By that time when they were in the toilet I had wiped the thick semen off my mouth and nose and tried to look normal though still was having a racing heart beat and as I tried to get off from the bed, Deepak intervened.

Deepak: Madam, madam, what are you doing?

I was rather surprised at his voice and looked up at him.

Me: Why? What happened?

Deepak: You have just got back your senses Madam. Have you forgotten that for the last 15 to 20 minutes you had been unconscious?

I had to stop as I momentarily forgot that I was pretending to have fainted so long and I could not just get up and start walking normally.

Deepak: My mami also once tried to act smart and within moments fell down and cut her forehead. Surely you won’t like a repeat show here.

Master-ji: Deepak is speaking sense Madam.

I looked at Master-ji with angry eyes, as he very well knew that I was pretending to have a fainting spell, but could not express anything in front of Deepak.

Deepak: Madam, let me hold you and then you try to walk.

I had to agree to his proposal and he readily came forward and held me by my arm and waist. I also pretended that I was feeling a bit dizzy still so that it appeared real to him. I could feel his touches on my waist and I could realize as a female that it was not just helping, he was ‘feeling’ me. Frankly, I was feeling abnormally uncomfortable with my completely soaked panty and my vaginal juice trickling down my thighs within my petticoat. Hence I deliberately took small steps and walked towards the toilet.

Me: Wait, wait. I need to change my pan… I mean err. I need to take the tow… towel.

There was one towel inside the cupboard I knew and hence thought would take a fresh panty along with it so that it does not look too indecent holding only the panty in my hand while going to the toilet. Deepak was constantly holding my hand and waist as I walked or talked. I could now feel Deepak’s grip on my waist was getting firmer. I thought I should not blame this young boy for that, as what he saw in front of his eyes was too erotic, of course, courtesy Master-ji.

As I stooped to get my towel and panty from the cupboard, Deepak released my hand and instead put that also on my waist. So, now both his hands were on my waist over my sari. I of course did not want to allow this man to touch me freely. But the situation was such that I felt like a whore and now after Master-ji, it was this young man’s turn to touch me! I took my things as quickly as possible and went ahead for the bathroom and wanted to get rid off him.

Me: Deepak, I think I am quite okay now. You can release me.

Deepak: No, no Madam. I still vividly remember my mami with a bleeding forehead. That day she also insisted that she could do her things on her own, but resulted in a fall.

Who will make this idiot believe that I was not a patient who had frequent dizziness spells! I had to somewhat surrender to him because afterall his concern for me was genuine, as he had seen his mami suffer, which he was telling time and again.

Me: Okay. So what do you want?

Deepak: Madam, please do not take any chances. I will help you to sit on the floor and will close the door and you call me once you finish your…

Naturally my eyelids lowered to his proposal, but I had no other choice. I just nodded my head in affirmation. As I sat on the toilet floor Deepak held my arms and back and helped me to sit there. It was so awkward for me to sit like that in front of a male and in that posture and the upper portion of my firm boobs were now on display for him. I looked up at him from my squatting posture only to find his eyes looking deep down my blouse. Natural. Which male would miss this chance, I thought!

Me: Thanks. Now you can close the door.

Deepak: Madam, please don’t try to get up on your own. Call me.

I must have been looking absolutely hopeless sitting like that before a man in the toilet without even my sari on my body.

Me: Okay, okay. Now go.

I was getting impatient and was almost on the verge of pissing too! Deepak left the toilet and closed the door behind him. I looked back from my squatting position to see if he had closed the door properly or not.

Oh! My God! The door was half open, but I surely got the noise that he closed it behind him!

Deepak: Madam, this door has a problem. It’s not remaining closed without the bolt. What to do? Let it be like this?

Me: What? I mean… how can that be?

Deepak: I will not come inside till you call. You are safe Madam.

He was offering me to pee with the toilet door open!

Me: No way. Let me close the door.

Deepak pushed the door and was immediately within the toilet again.

Deepak: Madam, don’t get excited or try to get up on your own.

He gently held my shoulders to ensure that I remained in my crouching position and did not get up. As I looked up again at him, I found his shinning eyes looking directly down my blouse and I noted my bra cups were also visible from that vertical angle. I felt like being molested through his eyes.

Deepak: Okay Madam. Let me do one thing. I will hold on to the door in closed position and when you are done, just call me in.

Me: Hmm. Okay, but…

Deepak: Madam, you keep an eye on the door, bas?

I smiled helplessly and Deepak went outside the toilet again closing the door and this time he went outside holding the handle of the door and stood there so that it remained locked.

Deepak: You can go ahead Madam. I am holding the door so that it doesn’t get opened.

I reluctantly said “Okay”.

This was one of the most awkward situations that I had faced in my life. I had to urinate pulling up my dress when I know a male was standing at my toilet door. I immediately got up from my squatting stance and tiptoed to the toilet door to see whether it was properly closed or not. I felt secured when I found that it was properly blocked. I went back to the drain hole and lifted up my petticoat to pull down my panty first. I had to struggle to get rid of my panty, as it was completely wet, and it was getting stuck in my round thighs, but somehow I managed to remove it and instantly sat down to urinate. The hissing sound started and I was feeling so relieved! I waited for the last drops to trickle off my hole and then got up. I was still holding my petticoat bunched up at my waist and hence my butt cheeks and love spot were open.

Me: Aaaaaaaah!

It felt so good. I closed my eyes for a moment. But then only remembering that Deepak was at the toilet door and quickly took my fresh panty and started wearing it. I tried to be as silent as possible while wearing the panty so that Deepak did not find anything fishy inside. I did not even water my urination in fear that Deepak might come in thinking that I stood up on my own.

Deepak: Madam, are you through?

I quickly squatted back to my old position as if I was urinating and replied him positively. I heard the door opening and Deepak entering into the toilet.

Deepak: Okay Madam, I am holding you. You stand up.

I pretended that I was somewhat weak still and stood up. Deepak craftily brushed the sides of my boobs with his hands as he lifted me up. I could not stop him doing that due to my compromising state, but made sure that he did not go beyond the limit. I washed my face and hands and Deepak was still holding me by my waist, and in spite of me being cautious, I could feel his fingers sliding down my waist as I splashed my face with water. I had to cut short my washings and was ready to walk out of the toilet. I wondered what Master-ji would have been doing all this time while was in the toilet.

Deepak: Madam, this disease is very bad especially for grownup ladies.

I could not figure out why he was stating that and casually asked the reason. I was taking small steps so that the continuity of my acting was there in front of Deepak.

Me: Why do you say that?

Deepak: Madam, today you were lucky that you got fainted in front of us, but imagine if you fainted in front of unknown people. Did you ever faint in public?

I was ‘lucky’? I was tongue-tied hearing that! I got mouth fucked by my tailor and my boobs got hand pressed more number of times than what my husband does in one love session and what does this guy say? ‘I was lucky’! I smiled and sighed within myself.

Me: I do not get this fainting spell often. It’s very rare for me. Today was an exception.

Master-ji: Madam, we are getting late. I still have to take your other measurements.

Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam needs a bit of rest and then you can start again.

“Start again”? What does that idiot mean? But I liked Deepak’s idea of giving me a respite, as honestly I needed some.

Master-ji: Okay then, you sit and take rest on bed, while I will do the necessary cuttings of your blouse piece.

Me: Thanks Master-ji.

Deepak was still supporting me and made me sit on the bed. I was still roaming about in the room in front of two males virtually like a prostitute wearing only my petticoat and blouse. Honestly I was getting used to it!

Deepak: Madam, you are blessed that you do not have this acute disease. The women who have it suffer a lot.

Me: Not only women Deepak, anyone having these fainting spells are bound to suffer.

Deepak: True Madam, but after seeing my mami’s case, I am convinced that women experience greater trouble.

Me: Why? What happened to your mami?

Deepak: I will tell you. Master-ji, you have seen her. She came here in last Diwali. Very fair and on the bulkier side, stammered a bit while…

Master-ji: Hmm. Hmm. I remember. She has two kids.

Deepak: Right you are. You will not find any abnormality in her Madam – perfectly all right. But God has cursed her with this ominous disease.

Me: Very sad.

Deepak started narrating the story of his mami…

Deepak's story

It happened four to five years ago when I went to our native place. I had just entered my teenage years. That day after taking her bath mami told me to accompany me to her neighbor’s place to give them some sweet dishes. I was carrying the sweets. I knew them, they were a Muslim family.

Mami: Aslam bhai, is Sakina there?

Aslam chacha: No bhabie. She has gone to her friend’s place. Even Salma is not here.

Salma was their daughter.

Mami: Oho! Actually I had prepared some sweets for you all.

Aslam chacha: Wah! So nice of you bhabie. You can keep that in the kitchen if you like.

Mami: Yes, that would be fine. Deepak come with me.

