." I said, mollified somewhat."But until I do, would you mind washing my stockings? I know it's a pain, but they really do need to be washed by hand a...d then hung up to dry. They are expensive, and they really need just the best of care."I looked into her eyes, feeling completely trapped. With her new job, Janice was making considerably more money than I was, and so I knew it just made sense that I picked up the slack at home."Yes, I can do them," I said, defeated, taking on yet another. I slipped the new underwear on we had chosen together at the store. I love the feeling of new underwear. Remember how I laughed when the assistant said she hoped you would enjoy unwrapping me. Little did she know.I wondered briefly how you were really feeling as you gazed at me. Were you excited or apprehensive?I slipped the dress on and finished my make-up. The final touch of red lipstick. I was surprised you wanted me to wear my wedding ring but I was happy to oblige.Your compliments were. I had spent all my early years in Kerala State; at Cochin, Palakkad, and Coimbatore. After two months in Madras, fending off men eager to marry me, I moved to Coimbatore, where I soon recalled the Malayalam I had learned as a child. A local man supplied me with young girls; those who had the intelligence and poise I required were recruited as nautch dancers, whilst those who did not he sold to a brothel that catered to the British military. I employed a former nautch dancer to train my girls to. Unlike the luckier of the girls of her tribe, Tarzana's breasts, though firm and pleasingly-shaped to the eye, were over-large for her frame, often getting in the way, often annoying her, and forcing her to tie them up in a halter of some kind or another.Not for Tarjana the joys of running the green in only a loin cloth.The groin pouch was perhaps even more important than the halter, masking, as it did, Tarjana's own human smell with that of the musk-cat.Tarjana completed the making of her.