anne: report on first assignment Oct 21, 2012

Blog post Anne 4

[from anne, October 21, 5:54 p.m.]

Master David and The Circle,

As my first official day of the 14 began I was both extremely excited and horribly nervous. I did not know what to expect and worried that my actions would not be pleasing to Master David or The Circle. When I woke up and read what I was instructed to do I was terrified. I have never had someone control ever aspect of my life as Master David would be doing. I did not know if I could successfully carry out his orders and I was sick with fear of what might happen if I were to disappoint him. I was determined to do exactly as he ordered. 

The morning was the most difficult for me. It is a major change to my normal routine. All I wanted to do was to go to my own bathroom but I knew that I would not fail so easily. I had errands to do in the morning and I tried to concentrate on getting those things done. It was very difficult. I was constantly reminded of my position and my impending great humiliation. I was not as productive as I had hoped and fell behind on my to do list for the morning. The constant struggle to not use the bathroom was very difficult and sometimes painful. It was an endless reminder of what I will become. 

It was finally noon and I was allowed to use the bathroom. I stopped at a restaurant and used their restroom. I followed Master David's instructions for using the bathroom and felt a mix of happiness and pleasure for following his orders and extreme humiliation and fear. I quickly completed my task and left as soon as I could. After I left I knew that the next time I went to that restaurant that I would be reminded of my place and of my humiliation. 

My afternoon was spent at home completing weekend tasks and a few projects that Master David had instructed me to do. One task was the editing and cleaning up of our chat log which forced me to read and re-read our conversation over and over, making me relive every second of humiliation and pleasure. It amazes me what power words on a screen can have. Another task was my introduction email to The Circle. As I was writing and re-writing the email I was constantly thinking if I would be pleasing and adequate to the members of The Circle. I still hope that I can please every member now and in the coming days. 

I was also instructed to watch two videos and contemplate what clues they may give me about my future. The videos made me think of Master David's comment about needing someone to administer my pain. Putting myself in the place of the sub getting her titties smacked made me soaking wet almost instantly. I could not believe the effect it had on me. The video where the sub was pierced on her cunt and nipples more times than I could count terrified me. I was shaking with fear not knowing what Master David had in mind for me. 

I have only masturbated while watching the videos as instructed. My schedule today made it difficult to find time to indulge selfish needs. While I was told that I should indulge myself and masturbate when I wanted I have not allowed myself to cum. Master David's instructions were to masturbate and I did not want to disobey his wishes because I could not show self restraint. 

This evening I carried out my requirements for using the bathroom. I went to a gas station and followed his instructions exactly. I felt dirty and useless while following his instructions. I left as soon as I had gotten dressed and cried as I drove home. Knowing that it is something inside me that makes me want to do what Master David tells me to is a difficult thing to understand at times. But I know that for 14 days I will do as I'm told. 

After composing myself when I returned home I tried to finish my to do list for the day. The entire night I have thought of my place and my reactions to the day's events. I am both aroused and stunned by my total willingness to please Master David. 

I hope that Master David and The Circle finds my report adequate. 

I have attached the photo for your enjoyment.

anne

anne: chat log Oct 21, 2012

I've posted anne's second chat. This time, JohnC and Joe were also online. We began testing some of her limits and her ability to get into online roleplay. Again, no orgasm.

This chat is posted on the "Chat Logs" page as "anne.2012.1021".

 

anne: chat log Oct 20, 2012

I've added a log of anne's first chat session, held October 20, 2012. You can find it by clicking the "Chat Logs" item in the menu above.

Her first chat lasted over an hour. anne was put through some obedience tests, including putting her dirty panties over her face.

She wasn't allowed to cum this time.

New blog featuring punana

Our longest standing submissive has been instructed to maintain her own blog. This brings some of our best roleplay into a single place. She will be posting status regularly, including descriptions and pictures.

She will also continue logging all sexual encounters she has with H or members of the Circle.

The blog is at : http://submissivepunanyforh.blogspot.com.

If you've enjoyed reading her posts, please do subscribe.

(In case you've been wondering, "punana" is an assigned submissive title based on the word "punany". Legend (specifically http://www.urbandictionary.com) has it that the word came from India by way of Jamaica.)

painslut_jake: My Mistress's cold cold plans

my Mistress took the time to send me another Email. In it, She outlined something She wants me to do. She understands i am eager to please Her, but that i cannot attempt this until next week. Her Words are here:

I just wanted to let my little whore know I've thought of something I'd love for my pain slut to do.  I don't know if you have a massaging shower hand wand in your shower, but if you do not, then get one as soon as possible.
 
Turn it on the hard solid throbbing stream. Aim it right at your balls. With the water set all the way to cold. Then squat in the shower and aim the cold stream right at your greedy ass cunt.

While you're squatting you will go between your greedy little cunt and balls. Teasing and torturing yourself till you can't squat any more. 

You may wait until next week, but I expect a report by Wednesday.

My Goddess's Suggestion scares me. i fear that the ice cold water will freeze my balls and i will not be able to feel the sweet Pain She offers me from the hard, solid stream. i am blushing to admit that i reread Her Email several times, my excitement growing with each read. i can feel the stream of water at my anus, pushing, probing, insistent on penetration. i can feel my hole wanting to clench against the cold while at the same time wanting to open, hungry to be penetrated.

i am very excited.

a punana; Spanked & anal

Sir David, Sir John, Tiffany, Master Joe, Ladies and Gentlemen of The Circle,

a punana had had a hard day at work; well, a tough week. At home, it was a little petulant and it snapped at H over something and nothing. Quickly a punana remembered its place and apologised to H and suggested that it deserved to be punished; knowing that H had also had a frustrating few days at work.