I accompanied mami to their kitchen. Aslam chacha escorted us. And all of a sudden mami started feeling dizzy. Luckily she caught the kitchen door, but within moments was senseless. Fortunately Aslam chacha was very near mami and he caught hold of her before she fell on the floor. Mami’s figure was heavy and bulky and it was rather strenuous for Aslam chacha to hold her as she abruptly dropped to the ground.

Mami’s massive stature was lying on the floor and Aslam chacha and myself was speechless for a moment in that situation. I also got a bit scared seeing mami in that condition. I was 2-3 years younger and also immature at that time.

Aslam chacha: I know that bhabie has this disease, but today I am seeing it for the first time. Where is Bansi?

Bansi was the name of my mama.

Me: He has gone to the town in the morning and will return in the afternoon.

Aslam chacha went near mami’s mouth and checked her breath there and also checked her pulses and I did not know for what reason shook his head affirmatively.

Aslam chacha: How long does she faint generally? Do you know?

I was thoroughly surprised by this question. Instead of trying to get her back to senses, he was inquiring this!

Me: I had seen her twice to be fainted at home. She was brought back to senses in 15-20 minutes.

Aslam chacha: Hmm. I have little time then.

I was puzzled by his query and reactions and could not understand why was he not trying to get my mami back to consciousness.

Me: Shall I apply some water on her face?

Aslam chacha: No, no! You brat! You want to spoil the opportunity Allah has provided me!

I was getting more puzzled by his response and probably seeing my face reaction he tried to explain me now.

Aslam chacha: Don’t worry lad. You mami will soon get up. But I will show you a better way to get her back to senses without applying water, etc.

I was curious and anxious too.

Me: How chacha?

Aslam chacha: Then do one thing, close the door there first.

He pointed to the outside door and I promptly went to close it. Now we were only three persons in that house – Aslam chacha, mami, and me. When I came back I was shocked to see that Aslam chacha had already opened his shirt and lungi and was only wearing his underwear.

Aslam chacha: Why are you standing like a stupid? Open your shirt and pant like me.

I was a bit taken aback, but since he was an elderly person obeyed him. I opened my shirt quickly, but I had no shorts under my half-pant and was hesitating to open it.

Aslam chacha: What happened now? Open your pant.

Me: But…

Aslam chacha: You idiot fellow! Don’t you know your mami needs to feel your penis to get up?

Me: Is it?

I was now fully naked and Aslam chacha came near me and held my small penis with his fingers.

Aslam chacha: But son, your mami will not get up if she feels such a small tool. Can you not get it bigger?

I now looked more puzzled and confused. It was not that I did not had a hard-on till then, but frankly was not fully aware why my penis got hardened at times. I understood that female anatomy has to do something to it, but was still not fully illuminated in this subject.

Aslam chacha: Okay, don’t worry. I will show you the way and you will soon see your mami getting back her senses.

I saw Aslam chacha was now removing the pallu off my mami’s breasts and started cupping her blouse-covered conical hillocks.

Aslam chacha: Aaah! What firmness! Even after two kids! And my Sakina, her mammaries are already so soft and sagging… I wish she was my wife re…

After a few squeezes, he started to open my mami’s blouse hooks. I was feeling very uncomfortable standing naked and seeing all this and within a blink of the eye Aslam chacha opened all the hooks of mami’s blouse and stretched the open end of her blouse to both sides making her papaya-like breasts visible to both of us.

Aslam chacha: Wow! What bombs she keeps under cover! Just see. See. Ripe apples for sale!

He readily started cupping and pressing my mami’s naked boobs and was passing remarks.

Aslam chacha: Uhhhhhhhh! So big, yet soooooo firm. Umm. Umm.

I myself was somewhat stunned seeing the size and beauty of my mami’s exposed breasts. In fact they looked more like two coconuts in Aslam chacha’s hands rather than apples. There was a large dark brownish patch at the center of each of her boobs and mami’s nipples were looking like two seasoned grapes.

Aslam chacha: Hey! Just look! Your mama has sucked her nipples so much that they have turned black! Lucky bastard!

Mami continued to lay on the floor motionless, but visibly she was breathing marginally heavy now as Aslam chacha was enthusiastically squashing her twin peaks with both hands in every way one can think of.

Aslam chacha: You motherfucker! Why are you just standing like an idiot? Jump here. You will never get a chance like this.

My immature mind was so baffled by the whole situation that I simply obeyed his orders and was unable to think anything by myself. Aslam chacha took away his hand off mami’s left breast and indicated me to touch that. I was initially having some hesitation to touch my own mami’s breasts, but he slapped me on my back and urged me to touch and press mami’s boob. In fact he indicated how to press them even!

I gripped my mami’s exposed boob and it felt so good to touch it. In fact that was the first time I was touching the breast of a grownup woman and as if electric shock passed when I pressed and cupped my mami’s very well developed naked mammary. The texture was so smooth and the flesh was so firm that automatically my eyes got closed. I could also feel the trivial skin dimpling on her areola portion and as mami’s nipple was touching the inside of my palm, I could realize my penis was getting harder and harder and gaining in elongation. Though naturally I was getting very excited overcoming my initial hesitancy, bit I was still having a reservation in my mind, as I was unable to completely write off that she was my “mami”.

Aslam chacha: Pump her more! Pump her more!

It was an unbelievable scene! My mami who was nearly 40 years of age lying in the kitchen with her sari pallu flowing on the ground, blouse hooks all open, her big coconut-like boobs completely exposed, and two males crouching near her abdomen pressing and massaging her juicy tits. She was still unconscious.

Aslam chacha: Why! My son? Are you getting good fun?

I was so engrossed in feeling the roundness and firmness of my mami’s naked boob that I did not care to respond.

Aslam chacha: Abbe Saale! I am talking to you.

I looked up now to him. My skin was heated and my breathing was heavy and hot.

Aslam chacha: What’s your plan? Keep some residue for your mama… ha ha ha huh.

He now released mami’s breast and also indicated me to follow him. Though I was reluctant, I moved away my hand off her round tits.

Aslam chacha: It’s how long that you have come to her place?

Me: Three days.

Aslam chacha: Have you seen what your mama and mami do at night?

Me: No.

Aslam chacha: I will show you now you motherfucker. I will show you.

Saying that, he practically pushed me off from my mami’s side and almost jumped over her bare breasts and started sucking my mami’s dark nipples, one at a time. In the pretext of doing that Aslam chacha was over her figure and was hugging her body with both hands in the lying position.

“Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk!”

Was the constant sound coming out of Aslam chacha’s mouth while he was sucking mami’s nipples very energetically.

Aslam chacha: You idiot! You will never realize now what fun I am getting sucking someone’s wife’s nipples. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! That too such a matured maal like your mami. Aha! What luck!

I was enjoying the show thoroughly, as my erect penis was nodding its head. I waited patiently for his next command. This sucking and hugging went on for another 2-3 minutes uninterruptedly.

Aslam chacha: Oh! Sala! I am so much heated up that I will burst now.

Saying that he quickly opened his brief and got completely naked like me. His lund was looking like a slender erect rod pointing at my mami’s body.

Aslam chacha: Okay. Now do a quick favor. Go there and lift up her legs and hold them in the air.

I could not apprehend what he wanted to do. As I tried to lift her legs, I could feel they were very stiff, probably as she was still fainted.

Me: I can’t lift. They are too stiff!

Aslam chacha: Oho! Move off. Let me see.

Saying that he picked her legs with some effort.

Aslam chacha: Abbe! Why are you standing idle?

Me: What… I mean what to do you didn’t mention.

Aslam chacha: You duffer! Lift the sari to her waist. Are you satisfied only seeing the boobs, who will see her choot? Your father?

He paused a moment slanging me.

Aslam chacha: What sort of rascal is this? Quick. Lift the sari. Uff! These legs are so heavy!

I quickly executed his order and started pulling up mami’s sari over her hairless legs, to her ankles. My hands were trembling now because I was now approaching her big plump thighs and further up. I continued pulling her sari and petticoat together across her very fair thighs and as Aslam chacha gave all his effort to raise her legs a little more, I was able to pull up everything till her waist exposing every inch of her lower half till her choot.

What a sight!

Myself and Aslam chacha both had our mouths open seeing her absolutely naked smooth and well-formed legs and thighs. What a beauty!

Aslam chacha: Oh! What a choot!

We both were looking intently at her bare choot, which was surrounded by a mini jungle of thick black curled pubic hairs. Aslam chacha immediately dropped down mami’s legs and crouched before her choot. Her sari and petticoat were bunched up on her stomach area thereby enabling an unrestricted view of her slit to both of us. This was the first time I was seeing a matured married woman’s choot fully uncovered. Aslam chacha started feeling the curls of her pubic hair with his fingers and was uttering all sorts of lewd sounds. Then he started feeling my mami’s entire slit and also poked his finger in her honey pot.

