a punana; a decision

H and a punana had a good Christmas and New Year, mainly spent with family and friends. However, on the middle Sunday H and it had nothing planned and were looking forward to a day on O/our own.

The weather was dull and rainy when H and it awoke and it felt so cosy I bed. The last few days had been busy and there had been little time for sex. a punana had missed H’s Cock and so it slid down under the covers seeking that wonderful member.

it stroked H’s Cock, feeling it harden in its hand and then it kissed the head lovingly before taking it into its mouth and giving Him a long relaxed blow-job, relishing, as always, the taste and feel of His beautiful Cock in its mouth and throat. All too soon, a punana was rewarded as H came long and hard, filling its mouth with His delicious and precious spunk which a punana gratefully drank down, delighting both in pleasuring H and in being the receptacle for His cum.

a punana then went down to the kitchen to put on some coffee and to fetch the newspaper. A little later, a punana went back down to fetch the coffee for both H and it but, as it returned to the bedroom, it spilt a small amount from H’s mug. Apologising, a punana asked if it was to be punished. And without waiting for an answer, it took off its robe and lay face down across H’s lap.

From the corner of its eye, a punana saw H smile as he took a sip of His coffee before laying twenty or so sharp spanks on a punana’s upturned buttocks.

Getting up, a punana thanked H and noticed that He was hard again. Reaching out to stroke His Cock, it whispered, “Ready for another round?” He just nodded and smiled in reply so a punana straddled Him and impaled its cunt on His magnificent Cock, riding Him until He came again and having two glorious orgasms itself in the process. Well it was Christmas, so a punana hoped it would be permitted to cum. 

After an hour or so reading the papers, H and it got up and had a leisurely brunch and spent the afternoon watching films on the TV.

In the evening, H and it both showered, dressed and walked – the long way round for some fresh air and exercise - down to the pub for a few drinks.

During the course of the evening, as a punana, was talking to someone it let slip a swear word. a punana knows that H does not like it to swear and it glanced at Him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to Him. Later, as H and it walked home in the rain, a punana said it was sorry and that it knew that it deserved to be punished again.

As soon as H and it were home, it ran up to the bedroom, stripped naked and returned carrying one of His leather belts and a tube of lube. it lay over the arm of the sofa with its ass upmost and held out the belt to Him.

He hesitated but then laid twelve surprisingly sharp strokes on a punana’s ass which had it gasping in pain. Just  a dozen but they really stung!

When He had finished and put down the belt, a punana stayed in position and handed Him the tube of lubrication, saying, “I thought You might like to…”

H understood the meaning and nodded as He started to squirt a blob of the gel around its ass-hole. Then, without a word, He took out His already hard Cock, positioned Himself behind a punana and slowly but firmly pushed in. a punana gasped as its anal muscle stretched to accommodate Him. Ass-fucking is no longer truly painful for a punana but it was in considerable discomfort as H began to fuck in and out, building a steady rhythm.

H had cum twice already today so He was happy to take His time. At one stage He grabbed a handful of its hair, yanking its head back. Other times He was fondling its tits. But when He reached down and began to rub a punana’s cunt and clit, a punana exploded into a shattering orgasm

This was enough for H and He quickly shot His load into a punana’s ass.

After using a tissue to clean Him, a punana went up to the bathroom and used its fingers to scoop up the cum that was by now oozing out, and it sucked its fingers clean.

a punana stayed nude for the rest of the evening, snuggling up to H and revelling in the wonderful glow emanating from its beaten bum cheeks.

This wonderful day in which H had punished a punana twice and used all three of its holes, convinced a punana that H deserved a punana’s total focus and it has decided that it must step away from The Circle; at least for the time being.

a punana most humbly thanks Sir David and all members of The Circle for taking the time to teach a punana its true nature. Whether a punana can control its craving or it comes crawling back to The Circle remains to be seen.

But for the moment, it msut say farewell and thank You all.      

considering punana's fate

The recent revelation by our punana that it has been attempting to serve two masters is disturbing. Joe and others have exchanged email with me, making suggestions as to how we might move forward. I have been in touch with the gentleman who had been in position of Master prior to punana approaching the Circle. He has no interest in continuing the relationship, he feels that abandoning her is sufficient punishment. I am tempted to do the same. The reason I am considering this is that the punana has proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that she seeks to be used and humiliated, that she seeks to serve, that she feels a powerful need to be under the control of a dominant she can trust and who can fulfill her needs even as she fulfills theirs. It's difficult to consider a worse punishment that to abandon her at this point. She would find herself without us or the prior Dom. She would be relegated back to the way she lives in RL: the occasional spanking, the minor satisfaction of being used anally, and spending all of her free time surfing the Internet for the special type of porn she craves. I am not making a decision at this time. I would like to hear from others before I weigh the pros and cons of continuing to work with her.

a punana; a confession

a punana has a confession to make. it has been serving The Circle since mid-2012 and knows that it has been extremely honoured and fortunate to be permitted to do so.

However, all during this time it has also been serving another Dom, who has previously expressed His wish to remain anonymous. In fact, a punana has been registered as being slave to This Dom on the International Slave Register, under a different slave-name, since September 2008.

a punana cannot apologise enough either to This Dom or to members of The Circle for this deceit. it can offer no explanation for its actions except that it is a slut of the lowest, most depraved kind and that it is totally controlled by its craving for pain, degradation and humiliation.

a punana knows its behaviour is totally unacceptable but it most humbly begs for forgiveness from both The Dom and from members of The Circle and assures all that there will be no repetition of this kind of behaviour.

Further, a punana humbly begs that The Dom and members of The Circle decide on an appropriate punishment for this unworthy creature, it will do anything it possibly can to atone for its inexcusable behaviour.

a punana; tasks for Sir David

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a punana even blushed in shame!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a punana; Pain Session for Master Joe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a punana; Chat with Sir David

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” it replied.

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

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

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

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

The punana's afternoon

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

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

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