u/Remarkable_Run_8182

With the ideas some users gave me to mistreat my breasts today, I’ve decided I’m going to make a breast torture request every day.

The more ideas you give me, the longer my breasts will be in pain (just so you know, I’m an E cup).

​In the past, I’ve used clothespins, thumbtacks, sandpaper, rubber bands, and candle wax.

I'm going to keep you updated on the tasks I complete, but bear with me as I'm only doing one per day.

Depending on the task, I might send a photo to the one who wrote it.

Update: I only wanted to do one a day, but I was so eager to do it that I've already done a few. First, I put a hanger on my nipples and it held up to 2kg. I clamped my nipples with chopsticks and twisted them. I also put 8 rubber bands on my breasts and clamps on my nipples, which I popped off using a wooden spatula

Hi, I realized today that it's been days since I last tortured my breasts. Since I’ll be home alone tomorrow morning, I’d love for you to suggest some ideas. I’m also open to humiliating or degrading tasks as long as they involve breast torture.

​In the past, I’ve used clothespins, thumbtacks, rubber bands, and sandpaper, but I’m open to using anything I can find around the house.

​I’m going to sleep now. I’ll read all your suggestions tomorrow morning and do whatever you propose

I've been ordered to perform this anal task as a punishment.

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First of all, I want to apologize for missing my second-week update. This month has been much more overwhelming than I anticipated, and I struggled to keep up with the posting schedule while managing the mental and physical toll of the rules.

​I’ve tried my best to follow every command, but I have to be honest: I failed on several points. My discipline wasn’t perfect, and I fell short in these areas:

​I couldn't reach the target of cigarettes. My limit was 8 per day, as my lungs and throat simply couldn't handle more.

​I didn't meet the mandatory hours every single day. Some days the discomfort became too much and I had to remove the plug after 2 hours.

​The "Sweat Sandwich": I missed a couple of sessions because the physical nausea of the stale sweat and the lack of hygiene became a wall I couldn't climb.

The worst tasks (but i loved them) were definitely the "human ashtray" and the breast strikes. Keeping ash in my mouth and panties all day was dehumanizing; the taste of cold ash stayed with me for hours. The breast strikes left me throbbing and hypersensitive, making even the slightest movement of my clothes painful. By the end of the month, I felt completely drained and "broken." My skin felt constantly dirty, and I felt like I was losing my identity, becoming nothing more than a tool.

​I feel disappointed in my lack of stamina, but I am not giving up. I want to propose that you give me a specific punishment for these failures. I need to be held accountable for my lack of discipline.

​Thank you for degrading me and for the pain you provide; I clearly need more discipline.