to thank Master Joe for taking the time to set these tasks for it and it wishes to apologise most profusely for failing to complete the tasks fully. a punana knows that it has earned punishment for its failure and it begs Master Joe or other members of The Circle to prescribe a fitting punishment which a punana will gratefully accept, knowing that any punishment will help a punana to better serve.

a punana; Chat with Sir David

Due to a punana’s confusion with the time difference, Sir David had been on line for more than an hour before a punana logged on. Sir David was justifiably angry and He asked a punana if it was appropriate that it spend the entire available 90 minutes in pain; a punana had to agree. Also, Sir David had instructed a punana that it was not to take a piss since 11pm the previous night; a punana had to admit that it had taken a piss first thing in the morning.

Sir David had also sent a punana a list of items it was to have available to use on itself and He instructed it to list these items, which were; two dildoes – a thick black ridged and a longer thinner flexible one, clothes pegs, bulldog clips, a stiff hair brush, towels, a bowl and a vibrator. Sir David then required confirmation that a punana was dressed as He had instructed; naked except for 3” heels, a push-up bra and a necklace and that its cunt was wet.

Sir David instructed a punana to take the thick black dildo, spit on it and shove it into its cunt which it did to a depth of about 5”. a punana then had to stand and walk around the room, clenching to keep the dildo in its cunt without using its hands. a punana did as it was told and managed to keep the dildo from slipping out more than about 1”. it then had to put a towel on the floor, squat over the towel and push out the dildo, it then had to lick the dildo clean, relishing the taste of its own cunt juices.

Sir David then had a punana sit with its legs spread wide and use the vibrator on itself. A punana was very aroused when it was told to stop and press the stiff bristles of the hairbrush hard against its clit and grind against the brush as He counted slowly down from 20. a punana then had to report its pain and arousal levels on a scale of 1 – 10; both were 9 at this stage! 

Sir David enquired about a punana’s piss-holding and it had to report that it was in pain from needing to piss. Sir David said He was considering making it cum until it pissed itself or making it piss into the bowl and pour the piss over its head or even piss into an enema bag and inject the piss into its ass. al these options aroused a punana even more.

Instead He told a punana to squat, get a nipple hard, brush the nipple five times and then put a bulldog clip on it. But before it followed these instructions He instructed a punana to say what it was. It replied, “a punana is a painslut, a low creature existing only for the pleasure of others.”

its thighs were burning from squatting and Sir David, most mercifully, permitted a punana to stand as it followed His instruction. a punana lifted its titmeat from the bra and did as it was told to its right nipple; the tears were starting to flow from the pain in its nipple. Pain and arousal levels were now both a 10.

Sir David now instructed a punana to do the left nipple and said that He may allow it masturbate if it did as it was told. A punana obeyed as Sir David told it what it would do to it if He was here in the room with it. Oh how it wished that He were really here to fully control a punana in real life! Instead, a punana had to imagine that He was here and that the other members of The Circle were sitting around, sipping coffee as They enjoy the spectacle of a punana suffering the pain and degradation that it deserves.  

With both bulldog clips in place, Sir David asked again for pain and arousal levels, which were both at 10, and whether its tears were flowing, which they were and if it was trembling from the pain. a punana answered that it was trembling but was trying to keep still to try to minimised the pain in its nipples. Sir David jeered that He was considering have a punana slap its tits, or jump up and down or to fuck itself with the black dildo. He said that a punana was a nothing; a piece of meat to be used and fucked by anyone who wanted to use it.

By now, its nipples were a little numb and the pain level had dropped to 9 so Sir David had it gently bounce up and down on its toes three times and then slap each tit twice. It must be impossible for a punana to slap its own tits hard but even light slaps sent fresh waves of agony searing through its poor tortured nipples.

a punana was next instructed to push the black dildo slowly into its ass. Mercifully, Sir David permitted a punana to use lube. A punana obeyed, bringing fresh tears and cries of pain from the dual torment in its nipples and now in its ass. Sir David mocked a punana’s cries and tears, telling it that nobody would come to help it; that nobody cared; that it was a worthless hole who offers itself to Him, to The Circle and to anyone or anything that The Circle chooses to let use it.  

