Neha's Story #3 - New Beginnings?

This is a continuation from the second of Neha's story titled, "A Shift in Power." Margaret has seized control of Neha. But is that just it? Or does she pull some more tricks on Neha to make her suffer more? What does she have up her sleeve? And how does Neha plan on answering it? Keep reading to find out.

Neha woke up the next morning, fully naked and hungry. She dragged herself out of the bed and to the wash basin. As she stands at the basin staring at herself in the mirror, her mind flooded with memories of what happened last evening.

The catfight, the stripping, the fact that she was winning until Margaret zapped her with the stun gun. She then recalled how Margaret violated her body against her consent, how she reduced her to nothing but a mere, helpless toy.

Neha wasn't used to feeling so helpless like this. She was a strong woman. Standing at 5'9" tall. Fierce, composed and magnetic. She walked into lecture halls and silenced rooms with nothing but her mere presence. Her confidence and aura was always unmatched. She didn't just exist, she led.

But now, after what happened last night, Neha couldn't help feel anything but deeply ashamed and disgusted with herself.

She felt exposed.

Disrespected.

Erased.

And under all that, the worst feeling of all: shame.

Not because of what she did.

But because of what was done to her. Stripped bare of her dignity, milked like a cow. Mocked, humiliated, and degraded.

And because part of her still did not understand how had Margaret gotten in that far.

She turned the tap and splashed cold water on her face. Once. Twice.

Her breath caught.

She looked at herself again.

And whispered--

"You're still here."

The voice was barely audible.

But it was something.

Not a rally or a declaration

But it was a beginning.

She heard the door click as it swung open. It was Margaret. Dressed in a sleeveless compression top and a pair of gunmetal grey ankle-length sculpted leggings. Finished off with a pair of sleek, black running shoes.

"Morning curry queen. How was your night?" her tone sarcastic.

Silence. Neha didn't speak a word. She just stared coldly at her.

Maggie looked at her with a look of authority. "First, you never stay standing when I'm entering a room. Kneel!!" The last word coming out sharp and surgical with her raised voice.

Neha remained unmoved. She just stared at her. "Last night was a fluke bitch. Today is round 2."

"Oh," Margaret raised her hands on frustration before she ground her teeth, "Then I think it's time Kunal and Alex say hi each other, huh?"

Hearing that sentence wiped the color off Neha's face. Her mouth opened a bit, lips parted, as she couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Oh, I went through your messages when you were out. I think Alex would be that delicate little admirer of yours. Eugene told me how you and he insulted him. So," she paces up and down the room before walking right up to Neha, meeting her stare, "what's it gonna be?"

Neha's face got more and more red with anger. Her jaws clenched as she balled her palms into a first.

"What happened to my pretty little Bollywood barbie? Gonna cry?" Her smile venomous as her icy cold eyes taunted Neha.

"I have all the screenshots of your messages with him. I also have a list of some of your contacts on my phone. Including your husband, Kunal. What a clueless idiot. Still sends those stupid good morning messages. So," she came closer to Neha, her face right in front of Neha's, before she hissed, "Kneel!"

Neha stood her ground boldly. Defiant.

"No!" came out a one syllable reply. "I know what I've done. And I can live with the consequences of those actions as well. No matter what they would be. Even if Kunal decides to file for divorce." She went ahead and started to be dress herself. Everything was good till the top, which was torn in half yesterday. She grabbed an oversized hoodie that was Margaret's.

"That's not yours, you know" Margaret's voice rang out from behind.

"Try me" came Neha's reply as she put on the hoodie and left.

She went to her apartment and broke down in tears. But this was no time to cry. She wiped off her tears and brought on a serious look. Then she called Kunal on video.

The call was answered promptly. For it was evening in India. Kunal had just returned home from work and he was about to wind down. Getting Neha's call, he joyously received it.

They talk. It's sweet and romantic. But Neha knew that she couldn't avoid beating around the bushes anymore.

"Kunal, I'm going to say something. And I'm going to need you to let me finish before you answer."

Noticing the shift in the tone of her wife's voice, Kunal steadied himself a bit. He nodded his head in approval.

"Okay"

"There's something I haven't told you Kunal. Not because I wanted to lie. But because I didn't want to face what I had become." Neha's voice low and steady.

She drew in a deep breath, "There was someone else. And... I let it happen. It wasn't planned. It wasn't revenge or defiance. And it was more than once."

Silence.

Kunal's expression gravely serious. He sat up straight and did not say something for a few moments, taking it all in. "Who?"

"Alex."

Kunal went still. Not shocked. Not furious. Just frozen. As if some part of him expected this but desperately hoped that it was false.

"Alex? The guy with the voice, the earrings, the cross-dressing and...." his voice trailed off before he resumed, " That guy you told me about from your class? That Alex?"

Neha replied softly, "Yes."

A pause. Kunal leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. He didn't speak for several seconds.

"Was it emotional?"

"Yes. But there was no love involved. It wasn't romantic. It was.... safety. For one night, one moment.... I needed to feel being touched."

"So, you gave yourself to him, on your own volition. Knowing full well the impact it would have on us?"

"Us... I didn't know how to define us anymore. I wasn't the version of me you remembered. Not the studious PhD student who you asked out. I wasn't her. I still don't know if I am anymore."

Kunal stared at Neha through the screen. His eyes conveyed a lot. But mostly pain and disappointment. Still staring at her. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. "And what am I supposed to do with that?"

"Nothing. You don't have to do anything. You don't owe me forgiveness. You don't owe me anything." Her voice cracked as she struggled to regain her composure. "But you deserve the truth. So here it is."

Another long pause. Then Kunal stood up. Not to shout. Not to leave. Just to pace--slow, thoughtful, heartbroken.