Aslam chacha: Uff! Saali randi. What a slit she keeps under the sari!

I was getting restless to touch my mami’s 40-year-old naked body lying on the floor and that’s what the doctor ordered, I mean Aslam chacha ordered.

Aslam chacha: You bastard! Do I need to tell you everything? Don’t you know if a woman is entertained here, she also needs some there?

I was mature enough to understand that ‘here’ means mami’s pussy and ‘there’ means her boobs. I readily nodded and jumped on my mami’s big bare tits and cupped her tight flesh in my palms and squeezed them at my free will. I noted Aslam chacha was vigorously fingering my senseless mami’s choot while I enjoyed the chance of my lifetime squashing the naked boobs of a 40-year old married woman. I felt mami’s body was very faintly responding to our touches and trembled marginally. I got scared because if she finds me in this state I did not know what would be my fate.

Me: Chacha, mami is moving faintly!

Aslam chacha: When? Where?

His face as if turned pale. He looked up at me with a question mark on his face.

Me: I felt she moved a bit when I was…

Aslam chacha: Hmm. She must have got heated and reacted. But is she getting back her senses?

Me: Bah! Thank God!

Aslam chacha: Come here once.

I took off my hand off mami’s firm globes and stood up and went to him. My hard penis was moving like a pendulum as I walked.

Slap!

I was stunned at his behavior of slapping me.

Aslam chacha: You bastard! Son of a bitch! Are you not enjoying your mami’s body? Then why are you praying that she come back to senses?

Me: Oh! But that was just a normal reaction.

Aslam chacha: Hang your reaction! Just get lost. I have little time now.

Saying that he virtually shifted me two feet away from my mami’s body and pointed his lund towards mami’s choot and tried to enter it in her hole. It was quite touch as mami’s body was lying motionless, but he managed to get his tool inside somehow and positioned himself on her body to fuck her.

Aslam chacha: What a big choot yaar! She can take three like me at a time. Randi saali…

He now started sucking mami’s lifeless lips and hugged her completely while his hips continued to gyrate slowly on her pubic region. I could realize he did not get much enjoyment in kissing mami’s lips as she was in the senseless state and quickly turned his focus on her most prominent assets, her boobs. He was ruthlessly cupping and mauling her naked globes and pinching and sucking her big blackish nipples. He was licking her areolas time and again making them moistened with his saliva. His hip movement was gaining speed and very soon his gas seemed to dry up and he lay on my mami’s body like another senseless object. I was a bit puzzled. What happened to him now?

Me: Chacha, chacha! Are you okay?

He lifted his head after almost a minute or two, but I waited, as I did not want to irritate him and get another slap.

Aslam chacha: Inshallah! How can I be okay after tasting such a delicious fruit…

Me: Chacha! Mami is…

I almost shouted as I saw mami nodding her head slowly and uttering a slight moan.

Aslam chacha left her body like a flash and stood up. He indicated to immediately get dressed up and we were hurriedly wearing our clothes. Mami was still unconscious, but was probably getting to semi-sense once or twice abruptly. Aslam chacha quickly took a mop towel and cleaned up the thick fluid on the floor between her legs and also the discharge that was coming out of her bare choot.

Aslam chacha: How can she discharge so much being senseless. Amazing woman! Hey you, hold the towel on her choot, while I will hook up her blouse.

I saw, before buttoning all the hooks of my mami’s blouse, Aslam chacha pressed and squeezed her gorgeous boobs one last time, and he also placed her sari pallu on her blouse so that she looks decent! Now he quickly turned to me and indicated me to pull down her sari and cover her thighs and legs. But that was a very difficult job for me to do, as I was unable to pull out the sari bunch that was below mami’s heavy buttocks.

Me: Chacha, p. pl… please help…

Aslam chacha again articulated his choicest adjectives for me and I quietly digested them.

Aslam chacha: Just keep your mouth shut. She is getting back her senses.

He quickly came near me and almost whispered to me.

Aslam chacha: Roll her upside down. That’s the only way. She is too heavy to be lifted.

He then straightened mami’s legs as far as possible, but unfortunately her body was so stiff that he could not get that done.

Aslam chacha: Nah! Impossible. Just get her sari down on her legs from her waist.

I did that and with Aslam chacha also helping me, we were able to drag her sari and petticoat from below her huge gaand also covered her thighs and legs so that she looked decent. Then he brought a bowl of water and sprinkled that on her face and after some anxious moments mami got back her senses. As if Hammer was beating within my heart because I was fearing if mami would smell a rat, but fortunately she did not realize anything, at least at that moment.

I am not aware if she realized that she was actually fucked by her neighbor while she was in the senseless state. I only noted that she spent some extra time in the toilet after getting back home that day. I am also not aware if an extra marital relation evolved for my mami after that incident, but even today when I see my mami, her vivid exploitation in Aslam chacha’s hands haunts my mind, as I was the only witness…

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Anita Singh's story resumes

Deepak paused and there was almost pin drop silence in the room. My face, ears were all red and heated up listening to such a provocative story, that too from a young man’s mouth. My nipples inside my blouse were again getting hardened.

Master-ji: Enough of gossip and all. Let us now get along with the work Deepak. Madam, can we proceed?

Me: Yes Master-ji. Am ready.

Master-ji had finished cutting my blouse piece while doing markings on the cloth by that time and was again ready with the tape. Deepak also gladly took the notebook to write down my dress measurement figures as will be dictated by Master-ji. I stood up and walked to my previous position under the light.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, let's talk about your Maha-yagya skirt now.

Master-ji said the words so casually that my heart almost skipped a beat, as I very well realized that his hands would now be tracing my thighs and legs. Moreover, the encounter I had in Mr. Yadav’s residence with their servant wearing Shilpa’s skirt gave me an immediate internal alarm. I closed my eyes for a while, but thought that I was much safer here being with the tailor, but that person in Mr. Yadav’s den was simply a beast trying to molest me.

Master-ji: Madam, as per Guru-ji’s specifications, your skirt will be a pleated skirt. I hope you know Madam whats the difference between a pleated skirt and a plain skirt?

Me: Yes, yes. Pleasted means it will have folds throughout the circumference of the skirt.

Master-ji: Absolutely. I have to made the folds on the cloth by doubling the material upon itself and then stitching it into place. Its only tiresome for me Madam.

He smiled and I also smiled back.

Master-ji: But Madam… I mean, you might not be very comfortable with the.. err…

I was a bit surprised seeing Master-ji stammering and honestly could not make out what he was trying to indicate that I would not be comfortable with. I looked questionably at him.

Master-ji: I mean the skirt is not the normal length Madam. It’s a bit short.

I gulped. I thought in my mind - ‘short’? How short? Knee-length?

Me: How sh… I mean how short Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, its… its like a miniskirt.

Me: What?

Master-ji: I knew you would have problems with that. Actually that’s why I was hesitating to say.

Me: Miniskirt! At this age? Impossible.

I could not believe it. I was nearly 30 years of age. Married. And considering my developed figure, if I wear a miniskirt I would look no better like a saucy girl!

Master-ji: Madam, don’t get so scared. It’s not that short as you are thinking.

Me: That’s what I am asking you Master-ji, how short?

Master-ji: The problem is I can’t say that like this. The specification for the length of the skirt is 12 inches. Now, as you can understand, it would depend on the height and figure of the lady…

Me: Hmm. Hmm. I can understand. But… 12 inches – that’s nothing!

I almost screamed.

Master-ji: Madam, madam. We really have little to do in this regard. No one can overrule Guru-ji directives.

Me: Yes, that I also know. But…

I was simply stunned. What does this man say? I will wear a 12-inch-length skirt! With my 34”+ hips! I was flabbergasted.

Master-ji: Madam, instead of wasting time on this topic, lets complete the measurement and I assure you that I will get the skirt fitting for you as decent as possible.

I tried to recover from it and prepared my mind to be ready to wear that tiny thing.

Me: I know you are talking sense Master-ji, but please understand… I am a housewife and have never worn such skirts in my whole life.

Master-ji: I can understand. Have faith on me and I will guide you so that you are somewhat comfortable with it.

Me: How Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, see, this skirt will not cover anything more than your intimate parts, but if you can remember certain key things, you can still look reasonable.

Me: Like?

Master-ji: Madam, look the basic problem with miniskirt is the constant exposure, but if you are constantly wearing it, you will no longer feel that shyness. Do you agree?

Me: Yes, mostly true.

Master-ji: Madam, its absolutely true! Just like now. You do not move about in your house like this, not wearing a sari, isn’t it? But here you are in this state for quite some time now, and you do not feel the same shyness when you first got out of your sari. Right Madam?

I nodded though lowered my eyes in natural shame, as Master-ji reminded me the fact that I was still standing in front of two males clad only in my blouse and petticoat.

Master-ji: Madam, it’s the same for the skirt also. But the key point that you need to remember is to avoid unwanted peeps inside your skirt from the people around you.