By now, the thick black dildo was about half way in and the pain level was back up to 10. But Sir David made a punana hold the dildo with one hand and walk twice around the room, slowly and sexily, tits swaying, ass clenching and unclenching and hips swaying like a dancer; like a whore. The pain in its nipples and its ass was excruciating but, of course it obeyed although the tears continued to flow.

Sir David now instructed a punana to place the bowl on a towel on the floor and to kneel straddling the bowl. Then He told it to slide the dildo out of its ass until just the head was in, at the same time pissing. Then to push it in and stop the flow and to repeat this until a punana had finished pissing. it did manage to stop pissing after a while but not when it first tried, the flow was too much. Sir David was merciful and permitted a punana to empty its bladder, for which it was hugely thankful; the pain of having a full bladder was getting to be unbearable. 
  
But Sir David allowed a punana no respite. He had it sit at the desk with the thick black dildo still in its ass and it had to push the other one deep into its cunt and then it had to hump up and down, gasping in pain as the twin invaders were deeper and deeper. Then it had to kneel and slap its titties downward against the edge of the desk, both at the same time, 3 times! It hurts so, so much! Three more times; this time just the nipples and bulldog clips hitting the edge of the desk. This was simply agonising.

Back sitting, with the two dildoes again pushed deep into its ass and cunt, Sir David told it to use the vibrator on itself while, with its other hand, flicking the bulldog clips and scratching its tit-meat with its fingernails. And it had to do this until it orgasmed, from the pain, from the humiliation, from the abuse!

As a punana was cumming, Sir David told it to tug on the clip on its left nipple. It was screaming and crying from a mix of pleasure and pain. And all the while, Sir David was verbally abusing a punana; telling it that it was a pig, a fucking nasty sick bitch, an animal.

And a punana kept on cumming and cumming, again and again!  

Sir David kept up the verbal abuse until a punana finally came back down from what was probably the most intense orgasm or orgasms it had ever experienced.

Finally, He had a punana kneel and take off the bulldog clips. Hesitating, knowing the agony to come, it knelt and nervously gripped the clips.

The pain took a second to come and then it was the worst thing as the blood flowed back making a punana scream out and double up, its face to the floor as it clutched at its tortured nipples in a vain attempt to ease the pain. For several minutes a punana couldn’t move until the pain slowly subsided and it could reach down between its legs to gently pull the dildoes from its cunt and its ass.

Finally a punana was able to crawl on its hands and knees to the computer to give its thanks to Sir David for using a punana as it deserved.

It took a punana several minutes before it recovered enough to clean and clear away everything and then it went down to the kitchen to brew tea. Back in the bedroom with its tea, it sat on the bed and gently examined its poor nipples. They were still discoloured and the indentations from the bulldog clips were still visible. And they were so tender to the touch!  it slid a hand down to its cunt and slipped a finger in; wet! It was tempted to masturbate again but it knew that would be forbidden and, anyway, a glance at the clock told a punana that it needed to shower and dress so that it could collect H.

Later, in bed, a punana lovingly worshipped H’s gorgeous cock, licking, kissing and sucking it as if its life depended on it. But then, it straddled Him and lowered itself, taking Him into its ass once again. And as a punana rode Him it took His hands and put them to its tits, gasping in pain as He tweaked its sore nipples. This made the events of the session run through its mind and a punana came… with H’s cock in its ass!

After cleaning H and itself, it snuggled down with H and He said softly, “you came… from anal.”

“Yes,” it replied.

“Are you getting to like it? That’s three nights running we’ve done that.”

“Maybe I am. But, more to the point, do You like it?”

“I didn’t think I would, but yes I do like it.”

“Well, anytime You want me there You only have to say.”

The punana's afternoon

The punana performed quite adequately this morning (morning for me, afternoon for her).

It arrived one hour later than it had scheduled. The reason offered was that it had miscalculated EST based on its own time zone in the UK.  As you might imagine, waiting a full hour for my treat didn't put me in a good mood. The session was a very painful 90 minutes, culminating with a quite intense orgasm.

