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A Slave to my Student - Featuring Slave Sneha and Mistress Iswarya Menon
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This is a story which is derived from other stories on the web, this is a work of fiction and has hard core sexual activities. Story Code: F/f, F+/f, M/f, M+/f
A Slave to my Student - Featuring Slave Sneha and Mistress Iswarya Menon - Index
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Chapter 1 - The Big Revelation
Mrs. Sneha Prasanna sat at her desk checking the senior English compositions her class had turned in today. While school had been dismissed about twenty minutes ago, she was in no hurry to get home. Her husband was off on yet another business trip and her daughter, Amy, was attending a camp retreat for the weekend.
Sneha had been married to Prasanna for ten years. Since he got his last promotion, he has been required to go on extended business trips. The longest was two months and this trip could well be longer. Amy had just had her thirteenth birthday and with all her involvement in activities at school and church she was rarely home. So, Sneha had quite a bit of free time and had no pressing commitments. She planned to finish up these papers and head to the gym for her daily workout on the way home. At Thirty-five she worked very hard to keep in shape. At 5'7" and 53kgs she was proud of her body, no sagging, firm legs and tight tummy to go with her firm 35-inch bust.
Sneha was startled out her daydream by a knock at her classroom door. Looking up she saw Iswarya Menon, one of her senior honour’s English students. Iswarya was a very bright student. At eighteen she had a well-developed body and a rather arrogant attitude. She was sort of a loner and despite her beauty she didn't have a boyfriend or any friends for that matter.
"Come in Iswarya. I haven't finished grading the compositions yet."
"That's not why I'm here Mrs. Sneha. I have something I want to show you."
"Sure. What do you have?"
Iswarya reached into her bag and took out an old magazine. Sneha's heart stopped as she immediately recognized the magazine. It was "Hustler" July, 2005. She had always hoped that no one would discover her old secret.
Iswarya flipped open the magazine and there all over a four-page spread was her senior English teacher showing all her well put together charms. Sneha had posed in college for some very much needed money and had hoped that they would remain in her past. "I was cleaning out an old trunk of my dad in the attic and look at what I found."
Sneha tried to gather her wits and replied, "That was a long time ago Iswarya and I am not proud of it but at the time I was desperate for money to finish college. Let me have that so I can throw it away and keep it in my past."
Iswarya pulled back the magazine. "I don't think so Mrs. Sneha. We need to have a little talk. Close the door."
Sneha got up and closed the door, anxious to get this taken care of as soon as possible. "Lock it"., Iswarya said as she took Mrs. Sneha. seat behind her desk.
As soon as the door was closed and locked Sneha turned and seeing Iswarya in her chair moved to a desk in the first row of student seats. She saw a look on Iswarya's face that was not at all encouraging.
" Stand in front of the desk Mrs. Sneha."
"I'll just sit here Iswarya" moving to the first desk.
"I said stand in front of the desk" Iswarya said in a very firm tone.
Sneha moved to stand in front of the student sitting behind her desk and holding
all the cards. This was not a comfortable situation at all for the teacher.
"Do you like teaching here?"
"Yes, Iswarya I like teaching here very much"
"Does your husband know about these pictures?"
"No".
"Would you like your family to see these?" said Iswarya holding up the pictures.
"No" Sneha answered as she began to shake realizing she was in a very vulnerable position.
"Well, Mrs. Sneha. I've just outlined three reasons why you should carefully consider what I am about to offer you. From this moment until I say otherwise you will do everything, and I mean everything, I tell you to do. If you refuse or do not obey my every command guess what? No job, no hubby and one very humiliated teenager."
"What do you want Iswarya?" asked Sneha with a trembling voice.
"You" replied Iswarya calmly. "I want to own you. I want you to obey everything and anything I tell you immediately without question. If you refuse at any time or do not please me, the magazine will be distributed all over the school and copies sent to your husband and his bosses. If you do agree we will keep this our secret."
Sneha's knees became weak. She couldn't allow those pictures to be made public.
She thought those were behind her. She hadn't even thought about them for a long time. What was she going to do?
"Am I making myself clear Mrs. Sneha."
"I don't understand" whispered Sneha, hoping to find a way out of this situation.
