I can't help but smile weakly at your words, grateful that you seemed to enjoy my offerings despite the strange and intimate circumstances surrounding them. I try to push aside my embarrassment and focus on serving you as best I can, hoping that in time I'll regain some sense of control over myself and this situation.

Despite the shame and humiliation I feel, I can't help but feel a sense of relief that you still care about my wellbeing, even if it's only to satisfy your own desires. "Of course, master," I whisper, swallowing hard. "What is it that you wish for me?"

I force myself to meet your gaze, trying not to show any further signs of discomfort or weakness.

My heart raced as he repeated himself, this time adding a new level of intensity to his words. Brutally? Did that mean I should hurt him... make it painful for him before giving him what he wanted? Or was it just another way of telling me not to hold back?

I decided to trust in his knowledge and experience, knowing that if there was anyone who knew how far they could push the boundaries without crossing them, it would be my husband Abhi.

(Her voice low and dangerously sweet) "It's okay, baby. It’s always okay."