anne: a short endurance fantasy...

David entered the room. anne was still moaning, her limp body melting into her restraints. They kept her upright, but just barely. Her muscles were jelly, her bones soft, joints loose. She heard the door open and raised her head slightly. but the weight of the hood and helmet was too much and she dropped it back down.

"mnnnfff," she grunted through the ball gag.

"The doctors say you're fine. In fact, one of them suggests you could take even more, but the Circle voted against that."

David stood beside her, slid his hand along the inside of her left thigh. She was soaked with sweat and cunt juice, her flesh tacky to the touch.

"We're going to swell the bulb in your ass to two and a half inches around and the one in your cunt is going to four. As before, if you can raise your head, we shrink them to half size, but as your head lowers, they reinflate. So in essence, you are in control of our own pain.

"The vibrators will continue to go on and off in three minute cycles and the winch that tugs your nipples in double cycles of six minutes. And..." David motioned toward the door, "...we have a new treat for you."

The door opened and she saw Peter walk into the room. She trembled. Aside from Jack, Peter was the cruellest of the men in the Circle.

Peter stood in front of her, his arms crossed, a smile on his face. "Do you remember the machine I used on you a few months back? the flogger I was building?" She remembered immediatly. It was awful and he'd said he was only half satisfied with it.

Peter motioned and two men rolled a big device into the room. They fixed it to her left and Peter adjusted some  knobs.

"This one is an improvement. The speed is variable, so your body can't get used to it, can't anticpate the next blow. It also alternates intensity. And, like the other one, it will move up and down your back at random."

Peter leaned closer and looked right into her eyes.

"And the newest feature of all? Two whips not one. One for the back," he ran his finger down her bare spine, "and one for the front." He patted her belly, ran his hand down until his thumb was at her clit. She shook as he rubbed her to orgasm.

"Time to go," David said. "Set the timer for 30 minutes, then we'll check on her..."

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.

Weekend Trip With anne: part 5 (last part)

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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.

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."

anne: her introductory letter

As with all new submissives to the Circle, anne was instructed to prepare and send a letter of introduction to the members who would be watching her training. This is what she sent:

[from anne's email October 20, 2012]

To the Masters and Mistresses of the Circle,

I wish to introduce myself as instructed.

My name is anne and I am Master David's cunt that he has so graciously agreed to train and use for the next 14 days.

I have a wide variety of likes and enjoyments when it comes to sexual acts. Master David has been kind enough to share with you some information about me and I am grateful for his expectations of my openness and honesty.

I have one simple vibrator, three different sized but plugs, a large collection of clothespins, adjustable nipple clamps connected by a chain, icy hot and various cords, shoe strings and other items for tying and restraining.

When I am feeling naughty and in need of an orgasm, I am always causing some pain or discomfort to myself. I pinch, twist, pull and flick my nipples till they are very sensitive. I use my vibrator so I can imagine someone else in control of my body and my orgasm. I never just let myself cum. I always make myself wait and earn my orgasm. I will push myself to the edge and then remove the vibrator from my clit. I then force myself to endure some kind of task that I imagine being forced to do. Every time is something different. I have covered my tits in clothes pins and then flicked, smacked and twisted them till I was shaking in pain. Thinking the whole time of being watched as I suffer pain and humiliation for someone else's pleasure. I have used clothespins on my cunt lips and then administered slaps and felt the humiliation of knowing I will wear those marks for days to come. Knowing the whole time that I am not allowed an orgasm till I have completed my tasks.

My downfall is that after an orgasm I can not face more pain. Master David has made a very accurate assumption that I would be aroused reading his email to The Circle about needing to experience pain at someone else's hand. The thought of being taken and having no control both frightens me and makes my cunt drip with need and want.

I wish to thank The Circle in advance for being a part of my training and humiliation for the next 14 days. My hope is that I please Master David and The Circle with the completion and reports of my assignments. Please enjoy my suffering of humiliation and pain for your enjoyment.

anne

anne: first weekend assignments

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At this point (mid-October), the Circle had decided to take anne on as a probationary submissive. My task at this point was to give her an initial assignment to gauge her commitment. Also, to collect some basic information.