"I'm your teacher, you can't treat me this way."
"It is very simple Mrs. Sneha. If you don't do everything I tell you, you won't
be anybody's teacher, wife or mother. Understand Mrs. Sneha."
"And how long does this blackmail last?"
"As long as I want it to Mrs. Sneha. Enough talk. Stand up straight Mrs. Sneha. Hands at your side. Look straight ahead and don't move. Don't say anything." ordered Iswarya.
Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to anger her demanding student, Sneha stood at attention.
Iswarya moved around the desk and slowly circled the trembling teacher. Man this is going to be some senior year, she thought. "You understand to refuse me anything and you are ruined", Iswarya said as she stared into her English teacher's teary eyes.
"Yes Iswarya." She didn't know what else to do. She was trapped by her past and couldn't ruin her future. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
"Ms. Menon to you"
"Yes Ms. Menon I understand."
Iswarya moved back behind the teacher desk sitting in the teacher's chair. "Unbutton your blouse Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha hesitated. "Please don't do this Iswarya," she pleaded.
Jumping up Iswarya came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard on the cheek.
"Ms. Menon to you, bitch. DO it NOW"
Sneha was frozen in her spot. She couldn't move.
"Ok, the pictures will be distributed to everyone by Monday" Iswarya turned and headed for the door.
"Wait" shouted Sneha.
Iswarya paused and turned to face the frightened teacher. "Yes".
"Please Iswarya don't do this. I'll give you money. Please." begged the sobbing teacher.
"Good bye Mrs. Sneha." said Iswarya as she calmly turned to the door.
"Please Iswarya, Ms. Menon, I'll do it. Please don't leave." screamed the panicked teacher.
Iswarya stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher. "Well?"
Sneha's hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse from the neck down. Her face was red and tear streaked.
"Take it off" demanded Iswarya as she moved back to the desk.
Sneha removed her blouse and placed it on the desk. She stood before her student with her blouse off wondering how far this would go.
"Now the bra Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha reached behind her back and opened the clasp on her bra. She allowed the straps to slowly slide down her arms as her firm 35c breasts came into view.
As she moved to place the bra on the desk with her blouse Iswarya told her "Put it in the garbage you won't be needing it anymore."
Naked to the waist the cowering teacher stood before her student. She was beyond further embarrassment. How did she let herself get in this position? Why had I posed for those pictures in college?
"Now Mrs. Sneha. I want your skirt on the desk"
Without thinking Sneha opened her skirt and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and placed in on the desk next to her blouse.
"Well Mrs. Sneha. I see we are going to have to improve your undergarment selection. Get those ugly panties and pantyhose off this instant."
Stung by the harsh words of her student Sneha removed her panties and pantyhose.
"In the garbage."
The once demanding senior English teacher now stood naked in her classroom before her 22 year old student. She saw no way out of this situation. What will be next she wondered?"
"Back at attention Mrs. Sneha. Hands at your sides." Iswarya came around the desk in front of the frightened teacher. She reaches out and pinches the teacher's nipples.
"Kind of stiff Mrs. Sneha. Do you like this?"
Sneha remained silent. She felt some excitement at this treatment but she could never admit it.
Iswarya pinched harder on her swollen nipples until Mrs. Sneha. groaned, "Answer me Mrs. Sneha."
"No I don't like this." Sneha lied. Well she didn't like it but she was unexplainable excited by it.
Iswarya abruptly released Mrs. Sneha.'s nipples. "I think you are lying to me and you will be punished for that. I understand from your family that your husband is out of town and so I have you all to myself this weekend."
A shiver went through Sneha as Iswarya's word sank into her numb brain.
"I will be spending the weekend at your house Mrs. Sneha. By Monday you should fully understand my requirements. Put your skirt, blouse and shoes on Mrs. Sneha. Leave the top two buttons open on your blouse."
Sneha almost felt more naked dress this way. Her breasts while firm still moved under her thin blouse. Her nipples threatened to poke twin holes in the material.
She had never been out of her house without panties and the air moving over her damp pussy made her feel very naked.
"Let's go to your place Mrs. Sneha. Leave the panties, bra and pantyhose in the trash for Bubba the janitor. Bring your paddle home with you."