Me: Hmm.

I replied like a shameless creature.

Master-ji: Madam, sometimes miniskirts can lead to upskirt depending on the way you are sitting in front of others. For exapmle, you have to be very careful if you are walking up the stairs, you must keep your body as straight as possible so that the person following you do not easily get the view of your bottoms. But if you naturally stoop while climbing the stairs he will be able to see everything.

I was till then listening to Master-ji with my eyes fixed on his face, but hearing the last sentence I had to move my eyes elsewhere.

Me: Master-ji, I got your point.

I wanted to put a full stop on further explanation from this old man. I saw Deepak was slightly smiling, which actually made me feel more ashamed.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, then shall I proceed with my work?

Me: Yes.

Master-ji now came very near me looking down to my waist and upper thigh region. Though I had an almost full discharge minutes ago, I was again feeling the itch in my pussy anticipating Master-ji’s hands below my waist area. I was really unsure if I could take any more of his teasing hands, especially on my waist, thighs, and legs!

He now knelt in front of me and with one end of the tape pressed on my waist just above my petticoat, his hand moved down brushing the back of his fingers on my firm and marble-smooth thighs over my thin petticoat. I almost groaned and closed my eyes for that moment. Master-ji looked at his tape and marked the 12” mark as per Guru-ji’s specification for the Maha-yagya paridhan.

Master-ji: Madam, this much will be the length.

I could feel his fingers on my upper thigh region.

Me: Bas!

Automatically that word came out of my mouth, as I was so shocked to realize the length of my skirt.

Me: But Master-ji it’s… How can I wear such a thing?

Master-ji: But Madam, I told you it’s a miniskirt. You cannot expect that it will cover your full thighs, isn’t it Madam?

Me: Yes, that’s okay, but only this much? This is not even half of my thighs! It’s as well not wearing anything!

Master-ji: But Madam, what can I do? It has to be done as per the specs.

Deepak suddenly pulled out his voice. He was silent for sometime after completing his mami’s story.

Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam has a point. If the length of her skirt is so up her thigh where your finger is, imagine what will happen when she sits?

Master-ji: You know very well Deepak that I cannot alter the skirt length.

I felt very hopeless and helplessly looked at Deepak.

Deepak: There is a way Madam.

As if I sprang to life listening his words.

Me: What? Tell quickly boy.

Deepak now came forward to me. Master-ji was already touching me at my waist and upper thigh in a kneel-down position in front of me. Deepak straightaway touched me at my belly button where my petticoat was tied.

Deepak: Madam, do you always tie your petticoat here?

Me: Yes, err… I mean not always, but most of the time. Why?

Deepak: Master-ji has taken the length from here, but Madam, if you tie your skirt well down your waist, I think you can conceal a fair amount of your legs.

Master-ji: Hmm. Yes Madam, this can be done if you agree.

In fact there was no other way, but to agree to this assistant tailor’s proposal if I intended to save some dignity. I thought if I wear the skirt some inches below my navel it would cover additional inches of my big round thighs, which were so plump and fair that it would really be very uncomfortable for me to keep them constantly exposed, especially in front of males.

Master-ji: Madam, then… I think you should do a trial right now so that you are absolutely sure where to tie your skirt and how much it would cover you.

Deepak: Master-ji, also that way Madam can tell you if she needs any adjustment in the pleats so that she is comfortable.

Master-ji: Right, right. Pleats can also be adjusted Madam so that your skirt hem does not flutter too much.

This time I was truly impressed by the tailor and his apprentice’s approach. It seemed they sincerely intended to help me out in this embarrassing situation.

Me: Yes, this can be tried.

Master-ji: Deepak, then check my bag. I have brought a sample choli and skirt.

Deepak turned back and went ahead to search Master-ji’s bag.

Master-ji: Madam, I did not ask you to try the choli as it’s 28” size, which would never fit you. Actually it is a sample Maha-yagya paridhan, which I stitched three years back to get it approved by Guru-ji.

Me: O, I see.

Deepak came back with the skirt. In all actuality it looked so “mini”, especially for my heavy buttocks and matured thighs.

Master-ji took it from Deepak’s hand and checked the waistband of the skirt. I did not know what he checked.

Master-ji: Hmm. It’s all right. You can go ahead with it Madam.

Me: What about the waist?

That was a silly question to ask as anyone could see that there was an elastic band at the waistline of the skirt.

Master-ji: It’s free size Madam. 15 to 45 – any woman can wear it. Elastic waistband.

Me: Right. Right. I have noted that.

Saying that I took the skirt from his hand and my throat was already getting dry! It was such a scanty piece of cloth that I kept aside even the thought of covering 50% of my thighs and was seriously doubting whether my full ass will be properly covered or not!

Deepak and Master-ji’s eyes were as if glittering seeing me with that miniskirt in my hand because surely it would be some scene when I would actually wear it shedding my petticoat. I was about to proceed to the toilet, but stopped at Master-ji’s remark.

Master-ji: Madam, if you don’t mind you can change here only. No need to go to the toilet.

Me: What do you mean?

Master-ji: Madam, don’t take me otherwise. If you see carefully there is a hook at the waist of the skirt, which you can open. Then the skirt will become a one-piece cloth just like a towel. Then you can wrap it on your waist and simply untie your petticoat from below it.

I looked at the skirt. He was right, but I realized that performing this exercise of wrapping the skirt to my waist over my petticoat and then untying the latter from underneath the skirt would be somewhat tricky, especially in front of two males staring at me.

Me: Master-ji, I will be comfortable if I change it in the toilet.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, as you wish.

I went towards the toilet but could realize two pairs of eyes riveted on my swaying haunches as I walked.

Deepak: Madam, please be extra careful. You just have had that senseless episode.

Me: Yes. Thanks.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and stood in front of the large mirror. My heart was now in the actual sense racing. It was a peculiar and uncanny feeling I was experiencing, which was not fully of shyness, rather a thrill to get exposed! I had never in my life worn such a short skirt. I distinctly remember the skirt that I had to wear coming out of the toilet in front of that bastard in Mr. Yadav’s house was at least decently covering me till my knees, but this one in no way will save my dignity. I started opening the knot of my petticoat and readily it slipped down to my feet on the floor leaving my legs and thighs completely naked. I was breathing faster and my nipples were getting stiff and pressing on my bra cups.

As I looked at my exposed banana trunk like fair thighs my unusual passion to wear that tiny piece of cloth was rising! I checked the front of my panty in the mirror and fortunately there were no wet marks. I quickly opened the hook of the skirt and wrapped it on my waist over my panty and hooked it again. Though there was the elastic band, as I tied the hook, I felt rather tight at my waist. I looked up in the mirror to see how I was looking and was simply shocked.

Me: Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

My mouth opened wide as I uttered that expression. Every skin pore of my fair, banana trunk like thighs could be seen, which remain exposed below my skirt. I noticed the skirt ended only covering my upper thighs! It was so small that I could not do much even by stretching it down. The whole of my midriff was also bare making me look very, very sexy.

Surely this skirt was not meant to be worn in public, rather in front of any male. It was so short and teasing that it could only be worn absolutely privately or in the bedroom behind closed doors. Though for me also I had to wear it behind closed walls of the ashram, but in front of several males including Guru-ji. And in no way I could evade this situation of Maha-yagya. Hence I tried my best to make up my mind to be absolutely shameless keeping my focus intact on my actual goal. I thought if that’s achieved, I would not want anything from God ever. I tried to assure myself by saying that my husband would never know what I experienced here and I would never meet these people in my life once I am back to my residence.

I bent down and picked up my petticoat from the toilet floor and kept it on the hook and opened the latch to get out of the toilet. My heart was beating like drums as I was about to appear in front of two males clad in an almost nonexistent miniskirt. As I stepped back in the room I was greeted with a big “Wow” from young Deepak. I could not meet their eyes and had to lower my eyelids in natural shame knowing very well their eyes were feasting on my fair, marble-like smooth thighs.

Master-ji: Madam, you are looking like a goddess. You are looking very beautiful in this skirt.

I thought I should be grateful to Master-ji that he used the word “beautiful” for me instead of “sexy”! I smiled to myself and tried to behave normally wearing that micro-mini! I noticed Deepak’s jaw was more or less hanging as he stared lewdly at my naked banana-trunks. Master-ji’s eyes were pivoted to my broad pelvic area and thankfully the skirt was just long enough to cover that much.

Me: It’s very tight here. Master-ji, can you please check this?

I indicated my waistline and without delay the old man came forward to attend me. He stood very near to me and inserted his finger into the waistband of the skirt and started feeling how tight it was on my waist. Honestly my state was starting to get volatile wearing such a revealing dress in front of two males and as I began to get direct skin touches, my head began swimming again. Master-ji’s hand curved around the waistband of my skirt and he was checking the tightness pulling the elastic off my body. In the process he was leaning to my body almost. As he pulled the elastic waistband of the skirt off my skin, my heart immediately started beating like a drum again, as I could sense very well that Master-ji was now peeping into my white panty through the gap created. My ears started turning red automatically and my lips were drying up.