He sat down in front of his laptop. His eyes red. His voice struggling to hold.

"I could've handled rage. I could've handled the yelling. Even the distance. But this? You broke it Neha. You broke it and handed the pieces to someone else."

"I know" Neha's voice weak and submissive.

"And I don't know if I can trust you again. Not because you're cruel. But because you disappeared, Neha. And you did not let me in." Kunal's voice quiet and resigned.

Neha sat still. Her eyes open. But not crying. Just breathing through the ache.

"I want to fix it. But it's not my decision Kunal. I know that."

Kunal closes his eyes and hangs his head low. He takes a few seconds before saying, "I don't hate you Neha. I'm just hurt. And I don't know what version of us is left anymore."

"If there's a version of us left, then I want to meet you in it with nothing to hide." came Neha's response.

Kunal placed his hand on the laptop screen. As if he's about to disconnect. "We'll talk tomorrow. But as equals. And no half-truths. No more ghosts between us."

Neha shut off her computer after Kunal hung up the call. She sat and stared out of the window. The cacophony of voices. The bustling life outside her apartment on the campus. The students walking around, mingling. With the occasional one stopping to talk to the professors. "This is what I'm leaving the love of my life for."

Neha was barely able to do anything. She took the day off to heal from her physical wounds as she chose to compartmentalize the emotional aspect of Margaret and just focus on Kunal for now. It was the evening when Kunal called.

"Wasn't able to get any sleep last night."

"Didn't go in to work today." Neha replied

There was a stillness in the atmosphere. Even though they were physically apart by thousands of miles, every single feeling was conveyed.

"You said you wanted to face things without hiding anymore." Kunal's voice distinct and sharp.

"I meant it." replied Neha.

"Then hear this without trying to fix it." Kunal took a pause before continuing, "I love you. I probably will for a very long time after this. But I can't carry this version of us anymore."

"I understand." Neha sounding subdued and quiet.

"It wasn't just the affair. It was the silence. This turmoil of isolation and loneliness. You faced it all alone without letting me, your husband for 6 years, the love of your life for 9, you know? You were fighting a war inside yourself and never asked me to stand beside you. Why Neha? Why?"

"Because I thought I had to fight it alone."

"And maybe you did Neha. Maybe you did. But I have to protect what I have left Neha."

A long silence. Then Neha asked, "Will you be filing for divorce? Today or later sometime?"

"Not today. I'll have to take this up with my lawyer later. I'll keep you informed." He took a big sigh before continuing, "We had a good run, didn't we?"

Neha threw in a bleak smile, "Yeah, we did. All the places we went to. Dubai, Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, Maldives. You remember when I was stung by a bee during that apiary visit in Dubai?"

Kunal chuckled, "How could I not? Ruined our whole Christmas. I still recall how swollen your face had become."

They laugh as they shared some more memories.

"You were the best. You were the safest thing I had Kunal. And I didn't know how to be safe with just myself."

"Whatever comes next Neha, I hope it's built on something you don't have to apologize for."

Neha quietly replied, "So do I."

The call disconnected as Kunal got ready for work. Neha checks her phone to see a multitude of messages. Mostly from Margaret, who just had her first day was already struggling to meet the demands of Neha's job. Something which Neha did without almost missing a beat. She has several other messages too. Some from Alex, some from her fellow colleagues, one even from the Dean.

She wrote to the Dean, informing him of her decision to be on leave for the next day as well. She then replied to Margaret, thanking her for giving her the courage to do the right thing. She didn't bother to read any one of her other messages. "Of course she's struggling. She didn't want the work, only the power."

She lay her phone to the side and relaxes for a bit. "I just need to disconnect for some time before going back to the world."

Neha lay in her bed, facing the ceiling. Yeah, it's over. "But I can't carry this version of us anymore." Those words Kunal said piercing into her like a dagger. 9 years she spent with him. 6 in matrimony. And now it's ruined for good. She picked up her phone and looked up Alex. Maybe a call with him would make her feel good. But what would she say. "Hey Alex, remember that night we spent together at Chicago. Thanks a bunch for it. It just cost me the love of my life. Hope you're happy now."

Weak.

Pathetic.

This was not how she envisioned herself to end up as. She picked up her phone to look up some funny videos on YouTube. Maybe that'll distract her for a bit. As soon as she turned on her phone, it started ringing. Margaret. Neha cursed before she picked up the call.

"Where the fuck have you been all day?! You left me in such a- "

Nah. She hung up immediately. "I can't be bothered." She thought. But then, wasn't that the reason. Yes, she did cheat on Kunal. But it was Margaret's idea to blackmail her with that information. Causing her to come clean to him. Which resulted in the breakup.

"If Margaret wants me so badly, then she'll have me. Let's just see how well and for how long can she cope with me."

She decided she's not gonna get through with this sober. "Staying in the same room as her makes wanna gag." Neha opens her phone and searches for bars. Not something close to the college. A bit farther out. A little more. A little more. This one seems good.

Lesbian night tonight at Adam and Eve. Neha gave a call to confirm. Yes, it's confirmed. She arranges for an Uber and sets off. She wore the knee length red dress with black stripes. It hugged tightly to her body, amplifying every curve. Elevating her perfect hourglass figure. She retouches her makeup and hits the road. The Uber picks her up from her apartment as it takes her to the bar.

Neha stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind her. The music was low, the lighting warm--nothing flashy, just a quiet hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and low conversation.

No men.

No pressure.

No one pretending not to look.

Just women.

Some alone. Some in pairs. Some watching her now, not with judgment--just interest. Measured. Curious.

She walked to the bar, head high but pulse quickening. Her heels clicked softly against the floor. She ordered a drink, voice steady, then turned around and took in the room again. Neha leaned against the bar, sipping her drink slowly, letting the quiet thrum of the place settle into her bones.