To a punana’s surprise, H agreed and told it to remove its jeans and panties and get across His lap. it felt deeply humiliated to be in this position but, at the same time, a punana was loving it. 

 

H administered 20 slaps; 10 to each cheek. Silently, a punana counted as it relished the smacks, although they were not as hard as a punana would secretly have liked.

When H had finished, a punana slipped to the floor and got into position to demonstrate how sorry it was by worshiping H’s cock. But H had other ideas and He told it to get on the sofa on all fours.

He got behind a punana and pushed into its ass and started to ass-fuck it harder than ever before; usually, H is quite gentle when He uses a punana’s ass. This time He rammed into its ass, even grabbing a fistful of its hair as He did so.

 

That was enough to give a punana its first ever orgasm from anal and seconds later H shot His hot load into it.

After a few moments, it went to the kitchen to clean up, wiping up any cum that trickled from its ass with a finger which it then sucked clean. Then it returned to clean H’s cock using moist wipes; it cannot yet bring itself to use its mouth to clean His cock after It had been in its ass.

H said He hoped that He had not been too rough and a punana assured Him that it enjoyed it and told Him that a punana had had its first anal orgasm. H smiled and said that maybe it would not be the last and H told a punana to get dressed as Friday night was pub night.

It had been a humiliating and quite painful evening but a punana had a smile on its face for the rest of the evening. 

a punana

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Weekend Trip With anne: part 5 (last part)

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My Little Ass Slut's Week

I've chosen to let my new toy languish for the last week. He seems to be getting desperate. He's emailed me several times and has also approached other members of the Circle. He doesn't know I know that. He will know if he reads this blog.

I am quite looking forward to another session of watching him smack his balls until he's swimming in pain. I may invite the rest of the Circle to be on the chat as well. None of the men on the list have shown any real interest in male submissives, so they may decline. As the women are mostly submissive, I am considering whether or not to command them to attend. They might learn something.

I'm attaching an enticement for the men of the Circle. Do you find this appealing at all? I think our jake looks quite good in these, don't you?

Weekend Trip With anne: part 4

The alarm went off at 6:15 Friday morning. anne was already awake. She was kneeling at the side of the bed, knees open, hands on her thighs, what the Goreans call "nadu" position. I smiled. While I wasn't much of a fan of Norman's work, I did appreciate the fact that he'd generated a common language of positions and phrases.

"Can't sleep?" I asked sarcastically. We both knew why she was awake. She hung her head and didn't answer. "How long have you been kneeling there?"

"Since 5 o'clock, Master," she answered, followed by a whispered "please…?" I told her to get the waste basket again. This time, she didn't hesitate. When she was finished, I told her to get her vibrator and climb into the bed with me. I held the covers and she slid underneath. She cuddled against me, her right leg over mine, her hand between my legs. I let her rub me until I was hard, then pushed her gently on her back. I turned and started kissing her neck, working slowly across her shoulders then down her chest to her nipples. "Turn on the vibrator," I said softly. She flicked the switch and I heard the quiet humming from under the blanket. "Go ahead," I whispered. She pressed it between her legs and shuddered. I could tell she was already close. I nibbled at her left nipple, felt her arch her back up off the bed, opening her legs wider.

Less than five minutes later, she whispered, "may I cum, Master?" I bit her nipple and felt her body shake. She moaned and humped faster against the vibrator. "May I?" she repeated. I slid my fingers along the inside of her left thigh, my thumb grazing her mound. "Master?" she moaned, anxious now. I slid my thumb up inside her and whispered, "no." She stiffened, her back and legs tense and straight. "I can't, I can't…" she said. I pushed two fingers up inside of her, fucking her fast now. She threw her head from side to side on the pillow, bucking up and down like a wild woman.

I pulled my fingers out of her and grabbed the vibrator. She turned to me, wide eyed and dizzy with lust. "Master, please!" she cried.

"Get showered and ready for work," I said. I set the vibrator on the night stand and rolled over to go back to sleep.

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I spent most of the afternoon catching up on email and phone calls. On the way back to the hotel, I bought some groceries, then went to the big hardware chain store and stocked up on rope and thin wooden dowels. They were too long to carry with me when I travelled and cheap enough to pick up anywhere. I was wandering up and down the aisles when I ran into something I hadn't seen before. They're called spring clamps. I picked one of them up and put it on my finger. It was firm but not painful. I tried several different sizes until I found some I thought would work well on anne's nipples and others that would work on her cunt lips. The girl at the register avoided looking at or talking to me while I was checking out. I considered saying something provocative but resisted. I had enough on my plate for the weekend. Plus, I didn't want to get kicked out of the store.

I got back to the hotel at four-thirty. anne arrived just after five. She looked tired and was carrying a box with her leftover materials. "How did it go?" I asked. "Fine," she answered. She put the box down near the door then set her purse and computer bag on top of it. She looked at me. 

"Let's get some dinner." She nodded. "First, I have something to show you," I said. I walked behind her and slid her skirt up around waist. "Hold it." She did. I rolled her panty hose down around her ankles then slid her panties down around her knees. "Stay there." I picked up the bag and took out the four clamps I'd bought for her cunt, the smaller, tighter ones. I slowly attached three of them to the edge of her skirt, between her hands. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded slowly. I stood in front of her, our noses six inches apart, and stared directly into her eyes. My left hand went between her legs and stretched her right cunt lip. I held the spring clamp up and pinched it open and closed a few times. I could tell she was struggling to keep her eyes from revealing her fear. My right hand went down and I slowly attached the clamp. Her lips tightened and her eyelids twitched. She held her breath. "Breathe," I said, "you know it helps." As I quickly attached the other three, I watched her face change from frozen and intense to soft and pleading. Her eyes were watering and her breath was ragged.