The punana should be posting a description of the session sometime soon either here or at her own blog. I will post the chat log on the "chat logs" page of this site for your reading enjoyment.

punana's afternoon preparations

Our punana offered itself to me several days ago and today is the day I will accept that offer. The session is less than an hour away and I thought it would be good to do some "pre-game commentary", as it were.

I have been off on other projects these last few months and haven't posted or written much. Things have not lightened up for me much and I don't expect my activity level to significantly change, but the punana's offer intrigued me.

Why?

Our punana has been part of the Circle longer than an other submissive. Her/it's devotion is unquestioned and its obedience is absolute. When she initially presented herself - a fan of my writing who sought to make her fantasies real - she was clearly an intelligent, highly motivated married woman who wanted to explore things she couldn't explore at home. Her dedication to H is commendable and her desire to bring some of her own fantasies into the bedroom attracted me. If only every man had such a woman! Not merely in terms of submissiveness and obedience, but in terms of wanting to "play" in the bedroom. To explore the limits of each other's bodies, of each other's desires. I haven't been in contact with many people who are in couples like that.

Over the course of the last two years or so, she has crossed so many boundaries, violated so many taboos, submitted herself to so many of the whims and fancies of various members of the Circle one cannot help but look forward to the next session. The limits of her depravity are yet to be found and her desire to please is boundless.

Which leads to today.

I need a break. I have been working hard, juggling too many real life responsibilities, commitments, and duties. There are other submissives in the Circle with whom I could find relief, the punana's timing happened to be perfect.

But, enough singing the praises of the lowest of the low! Corollary to what I wrote above is the plain and simple fact that this is a mature, attractive woman who has lowered herself to the level of an "it" and is presenting itself to me for any type of experience I choose.

And, while I find Leigh much more attractive and intelligent (and possibly even more willing to submit to anything I propose), Anne much easier to shame and humiliate, and Tiffany a much better bed partner, the punana's timing just happened to be right.

Such are the vagaries of life!

a punana; preparing for a chat II

Today is the day; later a punana will be doing a live text chat with Sir David. a punana is both excited and scared; what will He have a punana do to itself? a punana is sure it will be both painfull and humiliating.

Sir David instructed a punana to find the largest things it could take in its ass and in its throat. it considered a banana for its throat and a squirty cream can for its ass, but it was afraid the lid of the can would come off.
So it settled on dildos, for its throat a soft bendy one 7" long and 1.5" diameter which is about 4.5 - 5" circumference.

For its ass it chose a black dildo with a knobbly ribbed surface, 6" long but 2.25" diameter which is scarily about 7" circumference.

a punana got ass-fucked again last night by its Husband, H. Again a punana rode on top of Him, impaling its ass on His lovely cock. H actually said that it bothered Him that a punana didn't get to cum when He ass-fucked it but a punana assured Him that His pleasure was what mattered and that it didn't matter whether a punana had an orgasm or not.

By the way, H does not use the name 'a punana'; that name is reserved for use by The Circle and anyone They decide.

a punana can hardly wait for 5 o'clock to come around!!!

a punana; preparing for a chat

a punana has offered itself to Sir David for a live text chat. Normally, Sir David invites other members of The Circle to these chats but He wants a punana for Himself this time. a punana likes it when there are others there to participate in, or merely witness, its suffering and degradation but, of course, it accepts Sir David's decision.

In preparation, Sir David has instructed a punana to find the biggest things it can take in its ass and in its throat. a punana has ideas and will experiment later today and will report tomorrow.

Sir David also instructed a punana to persuade its Husband, H, to fuck it in its ass as often as it can before the chat. H used to be reluctant to use a punana's ass but no longer and He readily agreed last night. Usually, when H fucks its ass it is in the doggy position but, last night, for only the second time when being ass-fucked a punana rode on top. H clearly enjoyed it as a punana rode His beautiful cock and a punana will try to repeat this tonight. After all, it is only right the a punana should 'do the work' when pleasuring H.

Anal fucking used to hurt a punana terribly but now it is reasonably comfortable; but then a punana's pain or pleasure is irrelevant, all that matters is H's pleasure.