That's when she heard the voice.

Rough. Direct. Deep enough to hush the space around it.

"You look like someone who's either gonna cry, punch a wall, or make out with the next woman who talks to her. Which one is it?"

Neha turned.

The woman beside her stood just as tall, maybe broader. Stocky frame, rolled-up flannel, trucker boots that had seen years of road grease. Her short-cropped hair was damp from rain, and her jaw looked like it had never once softened.

She took a swig from her beer.

"Name's Jo."

"Truck's out front. You?"

Neha raised an eyebrow. Her lip twitched, not quite a smile.

"Neha."

"Figures," replied Jo with a dry nod. "You don't look like you fold easy." She draws in closer, "But it just looks like you did not too long ago."

Neha stepped away from the bar, out into the cool air behind the building. She could still hear the bass thudding lightly through the brick wall. She leaned against it, lit only by the soft yellow of a flickering security light.

She pulled out her phone.

Margaret's name was right there, bold and unread.

She tapped.

And she typed:

"You'd hate her. Stocky. Loud. Rough around the edges. Sleeves rolled up, grease under her nails. Called me out with a grin. She's not subtle, but she sees through bullshit. And she didn't wait for permission." She takes a pause before typing again.

"Think I might let her take me home."

She stared at the message.

Then hit send. No emojis. No sign-off. Just the words. The quiet implication of being claimed by someone else. She slipped the phone back in her bag and exhaled slowly. Then walked back inside, her drink waiting.

Jo raised an eyebrow as she returned.

"Ran off on me already?"

Neha grinning now, "Just clearing some space."

Margaret was just about done with the department growth plan when her phone buzzed.

Neha.

She set down her pen, straightened her spine, and unlocked the screen with the same habitual precision she brought to every task. She read the message once.

Then again.

By the third read, her fingers tightened around the phone, jaw clenched just slightly.

"Think I might let her take me home."

That line hit like a blade

Margaret set the phone down, slow and deliberate. She wouldn't reply. Not yet.

But her stomach turned.

And she hated the way she wanted to see this woman's face.

Meanwhile, back that the bar, Neha slid back onto the stool beside Jo.

"Texted your ex?"

Neha sips her drink, "Something like that."

Jo smiling around the rim of her beer, "Want me to be a problem or a distraction?"

"How about a bit of both?" A bit of naughtiness on Neha's face.

Jo laughed, "Shit, I like you already."

She finished her drink and lay her elbow on the bar, letting the silence stretch.

"You want to finish that? Or should I close your tab?"

"How about we go to the corner booth and get shit-faced instead?" Neha's finger letting Jo know her intentions.

They moved to a corner booth. The bartender had stopped carding them emotionally after round four. Neha had lost count of what she was drinking--something whiskey-based, definitely no garnish.

Jo nursed a beer with one hand, the other gesturing wildly as she finished telling a story about backing her truck into a porta-potty in Indiana.

"I swear, the thing screamed. And not because someone was inside--it was just that kind of sound. Like the toilet itself was offended."

Neha howled. It wasn't a polite laugh--it was an unfiltered, half-drunk belly laugh, loud enough that a woman at the bar turned around and smirked at them.

"I needed that... oh my god. I haven't laughed like that in what weeks? Months?"

"See that's the problem with you fancy- "

"You've had enough." Margaret was standing at the end of the table, eyes cold, unreadable. She looked at Jo, then at the mess of glasses, then back at Neha.

Jo leans back with her eyebrow raised, "Who the fuck are you? Her probation office?"

"Who the fuck are you to be asking questions to me? In, ugh" Margaret reigns disdain, "Is that diesel? And that grease?" She exclaims in her cold and calculating tone.

"Ex." slipped in Neha to Jo.

"Got it. Look, she clearly does not seem like wanting to leave so why don't you- "

"You really don't know when to shut up do you? This matter does not concern you." Margaret getting right in Jo's face.

"Listen you- "

"Hey Jo, it's okay I got it." Neha says as she stumbled to get back up. Just a bit heavy with drink and tension.

"Let's go. I've seen what I wanted to see."

Neha walked out, just ahead of Margaret. She knew Margaret's eyes were locked on to her ass. However, it was more towards Jo, who was now standing at the door, waving Neha goodbye.

Outside, the night air hit Neha hard. She steadied herself.

Margaret didn't speak until they reached her car.

Then, finally--

"You're testing me." Margaret's voice loud and sharp.

"Not testing. Just measuring, that's it." Neha replied coolly. She got in the car without waiting for Margaret to open the door.

Margaret got into the car as well, her face wearing the look of unmistakable disgust at the type of place she was forced to be at because of Neha.

As she drove, there's a pin drop silence in the car.

"So, how did you like my new friend?" Neha spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Stay away from her. You are to refrain from contacting her again." coldly replies Margaret.

"Why? Because she makes you jealous? I'm not gonna stay away from because of that." Neha said making a "are you serious" type of a face.

"Jealous? Me of her? She has absolutely nothing to offer you." Margaret coldly

"Well let's just determine the veracity of that claim." Neha raises her left hand, her index finger up, "She has got conviction, she has got guts, especially how she confronted you, she also has big hands... and those broad shoulders.... mmm."

"Are you done?" Margaret looked annoyed.

"Someone's clearly jealous." Neha giggled at Margaret discomfort. "She also looks like someone who carries out what she says she's gonna do." Her tone low and direct.

Margaret didn't say anything. Neha turns to her side and faces her. "Hey... weren't you teasing me with that little toy of yours? When am I getting that? Hmm... hmm?" She naughtily mad purring sound before shooting her hand in between Margaret's legs, tickling her inner thigh.

"Coochie coochie coo."