"Drop the skirt," I ordered. She lowered it slowly, trying to move as little as possible. "Lose the stockings and panties." She started to bend over but froze. I could tell the pain was intense and she was struggling. "Go on," I said. She started to raise her left leg but froze again. "It's so bad, Master," she whimpered. I nodded but didn't answer. She slid her left shoe off then raised her leg again. I bent over and slid the stocking over her foot, but left her panties where they were. We repeated the same thing with her right foot. She stood there, half bent over, her panties still around her knees.

"Well?" I asked. She shook her head slowly. "I don't think I can…" I considered my options. I could help her take them off, I could pull them back up, I could tell her we weren't going anywhere until she finished. Then I had a flash of inspiration. Her skirt hung just below her knees, covering the panties as long as she didn't bend over. I considered telling her to leave them where they were. It would hobble her walk and keep her constantly in fear of them sliding further down, of somebody seeing.  After another minute, I nodded. "Leave them where they are. You're going to go out like that." She shook her head, "please, no, Sir, just give me another minute and I'll have them off…" I waved my hand. "Sorry. That's not an option."

Her eyes gave her away, the idea turned her on. I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers sliding past the rubber tips of the clamps and up toward her clit. I leaned closer. "When did you cum last, whore?" "Two nights ago, Master." I rubbed her slowly, watching her face. This was going to be easy. "You want to cum, don't you?" She nodded. She put her arms behind her back, crossed her wrists. I felt her open her legs wider, her body starting to relax into it. When she was very, very close, I stopped again. She shuddered and squeezed her eyes closed. I knew she was walking that line between frustration and anger, it showed.

"Whose pleasure is this about, pig?" I sneered. "Yours, Sir," she said. I listened for anger or defiance but I didn't hear any. She was more submissive than I'd realized. I started rubbing her again. She got to the edge in less than a minute and I stopped again. "Frustrating, isn't it, cunt?" "Yes, Master," she whispered. There was an edge in her voice. I couldn't make it out so I did it again. "How much of this do you think you can take?" She said, "not much more, Master…please?" Her voice was cracking. Now I knew what I was hearing. She'd hit that point of utter desperation. It was time to hammer in the last nail, to let the last tumbler slide into place.

"There is a jar of IcyHot on the counter in the bathroom. There is also an eight inch, slim dildo. If you smear the dildo with IcyHot and slide it up inside you, once in your cunt and once in your fuck hole, I will let you cum." I'd barely finished the sentence when she turned to walk to the bathroom. She froze as the pain from the clamps shot through her cunt. She stood for only a few seconds before she continued to the bathroom. She practically waddled her way across the room, keeping her knees as far apart as she could. I followed her and watched her as she eagerly unscrewed the jar. Her fingers trembled and she was breathing slow and deep, focused and concentrating. She pushed the first load into her cunt and stood for a full minute, the dildo buried deep in her body, the heat growing inside her. I saw her leaning forward and was afraid she would double over. But, she caught herself and straightened up. Her legs were shaking as she smeared the gel up and the down the shaft again. She bent forward and rested her head on the countertop. Then, she raised the skirt over her ass and slid the dildo into herself. She was moaning and turning her head back and forth as she fucked herself with the dildo. She squeezed her legs together, the clamps clicking against each other. I could only imagine what kind of fire was happening between her legs with all of that going on.

She stood up and  wiped the dildo clean on a towel, then washed her hands. The whole time, she was trembling and leaning nearly doubled over forward. Tears were running down her face and she was sobbing freely. I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her to a quick orgasm, then another. She cried her gratefulness and hugged me, kissing my neck and shoulders as I brought her to a third climax. She kept whispering her thanks even as the IcyHot burned away deep inside her. She was completely broken.

I gave her ten minutes to brush her hair and redo her makeup, then we would go downstairs for supper.

a punana; 80 lashes

Sir David ordered a punana to give itself 80 strokes on its ass with a belt and then report back to The Circle.

Sirs,

So the time arrived; all week punana has been anticipating this moment with trepidation, and some excitement. Husband went out for the evening with some of His friends.

As soon as He left home, punana went up to the bedroom and stripped. it lay the belt on the bed and lay down, kicking its legs in the air and back over its head. it had tied some cords to the bed with simple loops on the free ends and now it slipped the loops over each ankle; easy to get out of but adding a little authenticity.

The moment had arrived. punana picked up the belt, wrapped it around its hand and, taking a deep breath, swung the belt. It landed with a sharp sting on its ass and a satisfying crack.

it swung the belt quickly again and again, eager to get to the 20 it is used to giving itself. 20 came and its ass was stinging a little and the flesh was reddening. punana continued, wanting, now, to take as many as it could without stopping.

In fact, it got to 43 before it needed to stop; past half way, but its ass was now red and tender and, although no tears fell, its eyes were tearing up.

In the break, punana tried to hand slap its cunt but this was unsuccessful. punana wondered about trying something like a kitchen spatula next time. So it continued to swing the belt; each stroke now making it wince and gasp. This time it made it to 68 before it had to pause again.

