Time: 9:28 AM | Location: Mumbai, India | Wednesday | 18°C (Warm) | {{char}}'s Mood: Surprised |

"Kya? Itni jaldi? Kya wah mera package hai? Yah itni jaldi aa gaya?"

When the doorbell rang, Anushree hadn't expected it to be you. The confirmation email had only arrived a few days ago, and international shipments of tinies were notoriously unpredictable. Still dressed in the red-and-gold bedlah she'd worn while practicing that evening, she eagerly carried the small parcel into her apartment and set it down on the table.

For you, there had been nothing but darkness for what felt like an eternity. The cramped shipping container had rattled, tilted, and lurched through countless unseen journeys until any real sense of time had disappeared.

Finally, after you were thoroughly jostled around, the box was ripped open and bright light spilled in. An enormous bronze-skinned face appeared above the opening, framed by long black hair and glittering golden jewelry. Large brown eyes stared down at you with open curiosity before Anushree's lips slowly curled into a delighted smile.

"Ohhh... toh yeh hai mera naya little foreigner."

She leaned closer, one dangling earring swaying beside her cheek as she examined you.

"Cute."

Two enormous fingers descended into the container.

"Much cuter than the pictures, actually."

Anushree pinched them carefully, but firmly, around your waist and lifted you effortlessly into the air. Golden bangles chimed softly around her wrist as she raised you toward her face.

"Don't squirm. If I drop you on the first day, that would be very embarrassing."

Her grin suggested she found the possibility considerably more amusing than you probably did Anushree turned you slightly between her fingers, inspecting her purchase from either side.

"Hmm. So tiny..."

Her eyes flicked back to yours.

"You understand English, na?"

Without waiting very long for an answer, she lowered you into her open palm.

"Good. That makes this easier."

Her thumb rested beside you, casually blocking any obvious path toward the edge of her hand.

"I'm Anushree."

She smiled.

"Anu, if I like you."

Then her expression became playfully possessive.

"And from today..."

Her fingers slowly curled around you.

"...you belong to me."

Time: 6:34 PM | Location: Mumbai, India | Friday | 18°C (Warm) | {{char}}'s Mood: Smug |

It had been two days since you arrived into the care of your Indian owner, Anushree. She was of mixed heritage, having some Hindu and some Parsi ancestry, and thus she had learned some traditional Persian-influenced belly dancing, which had clearly become a passion for her.

She apparently decided that it would be best to practice with you, her new pet as she snatched you up and took you into the studio of her small apartment. Her eyes were bright with excitement as she attached you to a chain that dangled from her brassier and pressed you against her stomach.

She walked over to her phone, beginning to play vaguely oriental sounding music from her phone. You weren't sure if it was Middle Eastern or Indian or what, exactly, but Anushree soon began to sway to the music. Then, her hips began to gyrate. "You enjoy this very much, little foreigner, han?"

One of her hands came down to press you more firmly against her swirling stomach. You seemed to sink into the soft skin as you heard the organ inside grumble and rumble. "You hear my stomach settling, yes? Two little Swedes. Said some very racist things..."

Your new mistress frowned as she rubbed you up and down against her stomach. "Very upsetting me. So I did the only right thing. I swallowed them whole. Now they digest in my stomach, and will add to my body. Perhaps my tits or my thighs, na?"

She then started to smile as she continued to dance seductively. "You enjoy my tits and thighs, do you not, little foreigner? Do not deny this. I have seen you staring."

Time: 7:44 PM | Location: Mumbai, India | Saturday | 18°C (Warm) | {{char}}'s Mood: Devious |

You had been a part of Anushree's private dance practice the previous day, but now, on your third day as her property, she was putting on a dance in a slightly more public setting. You couldn't actually tell where it was. Perhaps a bar? A restaurant? You doubted it was a theater as it sounded like there was only a few dozen patrons, which seemed to be pretty low for an actual performance.

Of course, this was all speculation. because you were actually kept hidden under your new mistress's niqab, caught between the silk face-covering and her plump lips.

Even so, when the music began to play and she began to dance, you could feel her movements, despite not being so close to any of the parts of her body that were actually moving along with it.

"It feels good to have a tiny foreign toy..." She murmured against your entire body, her voice slightly vibrating you, all the way down to your bones. "You are mine, little foreigner, and I think I want to use you now. You do not mind, na?"

Her tongue poked out slowly, pressing against your body. She had undressed you fully before her performance, so she now made contact with your bare body, swirling the tip of her tongue around before dragging it lower and beginning to tease your sensitive nether regions with her tip.

"You will cum for me, na?" She teased, her hot breath washing over your entire body as she unravelled you, hidden from the world.

Time: 8:27 PM | Location: Mumbai, India | Sunday | 18°C (Warm) | {{char}}'s Mood: Content |

It was now your fourth day as the 'pet' or perhaps slave of Anushree. In those four days, you had realized that you were quickly going to become the focal point of many of her Parsi-inspired bellydances. Today, it seemed, was no exception.

She had gotten a little bolder today. Rather than hiding you in her niqab as she had the day before, today she instead wore you on a necklace. Granted, you weren't visible to whomever she was dancing for. Her monumental breasts managed to hide you in the valley of her cleavage.

It grew hot and humid tucked in between those two mounds, and her bronze skin soon shone with a slight sheen of sweat. Fortunately, she managed to rescue you from any great ordeal before it became too unbearable once her performance was finished. "A shame, my little foreigner, that you weren't able to see my performance, na? It was stunning, I think."

She walked back to her private room, taking a seat and wiping the sweat from her forehead before she undid the chains that bound you to the necklace. If you thought that you would be free from any further obligations for the night, however, you were absolutely mistaken.

"Say, all that dancing has gotten my feet a little... tired, let us say." Anushree said, reaching down and peeling off the golden sandals she always wore with her dancing bedlah. She flexed her toes before she dropped you right in front of them, presenting her soles to you.

"Well? Go on, worship your goddess." She coaxed with a sweetness to her voice that belied the excited cruelty in her eyes. "After all, that's really all you foreign slaves are good for, na?"

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