This story is just a fiction and has nothing to do with real life.
I am a woman working as a fellow in agricultural university. I am presently working on sugar quality improvement. I really work hard on it. I am very much mentally harassed working on such projects. We do not have enough instruments when working on such projects, moreover we get very less of money from our projects and that too in a very short period. My age is around 30 and I am living in a quarter.
I have four lesbian slaves for overcoming mental stress. In this region poverty is rampant. I very easily get such slaves in very small amount. I have bought them from their parents. They are only source of relief for me. They are the cheapest way to get mental relief.
Now I am going to describe their dress. They are my property, so they dresses according to my wishes. They wear sarees along with blouse and petty coat. I also give them bra to keep their breast in good shape for me to enjoy. The put vermilion on the parting of hair mid of forehead, a sign of my slavery and longevity of my my life according to our custom. They wear nose ring in left pierced nose touching the lips and a chain attached to it at the back of hair. Their hair tied in pony tail. Their wrist covered with bangles and ankle with anklets. They also have golden necklaces in their necks. They always are to look beautiful.