By the third week of Anjali’s training, the young daughter-in-law had become almost unrecognizable from the shy, innocent girl who had first returned to the haveli.

Her white leather collar was now a permanent fixture. She wore it proudly when alone with the family, often paired with nothing but nipple clamps and a thick vibrating plug buried deep in her ass. Her once-modest behavior had vanished. She crawled when ordered, begged filthily when spoken to, and leaked constantly from both her choot and gaand.