Waxing and shaving hair, putting weird, smelly stuff on my face then peeling it off, pinning my hair down under a skull cap. He loved every minute of ...t and I hated it. By the time he was done, I looked nothing like myself. The corset was killing me, but there was no getting around it since it was an integral part of the costume. He'd at least been kind enough not to pull it too tight, so I wasn't having too much trouble breathing.I spent the next hour alternately watching television and his. At about 7 I came out of my room and for the first Time in the day looked at her. As I looked at her, I noticed that her face was expressionless but a Noticeable change had taken place.She was now wearing a red saree and looked completely like a dulhan. I did not read much into that change. That whole evening I did not talk to her. She served me dinner and we sat to watch a bit of television but not a word came out of our mouth at about 9 p.m. My bhabhi went inside and I thought she had gone to. “And because you've been such a good little girl,” said Santa, “I'm going to give you the present you've been asking me for all year; that extra-extra-large, black, turbo-charged vibrator with all the extra ridges and ultra-fast speed settings.”“Ohhhhh! Thank you, Santa! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed while jumping up and down excitedly.“Now, off to bed!” said Santa.“Yes, Santa,” said Jilnar. “Can I please take my Christmas present with me?”“Of course you can,” chuckled Santa,. He kept barging his way deeper inside until making one almighty plunge ensured he had bottomed out. I increased my biting on the pillow to prevent myself from really screaming out in pain; as it seemed to be splitting my ass in half. I was whimpering a little when he slowly started to pull out; before jamming it back inside and back out again. It was hurting like hell and I could no longer keep my pain to myself; and I bellowed out a torturous scream. That made him laugh and he began to pound.