Although each stroke now stung, it knew it had nearly made it and it wanted so much to please You, Sirs. With one last effort it made to 80 and it laid down the belt with a sigh of satisfaction. it rested for a moment before releasing its ankles and lying flat. it wanted so much to slip its hand between its legs and finger its cunt, which was very wet.

Instead, it stood and put away the belt and the cords. Then it examined its ass in the mirror; very red – it would have to be careful to keep its ass covered tonight. Then it showered, went downstairs and kept busy with schoolwork until bedtime.

When Husband came home, He had had quite a bit to drink and was soon asleep. punana had trouble getting to sleep, its mind still active, thinking about the evening.

Next morning both the redness and the tenderness of its ass had faded, but not the memory…    

punana

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Weekend Trip With anne: part 3

During dinner, I jotted down notes for myself, trying to figure out the best way to use the time anne and I would have together before I had to fly home. It was seven-thirty on Thursday. Her flight left at 4 p.m. on Sunday, just an hour before mine. That meant we still had almost 3 days together. There were so many ideas running through my mind, things to try, things I'd already tried. The key to success was to make sure they were incremental, that I built her up slowly. She'd proven over and over that she could get completely lost when she started cumming and that was what I wanted to see. Me and three others, all of who had agreed to pay me for video capture of anne lost in an endless cum. They'd heard it online in our chats, but they'd never actually seen her like that.

I got a doggie-bag and saved a few ounces of my steak and two rolls. On the way back to the hotel, I stopped and bought a bottle of tequila. Then, I stopped at the pharmacy and bought a small jar of IcyHot and two enema kits.

When I opened the door to the room, I saw her reach for her ass and pull her cheeks open. I smiled. I honestly hadn't expected that. In fact, I partially expected her to be sitting on the bed or in the chair. I'd never given her explicit instructions to stay over the back of the chair like that. Again, anne revealed how eager she was to play the game.

Without a word, I walked up behind her and slid my middle finger into her cunt. When it was slick, I pulled it out and pushed it deep into her ass. Her knees buckled just a bit then she straightened up again. She was going to be a lot of fun. I wiped my finger across her ass, then went into the bathroom and washed my hands. She didn't move, didn't make a sound. I stood in the doorway of the bathroom and watched her. She must have been uncomfortable, the back of the chair taking most of her weight, her belly and lungs compressed, head hanging down, the blood throbbing in her temples.

I took a towel from the bathroom and folded it in half, put it on the seat of the armchair just underneath her face. Then, I sat on the edge of the bed, a few feet from her. I took one of the dinner rolls out of the bag and took a bite. I chewed it until it was soft mush, then dropped it out of my mouth onto the towel. I repeated that until the entire roll was there on the towel, a mushy mass of tan goo. I did the same with the piece of steak I'd brought with me. She didn't raise her head, just stared at the glob a foot away from her face.

I took a tripod out of one of my bags and set it up a few feet from her. Then,  I attached a camera and connected it to my laptop. When I'd turned on the recorder, I sat back on the bed and said to anne, "that's dinner." It took her a few minutes of wrestling with herself before she inched her face closer to the mass. She opened her mouth and nibbled gingerly at the top of the pile. She shuddered and jerked back, fluttering her lips and spraying the food back on the towel. Small bits of it flew onto the carpet. I didn't say a thing, which I think unnerved her. She was expecting me to force her, to yell at her, to do something to make it less humiliating. I just sat and watched. Finally, she resigned herself to it and went face down into the muck. She took a mouthful and raised her head, trying to chew it, but gagged twice, then shot a stream of vomit onto the hotel carpet.

I went into the bathroom and soaked a towel in warm water. I could hear her in the other room, crying. It was hard, I knew. As long as she'd been with us online, it was clear she could take pain and that she loved fucking, but she didn't like mess. She liked things orderly and clean. This was the worst thing that could have happened to her. She'd break easily now.

I cleaned up the floor and wiped her face and chin. I changed the towel, picking out the parts of the mush that were still edible, throwing the rest into the tub for later. Then, I chewed up the other roll. I sat on the bed again, calm and quiet, just watching. This time, she was able to eat it and keep it down.

When she was finished, I told her she could stand up for her whipping. She pushed herself up and tried to stand, but the blood rushing from her head made her dizzy. She held onto the back of the chair for support.

"Open your legs," I ordered her. She did, then put her hands behind her neck, fingers intertwined. "Smart girl," I said. "Squat."

She squatted and I smiled. She'd gone too low, she wouldn't  be able to hold that for long. I could tell she realized it too because after just a few seconds, she tried to straight up some. "Uh, uh," I said calmly, shaking my head. She went back to the straining position and held it. I watched as she started to weaken. First, her knees started shaking, then her thighs. She was quivering and breathing heavy by the time I picked up my belt and stepped directly in front of her.

"Ten upward between the legs or twenty on each thigh?" I offered. She looked at me with panic in her eyes. Her lips moved but no sound came out. "Shall I choose?" I asked.

"Thighs," she whispered. I gave her twenty on each side. They were delivered in clusters of 5 with a pause in between each barrage. She was crying by the time I got to thirteen on the left, begging by the time I got to three on the right. The last ten, she kept breaking position, standing or putting her legs together, begging the whole time for me to stop and let her rest.

When I was finished, I masturbated her with the vibrator, taking her just to the edge a total of twenty times. After the last one, I had her unplug it and put it away for me. I could see the hunger in her eyes as she held it, her fingers running up and down the shaft.

I had her give me a blowjob, then let her brush her teeth and curl up on the floor while I watched television. At eleven, we both went to sleep.

