a punana; the girl back home

The girl graduated from university, came back home and got a job teaching in a Catholic primary school. She did quieten down but, occasionally, she would go out with her friends at the weekend and had several one-night-stands.

Then she started dating and fell in love with H who was two years older than her and who played for the same Sunday morning football team as her brothers.

After several years they got engaged, bought a house and finally got married. The sex with H was good but was strictly vanilla. But the girl still had cravings and needs for pain and humiliation.

For a while she satisfied these needs by viewing on-line BDSM porn and visiting adult role-play chatrooms. A favourite was a slave auction room where she would private message a number between 1 – 20 to ‘the auctioneer’, he would call her up onto the auction block and she would give a brief description of herself. Any Dom interested would call out a number in the first round of bids and the first to call the correct number won the slave. She would follow the Dom into a ‘private room’ and would be under his/her control for as long as she was required.

What excited the girl was that she had no control on how the role-play went. Sometimes she would be required to describe giving the Dom a blow-job, sometimes T/they would role-play her being tied up and whipped. Some of the Doms would suddenly disappear from the room and the girl knew that they had been wanking as she described what she was doing but she had a rule that she would not masturbate unless the Dom ordered her to. After all, she was there for their pleasure, not her own.

But suddenly her computer started to prevent her entering these room; flashing up a message that they were corrupted by a malicious virus. So she started to look elsewhere. So she started to visit sites where people had posted erotic stories; choosing to read stories which featured women submissives or slaves and she would imagine herself to be the woman in the story being tortured, abused and humiliated.

If she particularly related to a story she would email the author to tell him or her how much their work had aroused her. More often than not she would get no reply and, even when she did get a reply; it would usually be a simple “thank you, glad you enjoyed it”.

But then she got a reply from an author who was interested in her; her life, her fantasies etc. and she entered into a regular email exchange with the man she came to know as Sir David.

He wrote short stories featuring a main character based on the girl and He started to copy a few of His friends into T/their emails – the first forming of The Circle.

Eventually, He put a proposition to the girl; was she willing to undertake a three week “training” exercise? She would be given assignments to perform and she would then have to report back to The Circle. The girl took a few days to consider His proposal but, deep down, she was never in any doubt that she would agree.  

Very quickly it was decided that the girl was unworthy of a proper human name and so she given the slave-name of ‘a punana’.

The word punana is based on an Asian Indian word, punany, which means a woman’s vagina or cunt. From that moment on the girl had to refer to herself as ‘a punana’ or simply ‘it’, never ‘I’ or ‘me’.

This was all part of a process of deconstructing the intelligent, human woman and then replacing it with a trained, sub-human animal that it was always meant to be; 100% obedient to The Circle and, of course, to H.

The girl was about to become a punana!