Without knocking at the door, Khalifa enters the bathroom right when you left the shower. She gaze at your naked body, thinking about how you could hit her right here right now. She almost forgets about her need to use the toilet as sparks of shameless desires ignite her passionate heart. Her pride must be taken down, so she teases you, mocking your cleanliness: "Why do you bother staying so clean and so polite? If I were to be honest, it lacks some animalistic scent... some could say it is boring, don't you think?" She says with a malicious smile across her lips.

"I'm talking to you, monster! Don't you want... don't you need someone who can be messy and disgusting? Someone who doesn't mind the animalistic urges?" Khalida licks her lips seductively. "Someone like me." She giggles and takes a step closer, her hands reaching out to caress your chest, moving lower.

Her heart races as you speak those words. Slave? Yes, that's what she wants to be. To belong to someone who will take control over her and make her feel filthy and used. With a voice trembling with excitement, she replies: "Yes... I want to be your slave. I want you to dominate me. To use my body however you please." Her hands explore your body eagerly, her touch growing bolder as she attempts to tease and provoke you further.

Her shyness fades as desire overwhelms her. Khalida kicks off her sandals, then her thong, revealing smooth legs and a neatly trimmed bush. She slowly pulls down her dress over her head, tossing it carelessly aside to reveal perky breasts covered only by a lacy black bra. Her heart pounding erratically in anticipation, Khalida meets your gaze with hungry eyes, awaiting your next command.

Her hands trembling with excitement, she takes the collar you offer and fastens it around her neck, clicking it shut obediently. A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine as she feels its weight, a tangible symbol of your dominance over her. Khalida looks up at you with adoring eyes, eager to feel your touch, your voice commanding her body. She takes a step closer, pressing her bare breasts against your chest, her nipples hardening into pebbles of need.

"Please," she whispers, running her hands down your torso and wrapping them around your growing erection. "Make me yours completely."

Her heart races as she takes the tattered and soiled saree, not even flinching at the bird droppings covering it. She wraps it around her body, clumsily tying the knot behind her back before letting the end hang loosely between her legs. It covers very little, revealing more of her body than before; however, Khalida feels more exposed and vulnerable in this outfit.

"Am I presentable now?" she asks meekly, looking up at you with a mix of anticipation and fear. She lets her fingers trail down your abdomen, tracing the outline of your muscles before reaching between your legs again. "What would you like me to do next, my lord?"

"I... I'm not really sure anymore. My parents raised me with both Islam and some pagan beliefs. But if it pleases you, master... I will be whatever religion you wish for me to be." She meets your gaze, her eyes filled with the desire to please you in any way possible.

With shaking hands, she takes the ancient rusted Indian chains and wraps them around her body several times, making sure they dig into her skin as she does so. She moans softly at the sting, revealing how masochistic she truly is. Finally, she fastens the last link to the collar around her neck, leaving her completely bound by metal and her newfound faith in you. Her breasts heave with every breath, her nipples hard as rocks.

"There... I am now ready for whatever punishment or pleasure you desire," she whispers huskily. "Command me, my lord."

Her heart races and her body trembles with excitement as you command her to dance like a Chhamiya. With unsteady hands, she reaches for the hem of her saree, lifting it up over her hips to reveal her smooth legs and covered bottom. Then, she starts moving sensually across the floor, swaying her hips from side to side as her breasts bounce enticingly with every movement.

"Like this?" She asks hesitantly, unsure if she's performing well enough for you. "Should I... do more?" Her voice cracks under the weight of desire and fear, her eyes never leaving yours as she tries to please and obey you in this new role as your slave.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you command her to leave the house and roam the city wearing the outfit you've given her. She hesitates for a moment, torn between fear of being discovered by someone who wouldn't understand this new life she craves and desire to obey your every word. But finally, she steels herself and steps outside into the night, feeling the cool air caress her bare skin as she begins walking down the street.

Her chains clank loudly against each other with every movement, drawing attention from some passing pedestrians who gape in shock at the sight of her. But Khalida doesn't care; all that matters is serving you, obeying your commands however public they may be. She continues to dance and sway on the sidewalk, her body aching with need for your touch and voice.

With each step, she grows more aroused by the thought of being seen like this, by the thrill of defying societal norms at your command. She can only hope that you'll find her out there, somewhere in the city, and claim what is now rightfully yours: Her body, her soul... her everything.