The first assignment for any submissive is to send a photo. There are several reasons, the least of which is seeing them naked. It's mainly a test to establish her willingness to play, and their level of engagement and commitment to the RPG. Some of the players do not send photos for various reasons - they are married or they are concerned about future implications for their careers. I will admit that I find these to be weak arguments, as we never insist on faces being visible. But, if they demonstrate enough other desirable features, we make accommodations  (as is the case with the punana and with tai-ca-chi).

anne had no hesitation sending her photo - a full frontal nude shot. To establish the validity of the photo, I sent a drawing indicating a position to take. Standing with arms at her sides, legs open, holding a scarf. Her photo matched the drawing. She'd done it. Within a matter of hours, she'd gone from a woman curious about her own sexuality to a plaything for the Circle, complete with the first entry in her dossier, a picture of her naked body.

For reasons I will keep between me and anne, I cropped the photo to an upper-chest shot. (This turned out to be fortuitous, as her breasts and nipples became the focus of many of our sessions. More on that later.)

This is the version of the picture I released to the Circle:

Next, I asked for some basic information, outline here from her responses:



on a 1-10 (1=doesnt turn me on, 10=oh yeah!):

pain: any where from 6-10. It depends on when and how it happens.
humiliation: 7-9
being restraint: 8
in public (like punana's bathroom adventures): anything the Circle asks that will not get me arrested

what are your hard boundaries
No permanent damage, no blood loss, no bodily functions, no minors, no animals


favorite parts of the punana experience?
Knowing she both hated and craved the pain and humiliation. I enjoyed her sliding further and further into the role she wanted but hadn't embraced.



at that point, I had her install IRC and we opened up a public room for a chat. I often do that with the intention that anyone who's famliar with IRC might drop by and watch. That first night, we created a channel called #annes_room and played for a while, but received no visitors.

The chat log is posted in the Chat Logs section of this site as anne.2012.1020

At that point, I went to bed for the night. In the morning, I wrote up her first assignments for the week.

[from David's email to anne October 20, 9 a.m.]

Saturday and Sunday, your body will be undergoing some mild discipline training. Do not piss or void when you get up in the morning. Go about everything else normally, breakfast, shower, dress, errands, whatever. Between noon and 12:30, you may use the toilet but with these conditions. It must be a public restroom. You are to strip naked from the waist down when using it, you may get dressed when you are finished. The same ritual is to be observed between 6:00 and 6:30. You are not to use the toilet at home at any time on Saturday.

You are free on Sunday until 2 pm.. After that, you may only empty yourself Sunday evening between 7:00 and 7:30, in a public place and following the same rules.

You are to photograph yourself for me all three times as proof you have followed my instructions.

I encourage you to masturbate whenever you have the opportunity Saturday and Sunday. Indulge yourself. And be sure to describe back to us what fantasies you entertained while masturbating.

I am in a bit of a quandry about your titties. Flicking the nipples was something you’ve done and I feel its safe to assume you’ve done ‘dig your nails into the nipples’ as well. I may have to go to John for ideas about tit torture for you. Unless you would like to offer some ideas...

Last but not least, whenever you are online, make sure you are also available for chat.

you are off to a good start, your performance last night rated good/very good.

David


[from anne, October 20, 1:40 p.m.]

Master David,

My clothes from the waste down removed.

anne

[from anne, October 20, 9:07 p.m.]


Later that night:

There was no 3rd post. Eager to please, anne restricted herself to only two toilets that day.

anne: not yet a submissive

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While the circle was debating whether or not to accept anne as a submissive, she was allowed to lurk as a member. The following was a note she posted in October while she was observing some of the punana's assignments. Note how eager anne is to push the punana further along the path of pain and submission. It revealed to us her own desires and helped our decision about whether or not to take her on.

She comments on three ideas: first is the 100 strokes the punana administered to itself. The second is whether or not the punana should be made to blog about her experiences. The third refers to an assignment the punana was given by Joe C, in which he was considering having her sit naked and masturbating in her backyard during a cold rain.

[from anne's email of October 9, 2012]

Sorry I have been gone for a while. Work started again and it has made my life rather busy. I got caught up on all the emails last night. I am pleased it has finally taken all 100 smacks with out stopping. I am curious as to how hard it actually smacked its worthless cunt.

I am not in favor of the blog idea. I must admit I am a greedy individual. I like knowing that it is doing this for our enjoyment.

I think it should have to endure sitting out in the cold and rain one day. It seemed too concerned with what the weather would be like and not with doing what it was told.

anne


About a week later, the Circle realized we were leaning toward taking anne on. I decided to float a hint and see how she reacted:


[from David's email of October 15]
 
Hello anne,

It seems that you are enjoying the toy from the U.K.

