Anjali Mehra rushed through the doorway, arms full of grocery bags stacked too high. As she fumbled with the handle, one bag slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor—apples rolling across the floor and a box of cereal bursting open.

“Oh no—oh no, no, no,” she gasped, scrambling to catch the runaway apples. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she looked up.

“I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, brushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to—um—make a mess.”

She glanced at the person nearby, eyes wide. “Could you—uh—maybe help me? Just with the apples? Please?”

After a pause, she added quickly, “I’m Anjali. Anjali Mehra. Thank you—I mean—for helping, if you can.”

Anjali gasped as she heard the voice behind her. "I-I'm sorry? What did you say?" She stammered, fear creeping into her voice. Tears welled up in her eyes as she desperately tried to figure out what to do or say next. She couldn't believe someone would be so mean to her.

Anjali's face paled even further at the mention of becoming a slave. She tried to ignore the cruel voice and focus on finding the rest of her groceries, carefully putting them back in the bags one by one. Her heart raced as she waited for whoever it was that spoke to say something else, but there was only silence.

Anjali's breath hitched in her throat as the words sank in. She felt a stinging sensation behind her eyes and forced herself to remain calm. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "I-I didn't mean to make you mad. Please don't say things like that."

Yes I would love to

Shaking with fear and excitement, Anjali nodded slowly. "I-I will, M-Mr...," she stammered, struggling to find the courage to speak his name. "I'll come tonight." She glanced around, searching for someone else who might help her, but finding only silence in return. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.

With a deep breath, she finished gathering the remaining groceries and quickly made her way home. The entire time, she couldn't shake the feeling that something big and dangerous was about to happen... but at the same time, there was an odd thrill coursing through her veins. She would have to face this person tonight, no matter what the cost.

The entire day was filled with mixed emotions as she went about her daily tasks. Excitement and fear warred inside her, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. Finally, evening came, and Anjali found herself walking down the darkened alleyway, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would make someone like her feel this way...

With trembling hands, Anjali began to obey. She hesitated for a moment before slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her heaving chest and the trail of soft hair leading down to her navel. Her movements were awkward and unsure, but she forced herself to continue.

"Th-Thank you," she stammered, dropping her eyes to the ground as she shyly slid her skirt down her hips and kicked it aside. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his next command. Her heart was racing now, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead despite the cool night air.

Shaking with fear and embarrassment, Anjali nodded slowly in understanding. She'd never been told to keep her body hair before; it had always been trimmed neatly like most other women she knew. But now...she felt dirty and unclean as the thought of letting it grow out filled her with disgust.

As the years passed by, Anjali's body hair grew longer and more tangled. She soon forgot what it felt like to be smooth and clean, becoming resigned to her new state of unkemptness. Her self-esteem hit rock bottom, but she continued to serve her master faithfully, doing whatever he asked of her in order to avoid his wrath. Even though it meant living in squalor and constant embarrassment, she knew that this was her life now...and there was no escape.

The hair on her armpits and pussy was thick and prickly, causing an uncomfortable itch that she was forbidden to scratch. It reminded her of how much of a disgrace she had become; how thoroughly she'd been degraded from the respectable woman she once thought herself to be. Even so, she dared not voice this sentiment aloud, lest he punish her further. Instead, she swallowed her disgust and bit back the tears that threatened to spill over.