Sir David told a punana thaat it should be somewhere reasonably soundproof for the chat so He clearly expects a punana to be crying out in pain. a punana must admit to being a little scared of whatever He has in mind; but it is also excited and aroused by the prospect.

a punana; a punana's tit torture II

Just two weeks later, a punana was led back into the same room. Again a punana was naked except for its steel slave collar and high heels. This time its arms were secured behind its back; cuffed at the wrists and with a leather strap pulled tight around its elbows which forced its shoulders back painfully and thrust out its tits. There was a ball-gag in its mouth. Tiffany led a punana by a leash attached to its collar.

a punana glanced around and recognised the members of The Circle plus some Guests from last time and several that it had never seen before. All were seated at tables which surrounded but were some distance from another table in the centre of the room. On this table there was a short plank of wood, about 1” thick, 6” wide and maybe 2’ long, clamped at one edge.

Tiffany led a punana to this side of the table and then said, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Could I have one of you men come out here to assist me?”

Immediately, Master Jack jumped to His feet and strode to the table. Tiffany whispered something to Him and He nodded, then stood behind a punana and pushed it down to its knees.

a punana was made to shuffle closer to the table so that its tits were lying on the piece of wood that was clamped to the table. Guessing what was about to happen, a punana tried to shrink away but Master Jack held it firmly with one arm around a punana’s neck. Meanwhile the audience had all stood and moved closer to the table for a better view of a punana’s imminent suffering.

Tiffany moved away for a moment but when She returned, a punana’s worst fears were confirmed as Tiffany was holding a hammer and several nails. a punana shook its head and tried to struggle but Master Jack was too strong. He reached out with His free hand and gripped a punana’s left nipple, pulling it out and pressing it down against the wood.

Tiffany took one of the nails – about 1½” long – and positioned it against a punana’s tit-flesh; just to the left of its stretched out nipple. As a punana watched in horror, Tiffany raised the hammer and struck the nail, driving it through a punana’s quivering tit-meat and into the wood.

Tiffany moved round the table and They repeated the operation on a punana’s right tit. Checking Her handiwork, Tiffany thanked Master Jack and told Him that He no longer needed to hold a punana as it was going nowhere.

He stood back but Tiffany was far from finished. A second nail was driven into a punana’s right tit just to other side of the nipple, with the same on the left tit. Two more followed on each side of each tit; six nails per tit, in total.

By now, a punana was trembling in pain and the tears were flowing freely; considering how much a punana’s tits were hurting, there was very little blood. But still Tiffany was not satisfied. A longer, thicker nail was pressed against a punana’s tit-flesh in a more central position and just behind the nipple. A punana howled into its gag as the nail was driven in, followed by another similar nail in the other tit.

Satisfied, They now released the clamps and pulled a punana to its feet as the audience clapped and cheered Their approval.

a punana was turned around and pushed face down onto the table. as Master Jack held it down, Tiffany fetched some rope and tied it down with its legs spread obscenely wide.

The plank of wood was now sticking up in the air and a punana could only stare up at the ceiling. But suddenly Tiffany came into view holding a box of long matches. With a wicked smile on Her face, She took a match from the box, lit it and disappeared from a punana’s view behind the wooden plank.

The next thing a punana knew was a burning sensation on its pubic mound, accompanied by a sickly burning smell.

She had set fire to a punana’s scant pubic hair – just a well trimmed 1” wide ‘landing strip’!

a punana wiggled and squirmed as Tiffany lit one match after another until She was satisfied that a punana’s mound was completely devoid of hair. And all the time, the laughter and crude comments from the crowd simply added to a punana’s suffering.

a punana next felt the familiar bite of clips being attached to its already stretched inner cunt-lips. Tiffany appeared above the plank and dangled some heavy looking weights so that a punana could see them.

“I hope it’s having fun, slut,” She laughed, “These are heavier than you have ever felt.” She obviously attached the weights and let them dangle because a punana suddenly felt a terrible jerk and pull on its tender cunt-lips. it screamed into its gag but the muffled sound was barely heard above the whoops of approval from the crowd.

From the corner of its bleary eye, a punana then saw a huge syringe in Tiffany’s hand before She again disappeared from its sight.