Master-ji: Yes Madam, you are right. The waist needs three quarter inch cloth extra to get a proper fitting. And I will also shift the hook half inch. Deepak, just note that.

Deepak: Okay Master-ji. Three quarter inch…. half inch. Okay.

Master-ji: But Madam do you tie your sari here?

Me: Why?

Master-ji: Actually I think you have tied the skirt a bit too high up.

Me: But I usually tie my sari at my navel, but I have tied the skirt down here.

I pointed out to Master-ji that I had tied the skirt at least an inch and half below my navel.

Master-ji: No, no Madam, you have to tie it still lower. Shall I fix it?

I knew very well that if he had to adjust my skirt, he would have to open the hook at my waist and lower the skirt. I swallowed my saliva at the very thought.

Me: O… Okay.

Master-ji’s fingers were swift enough to undo the skirt hook and as if almost my whole dignity lay in his hands as that small piece of cloth hung from his fingers. My tailor was now alarmingly close to me encircling his hands at my waist on the skirt and as was bending marginally, my big firm boobs brushed with his body once or twice making things more sensuous. He slid my skirt slowly, down and down, and at one point I felt as if my panty was exposed and I had to interrupt.

Me: Master-ji. Please. Not so down.

Master-ji: Madam, please don’t intervene in my work.

I could now feel Master-ji’s fingers rolling on my panty waistband as he adjusted the position of the skirt. At one point, I could feel Master-ji inserted one of his fingers into my panty band onto my skin! The old fox did not miss this opportunity to caress me again!

Me: Ouch! Ahhhhhh!

It naturally came out of my mouth as I gasped for breath.

Master-ji raised his head and looked up and his head directly bounced with my erect blouse-covered left boob. I was standing with my eyes closed now, my heart thumping as I knew the skirt hook was still open. Probably seeing my eyes closed, Master-ji continued to brush my lower waistline a little more time with both hands trying to asses the right position to wear the skirt, and simultaneously he kept his head touching and pressing my left boob. It was such an erotic feeling! Master-ji just continued to brush and press his forehead on my tight oozing left boob.

At last he closed the hook of my skirt! Thank God!

Master-ji: Aaa. Ah! This looks fine. Now check Madam.

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath to suppress my excitement and then looked down.

Me: Eeeeeeeeek!

A sound of that sort came out of my mouth as I looked down at my navel region. My whole navel area including my large belly button was exposed. I could realize my skirt waistband now almost coincided with my panty waistband!

Master-ji: Madam, look. Very frankly, I have stitched dresses for several women and I can tell you most women would like to cover their thighs more than their lower abdomen if given a choice. So…

Me: That I also agree Master-ji, but…

Master-ji: Then? And moreover, gustakhi maaf Madam, your thighs are very beautiful and attractive. So I think the more you can cover them in front of other people, the better for you.

As we conversed I tried to feel how much I was exposed at my back/hips. I could realize that the joint where the midriff enters the waist, that juncture, remained exposed as the skirt was tied below that. I must have been looking horribly sexy wearing the skirt so low down and as I looked at Deepak, his lustful eyes were portraying that only!

Me: Okay then, I will tie it here only.

Master-ji: Madam, please give me another minute to check the pleats etc. once so that I can finalize your skirt.

I nodded and the old man again sat before my naked legs in a squatting posture. His face was exactly in front of my choot.

Master-ji: Pleats look quite okay on the outside Madam. Let me quickly check the insides.

Giving me no time to react, he straightaway inserted both of his hands below my skirt in the pretest of checking the pleats and as the skirt was fairly tight fitting I could feel the back of his palms brushing against my naked warm upper thighs. I obviously was not very prepared for this and naturally retracted back a little. Feeling a hand near my panty within my skirt, out of reflex action I closed my legs as far as possible. Then I felt his hands climbing up to alarming height almost to my groin below the skirt in the pretext of checking the pleats! I had to react.

Me: Hey… Master-ji. Stop this. What are you doing?

I clenched my lips and panted as I felt Master-ji’s hands moving in rhythmic fashion below my skirt - taking his fingers from the hem of the skirt upwards along the pleats, and then again coming down to check the next one. I could not take that action as my whole body had goose bumps by then. I grabbed Master-ji’s one hand below my skirt and I could jolly well realize the scene looked awfully sexy. I was standing in front of a man and he was crouching before me with his hands inserted below my skirt and now I was grabbing one of his hands over my skirt.

Master-ji: Wha… What happened Madam?

Me: I… I mean… please stoppppp.

Master-ji: But Madam, this is the way I check the inside pleats, otherwise I would have to pull up your skirt to check the backside, which would be more…

Me: No, no. Take out your hands first. Please.

Master-ji looked pretty surprised, but he slowly took out his hands from beneath my skirt.

Me: Master-ji sorry, but I was having a… I mean having a ticklish feeling.

Master-ji: Oh! I thought… okay, okay. That might happen Madam, as you are giving measurements for a skirt for the first time.

He laughed a little, and Deepak also joined him, and I also blushingly smiled back to make things look normal.

Deepak: Master-ji, we can do one thing. When Madam will change back to her sari, we can then check the inside pleats of the skirt.

Master-ji: Deepak, everything has a logical reasoning in my measurement process. If that can be done what you suggested, I would not have made Madam embarrassed like this. Isn’t it?

Deepak: Sorry Master-ji.

Master-ji: Deepak, if the inside pleats are not uniform, it would touch Madam’s thighs and give her an uncomfortable feeling. That’s why I was checking while she was wearing it.

Now I was also clear. So the approach was noble as far as my tailor was concerned, but unfortunately I was having goosebumps undergoing this sexy act.

Master-ji: Anyway, since Madam is not at ease, I will fix that later.

He paused just a little and continued. I was still standing like a whore in my miniskirt and blouse. No other covers on my body.

Master-ji: Now Madam, if you want, I will do some further checks only to guard your dignity. But, if only YOU want…

Me: Master-ji, you seem to be displeased with me. But I was only…

Master-ji: No, no. It’s okay Madam. I am glad that you told me frankly that you were not at ease. But what I mean to say now is – this has nothing to do with my measurements. Look Madam, since you are wearing a miniskirt for the first time, you should crosscheck that you do not … I mean… you don’t flash your panty every now and then to people around you.

I thought that was indeed one point, which was hovering in my mind, but frankly was not able to gauge how to crosscheck that. Master-ji as if showed me a way!

Me: Hmm… Yes, err… I mean that’s needed, but I mean how do I check that?

Master-ji: Madam, you don’t have to do anything. I will guide you.

I felt cushioned by his statement and awaited further commands from this experienced old tailor.

Master-ji: Madam, now that you are wearing the skirt at the right position, I will do some basic checks regarding your posture and will help you adjust and amend if I see any aberrations. Okay?

Me: Fine Master-ji.

Master-ji: The main problem of wearing a miniskirt, as you also can realize Madam, is the upskirt view, for which you will have to be very cautious. If you abide by my guidelines, I think, you will certainly not look exhibit like a slut.

I liked the way Master-ji was trying to help me and I nodded to him in agreement.

Master-ji: Deepak, can you tell what are the postures about which Madam should be alert while wearing the skirt?

Deepak: Certainly Master-ji. There are six main postures, namely standing, sitting, bending, squatting, lying, and climbing.

Master-ji: Good. See Madam, he has learnt quite a bit staying with me.

Master-ji and Deepak exchanged smiles and I stood in front of them like a sexy showpiece. Even I also appreciated in my mind the coaching mode of Master-ji.

Master-ji: Okay then. Madam, let’s describe each situation so that you will have a clear idea about what to do and what not to do.

Me: As you say Master-ji.

I was rather pleased with Master-ji now the way he was trying to guide me. Frankly, I thought he would discuss the postures with me and guide me the do’s and don’ts. But soon I realized that it was rather a non-vegetarian session and this time Deepak groped me amply in the name of executing master-ji’s guidelines!

Master-ji: Madam, when you wear this skirt for the Maha-yagya sitting, make sure to wear it where I have tied it now, which should be approximately one finger above your panty waistband and also stretch the cloth to the hem over the front and also the back like this.

Master-ji pretended as if he was wearing the skirt and imitated as if he was straightening the skirt at the front and also at the back. It looked so very vulgar as he was moving his hand up and down over his lund and gaand. I nodded to his gestures.

Master-ji: The first posture is the standing posture, which is by far the safest stance.

He smiled at me. Deepak also was smiling and his eyes were as if sparkling; probably anticipating the chance to grope a 28-year old half-naked housewife! I looked dumb as if waiting to be exploited.

Master-ji: Deepak, is Madam standing correctly?