"Enough!!" Margaret slammed the brakes and stops the car mid-way.

"Do you know how many fires I've had to put out today?"

Her voice wasn't cold now--it was sharp. Tired. Controlled only by effort.

"Three separate emails from the Dean. One on the department growth, one on grants and one on projects for the final semester students. Two from the trustees with regards to the grants. I had to deliver a lecture with no notice, field a student meltdown, and then rewrite an entirely new bid proposal because no one else could handle it."

She inhaled slowly. Controlled. Still no eye contact.

"And while I'm doing all of that--your work--I'm getting messages from you, flirting with some woman who smells like gasoline and thinks bar fights are a personality trait. So, forgive me if I'm not interested in comparing shoulder sizes tonight."

Still no eye contact. But her voice dropped quieter now. Flat. "You abandoned your work. You left me holding it all. And then you dared me to follow you."

A longer pause. Then, more quietly:

"Don't pretend this was about testing power. You wanted my attention. Now you have it. So, what do you want, Neha?"

Neha turned toward her, eyes narrowed, the earlier teasing gone.

"My work?" Her voice was calm, but barbed.

"Pretty bold of you to call it my work after you clawed your way into my title behind my back."

Margaret said nothing--but her jaw stiffened. Neha kept going.

"And for the record, I left things eighty percent done. Presentations formatted. Reports drafted. Timetables set. I did the heavy lifting. The trustees, I had already spoken to them and had set meetings with them. The department growth plan? Two drafts of it had already been shared with the Dean. The projects for the final semester? They were allotted to every student, except a few ones who have been out on medical leave."

She took a pause.

"So, until you've forgotten how to read simple fucking English, I don't see what the holdup is." Neha tilted her head, as if to mock Margaret even more, "Or are you genuinely that incompetent everywhere you've worked so far? Are you actually struggling to handle work that's, genuinely speaking, is a piece of cake for me to handle?"

The air in the car went thick.

Silence.

"You ungrateful brat"

Margaret's voice wasn't cold anymore. It was hot, shaking, full of venom.

She turned toward Neha, eyes blazing, not blinking.

"Do you think this is easy? Stepping into your mess? Covering for your absence? Watching everything unravel while people whisper behind my back about how I'm just a stand-in for you?"

She slammed her hand against the steering wheel.

"I didn't steal your job--I took responsibility when you dropped everything and walked away."

Neha opened her mouth, but Margaret cut her off.

"You think I'm jealous of that drunk grease-stained mascot you flirted with tonight? You think that bothers me?" Her voice cracked, suddenly louder. "I am exhausted, Neha! I'm exhausted of keeping everything in control while you go out breaking things and playing the victim!"

The air felt suffocating now.

Her chest rose and fell, wild with breath. She looked... shaken. Sweating. Completely unrecognizable from the Margaret who always carried herself like ice in heels.

"You want me to admit I care?" she said, softer now--but raw, like something was unravelling in real time.

"Fine. I do." Her voice cracked again. "But don't you ever call me incompetent again."

She slammed her palm into the steering wheel one more time. Then sat back. Face flushed. Jaw clenched. The silence that followed her outburst was deafening--like even the air had recoiled from it.

Neha looked at her. Really looked at her. And something in her hardened. She shook her head slowly, lips parting with a bitter, humourless laugh.

"God." Her voice was low. Almost a whisper.

"I can't believe I left Kunal... for this." Her voice rising, "Yes, we are separated. I'm sure you must be over the moon for it."

Painting Margaret as the villain angered her. Her head snapped back towards her, her eyes, bloodshot in anger. But Neha continued in her calm, cruel manner without a care.

"For someone who snaps like a child, screaming in a parked car, because a woman at a bar looked me in the eye without flinching." She leaned back against the seat, her voice steady now. Measured. Disdainful.

"You talk about control like it's some crown you wear. But you're unravelling over a drink, a joke, a name you couldn't compete with. I pitied you once, Margaret. Quietly. Silently. But now?" Her eyes narrowed, cold. "Now I think you're just... pathetic."

The word landed like a slap. No raised voice. No drama. Just finality.

Neha turned to look out the window, as if Margaret had already become background noise.

"Neha I- "

"I've already informed Dean Prescott of my decision to take a leave tomorrow. I'll be with Jo for the whole day. At least someone will be game." Neha said nonchalantly.

"No... why? Why her? What is it that you see in that grease covered fat piece of dirt that you don't see in me?" Margaret's tone sharp and confrontational. "Is it the strapon? You want me to take you with the strapon? Because I can- "

"It's not the strapon. It's living up to your words. I just broke up with my husband for 6 years to find that the one who I did it for is nothing more than a foul-mouthed, racist loser."

Margaret didn't answer. She drove her car fast. Recklessly fast. She got to her apartment in no time as she turns off the engine. "Hey Curry Doll. Let's get you what you've been wanting now, shall we?"

She grabs Neha by the hair and yanks her out of her seat. She drags hers over the gear lever out of the car by hair. Neha crawls over the seats as she's hurriedly brought out. She is pushed against the wall of the apartment building as Margaret takes a sniff of her neck from behind.

"Smell so sexy," she licks the sweat off Neha's neck, "Tastes so sexy too... goddamn brownie, you drive me crazy every time. She kicks the car door shut as she drags Neha by her hair behind hair. She get to her apartment and throw Neha in as she closes the door behind her.

Neha stands up to face her. She stares at her straight in the eye as she stands right in front of Margaret face to face.

"I've never dominated someone almost as tall me. Never had a curry doll at the end of my strapon either." She stares down Neha's body, who stands in front of her unflinching. "I've always wanted to tear off that dress from the very moment I saw you in it."

"You tear it, you buy it." Neha sounding serious.