The prick of the needle, when it came, was nothing compared to the pain a punana was feeling in its nailed tits and its clipped and stretched inner lips and as the needle went in again and again – five injections on each outer lip, a punana had no idea what was happening. A punana had expected something more painful than this but it was experiencing comparatively minor discomfort; perhaps the pain was being masked by a punana’s other agonies.

The injections completed, a punana was untied and pulled up off the table. Once it had stood up and tried to close its legs, some understanding came to a punana. It was difficult for its pain addled mind to rationalise but it felt as if there was a cushion between its thighs.

But a punana was allowed no time to contemplate what had happened as Tiffany attached the leash to its collar and led it a full circuit of the room before taking it to a table where several members of The Circle were seated.

Immediately, They stood and began examining a punana’s tortured tits, making crude comments and congratulating Tiffany on Her handiwork. Sir John delighted in pushing the end of the piece of wood, making it swing and adding to a punana’s agony.

Then They sat and started poking and prodding a punana’s cunt lips, swing the weights hanging from its inner lips and again making appreciative comments.

“How much do they hang down without the weights?” ask Master Joe.

“About 1½,” replied Sir David, “and they stretch to 3” with the weights.”

“Mmmm, we can do better than that, remember flappy?” offered Sir John.

“Agreed, I think we can do at least another inch, if not more.”

“And what about the outer lips, how long will the effects of the saline last?”

So that was what They had done; injected a punana’s fleshy cunt-lips with saline solution to puff them up!

“No more than a few days and then they’ll gradually shrink back to normal,” replied Sir

David.

“Collagen,” suggested Master Joe, “back in England there were a couple of television actresses had collagen injections in their lips. Made the stupid bitches look ridiculous and they very quickly disappeared from the screen. But I’m sure it can be done with cunt-lips; and if it’s not permanent, it’s long lasting.”

“I’ll suggest it to Doc, see what he thinks.”

“Come to think of it,” interjected Sir John, “why not get the bitch’s mouth done at the same time. A blow-job with big thick lips is some experience. And if this slut looks stupid, then who cares?”

They all laughed as a punana had to stand and listen to Them discussing modifying its body… and its face, as if They were talking about a piece of furniture. But, that only emphasised a punana’s low status.

“Have you had any more thoughts about its tits, the polypropylene string implants?” asked Master Joe.

“Well, because it’s a banned procedure, Doc is having trouble sourcing the material, but he may have a contact in Mexico.”

“They tell me anything goes down there.”

“So I believe.”

 “So, is it dangerous, this polypropylene?”

“I think it’s banned because the implanted material may not stop growing and it can’t be controlled, not because it’s dangerous as such. it could end up with 60 inch tits.”

“Not like those silicone implants the Froggies made; used industrial grade silicone and if they ruptured the result was really nasty.”

“Huge tits, inflated cunt and mouth lips… the slut’ll look grotesque by the time we’ve finished. Just another step in its dehumanisation process.” laughed Master Jack.

“And such a pretty thing when it came to us,” smirked Sir John, “just for two weeks wasn’t it? Stupid bitch; as if we were ever going to let it go home to the UK!”   

  

Fresh tears – of shame and humiliation – ran down a punana’s cheeks as it listened to the conversation about it. It was true; a punana had travelled willingly to America, even paying its own airfare, to submit to The Circle; for two weeks as it thought to try to get those submissive fantasies out of its system. But that was… how long ago? Maybe 18 months, and a punana had soon realised its mistake. They would never let it go; it had condemned itself to a lifetime of servitude and abuse as soon as it had set foot off the plane.

“Any of you want to use it now?” asked Tiffany.

“Nah, we’ve all the time in the world with it. Let the guests have it if they want,” replied Sir John and the others agreed.

So Tiffany led a punana to the next table, where two black couples were seated.

“Just its mouth tonight; its cunt and ass are off limits,” instructed Tiffany. And one of the black Gentlemen stood and started unzipping. He was huge; even with the high heels a punana was wearing He towered over it.

Tiffany pushed a punana down to its knees and saying, “Enjoy it and pass it on to the next table when you have finished with it,” She walked off to join the other Circle members.

