Reports JDH Punishment Poll and Add Thread

[Kisune Karnon]

A couple more edges for you.

 

[submissive_s]

Multiplication always was a favorite of mine. Let me double your edges.

 

[Kisune Karnon]

A couple more edges for you.

 

[Jdh90]

Totals:
1st - Plugged & Caged: 12 Days
2nd - Edged Terror: 110 edges. No cumming and no porn. Every premature orgasm adds 1 week where permission to cum is needed.
3rd - Inflation Agony: 10 Pumps for X hours. Must then wear this for 1d6 hours. Failure means writing an apology post and also means attempting again but with 10% less pumps.
4th was joint. First poster after this can decide between RUINED REALITY & SPANK SYMPHONY.

Total edges from posting 262.

Additional dares:
- For 1 week your "Pantypoop" PM dare will be active. Any BM that is done in a toilet during this week results in you having to do your "Timebomb" PM dare.
- After every time you poop, wherever it is(toilet, panties, whatever), you must do this: Using only your mouth, take a big bite out of the poo, chew for 30 seconds, then swallow.
- Knot my tucker dildo for 30 minutes.

Here is the reroll for Inflation Agony as I was also dared to roll for it until I got a 3 or higher.
[DICEROLL]{"post":11887,"id":0}[/DICEROLL]


I will add the above to my debt and report back when completed.

 

[Soliddrake]

Good luck.

 

[Jdh90]

Inflation Agony + Extra Anal Report

My chastity cage hugged me tight while my fingers worked lube into my ass, easing a smaller plug inside as a warmup. Stretching slow, prepping for what was to come next.

The inflatable plug slid in smoother, but it wasn’t until I started pumping that it really settled—each press of the bulb made it swell, stretching me wider, fuller, until my hole couldn’t even clench around it. Ten pumps in, and it was rooted deep, unmovable, no matter how I tugged.

Time crawled by. Every shift of my hips sent little shocks through me—the plug grinding against my prostate, coaxing out thin streaks of precum that pooled in the cage. Walking? A tease. Sitting? Worse. The base dug into my cheeks until I was spreading my legs wider just to ease the ache.

Then—finally—the timer chimed. But pulling it out? That was its own kind of tease. My hole clung to it, reluctant, like it’d forgotten how to let go. And when it finally slipped free? Christ. The rush of emptiness was almost as good as the stretch. Measured the circumference: 9.45''/24cm.

Now with my hole weak, I decided to perform another additional task. I lubed up Chance (my stallion dildo)'s cock to take him for a ride. My hole now offered zero resistance to his head—he was in immediately, his head sinking in like I was made for it. Hovering there, teasing myself on his thick medial ring, before dropping all the way down in one smooth slide. My pathetic cock twitched in its cage. But I'm not there for my pleasure. Riding him was easy, greedy—my hole swallowing every inch until his cousin Tucker demanded a turn.

Chance slipped out with a wet sound, making room for Tucker’s equine-canine hybrid cock. Thicker. Meaner. The tapered shaft was one thing, but that knot...

Tucker’s tip pressed against my stretched rim, slick with lube and leftover slickness from Chance. I sank onto him slow at first, rocking back until the swell of his knot kissed my entrance. Almost. Teasing. Grinding down just to feel it catch—then lifting away with a whine each time. Then—finally—I’d drop just a fraction harder, and there, the thick bulge forcing my hole wide with one relentless push. The stretch—god, the burn—as his knot forced its way in had me seeing stars.

My body went rigid, then folded forward onto all fours like some dumb, bred bitch. And there it stayed: thick, throbbing, mine. Tucker’s knot held me anchored, every twitch of his cock inside me sending sparks up my spine. Precum now soaked the cage—useless, aching, dripping. But the real torture? The fullness. Like my ass had been reshaped around him, molded to take every ridge, every pulse. I rocked back just to feel him shift, and the groan that tore out of me was raw, ragged.

Then came the pop—sudden, brutal, leaving me gaping and empty on the floor. Spent. Wrecked. Perfect.
It wasn’t the full 30 minutes required, but god—I lay there, twitching, my ass still fluttering around nothing. The cage was slick with precum, my thighs sticky with lube. But Tucker wasn’t done with me yet. His cock glistened, knot still wet from my hole. Again, my body begged. And who was I to argue?

I reached for him blindly, guiding his tip back to my gaping entrance. No resistance—just the slow, obscene slide as he filled me right back up. The knot went easier this time, my body remembering his shape. Good bitch.
And when he finally pulled out? That second pop was louder. Emptier. My hole clenched around nothing, greedy, broken and sore...
...Though I can’t say Chance didn’t have his way with me again as we got cleaned up. Something about stroking a soapy cock got me all hot and bothered again.

Now comes the worst part: sitting here, horny and caged, my ass still twitching around nothing. The emptiness feels cruel after so much fullness—like my hole’s been trained for cock and now starved of it. Every shift in my chair makes the cage bite tighter, reminding me how useless I am without something inside me. And Tucker’s scent (dried lube) still lingers on my skin—taunting me. Almost as bad as the ache.

But that’s the point, isn’t it? To leave me wanting. To make sure I remember exactly where I belong.