"Brownie, you can have 10 dresses of your choice if you like." Her hands grab onto the collar of Neha's dress as she gives a forceful tug. The dress rips off of her as Margaret pulls it completely off, revealing Neha's soft, curvy body underneath it.

"You like what you see Maggie?" Neha's tone seductive.

"Not Maggie, you know what to call me by." Margaret reminds her in her sharp voice.

"Behave like one from tomorrow onwards and I'll call you the same. That title is earned, not given." Neha resolute in her answer.

Margaret's long and slender fingers clawing all over Neha's body as she leaves bite marks all over her thighs and her stomach.

"Yummy.. yummy. Oh, how badly have I always wanted this." She takes off her blazer and undershirt.

"Take off my bra. Take it off a stuff it into your mouth."

"No... I think you'll want that to be your panties."

Margaret's phone beeps up. A notification. Another email from the Dean. "Brownie... I won't be able to continue for more than one position tonight. I- "

"Then why did you bother calling me?"

"I did that because- "

"Because it was you made the promise to? You can't go back on your word now. Are you the Margaret who keeps everyone in check and control? Or are you the loser who gets thrown around by people like the Dean?" Neha's taunts are bold, loud and in Margaret's face.

"Fuck him. And this whole shit." She pulls Neha into the bedroom with her as she throws her on the bed.

Neha turns around and lies on her back. "No, I want the whole ordeal. Everything."

"You can't survive the whole ordeal brownie."

"Try me."

"Take off those bra and panties" ordered Margaret.

Neha got them off in a hurry. Margaret took off her bra off to reveal her small, refined breasts, topped off with a pair of pale pink nipples. She took off her trousers and panties to reveal a clean pussy with a neatly trimmed landing strip. "That's okay brownie... remember one thing. I am here to consume you, not the other way around. So, you better keep your hands to yourself." Margaret's voice back to being the low sharp and cold as she sees Neha eyeing her body.

Margaret kept herself in great shape. Unlike Neha, there was not softness. Toned and athletic arms with veins visible in them, strong and defined legs, broad shoulders, trim waist and a tight butt. Signals of the classic "fit executive" aesthetic. In contrast, Neha carried a full, curvy figure, her arms naturally fleshy and not defined, her breasts, prominent and full at 38DD, her waist with a gentle definition holding her hourglass shape perfectly with her full hips and a visibly plush backside. She wasn't toned in the "gym honed" sense. She had a lush, womanly figure that carried itself with quiet, assured power. The generous swell of her thighs, the natural fullness of her ass. Neha didn't have a sculpted core or visible muscle tone. What she had was something far more dangerous: a body that invited touch, evoked longing, and promised nothing it wasn't sure it could deliver.

And Margaret wasn't someone to miss out any of these. For she had lusted for Neha before she even met her. She slowly climbed on top of her, one leg on each side.

"So where do we go from here, Margaret?" Neha asked, her tone husky and seductive.

"That's Mistress for you." snapped back Margaret.

"Sorry, for that's a name that has to be earned."

"O yea? I got no problem with that."

The left hand clutches onto Neha's throat as the right hand gets raised. Her eyebrows furrowed angrily, Margaret asks, "Say my name."

"I don't know Maggie or Margaret, which- "

SMACK!! The right hand lands hard on Neha's left cheek.

"Say my name!!"

"It's Mar- " THWACK!! It falls again.

"SAY MY NAME!!"

Neha smiles, "Margaret Margaret Margaret."

WHACK!! WHUP!! CRACK!!

"SAY MY NAME You CURRY MUNCHING COW WORSHIPPER!! SAY IT!"

"Mar... no... please... Mistress. I can't take it anymore Mistress, please." The tears flow form the sides of Neha's eyes as a wry smile spread across Margaret's lips.

"There is the curry doll that I know... your training still has a lot left to it." She dived down and latched her lips onto Neha's, deeply kissing her before moving her lips across Neha's skin, onto her neck, her throat, coming down to her breasts. Neha grabbed Maggie's hair in pleasure.

SMACK!! Another hard slap lands right across her face.

"The next time you touch me without permission; it will be that belt!!" she points angrily at her belt hanging at the side of the bed. "Put them up on the bed railings. And do not remove them until my command."

Neha raised her fleshy arms and grabbed the railings as Margaret's eyes fell on her smooth armpits. She lowered her head and gave it a deep sniff. She sighed, "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more irresistible, you surprise me dothead."

Neha smiled as Margaret lunged in, deeply licking each of those smooth armpits several times before tracing her tongue down on Neha's skin all the way to her breasts. She grabbed the left nipple in mouth and suckled on it hard. She squeezed the right breast hard... like kneading on dough. She then switched and carried out the same treatment on her left breast as her mouth got plastered on the nipple on Neha's right breast. She then tugged on the nipple on her right breast, drawing additional louder moans from Neha who grabbed onto the railing for dear life.

"Damn, I feel like never want to leave them." Margaret now starts to bite. Each bite extracting a louder squeal from Neha whose body squirmed harder and harder after every one of them. "You are my curry doll, mine to do with as I choose. I need to mark my territory onto you."

Margaret dragged her lips along Neha's throat and bit down--not sweetly, not gently. "I want them to see. I want him to see." When Neha flinched, Margaret held her tighter, her breath warm against the bruise forming. "You're mine. That's not up for debate."

"Yes Mistress" came Neha's meek reply as Margaret proceeded to leave one more hickey on the outside of Neha's right arm. "These fleshy arms, who do they belong to? Say it!!"

"To my Mistress!!" Neha yelled.

"Whose name is?"

"Margaret... Ms. Margaret Whitmore!!!" Neha's voice ringing through the room.