Sneha had never used the paddle but she kept one. It was two feet long made of shiny hard wood.
The two moved to the door to begin their adventure.
To Be Continued
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SuperbChapter 1 - The Big Revelation
Mrs. Sneha Prasanna sat at her desk checking the senior English compositions her class had turned in today. While school had been dismissed about twenty minutes ago, she was in no hurry to get home. Her husband was off on yet another business trip and her daughter, Amy, was attending a camp retreat for the weekend.
Sneha had been married to Prasanna for ten years. Since he got his last promotion, he has been required to go on extended business trips. The longest was two months and this trip could well be longer. Amy had just had her thirteenth birthday and with all her involvement in activities at school and church she was rarely home. So, Sneha had quite a bit of free time and had no pressing commitments. She planned to finish up these papers and head to the gym for her daily workout on the way home. At Thirty-five she worked very hard to keep in shape. At 5'7" and 53kgs she was proud of her body, no sagging, firm legs and tight tummy to go with her firm 35-inch bust.
Sneha was startled out her daydream by a knock at her classroom door. Looking up she saw Iswarya Menon, one of her senior honour’s English students. Iswarya was a very bright student. At eighteen she had a well-developed body and a rather arrogant attitude. She was sort of a loner and despite her beauty she didn't have a boyfriend or any friends for that matter.
"Come in Iswarya. I haven't finished grading the compositions yet."
"That's not why I'm here Mrs. Sneha. I have something I want to show you."
"Sure. What do you have?"
Iswarya reached into her bag and took out an old magazine. Sneha's heart stopped as she immediately recognized the magazine. It was "Hustler" July, 2005. She had always hoped that no one would discover her old secret.
Iswarya flipped open the magazine and there all over a four-page spread was her senior English teacher showing all her well put together charms. Sneha had posed in college for some very much needed money and had hoped that they would remain in her past. "I was cleaning out an old trunk of my dad in the attic and look at what I found."
Sneha tried to gather her wits and replied, "That was a long time ago Iswarya and I am not proud of it but at the time I was desperate for money to finish college. Let me have that so I can throw it away and keep it in my past."
Iswarya pulled back the magazine. "I don't think so Mrs. Sneha. We need to have a little talk. Close the door."
Sneha got up and closed the door, anxious to get this taken care of as soon as possible. "Lock it"., Iswarya said as she took Mrs. Sneha. seat behind her desk.
As soon as the door was closed and locked Sneha turned and seeing Iswarya in her chair moved to a desk in the first row of student seats. She saw a look on Iswarya's face that was not at all encouraging.
" Stand in front of the desk Mrs. Sneha."
"I'll just sit here Iswarya" moving to the first desk.
"I said stand in front of the desk" Iswarya said in a very firm tone.
Sneha moved to stand in front of the student sitting behind her desk and holding
all the cards. This was not a comfortable situation at all for the teacher.
"Do you like teaching here?"
"Yes, Iswarya I like teaching here very much"
"Does your husband know about these pictures?"
"No".
"Would you like your family to see these?" said Iswarya holding up the pictures.
"No" Sneha answered as she began to shake realizing she was in a very vulnerable position.
"Well, Mrs. Sneha. I've just outlined three reasons why you should carefully consider what I am about to offer you. From this moment until I say otherwise you will do everything, and I mean everything, I tell you to do. If you refuse or do not obey my every command guess what? No job, no hubby and one very humiliated teenager."
"What do you want Iswarya?" asked Sneha with a trembling voice.
"You" replied Iswarya calmly. "I want to own you. I want you to obey everything and anything I tell you immediately without question. If you refuse at any time or do not please me, the magazine will be distributed all over the school and copies sent to your husband and his bosses. If you do agree we will keep this our secret."
Sneha's knees became weak. She couldn't allow those pictures to be made public.
She thought those were behind her. She hadn't even thought about them for a long time. What was she going to do?
"Am I making myself clear Mrs. Sneha."
"I don't understand" whispered Sneha, hoping to find a way out of this situation.
"I'm your teacher, you can't treat me this way."
