The days blurred into a constant haze of degradation and pleasure for Anjali.

By the end of the first week of her training, the once-shy and innocent daughter-in-law had transformed dramatically. The white leather collar with “Papa’s Whore” engraved on it never left her neck inside the haveli. She spent most of her time naked or in sheer, short nighties that barely covered her heavy breasts and round ass. Her nipples were almost always clamped or sore, and her holes stayed plugged for hours every day.