Deepak: No Master-ji.

I was a bit surprised because I was standing just normally as I always do, no matter what I am wearing, a sari or a salwar kamiz.

Me: Why? What is the problem?

Master-ji: Deepak, can you…

Deepak: Surely Master-ji.

Deepak stepped forward and squatted in front of me before my bare legs. I was about to shuffle seeing him sitting in that position so close to me, his face near my choot.

Deepak: Madam, you don’t move now till I correct you. Then you will also know where you were wrong.

Deepak directly touched my naked legs just above my knees and indicated me to close them further. I shivered momentarily getting a warm male touch on my bare knees, but recovered swiftly and closed my legs at bit.

Me: Is it okay now?

Deepak: No Madam. I can still see a gap between your thighs. This should not be there.

Saying that he traced the thin gap between my two thighs with his finger. I felt like dying getting such treatment from my tailor! The very next moment he cupped the back of my thighs with both hands and started feeling and pressing them to close the thin gap. The whole act drove me so crazy that I started feeling jingle bells ringing in my choot and instantly goosebumps covered the whole of my smooth thighs. I blushed and licked my drying up lips to behave normally.

Me: O… Okay Deepak, I understood.

Master-ji: Fine Madam. So while standing you always remember to close your legs so that your thighs touch each other. Actually since this is a western dress the difference has to be kept in mind Madam. When you are wearing a sari or a salwar kamiz or even a nighty, your legs remain completely covered. So even if you stand with your legs parted, it does not look very odd, but in this case…

Me: Hmm. True.

Deepak: Madam, really your legs are very shapely and beautiful. To tell you the truth Madam, each resemble a banana tree.

I did not expect such a direct admiration from this young lad about my ‘legs’ and looked blank. I instantly remembered when my husband on my initial marriage days compared my boobs with apples. Actually he pressed and squeezed my naked boobs for a very long time that night and hence the blood flow was quite high due to my excitement and constant touches by his hands, and they appeared almost reddish. Then he commented, “now your boobs look like apples – round and red!”

Master-ji: Yes Madam. That you cannot deny!

Deepak now stood up from his bent position and I noted his eyes were as if licking my whole body. My boobs were starting to go and up down at a faster pace and I could feel my globes exerting pressure on my bra cups inside my blouse. I tried to make that up by itching my shoulder as if there was some irritation and thereby adjusting my blouse to accommodate my heavier breathing.

Master-ji: Madam next comes sitting. There are two main positions, one, when you are sitting on a chair and two, when you are sitting on the floor. Okay?

Me: Okay.

Master-ji: Bring that chair.

He signaled to Deepak and the latter brought the chair and placed in front of me.

Master-ji: Madam, being a woman you must be knowing that there are two ways to sit while wearing a skirt.

I looked at him questionably as I could not make out what he wanted to relate. Master-ji elaborated.

Master-ji: One way is straightening your skirt on your hips with both hands while sitting. And the other way is to pull up your skirt slightly and flow it around and sitting on your err… I mean panty.

I was simply bowled over by the observation of this old man!

Master-ji: Madam, but in this case, as you can also understand Madam, the second option is out of question because if you even slightly lift your skirt you will actually expose…

Deepak: Your big gaand Madam.

I was observing the increasing courage of this boy, Deepak! But I was only to blame for that for my overdose of exposure and compromised state in front of my tailor.

Master-ji: Yes Madam. So only the first option remains.

I did not feel like answering anything.

Master-ji: Deepak, help Madam to…

Why do I need Deepak, I thought. I can do it myself only!

Me: I can manage it myself Master-ji.

Master-ji: I know Madam. But you need to know the exact way of doing it otherwise you will have to redo the posture. That’s why I was asking Deepak to…

I thought he was talking sense and I had to allow Deepak to show me the precise approach.

Me: That’s also true. Okay Deepak…

I reluctantly indicated Deepak to guide me.

Deepak: Right Madam. First you sit on the chair, but please… slowly so that I can show you how and where to hold your skirt and then only you will also know how to manage it exactly.

Deepak said it so very carelessly, however, I could well realize it would be very clumsy and knotty for me in practice. I was now standing in front of the chair and Deepak behind it. In this position my skirt-covered big gaand was facing him and certainly I was feeling uncomfortable standing like that. Master-ji was standing exactly opposite to me.

Deepak: Madam, you have to hold the hem of the skirt by your thigh-sides, like this.

He held my skirt end from both sides and was touching me at my mid thigh area where the skirt ended. Though he was gripping the hem of the skirt, the back of his fingers were constantly brushing and touching my naked firm thighs.

Deepak: Now slowly sit Madam.

As I bent my body to sit on the chair, my heavy buttocks pushed into my skirt thereby raising it significantly and obviously Deepak’s fingers were also grazing up my thighs with the skirt moving up. When I finally sat my face turned absolutely red, as there was nothing to hide, every inch of my legs and thighs were completely exposed. I could sense that below my ass cheeks my skirt had raised midway up my gaand. I felt so much exposed that Deepak’s fingers seemed to be touching me almost at my buttocks! His face was very close to my shoulder and I could hear his heavy breathing on my neck. He removed his hands off my skirt and seemed to be annoyed!

Deepak: Madam, Madam, not so fast. I told you to sit slowly. I could not demonstrate you fully…

Master-ji: Just a minute Deepak. Madam, do you always sit like this?

I looked at my legs, all exposed. My fair marble-like thighs were looking extremely gorgeous. I was feeling so ashamed that I could not even look at Master-ji.

Master-ji: If you sit like this, soon there will be a big crowd in front of you Madam!

Now I looked up at him. What did he mean? I could not exactly guess what exactly Master-ji was trying to indicate. Yes, I could realize the sight of my exposed plump thighs was stunning, but was doubtful if Master-ji was suggesting that.

Me: But…. But why Master-ji?

Master-ji: Madam, come on! If you sit like this with your legs parted so much, everyone opposite you, even standing, can see your, I mean… your panty Madam.

Me: Oops! Ishhhhhhhh…

I exclaimed and closed my legs instantly. I felt very embarrassed to have flashed my panty to my tailor. I was looking at the floor in sheer dishonor.

Master-ji: Madam, please don’t feel bad, because there is no one here, but you need to be watchful. Interestingly, I have noted this tendency more common in married women to spread their legs while sitting. And you are also no exception Madam.

Deepak: But Master-ji, any specific reason for this?

Master-ji: Ask Madam, she can tell you better.

Master-ji and Deepak both turned to me and I was simply not feeling like answering this absurd query and only fumbled before them.

Me: Reason… I mean there is err… nothing in par…

Master-ji: Madam, I think the actual fact is - after marriage due to the regular conjugal life you have, you tend to develop this habit to spread your legs while in leisure. But when you are at home wearing a sari there is nothing to bother. Am I correct Madam?

What should I reply I was wondering and had to succumb by nodding my head in agreement.

Master-ji: Okay, enough talks. Lets redo the sitting posture.

I stood up from the chair and Deepak was as if waiting to hold my skirt end!

Deepak: Madam, this time sit very slowly.

Me: Okay.

Deepak: See, first you hold the sides of your skirt and then as you are about to sit you brush your hand on your hips like this and then take the seat.

Saying that what he did was probably the worst sort of groping I ever encountered. He was first holding on to the sides of my skirt and then moved his hands over my round buttocks and feeling the whole fullness and roundedness of my gaand with his palm and fingers, he grazed his hands till my skirt ending.

Now was the nastiest part.

I thought he would certainly remove his hands off my skirt once his action was over. But I was mistaken! As I sat on the chair, that scoundrel simply did not take away his hands off my butts and I landed my heavy bottoms on his palms! I could feel my compact ass cheeks pressing against his palms and instantly I could feel his fingertips trying to cup my ass flesh.

Me: Hey!

Naturally I jumped up.

Deepak: Sorry Madam. You did not give me the chance to take off my hands. Sorry again.

I felt very clearly that he cupped my skirt-covered round buttocks with both hands as I sat on his palms, but still I did not want to make a scene out of it. I accepted his apologies and repeated the posture myself this time. Deepak came to my front now from behind the chair, probably to provide me a more relaxed feel.

Master-ji: Bah! You did it perfectly Madam. And as I said, remember the golden rule to always keep your legs closed.

Me: Okay master-ji.

Master-ji: Another sitting option would be to sit of the floor where the only choice to keep your panty under cover is to sit like this.

Saying that Master-ji sat on his knees and rested his butts on his ankles.

Master-ji: I think you will have to be in this posture for the most part during the Maha-yagya. Try it once Madam.

I imitated Master-ji and bent forward to get my knees onto the floor first and then rested by body weight onto the knees and placed my gaand on my ankles. In this posture I felt contended as the skirt did not hike up any more and my exposure was quite limited.

Master-ji: Excellent. Okay, get up Madam.

