Dear Mr C,
I'm not sure this is going to be acceptable to you but I have just completed the punishment you set the other day. Your instructions were:
[quote]
Here's the punishment: Insert the anal beads in your ass. Put a
large dildo in your cunt. Then go stand in the corner. Stay
there for thirty minutes -- an hour if you're really repentant.
Keep your hands folded behind your back and your head and eyes
lowered submissively. Don't wear shackles: you are doing this of
your own free will, to make up for the wrong you did. Keep in
mind these sentences: "I am an impertinent slut. I will learn
self control. I'm sorry."
[end quote]
Well, things were fairly quiet in the library this afternoon, being in a fairly aroused state after offering you some more names to use on the "A-List" I thought perhaps I should attend this punishment. I've read and re-read it since you set it and, I know I'm probably not supposed to feel this way, but the thought of humiliating myself this way has become more appealing with each read of the instructions. With that in mind, I discreetly gathered together the anal beads, some strawberry scented lubricating gel and the 7" black latex dildo, which I have to admit (blushing) is becoming something of a favorite.
I felt a tingling buzz of guilty excitement as I traipsed off the the female bathroom in the library, punishment tools bulging in the pockets of my white jacket and my pussy already warm with anticipation. Since using the bathroom last Monday for my last humiliating task - the buttplug adventure - I've grown to enjoy the cold, starkness of the tiled room as a place well suited for any punishments you might demand. Today, unlike the other day where I simply lifted my skirt to insert the buttplug, I undressed completely, taking off every single item of clothing I was wearing except for the red silk scarf in my hair. This is the first time I've ever been completely naked like that at work and the feeling was quite exhilerating, even if it was in the privacy of a toilet stall.
Your instructions seemed simple enough and I began with the dildo, squirting a small amount of lubricating jelly on the tip, spreading my legs widely and then penetrating myself deeply and with relatively little difficulty. It's a peculiar feeling to do it like that, without the usual ritual of foreplay or anything else to mentally prepare for such a large, heavy fullness inside my pussy. However it felt good - really good - and I was tempted to just stand there, legs spread as widely as the narrow stall would allow, and repeat that one movement, all the way out, then all the way in, over and over again until I orgasmed, which wouldn't have taken very long, I don't think.
But I had a job to do and it was, afterall, supposed to be punishment! When I stood straight the sensations of the large false testicles and flat base rubbing against the insides of the tops of my thighs sent a shiver of delight right through my body. I immediately had flashes of a fantasy where my knees were hobbled together and I'm forced to waddle back to my office with that big dildo stuck up inside me. For you future reference, I practically orgasmed on the spot just thinking about that!
Next came the anal beads. This is where my problems began. I squeezed a tiny droplet onto the first bead and then reached back, blindly in search of my anus. I now realize it's far easier to anally penetrate myself with dildos than with anything small like the beads and while the first one was relatively easy to insert, I discovered I simply couldn't reach properly enough to feed any more than that first one inside myself. I did try, struggling for ages, but it was just too difficult and so I gave up, leaving the rubber string of the other five beads dangling down and lightly brushing against the backs of my thighs while I continued with the punishment.
Everything else seemed to go okay for the next half hour or so (it might have been slightly longer than that). There was, however, a dull, pleasurable stirring in my loins as the time ticked slowly past which, if I'd allowed it to take a stronger grip of my thoughts, might have resulted in me orgasming contrary to your instructions. Somethings else which came as a shock - when time came to remove the anal bead, the outward pressure against the inside of my spincter as I gently tugged sent a swirl of stars before my eyes such was the unexpected pleasure of the sensation. I lightly tugged the rubber strong a number of times, reveling in the pleasurable sensations before withdrawing it completely. I foresee problems holding back orgasms when the time comes (as I'm sure you'll see it will) when all five beads are pulled from my anus. After just one, the dildo when I removed it was unmistakably glossed with the bubbly juices of my pussy!
In summary, I realize I might not have completed my punishment exactly as you prescribed but I would like to propose if I'm to be punished again with the anal beads there is somebody else to insert them...
-- ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
"Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from The Sinbad Saga
