Wife wants door open while having sex

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Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The owner of the soul.
  
• Sagar: The owner of the body.
  
• Lata: The offering, divided.
  
• Kishore: The broken ghost.
  

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Scene 14

(The scene opens with Lata, naked from the waist up, frozen by Myra’s command to remove her salwar. Her hands are shaking too badly to untie the drawstring.)

Lata: (a helpless, broken whisper) I can't... Memsahib... my hands...

Myra: (her voice is soft, almost gentle) You are right. You are useless like this. Shhh. It's alright. Let me remove the rest of it.

(Myra leans over, her movements efficient and impersonal. She unties the drawstring of Lata’s salwar and slides it down her legs. She pulls off her simple underwear with the same detached air. Lata is now completely naked on their bed.)

Sagar: A perfect, unmarked canvas. Ready for her master.

Myra: She is. But her lesson is not quite over. She must understand the new rules. Lata, look at me.

(Lata, trying to curl into a ball to hide herself, slowly turns her tear-streaked face to her mistress.)

Myra: I want your worship. Before he takes your body, you will give your devotion to me. Come. Lift your head. Lata, suck my breasts now.

(Lata stares, uncomprehending, at Myra’s full, perfect breasts. The same breasts Kishore was rewarded for kissing. Myra leans closer, guiding Lata's head forward with a hand in her hair until the girl’s mouth finds her nipple.)

Myra: (a soft hiss of pleasure as Lata begins to suckle weakly) That's it. That is where your loyalty belongs. That is where your desire belongs. To me. Always to me.

(Myra strokes Lata’s hair as the girl suckles, then she looks over at her husband, a look of ultimate possession in her eyes.)

Myra: But your body, little bird... your body is a different matter. It has needs. It gets hungry. It gets… wet. I cannot be bothered with such trivial things. So, from this moment forward, Sahab will take care of your bodily needs from now onwards.

Sagar: (a low, possessive growl) A very generous gift, my love. I will use her well.

Myra: (still stroking Lata’s head) I know you will. She is yours to feed, to bathe, and to fuck whenever you please. Her body is your property. But her soul... her soul is mine.