"It is very simple Mrs. Sneha. If you don't do everything I tell you, you won't
be anybody's teacher, wife or mother. Understand Mrs. Sneha."
"And how long does this blackmail last?"
"As long as I want it to Mrs. Sneha. Enough talk. Stand up straight Mrs. Sneha. Hands at your side. Look straight ahead and don't move. Don't say anything." ordered Iswarya.
Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to anger her demanding student, Sneha stood at attention.
Iswarya moved around the desk and slowly circled the trembling teacher. Man this is going to be some senior year, she thought. "You understand to refuse me anything and you are ruined", Iswarya said as she stared into her English teacher's teary eyes.
"Yes Iswarya." She didn't know what else to do. She was trapped by her past and couldn't ruin her future. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
"Ms. Menon to you"
"Yes Ms. Menon I understand."
Iswarya moved back behind the teacher desk sitting in the teacher's chair. "Unbutton your blouse Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha hesitated. "Please don't do this Iswarya," she pleaded.
Jumping up Iswarya came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard on the cheek.
"Ms. Menon to you, bitch. DO it NOW"
Sneha was frozen in her spot. She couldn't move.
"Ok, the pictures will be distributed to everyone by Monday" Iswarya turned and headed for the door.
"Wait" shouted Sneha.
Iswarya paused and turned to face the frightened teacher. "Yes".
"Please Iswarya don't do this. I'll give you money. Please." begged the sobbing teacher.
"Good bye Mrs. Sneha." said Iswarya as she calmly turned to the door.
"Please Iswarya, Ms. Menon, I'll do it. Please don't leave." screamed the panicked teacher.
Iswarya stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher. "Well?"
Sneha's hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse from the neck down. Her face was red and tear streaked.
"Take it off" demanded Iswarya as she moved back to the desk.
Sneha removed her blouse and placed it on the desk. She stood before her student with her blouse off wondering how far this would go.
"Now the bra Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha reached behind her back and opened the clasp on her bra. She allowed the straps to slowly slide down her arms as her firm 35c breasts came into view.
As she moved to place the bra on the desk with her blouse Iswarya told her "Put it in the garbage you won't be needing it anymore."
Naked to the waist the cowering teacher stood before her student. She was beyond further embarrassment. How did she let herself get in this position? Why had I posed for those pictures in college?
"Now Mrs. Sneha. I want your skirt on the desk"
Without thinking Sneha opened her skirt and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and placed in on the desk next to her blouse.
"Well Mrs. Sneha. I see we are going to have to improve your undergarment selection. Get those ugly panties and pantyhose off this instant."
Stung by the harsh words of her student Sneha removed her panties and pantyhose.
"In the garbage."
The once demanding senior English teacher now stood naked in her classroom before her 22 year old student. She saw no way out of this situation. What will be next she wondered?"
"Back at attention Mrs. Sneha. Hands at your sides." Iswarya came around the desk in front of the frightened teacher. She reaches out and pinches the teacher's nipples.
"Kind of stiff Mrs. Sneha. Do you like this?"
Sneha remained silent. She felt some excitement at this treatment but she could never admit it.
Iswarya pinched harder on her swollen nipples until Mrs. Sneha. groaned, "Answer me Mrs. Sneha."
"No I don't like this." Sneha lied. Well she didn't like it but she was unexplainable excited by it.
Iswarya abruptly released Mrs. Sneha.'s nipples. "I think you are lying to me and you will be punished for that. I understand from your family that your husband is out of town and so I have you all to myself this weekend."
A shiver went through Sneha as Iswarya's word sank into her numb brain.
"I will be spending the weekend at your house Mrs. Sneha. By Monday you should fully understand my requirements. Put your skirt, blouse and shoes on Mrs. Sneha. Leave the top two buttons open on your blouse."
Sneha almost felt more naked dress this way. Her breasts while firm still moved under her thin blouse. Her nipples threatened to poke twin holes in the material.
She had never been out of her house without panties and the air moving over her damp pussy made her feel very naked.
"Let's go to your place Mrs. Sneha. Leave the panties, bra and pantyhose in the trash for Bubba the janitor. Bring your paddle home with you."
Sneha had never used the paddle but she kept one. It was two feet long made of shiny hard wood.
