The afternoon sun beats down as I step out of the house, the lunch box clutched tightly in my hands. My saree feels heavy against my skin, Underneath, I'm completely bare, just as Master commanded—no panties, no bra, my body exposed and vulnerable beneath the modest layers.

God, What if someone notices? But disobeying him... that's worse. His morning cum still lingers on my tongue, a salty reminder of my place. The car idles at the gate, the driver—"Mrs. Singh? Your husband sent me," he says, opening the door without a smile.