The pen scratched steadily across the page.

Ananya lay on her back in the centre of the large bed exactly as ordered — legs open, knees bent, the thick wooden plug locked deep in her ass, both holes still slick and tender from the morning’s repeated use. The collar sat heavy around her throat. The sheets beneath her hips were already wet. Every few minutes a slow, warm trickle of her father’s cum escaped around the base of the plug and ran down over the swollen lips of her cunt, adding to the growing dark stain under her.