The two moved to the door to begin their adventure.
To Be Continued
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Chapter 2 - The Chocolate Frosty
When Iswarya got to the door she turned and told Sneha, "Follow two steps behind and act normal."
How could she act normal? Her nipples were rubbing on her blouse with every step, her pussy was bare under her skirt and much to her dismay, becoming moister by the minute. With the buttons open as Iswarya had ordered she was showing more cleavage than she felt was acceptable. "Yes Ms. Menon," she replied.
Iswarya opened the door and lead the defeated teacher through the halls of the school into the parking lot. Mrs. Sneha’s car was parked in the middle of the now almost empty lot. "Give me the keys," demanded Iswarya.
Iswarya climbed behind the wheel and Sneha got into the passenger side. "Slide your skirt up Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha slides her skirt up to mid-thigh.
"Higher."
Sneha slides her skirt higher so that it barely covered her very moist pussy.
Iswarya started the car and began driving toward Mrs. Sneha's house about 20 minutes away. "We have to make one stop at Walmart on the way home"
Sneha heart sank as she prayed Iswarya would not make her go into the store with her breasts free and pussy bare.
"Tell me Mrs. Sneha., what sort of sex toys do you have at home?"
Sneha couldn't believe her student had asked her this. "I have a vibrator Ms. Menon"
"Anything else?"
"That's all Ms. Menon."
Iswarya pulled the car into the Walmart parking lot. This was a super Walmart with a grocery store as well as the department store. "Let’s go Mrs. Sneha. we have some shopping to do. Remember two steps behind."
Sneha slides her skirt down her legs and climbed out of the car. The air was chilly which added to the hardening of her nipples. Iswarya didn't allow her to put on her jacket. She moved quickly to follow the young athletic student across the lot.
"Do you have cash or credit cards with you Mrs. Sneha.?"
"Yes Iswarya, I have both."
Iswarya stopped in her tracks and turned to the teacher. "What did you call me?"
"Is... I’m sorry Ms. Menon."
"Open another button."
"Please Ms. Menon. I'm sorry."
"Do you want it to be two more buttons?"
"No!" answered Sneha as she opened the third button on her blouse. If she moved too quickly, she knew she would expose her bare breast. She knew she would have to move carefully.
"Get a cart Mrs. Sneha." ordered Iswarya as they entered the store.
Sneha did as ordered and followed Iswarya through the store to the pet department. "Let’s get a collar for my new pet. Try this one on," said Iswarya handing Sneha a white dog collar with rhinestones on it.
"Here???"
"Mrs. Sneha. I do not like to repeat myself. If you don't want to do what I tell you, you can go home and I will see that the pictures are distributed by Monday. Now try on the collar."
Looking around Sneha quickly placed the collar around her neck. "It fits Ms. Menon."
"Let’s be sure...buckle it."
Sneha buckled the collar around her neck. It did fit.
"Now a leash said Iswarya. Reach up and get the red one Mrs. Sneha."
Sneha reached up to remove the collar before anyone saw her.
Iswarya smacked her hands. "Leave it on."
Sneha reached up with her stinging hand to get the leash. She realized stretching up made her bare breasts pop out of her opened blouse. Reaching down with one hand and closing her blouse while reaching up for the leash got her another smack on the hand. "Do not touch that blouse Mrs. Sneha."
Iswarya clipped the leash to the white collar. "Looks very nice. Put them in the basket." said Iswarya as she moved off.
Sneha struggled to get the collar off and follow Iswarya without anyone seeing her and without Iswarya getting angry because she was too far behind.
Iswarya moved to the hardware department and placed two, 4 foot long 1" dowel rods into the cart along with a package of eye screws and fifty feet of clothes line.
Then to the grocery section where Iswarya placed three cucumbers, a bag of carrots, a container of chili powder and a box of popsicle into the cart.
Sneha was getting more and more nervous as she looked over the contents of the cart.
"One more stop" said Iswarya as she moved off to the housewares section. Here she placed a package of clothes pins in the cart along with four 12" taper candles and two large chip bag clamps.
"I'll meet you at the car," said Iswarya leaving Sneha standing there. "Don't be long."