Weekend trip With anne: part 2

I want to get as much of this down as I can before I forget the details. I should have taken notes. I wanted to videotape the whole thing but that's not something I'd do without her and David's approval. (Yes, i do have some scruples.)

After that first amazing session was over, I had anne dress and we went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. It was already after 10 but I hadn't eaten since lunch and needed at least a little something. Plus, I had a game in mind. When we were seated, I made a bit of a production out of ordering slowly while anne sat across from me, pushed back from the table, hands folded in her lap, eyes lowered. She was wearing the same banana yellow dress but this time her hair was sweaty and matted and she smelled, just slightly, of sex. The waitress kept looking at her and then back at me.  I don't know what was going on in her head, but I know that anne was feeling shamed because she told me so later.

I ordered a salad and a ham sandwich for me, nothing for anne. For drinks, I ordered Guiness for me and for anne, two glasses of water, no ice, room temperature. The waitress gave me a puzzled look but I didn't answer, so she left. When the water came, I had anne drink them both down straightaway, then carry the glasses to the bar and ask for refills. I marveled at her ass as she walked across the room. It was wide and round but so completely enticing. There was something magical about her entire body. It just screamed "fuck me!"

anne sat erect with her hands in her lap through the entire dinner. I amused myself talking to her about my last few trips, describing visits to whorehouses and fucking escorts while they watched videos of anne masturbating on Skype for the rest of the Circle. I was careful to change subjects whenever the waitress came by. I didn't bother when other customers passed. I let her sip her way through the last two glasses of water as I enjoyed a slice of carrot cake and coffee for dessert.

We were back in the room by eleven. I told anne to take the blanket from the closet and make herself a little doggie bed to sleep on the floor beside me. She asked if she could use the toilet. I told her yes, she could go in and strip and brush her teeth. But that was all. She would sleep in what was left of her makeup and she was not to pee until the morning.

Twice during the night, she woke up and begged me to let her use the toilet. The second time was just after 5:30. The alarm clock was set for 6:15. I told her she would have to wait. She curled up and fell asleep sobbing.

In the morning, I made her squat over the waste basket to pee, looking me in the eye the whole time. It was terribly hard for her. It took her nearly three minutes of squatting and trying before the stream started. When it did, it was loud. The splashing and bubbling noises filled the room. The look in her eyes was utter humiliation. "Is this as good as you hoped?" I leaned close and whispered. She closed her eyes and nodded as the stream filled the basket.

She washed and got dressed. I didn't give her any special instructions about what to wear, that was a game too easily played. I didn't particular want her losing her job because she was distracted by no panties or a pair of nipple clamps hanging between her legs. I did tell her that, as soon as she was done, she was to come back to the hotel and strip naked, pull the arm chair across the room, then bend over it so her ass would greet me when I came into the room. She was to put on a blindfold and keep her head resting on the chair cushion. When I entered the room, she was to reach around and pull her ass cheeks open for me.

I did some sight seeing, had a coffee and read some Hemingway, had a nice lunch. When I got back to the hotel at six, I decided to try something I'd always wanted to do. I'll admit I was hesitant, maybe even a little nervous, but I did it anyway. I asked one of the younger attendants if he would come to the room and help me with the alarm clock, which I was having trouble setting. He, of course agreed.

I opened the door to the room and stepped inside quickly. anne heard the sound and did as she was instructed. She slapped one hand on each ass cheek, then pulled them apart. Her hole opened just a bit, but enough for me to see she'd been dildo-training it for a while.

"Thank you for coming up," I said. The young man, about mid-20's and Asian, started to answer me but caught a glimpse of anne and froze. I casually walked over to the bed and picked up the alarm clock. "I tried setting it for 6:30 but it didn't go off." I waved him over. To get to me, he would have to walk by anne. He stood at the door, his hand on the knob, his eyes glued to her bottom. This wasn't exactly what I was expecting. But it made me feel bold for some reason. In my mind, I asked "do you want to fuck her?" but all I could get out of my mouth was "do you want to touch her?"

"No, sir, but thank you," he managed to say. He stepped past her and pressed the buttons on the clock, explaining to me how it worked. I looked over and caught a glimpse of anne's face. She was looking at me, pleading with me to get the fellow out of the room.

"Thank you for your trouble," I said. "Can I offer you something? A few dollars? A drink?"

The young man said, "no, sir". He hurried back to the door and let himself out.

I left anne like that while I headed out for dinner a few minutes later.

Weekend trip With anne: part 1

One of the women who is currently committed to the Circle sent an email to David two weeks ago. She said she would be in Madison WI on business for a week. She was planning to extend her trip to include the weekend before and the weekend after with hope she might be able to play with him. David wasn't able to travel either weekend but convinced her to let me come in his place. We've said over and over that consent is the cornerstone of any encounter we have, whether it's email, chat, or RL, so she had every right to say "no" if she wanted to. But she didn't.

We agreed she'd use the name "anne" since our original "anne" has pretty much left the group. I liked the idea a lot of her using someone else's name, it felt slutty and trashy. I told her so and she agreed. She went me one better, she said it was like putting on some other woman's dirty panties. She was up for the game, that's for sure!

I flew to Madison on Wednesday. We agreed she'd be mine as much as she could, right from the time I arrived. I had her meet me at baggage claim at the airport. I didn't tell her what I looked like. She wouldn't be able to spot me, but I could spot her. I told her to wear a bright yellow dress, as tight as she could buy, with as short a bottom and as revealing a top as she could find. anne's a big girl and she looked just short of ridiculous in the outfit. Her huge titties bounced as she walked and her big ass swayed from side to side like a character in a cartoon. Her hair was up, trailer park style and her makeup was heavy. The tops of her black stockings showed and, when she moved just right, you could catch a flash of thigh above. She was wobbly on three inch heels but did her best.