As I tried to get up, I had to fold my leg and I realized that it would generate a clear upskirt view for Deepak, who was standing more or less opposite to me. I tried to limit my movement while I raised my body off the floor, but my skirt was so small that it climbed up my smooth naked thighs so much that I was sure Deepak got an unrestricted view of my panty under my skirt!

Never in life did I do such deliberate vulgar exposures in front of any male. Not even my husband. No question. I was feeling horrible and my face was all red in shame and shyness. The only good part was that Master-ji did not allow any session to be unnecessary prolonged and hence my embarrassment was fortunately not lingering over me.

Master-ji: Next is the bending. This is especially important Madam.

Me: Why?

I thought all postures were equally important for me to save my dignity, if anything was left at all!

Master-ji: Because it’s a tricky one Madam as bending can refer to various angles and you must be aware to what degree you should bend and when to stop.

I was looking uncertainly at him and he was experienced enough to catch that.

Master-ji: Madam, see. I will give you an example.

He dropped his measuring tape on the floor.

Master-ji: If I say Madam pick that up, what will you do? You will try to pick it up. But since you are wearing this miniskirt, you have to modify the way you pick that up from floor. Got it Madam?

He continued to explain.

Master-ji: Imagine you are wearing a sari. Okay? I think then this would be the way you will pick up the tape…

Saying that he bent forward from his waist and stretched his right hand to pick up the measuring tape from the floor and then looked up at me.

Me: Ye… yes, I would also do the same.

Master-ji: That’s the tricky part Madam! If you do that, can you imagine what extravagant view you would provide to someone who is sitting or standing at your backside?

I caught his point immediately and realized what he meant.

Master-ji: Madam, you would be overgenerous if you do so. I am sure no woman would do that knowingly. So here, what you need to do is you have to bend sidewise closing your legs and then fold your knees and pick up the tape, like this.

Me: Right, right.

Master-ji demonstrated what he said.

I also followed Master-ji and demonstrated to pick up the tape from the floor. Honestly I was thanking Master-ji in my mind, as I really did not think so much deep in this regard.

Master-ji: Fine Madam. But at the same time, you should also know how much you could bend from your waist without showing anything… I mean, Madam you should be aware of that because you might need to actually bend that way at any point of time during the yagya.

I thought that was again a noble thought from this old man who was now more of a counselor than a tailor. I signaled in agreement.

Master-ji: Deepak, I will sit here and would guide you what to do. Okay?

Deepak: Okay Master-ji.

Saying that Master-ji positioned the chair and sat on it.

Master-ji: Madam, you stand from me at some distance, err… may be 4-5 feet. There.

He indicated to a spot and I stepped forward and positioned myself at that position nearer to the wall and 4-5 feet away from where Master-ji was sitting. Deepak also followed me there. Master-ji was now talking to me from my back.

Master-ji: Madam, now spread your legs such that there is a gap of more than one feet between your legs.

I picked up my foot off the floor and placed it wider and nearly one foot wide. Deepak now stooped down to help me out. He held my naked legs near my ankle and spread them further. I was having trouble believing myself. I wondered what was in store for me now. As I stretched my legs apart I could feel my inner pantyline digging into my groins. Also I was having an awkward feeling around my nipples as I spread my legs. Frankly I spread my legs on purpose like this only when I am on bed with my husband; hence probably that sensation unconsciously was playing in my mind. I quickly took my right hand to my boobs and tweaked each nipple gently over my blouse and also cushioned my firm globes with my palm to feel comfortable. Deepak was unable to see that as he was stooping.

Deepak: Master-ji, okay?

Master-ji: Perfect! Madam, now slowly bend forward from your waist.

Me: What do you mean?

Master-ji: Madam, keep your legs straight and bend forward. I will let you know where to stop so that you will have a clear idea how much to bend in front of people.

I had to turn back to Master-ji to talk.

Me: But Master-ji, this will look… I mean very err… very vulgar if I bend like this.

I must be looking utterly sexy as I saw Master-ji’s eyes fixed on my curvy figure, as I remained in that posture with legs spread apart and my gaand facing him and I had only turned my face to converse.

Madam: What vulgar Madam? Who is seeing you here?

Me: No, but…

From Master-ji’s words, it seemed he and Deepak were non-existent! How could I simply ignore the two males present in the room?

Master-ji: Madam, it will only aid you, otherwise you will keep on flashing your undergarment to everyone at every move.

I could not find words to fight against this argument because the fact remained that this piece of cloth I was wearing at my waist was awfully short and I was really unsure how my pumpkin-buttocks looked as I moved or stooped a bit.

Me: I will do as you say.

I reluctantly agreed and turned my face from Master-ji. I was now looking at the wall. Deepak now stood up and was standing very near to me.

Master-ji: Then do as I was saying. Slowly bend your body from your waist towards the floor. Deepak, just hold Madam’s feet so that she does not bend it by reflex action.

Deepak obediently nodded and readily crouched at my side and held my legs, this time he gripped me above my ankles at my lower thigh region and I could jolly well feel he started feeling my exposed thighs with both hands.

I started bending my upper part of the body from my waist. Fortunately, there was no one in front of me because my blouse began to create a gap exposing my deep cleavage over my brassiere. Simultaneously I could sense Deepak’s fingers starting to clutch my thighs very firmly and enjoying the smoothness.

Master-ji: Madam, bend slowly till I ask you to stop. Okay?

Me: O… Okay.

I continued to bend slowly and could realize my skirt must be raising up my thighs exposing more of my intimate parts. Now that my head was getting down, I could see Deepak and I almost froze seeing what that rascal was doing!

Since he was squatting near my feet, his face was at the level of my thighs and as I was in a somewhat bent posture, that rogue was taking full advantage of his position and was directly peeping under my skirt. He was so desperate that I was shocked to notice that he was directly looking up turning his head upwards! Honestly his eyes were just a foot away from my panty I gathered and he was getting an absolutely unrestricted view of my full gaand.

As soon as he saw me, he quickly turned down his face and gripped my thighs tighter. I felt like giving a tight slap to this young ruffian, but restrained myself. I could realize I must have been looking horribly sexy in that pose. I extended my vision to Master-ji and saw that he was openly scratching his loins with his both hands with his eyes fixed on my protruding buttocks.

Master-ji: Madam, stop. I can see your panty now from this angle.

I could not think anymore the way things were progressing. A few seconds ago I saw the assistant tailor almost poked his head in my skirt and was watching my panty and now the main tailor was declaring that he could see my undergarment below my skirt!

Master-ji: Madam, in this position your gaand is looking exactly like an oval fry pan covered by the skirt!

I could not react to that as Deepak was already creeping his hands up my thighs and giving me a very sexy feeling. He was feeling each inch of my naked thighs and his hands were now near the hem of my skirt!

Master-ji: Madam, hold on to that position. Deepak just help her so that she does not bend more.

I was purely perplexed at the sequence of events. Deepak now helping me to be fixed at that position brushed his hands up along my thighs and under my skirt! I could feel his fingers on the lower half of my naked buttocks!

I heard Master-ji coming near me. I casually looked down at my breasts and was shocked to notice that most of the flesh of my round milk tanks was splashing out of my blouse due to my somewhat inverted position.

Master-ji: Okay Madam, you can get straight now. I have noted the position.

Though Master-ji said that I was virtually trembling in excitement as Deepak’s fingers were now moving below my skirt freely and squeezing once or twice my heavy butt flesh over my panty. I was gasping for breath when Master-ji released me from this humiliating ‘awareness’ program.

Deepak had to stop now. He for the last time stretched his both palms fully under my skirt and cupped my full gaand and felt its size and plumpness. I stood straight, but was feeling very uncomfortable, as Deepak had ignited again new sexual desires in me by his acts. As a natural reflex action, I straightened my skirt over my gaand with my right hand and also adjusted my blouse and bra so that my milk jugs look somewhat concealed.

One thing was playing in my mind after what I experienced just now and in fact I was scared about my rear upskirt due to any stooping during the Maha-yagya.

Master-ji: Madam, the next posture is squatting, but there is no way you can accept that posture wearing this small skirt. Do you agree?

Master-ji was smiling naughtily. I just nodded.

Deepak: Madam, if you really need to crouch in front of anyone, its better that you open your skirt and then sit on your heels.

Master-ji and Deepak roared out in laughter sensing my humiliation. I stood dumb and continued to act shamelessly as if trapped in that room.

Master-ji: Madam, same applies for climbing stairs also, as you can very well understand that if you walk up the staircase wearing this skirt ahead of any person, without a doubt you are inviting him for a free show. I hope you…

Me: Yes Master-ji. I realize it. Hopefully I will not have to face it.

Deepak: Yes Madam, you know why?

I looked blankly at Deepak.

Deepak: Because… because there are no stairs at all in the ashram. Ha ha…

This time we all expressed amusement and laughed loudly. Honestly I was feeling a bit normalized also. My taut blouse got a bit of relief as I breathed easy.

