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.