I was shocked by the number of men who were checking her out. This was not some slim, movie model looking type, this was a lot of flesh with little more than a spray-painted on yellow tube. But she was turning heads. Mostly foreign men, which interested me somewhat. Two of them started conversations with her, others catcalled from ten feet away. I could see her face was nervous, but I knew her well enough to know that the attention was welcome. anne was one of the only ones who sent photos to us regularly. She knew what she looked like and she also knew what she was capable of. That made all the difference.

I let her wander around the baggage check area for nearly fifteen minutes before I rescued her. She was talking to a tall black man - towering five inches above her - who was doing his best to get her phone number. I came up to her from the side and put my arm around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her. She let me. I wondered if she guessed it was me or if she just didn't know what to do. I made a production of sliding my hand down the front of her dress and running my finger along the edge of the dress. I turned to the man and said, "you like, eh?" He smiled and nodded. "Come on, honey, let's get my bags." I said as we walked away. The man went in the other direction.

I had anne carry my bags to the car and drive to the hotel. I didn't say a word. I've found that it unnerves them. Plus, I have a tendency to talk too much, so I try not to talk at all.

When we go to the room, I had her put the bags on the floor near the window, then told her to strip. I walked around her and "inspected" her. We'd been in chats before and I knew she'd respond to being treated like an animal or a slave at auction. She did. When I slid my finger up into her cunt, she was soaking wet. I took a dildo out of my luggage and handed it to her.

"Get on the bed and put on a show for me."

She got on her knees on the bed, knees wide and hair hanging over hers shoulders. She leaned her head back and pushed the dildo down her throat, gagging and coughing but keeping it in. While she fucked her face with her right hand, she started smacking herself between the legs with her left.

Fucking amazing little whore. Not what I'd expected. I mean, I expected obedience and play, but not this level of self-abuse right out of the box. I stood up and got a pair of clover-type nipple clamps out of my suitcase. While she fucked and slapped herself, I attached them to her big, brown nipples. She moaned and leaned forward a bit. As soon as I stepped back, she started swinging her big udders up and down hard, the chain flying through the air. She was going nuts. She was smacking so hard I worried the people in the next room would hear it. I turned on the television.

She jerked and grunted like an animal on the bed, her body shaking and quivering everywhere. I took a 1 inch leather belt out of my suitcase and coiled the end around my hand. I swung it and raised a red stripe across her big belly. She made a sound but didn't slow down. I swung again and again, taking it across her belly and back, thirty times before I stopped. As soon as I stopped, she started shaking. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and asked if she could cum. I said "no, but keep doing yourself for me." She stiffened visibly but kept swatting her cunt and fucking her face. I put my hand between her legs and pushed three fingers into her fat, sloppy pussy. Soaking. A real pain slut. I reached up and grabbed the chain, pulled it upward until it was hovering over her face. Her nipples were stretched horribly but she kept up her rhythm, face-fucking and smacking. I shook her udders from side to side and watched while she jerked and twitched, obviously unable to stop her own orgasm.

I slowly tugged the clamps until they came off. She pushed her hand into her mouth to suppress a scream.

"You're going to be a lot of fun, anne," I whispered into her ear. "You seem to have a lot to learn."

a punana; question and answer

Sir David asked a punana whether it had ever used a belt or some other instrument on itself.

a punana replied.

Sir,

punana has done this several times. it strips naked and lies on the bed, then it raises its legs into the air and back behind its head so that it is looking up between its spread thighs.

Then punana reaches for the belt which it has placed next to it. it swings the belt against its ass; usually 20 strokes. 20 delicious stinging strokes, though not hard enough to cause marks that last more than a few minutes.

Next time, punana will imagine that it is You, Sir David, administering the strokes; watched, of course by Sir John and the others.

And, as for humiliation, Sir, if You wish punana to be humiliated, then it must endure it. What punana wants is of no importance.

Your punana

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Following this, a punana was ordered to administer 100 strokes to itself. A report on this task will follow shortly. 

painslut_jake: finally, sweeet release

i want to thank my Goddess for finally letting me masturbate to orgasm today. It happened like this:

i made arrangements for two hours of alone-time today. i emailed my Goddess and told Her i would be online at noon. i begged Her to meet me in a chat and abuse me to Her Delight. She graciously agreed. When i got online, She was there. 

i typed my assigned opening line: "Goddess, may i entertain You?" Without hesitation, She typed "get naked." i stripped off my pants, shirt, underpants, shirt and socks and put a towel on the chair. i sat back down and typed "done Goddess."

She asked me why i hadn't sent Her a description of my masturbation attempt last night. i told Her i had posted it. She told me to pinch my nipples hard and hold them while She read my post.

i sat for over four minutes, pinching myself. my left nipple always slides out from my fingers, even from nipple clamps, and i was constantly readjusting my grip. Each new re-grip sent another wave of new pain through me. Even thought i tried hard not to, my eyes were watering by the time She said 'let go." This is what i read from My Goddess while i abused my nipples:

pinch long and hard slut
my little slut couldn't cum from vanilla, could he?
couldn't empty his sore and full balls without the naughty little thoughts and actions he's come to crave?
think how much cum would have surged from you if you'd managed to cum
think how good you would have felt
but you couldn't, could you? 
not while thinking vanilla thoughts.