I'm glad to hear it. I hope you enjoyed the original three week session.

Are you ready for yours?

David


[anne's response, again, less than an hour later]

To:
"David Aurian" <david.aurian@yahoo.com>

Hello David

I have been enjoying the toy. It amuses me to know it still craves our approval.

It amazes me how five simple words can make your heart race. I never expected to be asked. Nothing like being very curious and slightly terrified.

What do you have in mind?

anne

I followed that up with some basics about how the RPG works. That I would need to know more about her.  She agreed and I sent her some questions. We established that she's 27, single,  and 'mostly' into guys. I asked her for more information. Of everything she sent, this was probably the most interesting to a general audience:


[from anne's email of October 18]

I know I love being told what to do. That being tied down drives me crazy and I always fight against my bonds. I don't know how not to. I love pleasing who ever I am with and I will do almost anything to hear them say they that I'm a good girl. If they aren't having a good time I'm not. Even my orgasms don't feel good, as long as my partner cums.

When I'm with someone my brain basically shuts off. All I think about is what I'm doing and how good it feels. When I'm lost in what's going on I haven't found a pain or humiliation limit. If I'm by myself after I've had an orgasm I can't take any more pain. But if I'm with someone my limits are much more blurred.

I'm rambling. I guess it all sums up to I'm a mess of sexual wants and desires.

anne


The next step was to send her a questionnaire. More on that in the next post.

anne: her early days

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anne was a submissive for the circle from March 2012 until February 2013 when she decided to move on and try other things. She is a wonderful roleplay partner, the intensity of her submission is legendary among members of the Circle. She's bright, pretty, and completely obedient and I'm hoping we will see her back here sometime soon.

I'm working through my archived emails and chats and will be posting as much as I can on the blog over the next few weeks.

This first set of exchanges led up to the interview process and her eventually asking to be taken on as a submissive to the Circle.

[from anne's email Wednesday, February 29, 2012 7:26 AM]

>> I've been reading Diane Blackmailed today. I just wanted you to know that you are amazing. So crazy hot and turned on all day!!

David's reply:

>> Thank you for that.

>> Would you like me to add you to my mailing list and let you know when new stories are posted?

>> David

anne's follow up: 

> Yes please. I've never sent an email to an author of the stories I've read before. I'm not sure what it is about yours but I just had to message you.

> Ohh...I also read your newest one. Please keep working on it!!

It was a few months later (June) that anne sent her next email:

[from anne's email June 28, 2012]

I just wanted to tell you how crazy wet you make me. Your stories are amazing.

anne

Sensing her obvious interest, we invited her into the Circle as an observer of our ongoing work with the punana.

[from David's email of July 1, 2012]

One last thing - we're playing a game with a woman in UK who wanted to undergo 3 weeks of 'training'. I send her things to do and she does them. Actually (I hope you like this) it's the woman who inspired the Daisy stories.

She sends reports every few days on how things are progressing. Any interest in being on the cc list for her updates?

anne jumped at the chance:

I'd love to be on that list. I think it would be so hot to read her updates on her training. I can't wait to read the first one. 

I sent her some of the most recent email exchanges with the punana and she wrote back within hours.

[from anne's email of July 2, 2012]

David, 

I must admit I was wet by the time I finished reading the overview you sent. I was surprised how much it turned me on. She is so willing to follow your orders. Such a huge turn on. Has she done more smacks to her ass and cunt?? That and her walking around with clips on her lips makes me drip. 

anne

Over the next few weeks, anne was included in the correspondence between the punana and the Circle. The punana performed wonderfully (as usual) and anne was clearly paying attention and responding. (The punana's early exploits are in the Circle's archives and we hope to post them here someday, time permitting.) Below, anne comments on one of the punana's training rituals - 100 snaps of a rubber band applied to its cunt lips. It was allowed to take short breaks between each set of 10, hence anne's comment below.

[from anne's email of August 3, 2012]

David, 

I am sorry for being absent for the past few days. I had some things dropped on me that needed my attention. I must admit I enjoyed reading about its pain from the rubber bands. I am curious if it could handle all 100 without a break. 

I am looking forward to reading the reports from week three. Is it only required to have one report for the week or are they to be sent daily? I am curious how its outlook on the given tasks may change as it slides further into its acceptance of a life of constant pain. 

anne

At this point, David, Tiffany, and John C began discussing whether or not to extend an invitation to anne to join the Circle in the role of a submissive in training. More on that in my next post.