Master-ji: So the last one is the lying posture. Madam, now that you are quite aware and conscious, I want you to lie on the bed on your own.

Me: O… Okay.

Master-ji: Madam, mind you, we will stand to that side.

They went towards the side of the couch where my legs would point once I lie on the bed. I sat on the bed and instantly realized that the cold bed sheet was touching part of my naked ass outside my panty – the skirt was so short! I kept my legs together, as straight as possible, and lifted them on bed. Master-ji and Deepak were looking at my waistline and I was trying my best to save my dignity, but could realize that it was impossible to keep my panty under cover. I could see my skirt mounting up my silky thighs almost to my groin and I quickly stretched it with my right hand. But as I lied down on the bed, I had to fold my legs just to some extent and I was sure at that time both the males who were standing down my legs got a good peep into my panty.

What a shame!

Myself being a housewife… What am I doing! Flashing time and again my panty to my tailors! My husband would definitely get a heart attack if he saw me lying on bed like this wearing the tiniest of skirts with two males trying to peep in my panty!

Master-ji: Great Madam! You are now quite prepared about how to go about the Maha-yagya wearing this dress!

I got up from bed and was thinking to get out of this skirt immediately and at last wear my sari, as I thought my measurement session along with this extra thing must have been over, but…
I missed something, very important. In fact I was missing the only aspect benefitting me!

Master-ji: Madam, now that the main portion of your measurement is over, we are left with just a little before we pack up.

Me: What else?

Knock! Knock!

There was a knock at the door and our conversation remained incomplete, as I was naturally busy to cover myself up and get a sari over my scanty dress since there was someone at the door.

Master-ji: Don’t worry Madam I will see who is it.

He went to the door, opened it slightly and I could hear Nirmal’s voice saying “a phone call for Madam”.

Master-ji: Okay, I am sending her.

Nirmal went away saying “Okay” and I went inside the toilet with my petticoat and sari wondering who it could be who has called here - from my residence? Mama-ji? As I was speculating, I got out of my skirt, tied the petticoat at my waist, and wore the sari as quick as possible and went out.

I was adjusting my pallu as I walked down the passage to the ashram office where the telephone was. It was near the guest room and as I entered I saw Nirmal standing there with the phone. The very sight of this dwarfish man and his funny face made me grin.

Me: Who is it?

Nirmal: Your husband Madam.

Me: Oh!

I was overjoyed, pretty much surprised too, hearing that Rajesh had called. I picked up the telephone and went ahead to talk with him.

Me: Hello.

Rajesh: Hello Nitu, it’s me!

Rajesh lovingly calls me ‘Nitu’, a short form from Anita.

Me: How are you? You remembered me after so many days!

I said with mock anger in my voice. Out of reflex action as if I was coiling my pallu in my free hand.

Rajesh: Come on Nitu! You knew that I went to Purangaon and came back only yesterday as per schedule. And from where how could I call you? You know naa…

I remembered that Rajesh was scheduled to go to our native village, Purangaon.

Me: Hmm. Okay. Okay. Don’t create excuses.

Rajesh: Jaan, how are things progressing there?

My heart as if skipped a beat listening to that question and I gulped before replying.

Me: Things are… things are all okay here… I mean treatment is going on.

Rajesh: You must be consuming a lot of herbs as medication?

“Lots of herbs” or “lots of hands” I thought!

Me: Yes err… lots of herbal medicines along with puja, yagya, etc. in which you do not believe at all.

Rajesh: If there is a result, I will start believing, you know. But how are you? I hope no side effects to the medications?

Me: No, no. I am… am fine dear…

“With so many hands groping and cuddling me here…” - I definitely could not verbalize that, but the fact played on at the back of my mind, always.

Rajesh: That’s good to know. Here at home front all is okay, you don’t have to worry.

Me: That’s good to know. You know, Mama-ji came here to meet me!

Rajesh: Yes, yes. I heard that from mom. What did he say?

Me: Nothing in particular, just came here to ask my health and how are things here.

Rajesh: So kind of him.

Yes, very kind… the way he kissed my forehead, traced my bra over my shoulder, made me touch my boobs to his chest, and the smack on my ass over my sari… I instantly remembered everything. Very ‘kind’ or very ‘cunning’!

Me: Hmm.

Rajesh: Hey Nitu. Is there anyone around?

I was a bit surprised at this question from Rajesh. I looked around and saw there was no one in the office room. Nirmal had gone away giving me the telephone and at this hour there was also no visitor for Guru-ji also.

Me: No, I am all alone in the office room. But, why do you ask that?

Rajesh: Umm. Jaan, I am missing you… on bed.

There was a change in his voice instantaneously. He said the last two words almost in a whispering tone. In fact, I have had the initial physical charge up from Deepak’s touches over my naked thighs and my bottoms a few minutes ago and now with my husband’s loving tone, I started melting.

Me: Umm. Me too.

I could not curb my emotions.

Rajesh: Hey, kiss me once naa?

Me: This is ashram dear, you should not be…

Rajesh: Uff! Shut up! Just kiss me once. Don’t you miss my lips Nitu?

Me: Hmm. I miss you ssoooooooo very much!

Rajesh: By the way, are you wearing a sari now?

Me: Why do you ask that?

Rajesh: Actually then I have to open your blouse…

Me: You. You naughty.

Rajesh: Hey. Nitu…

Me: W-h-a-t?

I surely was getting very weak listening to Rajesh’s affectionate voice and honestly desired to get loved by him.

Rajesh: Open your lips.

I was so carried away by his emotions that I actually parted my lips in front of the phone receiver.

Rajesh: What happened? Open them please.

Me: Oho! I have parted them already… for you only.

Rajesh: If that is so how can you hold the receiver?

Me: Uff! I have opened my LIPS for you… dear! What has that to do with the receiver?

I whispered though stressed on the word ‘lips’ to his ears.

Rajesh: Nitu, my darling! I told to open the lips under your sari so that I can insert…

Me: YOU! YOU BRUT! I am disconnecting the line…

Though I thoroughly enjoyed his prank, but pretended to be quite angry.

Rajesh: No, no, please don’t. Okay, okay, let me kiss your lips.

I could hear Rajesh kissing me a number of times over the phone.

Rajesh: Nitu, the bed looks so empty…

I was getting pretty excited now listening to my husband’s inviting words. I was holding the phone in my right hand and my left hand automatically went inside my sari pallu over my blouse and I started pressing and cupping my juicy mammaries.

Rajesh: Close your eyes now. Let me squeeze my coconuts once… aah!

My eyes were in fact closed and I tried to feel as if my husband was holding and squeezing my “coconuts” clasped inside my tight blouse.

Rajesh: Umm. Missing you jaan.

Me: Take me in your arms…

Rajesh: Umm. Nitu, kiss me once naa…

Me: No. I cannot do that from here.

Rajesh: Why? Don’t be ashamed. You told that there was no one… So?

Was there any shame still left in me, I wondered. But for my husband I was the same old shy and conservative “Nitu”!

Rajesh: Hey… what happened?

Me: Hmm. O… Okay baba.

I was breathing faster and as a result my boobs were exerting pressure on my blouse and I felt tighter. I looked around again and now loudly kissed my hubby over the phone. I myself was shocked to see my revelation.

Rajesh: You are a darling Nitu.

Me: Umm…

Rajesh: I just hope your ashram treatment gives us our much desired fruit.

Me: Umm.

Rajesh: Nitu?

I was still under the spell of my husband’s ‘love’.

Rajesh: When you will be back?

I tried to recover myself.

Me: Yes, by this weekend.

Rajesh: Okay, till such time I will call you each day.

Alarm bells rang in my mind, because Maha-yagya would start tonight and I was not sure exactly how long it would extend, though Guru-ji mentioned ‘two days’.

Me: Hey. Listen naa. Don’t call here any more till I get back. Guru-ji doesn’t like interrupting phone calls in the ashram from outside. So, please…

Rajesh: Hmm. I understand. It’s a divine place…

He paused just a little and then ended the call.

Rajesh: Okay. Then, bye jaan. If you need anything, do give me a call. Okay?

Me: Okay, you take care and pray to God that….

Rajesh: Yes, so that your treatment is successful. I will. Take care.

Me: Bye.

I was still holding the telephone as I heard Rajesh disconnected the phone and I put down the receiver. Poor Rajesh! He could never imagine what I had to undergo here though it was part of my treatment and therapy. I still had complete faith in Guru-ji and believed that he would certainly make me a ‘mother’ through his Maha-yagya. Yes, I admit that I was a culprit in extracting enjoyment from some of the encounters, especially with Uday and some with Master-ji, and also some other here and there. But I am also a human being, a matured married woman, nearly 30 years of age - how could I just evade the male touches on my body and still remain oblivious and not get incited?