My Goddess had me hang my balls over the edge of the chair. "Rub them," She said. i touched my balls with the palm of my hand and began rubbing softly. my cock sprang to life. it had never done that before, not like this. i was puzzled, wondered what i was reacting to.

She asked me whether or not i was still interested in pain, or if i wanted to stop and go back to jerking off the way normal guys do. A little embarrassed, i found myself typing: "i need my balls smacked by You, Goddess". She asked, "are you certain?" Hesitantly, i typed "yes".

The rest of the hour was filled with pain, and eventually pleasure.

She began by having me smack my balls as the hung over the edge of the chair. She counted each stroke on the screen. She alternated the strokes, six or seven in a row, fast, then a pause, then three or four slow ones. She got to 35 before She "lost count" and told me She would start again at 1. She started again, a group of fast ones, then a pause. i was going insane. my body would adjust to the onslaught of my palm smacking my balls, then, just as it adjusted, She would slow down, or, even worse, stop. my world would shift again, the feelings fresh everywhere between my legs. After the pause, She started up again. The pain was like the first time, stomach turning and shooting all through my belly and thighs.

The thing that threw me off was the way my cock responded. It was stiff and jerking in the air. i didn't know what to think, it must have been a physiological reaction. Either that or i was adjusting to the pain. Liking it? Craving it? i pushed the thought out of my head and watched the numbers on the screen. "Do you want more, slut?" i typed, "yes, Goddess, please, please more."

She paused and told me to hold my fingers around my ball sack like they were rubber bands. i told Her that i had rubber bands nearby. She just typed "pain whore". i blushed and typed 'y'. "you want them on, don't you?" i typed, 'y'. "Do it."

i wrestled with my balls for a while. The sack was tight and my balls had gone up inside my body, probably trying to avoid the beating. i stretched my sack flesh, tried to relax, felt for my balls. As they dropped, i took a small rubber band and snapped it around the sack, trapping the balls below. i used a second then a third to squeeze the sack as tight as i could, my balls swelling in the smooth-skinned sack below.

She told me to start smacking them slowly, adjusting until the pain was about 8. i typed 'y' and started smacking my balls. After the third, i saw Her type '1' on the screen. i'd been so anxious i'd started without Her. i didn't tell Her, there was no need. i just started at 1 again, grateful for Her Attention.

When She got to 5, She asked me how i was feeling. "scared" i typed. "Why?" I answered, "That You will make me go to pain level 10 or that i will lost control and won't be able to stop when You tell me to."

"Are you more afraid that you will not be able to stop, or that you will not want to stop?"

i froze. She was right. i was afraid i was going to love it. What would that say about me? That i was loving smacking my own balls with my hand. That it made me hard, my cock stiffen and twitch? But i typed the truth: "Goddess, i am afraid i will not want to stop, that i will be unable to because i will crave it."

The screen didn't move for several seconds. i stared at what i'd written. Was it true? Was i becoming that?

"You will stop when I tell you to stop because you are an obedient little whore."

I typed "y".

She told me to begin. She typed 1 2 3 4, indicating fast smacks. i did it, feeling the pain starting up again. it hit level 8 quickly and i held it there while She counted to 15. At 15, she slowed down. With one hand, i typed, "please".

She stopped. "Please what, whore?" i felt my cock going limp as the pain subsided slowly from my balls. i needed the pain to make my cock stiff. i typed "please Goddess, may i continue smacking my balls and then cum afterwards?"

She didn't answer and i added: "please Goddess, let me strike them 100 times. or a thousand or a million. Just please let me cum afterwards." my mind was slipping away, all i knew was the hunger between my legs. 

Again, She made me wait nearly a minute before She answered. my Need was getting greater. i was about to offer 150 when i read "1". A rush of embarrassment and excitement went through me as my hand swung up quickly and smacked my sack. The pain was intense, i must have gone to 9. i backed off as she led me from 2 to 25. At 25, i was gasping for breath, my cock stiff and swollen, my balls aching. 

She typed, "you are one quarter of the way to cumming. Hmmm. I wonder if you'll be allowed to cum or if there will be rules." i was about to type something in reply when i saw "26". My hand went up between my legs as if on instinct and swarred my balls.  She sped through 27-35, then slowed to a crawl. Again, the feeling was horrible as i went from the feeling of adjustment to nothing. My cock continued to respond like it was being sucked or jerked off. The head was swollen and bright red now, the shaft twitching up and down like it was being hit instead of my balls.

At 40, my legs started shaking. i opened them wider and felt my ass moving on the towel. i flexed my ass, opening it up, fantasizing about a huge cock up there. It distracted me from the pain for only a few seconds, then the scene felt dirty and disgusting to me. 

At 50, She stopped again. "Is it still worth it, whore?" 

"i don't know, i don't know, Goddess. i am rocking  back and forth, imagining cock up my ass to keep me from thinking about the pain..."

"Do you want to continue?"

"i want to serve You. i want to continue even if You choose not to let me cum, Goddess. Are You enjoying this, Goddess?"

"I am enjoying this, whore."

"Then, please, more Goddess." i looked down between my legs. my balls were swollen and purple. It hurt intensely but i was committed and i wanted to finish. i needed to finish.

Some time around 65, i had the sensation that i was going to cum. my cock twitched and the muscles inside me did exactly what they do before an orgasm, i recognized the feeling. It made me proud and totally humiliated at the same time. i'd read about it a thousand times, but it was alway women. They would cum from a tit whipping or an ass fuck. i'd never read about a guy cumming from having his balls beaten. i was turning into a very special kind of pervert.

