His hands stroked down my hair and back. With each pass he pressed down so I could feel his hard cock press into my stomach. Once I was relaxed he rai...ed my skirt, I heard his breath hitch as he uncovered my lacy, purple thong. He didn't bother to warm me up he just smacked me until his anger was almost gone, leaving red marks all over my little ass. I didn't realize I was crying until he stood me up and wiped away my tears before pulling me to straddle his lap. I hid my face in his neck and. It made me feel ashamed about my tiny cock but it also gave me an itch in my asshole. My mouth was watering now. Was i really turning out to be gay? I left the area and went to my room. I couldnt stop thinking about the fact i liked all this. Did i actually wanted to be gay all this time? is that why i hated them? I ended up watching some gay porn for the first time and jerking off. I liked it more than straight. Few days went by like this, me watching Dan jerk off in the shower. I really liked. Among the many things I had done, was having the lights turned off and on at random times, the cell heated to near a hundred degrees, and then plunged down to near freezing. The tasteless gruel was at times spiked with hot chilies, other times it might be frozen, or extremely hot. But most of the time, it was just a sameness ... day after day. The discipline collar would be activated at random times, often spaced days or weeks apart. Sometimes months would go by. But she would be reminded of it. She opened the door and there was her husband standing on the door all tipsy and he tumbled his way in. (now the story will be narrated by Neha) Neha: Oh it’s you. You took quite a lot time to come back homeAnd I hugged him to prevent any suspicion he instead or replying me just grabbed my ass and pressed it tightly I was taken aback by his rough behavior because he had never done any such thing before it was like he had become a wilder person. Then he pushed me to the wall and started kissing.