Margaret settled herself between Neha's legs as she opened them wide. Wide. She then pinned down each knee on either side of Neha. Her wet pussy glistened in the light as Margaret lowered her head into it. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her womanhood. No words were needed anymore. She dived straight into her wide-open pussy and began devouring her clit, sucking, twisting, nibbling, and even biting it--eliciting loud, sharp moans from Neha every time she did.

Her two fingers then penetrated Neha, traveling in deep. She pulled them out and pushed them back in again as Neha moaned louder and louder. Margaret had just found her G-spot again. She added another finger and began to finger-fuck Neha as hard as she could, massaging her G-spot with every thrust. Her mouth stayed firmly clasped on Neha's clit, torturing her deeply.

Neha twisted and turned, her head falling side to side as her non-stop moans grew more intense and echoed around the room. Margaret even twisted her head while keeping her mouth on Neha's clit, making Neha moan even louder. Soon, Neha's body began to cramp slightly. Her thighs and hands trembled as the muscle tension built up. She started to spasm and convulse, each wave stronger than the last. Both Margaret and Neha knew what was coming next. Unable to hold back any longer, Neha screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" as her orgasm exploded, her pussy oozing love juices onto Margaret's face again and again.

"So sweet, so delicious... I could get so used to this," Margaret whispered, her voice barely a hiss as she finished eating Neha out. Her left hand rose to Neha's right breast, grabbing her nipple and twisting it hard, pulling loud screams and moans from Neha--a blend of pleasure and pain.

Margaret backed up slightly after Neha's explosive climax, still licking the remnants of her juices off her chin. "Turn around. Get on your knees and place your hands on the railing," she said coldly, her eyes full of authority.

Neha obeyed, rising slowly as her breathing began to steady. She turned around and grabbed the railing with both hands, settling onto her knees. "Like this?"

"Would you look at that," Margaret murmured, her gaze lingering over Neha's body. Her pale blue-gray eyes locked onto her. The soft amber light in the bedroom bathed Neha's form in a quiet intimacy. Her medium olive skin, darkening into bronze where the light faded, looked as though it were absorbing the room--like she belonged to it.

But to Margaret, she did not belong to the room.

She belonged to her.

"You already belong to me. I've just decided what to do with you tonight," Margaret hissed into Neha's ear, her voice sharp and low like a viper's. Neha shivered at the sound, her heart beginning to race as a subtle, unmistakable excitement stirred within her.

She took hold of Neha's ass, both hands digging in with greedy precision. She drove her face inside. "Ohh... the smell... just perfect." She ate Neha out from behind for a while as Neha began to moan. Margaret pulled her head back the moment she heard the sound.

"No sounds from you, brownie," she said as she grabbed Neha's ass cheeks with both hands. Shaking them, she added, "Would you look at that," her eyes lighting up a bit as Neha's cheeks jiggled. Unable to hold back any longer, Margaret bit down on her right butt cheek. Neha shut her eyes and clutched the railing for dear life--jaw clenched, breath held--but not a single sound escaped her.

"I'll leave the other cheek for now. Let's see what comes next."

She cupped her right hand slightly. Then they began. First one slap on the left cheek. Then the next on the right. Then left. Then right. Left, right, left, right. The quiet slap of skin on skin filled the room, each strike echoing softly off the walls. Her ass cheeks bounced with every hit. Neha gritted her teeth, her breath short and fast, but still no sound passed her lips. Her body jolted forward with each flinch, barely holding herself in place, eyes tightly shut as she did everything she could to stay silent.

Satisfied with what she saw, Margaret stood up. "Time to fulfil my promise, curry doll." She disappeared into the dark hallway.

Neha didn't move. She didn't dare. Her breath was shallow, her thighs slick, her body waiting for whatever came next.

She waited for her breathing to normalize. Normally, she would never have subjected herself to this. But this wasn't normal. The wound of Kunal's departure was still raw. Very raw. Painful. Excruciatingly painful. Her emotional state fragmented, barely holding on. A near-decade-long shared life had vanished in an instant.

Kunal had loved her deeply. And he'd shown it--with patience, conviction, strength. He had listened. Held her when she broke down. Given her space when she needed it, and stood firm when it mattered. There was power in that. Stability.

But Margaret... Margaret wasn't stability. She was fire.

She didn't soothe--she seared. She didn't ask--she commanded.

And right now, Neha didn't want to be held. She wanted to be claimed.

She needed something sharper than grief, hotter than regret. Something that made her forget she was hurting at all.

She didn't care about the insults. The humiliation. The shame.

In her mind, she was guilty. And everything Margaret was about to do to her--every rough touch, every cold word--was punishment she wasn't just willing to take.

She needed it.

"Final round, curry queen!" Margaret's voice rang out, victorious--like she had conquered Neha from a rival kingdom. "Take your hands off the railing. Put them on the bed," she ordered, her voice low, crisp, and in control.

Neha obeyed quietly. She let go of the railing and dragged her body back slowly.

"Now go lower and place your head on the bed... Move!"

Neha shifted her body back further, then dropped down to her elbows, her forearms resting on the bed. Finally, she lowered her head face-down into the mattress. Her ass lifted--bare, exposed--waiting.

"Good girl," Margaret murmured, a satisfied hum in her voice.

Neha's skin prickled.

She barely had time to exhale before she felt it--Margaret's foot pressing down on the back of her neck. Not hard. Just enough. Enough to remind her who was in control.

Neha's gasp was muffled by the mattress. Her body tensed... then melted. She stayed still.

"You look perfect like that," Margaret said, grinning as she raised her phone. Her voice was casual, amused. A little wicked. "Hold that pose. It's one of the only ones best suited for your kind."

Click.

Margaret snapped a photo--then another. The soft rustle of her laughter followed behind the lens. Neha's hair was a mess. Her body glowed in the amber light. She looked ruined. Owned.