Sneha went to the check out. While all of the items individually were innocent, Sneha was very embarrassed because she knew they were all to be used in some way on her. She was also very aware of the display she was making with her blouse open as it was. She paid with a red face, unbelievably soaked pussy and swollen nipples.
Sneha put the items in the trunk and climbed into the car. "Skirt." said Iswarya.
Sneha quickly slide her skirt up to barely below her pussy as before.
"Let’s stop for dinner," said Iswarya. "What are you hungry for?"
"I'm not hungry."
Slap. "Ms. Menon!!!!!!!"
"Ow...... Sorry Ms. Menon."
"Slide your skirt up further. You must understand you will lose something every time you fail to please me. And of course, you know what happens if you totally refuse to obey." Iswarya drove out of the parking lot as Sneha slide her skirt up higher so that her pussy was exposed. Her face was beet red. She felt like a child being punished for being bad.
Sneha rode in silence as Iswarya drove toward her house. She knew she was lost but she had no other choice. She began to panic as Iswarya pulled into Wendy's drive through line.
"Don't touch that skirt Mrs. Sneha. What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing Ms. Menon."
The humiliated teacher shrank into her seat as Iswarya ordered a chicken sandwich, fries, and two chocolate-frosty. When they got to the window to pay Iswarya reached her hand to Mrs. Sneha. for money. Mrs. Sneha. quickly dug in her purse and handed Iswarya money hoping they didn't recognize her. Since it was getting dark the clerk really couldn't see anything but Sneha almost died when she said, "Hi Mrs. Prasanna."
The clerk knew the car.
"Hi", responded Sneha as she wanted to crawl under the seat.
Iswarya pulled into the lot and parked in a dark corner and began to eat her sandwich. "Open your blouse all the way Mrs. Sneha."
With slight hesitation the Sneha opened her blouse and exposed her bare breasts. "While I eat my dinner, I want you to entertain me by coating your breasts with this chocolate frosty. Be careful not to get any on your beautiful blouse."
The humiliated teacher sat in the Wendy's parking lot, Blouse open and breasts bared with her senior English student and rubbed the ice-cold chocolate frosty all over her breasts. Sneha wanted to please the teen because she had demonstrated her progressive discipline plan. The freezing milkshake caused her nipples to harden to the point of being painful. “Put some on your pussy too."
The teachers’ fingers dipped into the frosty and she smeared it all over her pussy. "Inside too Mrs. Sneha."
Her breath began to come in short gasps as the cold frosty stimulated her hot pussy. Her fingers had a mind of their own. This went on for fifteen minutes while Iswarya calmly ate her dinner and the teacher played with herself and became hotter and hotter much to her dismay.
Just as she was approaching her peak thankfully Iswarya told her to stop and lick her fingers clean. "Don't touch anything" ordered Iswarya as she started the car.
Sneha sat there bare to the waist with her pussy now clearly visible and everything was sticky. She was sucking her fingers clean as ordered by her student. The taste of pussy and chocolate frosty almost made her throw-up. She was thankful she was had not orgasmed in front of her student in such a humiliating way but she had a fire in her pussy that wanted to be satisfied.
They turned up into Sneha's driveway. Her house was set back from the road on a secluded lot. The back yard was surrounded by a high wooden fence and there was little traffic on the road.
Parking in front of the garage Iswarya said, " Bring in the stuff and meet me in the bathroom Mrs. Sneha. You're a mess.
To Be Continued
Not a complaint..! Please take it as request.A Slave to my Student - Featuring Slave Sneha and Mistress Iswarya Menon
Synopsis and Disclaimer:
This is a story which is derived from other stories on the web, this is a work of fiction and has hard core sexual activities. Story Code: F/f, F+/f, M/f, M+/f
Iswarya Menon as Mistress may not be opt. some one like pooja will be better choice.
Hmm, that is correct only, but I wanted to have a write a seprate story on Pooja hence avoided her. Also I did not want anyone too young. So I thought Menon would be okayish and it would show another image of her. If u have any other suggestion, please do let me know, I will try to make those changes.Not a complaint..! Please take it as request.
Iswarya Menon as Mistress may not be opt. some one like pooja will be better choice.
Keep going..