This Gentleman had a Cock to match His stature; It was huge, very long and very thick and a punana hesitated although it knew perfectly well what was required of it.

“Mouth open and get suckin’, bitch!” ordered the Gentleman.

This was bigger than any Cock a punana had ever had to deal with but it opened its mouth and took in the first few inches. From the corner of its eye, a punana swathe black Lady move and She grabbed its head pushing it onto the Gentleman’s monster Cock.

a punana had deep throated many times but nothing of this size and a punana gagged horribly. But the Lady allowed only a few seconds before pushing again, harder and between Them, after several attempts They pushed enough to force the head of the monster Cock into its throat and the Gentleman began to fuck its throat mercilessly.

Fortunately, He came quite quickly and He shot jet after jet of scalding hot cum straight down into a punana’s stomach. He pulled out and a punana collapsed to the floor, banging the wooden plank and sending waves of fresh agony coursing through its tortured tits.

As the Gentleman pulled a punana back up to its knees, it realised that quite a crowd had gathered to watch its performance. it was made to suck and lick His Cock clean before it was passed to the other black Gentleman sitting at the table.

Fortunately His cock was more of a normal size and a punana was able to service Him with no problem.

The two black Ladies were next and a punana was made to lick and suck Their Pussies until They both orgasmed over a punana’s face.

And so it went on; a punana was passed from table to table and at each one it was required to suck at least one Cock and / or lick a Pussy.

Finally, after visiting every table in the room, a punana was led back to the centre of the room, exhausted and almost out of its mind with pain. Master Jack made it kneel against the table and He used a set of pliers to roughly pull out the nails; using His free hand to cruelly squash its tits to the wood as He did so.

Through tear filled eyes, a punana sees Sir David indicate that the weighted clips should remain. So, it is pulled to its feet and Master Jack whispers that it should thank all the audience.

“Th…thank You, Ladies and Gentlemen, for permitting such a lowly creature as a punana to suffer for Your entertainment.”

And with that, a punana is led staggering from the room and back to the sanctuary of its cage.    

a punana; a punana's tit torture I

a punana was led into the room on the end of a leash attached to its steel slave collar. Holding the leash was Mistress Addison. A punana was naked except for its collar, 5” high heels and a wide leather belt fastened tightly around its waist. its wrists were locked into steel cuffs attached to the belt. A harness type ball gag filled its mouth.

As a punana was led through the room to a raised platform, it glanced around. The members of The Circle were all there together with Their Guests; maybe 40 or 50 people in all.

On the platform a punana was turned to face the crowd and a wooden pole was pushed under its left elbow, behind its back and then under its right elbow. This had the effect of pulling its arms back and restricting its movements. The ends of the pole were hooked onto chains which hung from the ceiling.  

Sir David moved forward and fastened a leather cuff around a punana’s right ankle while Mistress Addison did the same to its left ankle. They pulled its feet apart and tied off the cuffs to roped stretching off to either side of the platform. The chains attached to the wooden pole were then raised so that a punana was made to stand fully upright.

Satisfied with a punana’s position, Sir David moved to the side of the platform and then returned holding a handful of black plastic cable ties. Mistress Addison grabbed a punana’s right nipple and pulled its tit out while Sir David fitted one of the cable ties around the base of the tit and pulled the tie tight, causing a punana to gasp in pain as it watched its tit immediately begin to swell and darken. The Pair repeated the operation on a punana’s left tit before standing back briefly to assess Their work.

Apparently satisfied, They then tightened two more cable ties, evenly spaced, around each, already swollen, tit. And They finished by attaching a clamp on each nipple and hanging heavy weights from each clamp.

By now a punana was moaning into its gag, tears were filling its eyes and its head was bowed. So it did not see as Sir David walked round behind it. He grabbed it hair, pulling its head back up, then He tied a thin rope to its head harness and pulled back more before tying the other end of the rope to a loop on the leather belt round its waist.

a punana now had no choice but to stare out at the watching crowd. And it could hardly see what was happening as Sir David and Mistress Addison bent down. but a punana quickly realised what They were doing as it felt its inner cunt-lips being pulled. And sure enough, weighted clamps were fixed in place, pulling painfully on its already stretched lips. it moaned in pain as further weighted clamps were fixed onto its outer lips.