Margaret's foot slid back slowly, her toes brushing through Neha's hair--playful now. She leaned in close, whispering against her ear.

"You're mine now, curry whore. Every single inch of you."

She then pulled out the strapon. It matched the tone of her skin. Thick and veiny, like a real cock. The shiniest of black leather straps. She adjusted the harness so that the base of the dildo is positioned perfectly against her clit. She applied a good amount of lube on the strapon as she walked herself over to get behind Neha.

"Repeat the following words after me:

I am a worthless cow worshipper masquerading as an academic in an elite institute. SAY IT!!"

Neha raised her head, her eyes soaked in tears, the mascara ruined a bit. "I am a worthless cow worshipper masquerading as an academic in an elite institute."

SMACK!!! A loud crack as Neha yelped in pain, her eyes bulging, popping out of their sockets. Margaret had just lashed her leather belt across Neha's bare ass.

"I am a token diversity hire, utterly incompetent and I don't belong here. SAY IT!!"

Fearfully and with teary eyes, Neha whimpered, "I am a token diversity hire, utterly incompetent and I don't belong here."

"Please.. please no Mistress ple- ".

CRACK!! The leather belt lashed against Neha's ass once again as Margaret continued.

"I was created by God to serve the superior white race and to satisfy their every need. That is the only purpose I have in life."

"I... I was created by God..." Neha cried as she winced in pain

"SAY IT!!!"

"I was created by God to serve the superior white race and to satisfy their every need. That is the only purpose I have in life."

THWACK!!! The 3rd blow landed.

A more subdued yelp from Neha whose elbows were starting to buckle. "Keep those fleshy arms locked in brownie!" Came the order from behind.

"I begin today on that journey by submitting myself into the capable hands of Ms. Margaret Whitmore who will turn me into a worthy member of the civilized society."

Neha repeated herself, her voice defeated and exhausted. "I begin today on that journey by submitting myself into the capable hands of Ms. Margaret Whitmore who will turn me into a worthy member of the civilized society." She repeated it. Slower. Quieter. The words falling from her lips like a vow.

Margaret raised the belt and holds it there, letting the silence stretch..... before she landed the hardest one of them all. The leather belt crashed into Neha's bare skin, now red with marks. A sharp sting nearly knocking Neha out of her senses. Then silence. She somehow held on, her arms still trembling.

"We'll let that rest now." Her voice cold mocking as she moved ahead wearing the strapon, positioning herself in front of Neha's face, facing her. "I don't think you'll be needed to be told what to do now, will you?" The sneer on her face widening as Neha takes her hands off the railing.

She placed Margaret's "cock" in her right hand, stroking it a few times. "Yes, spit on it!" she instructed with an icy cold gaze as Neha meekly obeyed her. She spat on the strapon dildo before starting to stroke it much smother. "Open wide, here comes the airplane!" Margaret's tone increasing the humiliation as she presses her hips forward.

She plunged the dildo into Neha's mouth, down into her throat. Neha's lips sealed itself around the girth of the silicone toy as she sucked on it, feeling it being driven in and out of her. Soon she felt it being rammed down her throat. Neha gagged. Choking noises started to come out her as she increased her intensity on sucking the cock. Twisting her head and driving up and down on it, she soon started to settle into a more regular rhythm. Her head moved more smoothly as her saliva coated Margaret's silicone cock. She twisted and smiled, marvelling at Neha's skill, " Not bad curry cunt, you're getting real good at this... and why not? For the first time in your pathetic life, you're in someone's capable hands. Far better than the dirty coolie hands of your husband back in India. No wonder he ended up being cuckolded to a femboy."

Neha flinched a bit hearing this. At the way Margaret laughed while she said it. The wreckage of her marriage was raw on her mind. It was the reason for her actions tonight. Her teasing of and eventual voluntary submission to Margaret. She paused for a moment when Margaret said, "Well you had your chance, now, it's my turn."

She grabbed Neha's head with both her hands, fixing it in place as she drove in. Her cock being plunged fish down Neha's throat as she pulled back and went in again. And again. And again. Neha's voices of choking and gagging on the strapon dildo became louder as it filled the room. Her eyes welled up with tears as with one jerk, Margaret pushed the entirety of the strapon into Neha's mouth and down her throat as Neha's lips reached the strapon harness belt. Her teary, dark brown eyes looking up at Margaret's icy, pale grey eyes, her lips twisted with an evil smirk of pure satisfaction.

She let go of Neha's head as she falls down on the bed. "Hands back on the railings!" shot out her command. Margaret walked to position herself behind Neha's butt, her hand on her "cock" now glistening with Neha's saliva on it, as her fingers rubbed the tip. She then traced her finger along Neha's spine before grabbing the base of the hair at the back of her head and pulling hard, making face up and arching her back, "Good girl. Now breathe." Margaret's smile curled slowly, eyes gleaming--satisfied, almost serene.

She walked over to one end of the room and grabs some more lube. She lathered her strapon with the lube and then flicked the tip onto the opening of Neha's vagina. "You are finally going to get the honor to taking in my cock brownie. Tell me, how do you feel?"

"I.... I can't be honored enough to have your cock inside of me Mistress. I've.... been wanting for it all day... long." Neha's body still trembling and shivering from the thrashing from Margaret's belt.

Margaret's hands moved. Her long and slender fingers rubbed themselves up and down Neha's back. The contrast between her slightly wrinkled pale skin and Neha's smooth medium olive skin turned her on even more. She pushed forward as the strapon started to penetrate Neha. She grabbed Neha's left shoulder with her left hand as she directed the strapon dildo with her right. Soon, she pushed her strapon all the way into Neha, buried to the hilt, her hips flush against Neha's body.

