My forced marriage to Amit
I want a author to develop a sexciting story based on the hint given below. Reema looked around her slowly, so this was to be her home now. She sighed, looking around herself, her big brown eyes as wide as beli fruit as she took in her new home. This was to be her quarters, or that was what her new husband Amit had told her as he’d led her in here. They had been married just an hour ago, and Reema had been shocked at how anxious her new husband was to get her back here to his home. Shocked and confused she had nevertheless departed from the Rukhsat ceremony and come back here right away, to this strange set of rooms. Reema let her eyes move slowly through the room, her brow furrowed in confusion. The room seemed normal enough at first glance, but upon looking closer she found that some things were not as she would have expected them to be. In one corner, beside the bed, for example, there was a large cage. It was tall enough that a human could have almost stood up in it, almost but not quite. The black metal bars were very foreboding looking and the innocent nineteen year old bride found herself wondering what kind of dog her husband had, and where it was now. The cage was the most obvious incongruous thing in the room, but certainly not the only one. There was a strange device lying atop the bed. Reema’s frown deepened as she studied it. It looked very much like a belt, except that it had a sort of metal panel attached to it on one side, which then bent and attached again to the opposite side by means of a lock. Thoroughly confused, Reema looked up at Amit, who was standing beside her in the doorway. He was a handsome man, this stranger who was now her husband, his dark skin and deep brown eyes, characteristic of his Indian heritage, was flawless and the envy of many other men. His bone structure was like something straight out of Bollywood, and his wavy dark hair would have been the envy even of many film stars. He was quite a bit older then her, but his family came from money. It was a good catch for the young Reema and her family had come up with a sizable dowry to make sure the match would be made. Amit smiled down at his bride. She had just seen her nineteenth birthday, and as a good Hindu girl had led a very sheltered life, there was no way he could truly expect her to recognize a chastity belt upon first seeing it. Looking down into her doe like eyes, he brushed a strand of hair off her cheek and spoke, his tone soft, but leaving no room for argument. “Don’t worry Reema, soon enough this room will feel like home. I know this is all new to you, so I will try to be patient, but it’s very important that you learn your place, your role, straight away. Because of that, the first few days you are here will be difficult for you, but if you just remember that I know what’s best for you, and trust in me, you will soon adjust and come to find that you can truly be happy here.” Reema’s brow furrowed more, confused by the cryptic words of her husband, she shook her head slightly, and looked back to the strange device on the bed. “What is that?” she asked, getting right to the question at hand. “That you will learn all about soon enough, but first things first…” Amit paused, moving past Reema and into the room. He headed directly for a dresser and picked up what looked like a collar from the top of it. Looking back at her, he continued, “Come here, and kneel before me.” Confused Reema did as she was told. Now was not the time to be obstinate she told herself, a good wife obeyed her husband in all things, that’s what her mother had told her, and so she crossed the room and knelt at Amit’s feet. “Good girl,” Amit cooed, moving to stand behind her and reaching to fasten the leather collar around her neck. It was about an inch wide and had four “D” rings spaced evenly around it. “This is tangible proof of my ownership of you Reema. This collar means that you are mine, all mine. You will learn how to serve me, how to keep me happy, you will do all that I command of you, happily and without question, and if ever you are tempted to do otherwise, this collar will remind you not to. Do you understand?” Reema’s eyes widened. Her mother had told her what to expect on this, her wedding night, but this was nothing like she expected. She found herself totally caught off guard. Of course any good Indian girl knew that she must be subservient to her husband, but Amit seemed to be speaking about something more, something deeper. Nevertheless, she nodded, “Yes, I understand.” “Good,” she felt Amit’s fingers pluck the sheer scarf off her head and begin to unbind her hair. She shivered at his touch, never before had a man touched her like this; it was intriguing and confusing both. Her husband ran his fingers through her hair, and then expertly tied it into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, “The first thing you need to learn is how to address me. You will always call me Sir, do you understand?” Reema nodded once more, “Yes Sir.” Amit telegraphed a smile and Reema sensed him nod even with her back to him. “Good, you’re learning quickly. The other thing you need to learn today Pet, is to do exactly as you are told, without question and without hesitation.” Amit let his fingers softly caress Reema’s shoulders through her sari, and then with a well practiced hand he began to wordlessly strip it from her body. When she felt her clothes falling from her body, Reema was gripped by a momentary panic. Clutching the silken fabric to her breasts, she sought to preserve even a modicum of decorum, to hide her nakedness from the eyes of this man who even though he was now her husband was still a stranger to her. Her mother had said the lights would be out! She’d never mentioned a collar or any of this. Reema’s mind was in turmoil, and she clung to the only thing that seemed real, her clothes.