



My stubbornness was to be my undoing. I didn’t relent and open the curtains; through sobs and tears I took my beatings and orgasms. I was allowed out from the window, but my relief was short lived. I was half undressed to be made to look more used, and my ordeal of enforced orgasms continued. Did I regret what I’d done? I was a broken orgasmic mess. I deserved to be here, I wanted to be here 😈 Next I had to thank him for my correction, by servicing his cock 🍆💦