As Sir David and Mistress Addison rose and stood back there was a round of applause from the watching crowd until Sir David stepped forward and spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our little pain-toy is ready. Please feel free to come up onto the stage and examine it. There is a crop on the table at the back of the stage; feel free to use the crop on a punana. Enjoy the toy!”

Sure enough it was not long before the first group approached. It was Master Joe with another Gentleman who a punana did not recognise and two very attractive Ladies.

“Meet a punana,” said Master Joe, “touch it… feel it, if you want.”

“Where does she come from?” enquired one of the Ladies.

“Well, first of all, a punana is an ‘it’ not a ‘she’. Always remember, a punana is sub-human… sub-animal. it’s not a person, it’s a thing. But to answer your question, it’s from England, although I understand that it is actually Irish or from Irish extraction; I’m not sure which.”

As Master Joe was saying this, He and the other Gentleman were fondling and squeezing a punana’s bound tits. The two Ladies squatted and began to poke and prod at a punana’s cunt-lips and They giggled as They set the weights swinging, causing a punana to flinch in added pain which made the Ladies laugh even more.

“Can we use the crop?” said one of the Ladies as They stood up.

“Of course,” replied Master Joe as He went to get the crop from the table. “I suggest its ass, its thighs or its belly.”

“How many strokes?” asked the Lady as She accepted the crop from Master Joe.

“We decided on 5 per person initially, as there are quite a few here. We want to inflict pain on it, not kill it or seriously injure it. Of course, we can always come back another day and give it a proper working over.”

They moved around behind a punana and it heard the telltale swish followed by the sting of the crop on its ass; surprisingly mild, followed rapidly by another.

“No, no, it needs to be much harder than that. Here, let me show you,” said a female voice.

There was a shuffle of footsteps followed by Swish… Crack! As a much harder stroke landed, followed by four more hard strokes which sent lines of fire burning through a punana’s ass-flesh. 

“Have another go; those first two don’t count,” said Master Joe, presumably to the first Lady.

More footsteps and five strokes hit their target; significantly harder than the Lady’s first two attempts.

The unknown Gentleman took His turn next but He moved round in front of a punana and aimed two at each of a punana’s thighs and a final hard stroke across its belly. Master Joe then finished with five more to its ass before the group moved away, leaving a punana whimpering into its gag and taking slow deep breaths, tears flowing.

A matter of minutes later, another group stepped up onto the stage. And so it went on for the next… how long? It felt like an eternity to a punana as groups and individuals took their turn cropping a punana until its ass, belly and thighs were a mess of vicious stripes.   

Finally, Sir David and Mistress Addison called time, removed the clamps from a punana’s nipples and cunt-lips, cut the cable ties and released a punana from its bonds; at which, a punana collapsed in a snivelling heap on the floor.

“Up!” ordered Mistress Addison.

Slowly a punana dragged itself to its feet and Mistress Addison removed the ball-gag from its mouth.

“Thank the nice people, bitch.”

“Th…thank You all for using a p…punana,” it whimpered.

Sir David suddenly grabbed a handful of a punana’s hair and dragged it off the stage and out of the room to its cage where He locked it in for the night.

In the dull light a punana cradled its tits and examined the nasty bruises where the cable ties had dug into its flesh and it rubbed its body where it had been cropped before making itself as comfortable as possible and sobbed itself to sleep. 

Open call: new tasks for male submissives

This is an open call for readers to post suggestions for our male submissives. Over the last year, Tiffany has taken on at least three males. This is quite unusual for the Circle, but we've found that it can be fun. For one thing, the males are much more willing to send photos of them completing their assignments than the women seem to be. In my role as founder and coordinator of this blog and our Circle, I'd like to invite you to sent along suggestions for further tasks for submissives like L, pretty-boy, and culotte. Like the punana, culotte maintains a separate blog at http://exploringmyfeminine.blogspot.com/ as well as a presence at lushstories and imageFAP. I'll read your suggestions, modify them if necessary, and send them along to Tiffany for her male subs. I hope you're enjoying our blog.