They stayed like that for a moment, Margaret bent over, her lips reaching Neha's ears. "This is where you belong brownie. Your rightful place. With my cock buried deep inside your pussy. Do you agree?" Neha nodded, her eyes with tears. She felt Margaret's lips graze her neck, then her shoulder--gentle, lingering kisses that softened the edge of everything that had come before, "Good girl," Margaret murmured, "be like this and we'll cuddle for the rest of the whole night."

She hoisted her hips backwards to where the dildo is almost out of Neha. All 9 inches of it, stretching out the walls of Neha's pussy with is 4.5 inches girth. And then she pushed forward. Harder. With much more intent and purpose. And then again. And again. She grabbed the back of Neha's hair with left hand, pulling it while the other hand lay a firm grip on Neha's hip. She spanked hard on Neha's ass, resulting in her squealing out in pain. She did it again, and again and again. Pulling on Neha's hair, she pulled Neha's face back as her hips slammed the strapon dildo into Neha's pussy, her pelvis smashing against Neha's ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh arousing her.

"This what you wanted, huh? Back in the car?" Margaret's tone taunted her.

"Ohh yesss.... Mistress... I have.. been wanting it AAAHHHH.... all day... oh my fucking God..... fuuck!!" Neha managed to barely get the words out in the middle of all her moans and screams. Her heavy breasts swung forward with each thrust. In sync with each thrust. Swaying and bouncing uncontrollably, lost in the rhythm of it all.

She pulled on Neha's hair and turned around her head. She lowered herself onto Neha and brought her lips close to Neha's. They kissed passionately while Margaret pounded away fervently. Her hand grabbed one of Neha's breasts and started to play with it. She then broke off the kiss and greedily grabbed a handful of Neha's breasts with both hands. She squeezed them. Hard... like kneading dough. Holding on to them while continuing to ram her from behind. Grazing her palms on Neha's nipples.

"Who owns these brown titties?" Her voice sharp and filled with authority.

"You Mistress... they're.... yours." replied Neha midst the moans from being fucked by Margaret.

"And who owns this body? Who owns it all?" Margaret continues, her hands grazing over Neha's back as they firmly grasped and dug into the soft flesh on Neha's hips.

"You Mistress. It's all yours. I am your property." Neha answered in full submission.

" Then say my name. Say it in full." Margaret commanded.

"Mar... Margaret... Whitmore." responded Neha, her head raised and Margaret easy starting to increase her pace. She saw Neha, her straight black hair, the medium olive skin, its smoothness, her curves, their softness... she truly deserved the best. She grabbed hard onto Neha's hips as her long and slender fingers and the fingernails digging in. The contrast of Neha's smooth medium olive skin on her back to Margaret's pale skin on her toned abdomen as she lay on Neha, the strapon buried inside her deep within.

"She deserves to be nailed to the best of my capabilities"

Margaret increased her pace and intensity even more. As much as she physically could. The sounds of her hitting into Neha increased in their frequency as well as Neha's moans, which were now progressively getting louder and more frequent. Their sweaty bodies glistening in the soft amber light as Margaret saw Neha arching her back. She grabbed Neha's hair with her left hand as she spanked her with the right. Her hand then went low and started playing with Neha's clit. A smile spreads across her face as she now knows what's going to follow.

The base of the strapon, positioned right above Margaret's clit rammed into her repeatedly as well. Margaret's breathing increased as she kept on with her increased pace and intensity. Very soon, both of pant in unison as their bodies start to tremble. The spasms, the convulsions, the shakes... and then the words.

"I'M CUMMING!!!"

Neha's love juices drenched the strapon while Margaret flopped from behind and fell on Neha's back. She pushed Neha down, forcing her to lie flat on the bed with her cock still buried inside of her. She then said, "I'm going to breed you now." And then she pressed a button at the base of the strapon.

Neha felt thick spurts of cum ooze into her, each one making her gasp harder. Margaret pulled out of her when done and unclasped the toy. "It's a cum strapon, curry queen." She answered looking at Neha's puzzled look.

"And the liquid?" Neha inquired.

"Cum lube... it looks and feels like the real thing, but it isn't." Margaret tossed the toy aside and sits at the base of Neha's waist.

"Push it out, I want to see my cum being pushed out of your brown pussy." She watched intently as Neha dutifully complied. Soon, a small trickle of white liquid flowed out of her pussy as she smiled, "This is probably the best thing I've seen inside a bedroom in all my 56 years so far."

She climbed on top of Neha and got at an eye level with her. "When you texted me about doing the right thing, I knew what happened between you and your husband. I never thought you'd come back to me." Her pale blue eyes not moving from Neha's rich dark brown eyes. "I guess you finally realized where your real place lies in this world after all. " She looked at Neha with a smirk of satisfaction.

"So, did I make a good pet?" Neha asks as Margaret removed a strand of hair from her face.

"No... not yet. I'll have to train you for that. But with time everybody improves. And so will you." She went down and passionately kissed Neha. Her lips moving onto Neha's neck and then to her breasts. "I could stay on these breasts for all night long." She says as she flicked Neha's left nipple with her tongue before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it hard for a good couple of seconds.

"Want me to spoon you? You've earned it," She says as Neha responds, "It's almost 5 am. Don't you have- "

"Things move in the world differently for people like me, of my skin. Turn to your side." She got behind Neha as her hand fondled her breasts before grabbing onto her stomach. "Ahh the softness." Margaret said with a bit of joy and relief in her voice as Neha stared into the wall.

"Maybe this is what it's like to give up control."

What happens next?

Will Neha surrender completely to Margaret's control, becoming her willing slave?

Or will something inside her push back--fighting to reclaim her dignity and power?

How far will Margaret take her domination?

What are you ready to witness?

Drop your thoughts in the comments--and stay tuned for what comes next.