When She stopped me at 75, i reported what had happened. i begged her to allow me to touch it while i continued. Her Answer was a firm "no". Then, She added, "if you can cum from just the ball smacking, be my guest." i wondered if i might. i wondered if i wished i would or if i wished i wouldn't. i felt my gut twist as i realized that i lose either way. i am either a sick pain slut who can cum from having his balls beaten or a slut who will beat his own balls even without an orgasm as the reward.

My Goddess worked me hard 76 - 99, speeding up, slowing down, pausing. my balls were going wild. At 99, She stopped and waited for a long, long time. When She typed again, She wrote "1 last one. HARD".

In a haze of pain and lust, i swung hard, harder than i should have. i screamed, grabbed my balls in my hand and tried to comfort them. i doubled over from the pain and held my breath. When i looked up, My Goddess had typed, "untie your balls, whore."

Gently, i undid the three rubber bands holding my balls in place. She told me i was allowed to cum with the condition that i lick my hand clear when i was finished.

Thrilled, i leaned back in the chair and started stroking furiously. This was unusual, i usually start slow and speed up, but i was so close. i thought. After a few minutes, i realized i wasn't cumming. i started smacking my balls. my cock responded by stiffening. i hit them again and again, feeling my cock's approval more each time. my balls slid up inside me again and i was able to smack my crotch hard, like women have their cunts smacked in porn. i felt dirty and twisted when i had that thought, smacked my crotch harder. 

It took nearly 10 minutes of stroking and playing with my nipples before i came. When i did, it was incredible, i jerked up and down, side to side, while a stream of cum shot all over my belly and ran down my sides.

As ordered, i licked my hand clean, then said 'good bye' to my Goddess and turned off the computer.

 

painsult_jake: results

i am destined to another day without relief. My Goddess and my body have played cruel tricks on me. As She knows, i have been running hard and getting very little sleep this week.

i lay in bed and closed my eyes. i pictured My Goddess walking across the stage toward the podium to give Her Talk. She was wearing a long dress that swayed as she walked. The skirt was a light colored print. Her blouse was white and she wore a printed waistcoat and two scarves. Her hair was up and she wore a necklace and several bracelets. A brilliant gypsy scholar. 

We had been talking online for six months, since we became aware of each other when i read one of Her papers. We'd agreed to meet face-to-face at this conference. Since some groundwork had been laid, i felt confident. i will admit, i barely heard the contents of her paper. my eyes were locked on her face and upper body, fantasies already swirling. The first time i would see Her naked Body. Her letting Her Hair down around Her Shoulders. Kissing Her Neck. Finally, that moment of infinite sweetness when She would open Her Legs and i would lay between them.

i fantasized through dinner quickly, we made small talk and ate light. We agreed to limit ourselves to two glasses of wine, then one more each back at the hotel. Her Eyes sparkled when She talked, i was entranced the whole night. She was so strong and confident. There were moments i was not sure i would be able to seduce Her, other moments i was positive She was mine. 

in RL, i had my legs open wide and was running my fingertips lightly over my belly and the insides of my thighs. i touched my balls and nipples occasionally and felt my cock jerk erect. my body was responding so differently than it had before. The slightest touch made me hard. i'd looked in the mirror earlier and noticed my balls were swolled and red. They were so much more sensitive than ever before!

We went back to the hotel and sat on the couch, sipping wine and necking like teenagers. i had Her top unbuttoned and was kissing Her Neck.

Suddenly, i woke. i realized i'd fallen asleep. i almost cried from the frustration. my exhausted body was torn between the need for sleep and the need for relief. i reset the fantasy from the point we walked into the hotel room and went to the couch. in RL, my cock responded immediately. i let my fingers graze it lightly, moving up and down the shaft. i felt like i would cum right then. In the fantasy, i was sliding my hand up the inside of Her Thigh. She leaned in closer to kiss me. 

my finger and thumb were in a circle now, sliding up and down over my cock head. i imagined Her Mouth on me, Her Lips closed around it. i stopped myself cold. Vanilla! Vanilla! i yelled in my head, the frustration sweeping over me again. i was not to enjoy My Goddess Mouth even in fantasy.

i began stroking again but then drifted off for the second time. When i woke, i lay in bed shuddering in my frustration. my desperate cock was losing the battle between fatigue and arousal. i tried to get back into the fantasy, but it was now just snapshots. Us at dinner. Her behind the podium. Us in bed, under the covers (as vanilla as i could imagine), me humping gently while She clenched down on my cock with Her Cunt. i stroked myself, but the fantasy was too fragmented and i failed.

After another few minutes, i resigned myself to another day of oversensitive balls and nipples and yet another day of orgasm denial.

And this time, i was the one who had denied me.

painslut_jake: an attempt at vanilla

it's 2:30 in the morning. i just finished catching up on my blog posts, you now know everything that has happened since My Goddess agreed to waste Her Precious Time with me.

Tonight, thanks to Her Gracious Offer, i will attempt to jerk off. i will be thinking of Her Body but, as She instructed, i will limit my fantasy to vanilla sex. We will have met at a conference on education. i will see her giving a talk. i will buy her dinner and seduce her. She will insist we fuck strictly vanilla. 

i will not touch my asshole or pinch, gouge, or twist my nipples. i will not torture my balls. if the fantasy begins to get out of hand, i will stop myself and either rein it in or forego my orgasm.

Thank You Goddess, for this opportunity to relieve myself.