As I was thinking all this, I was on my way back to my room where Master-ji and Deepak were waiting for me.
Master-ji: Who called you Madam?
Me: Rajesh. I mean… my husband.
I was a bit careless while walking back the alley and my pallu had shifted of my protruding right breast almost completely and as soon as I met Deepak’s eyes I caught him enjoying the view. Immediately I adjusted my pallu and wrapped my treasures properly and as I was breathing slightly faster than normal, my heavy boobs were stretching my blouse.
Deepak: He must be missing you very much Madam.
Deepak indicatively smiled suggesting my husband must have been missing my appealing ‘flesh’.
Master-ji: Bah! Then you must be feeling refreshed talking to him?
Me: Yes, of course. It seemed it’s such a long time I had not conversed with Rajesh…
Master-ji: Madam, shall we continue?
Me: Yes, yes. What else is left?
I was still so much immersed with Rajesh’s thoughts that I was not paying heed to what I was talking to the tailor. Honestly though Rajesh did not touch me, but due to the previous touches of Deepak and my husband’s passionate talks, my whole body was heated up to a great extent. Master-ji was an experienced man and he probably caught my emotions flowing and he quickly pushed me inside the main topic.
Master-ji: Madam, I need to stitch your undergarments too, as you cannot of course wear your regular ones in the Maha-yagya.
Me: Oho! Right, right.
I took this issue quite casually as my mind was as if gliding on my husband’s wings. I suddenly remembered something.
Me: And Master-ji, you must correct my longstanding problem, which I referred to you earlier… Do you remember?
Master-ji: Yes, yes Madam! Your panty problem. I will definitely fix that also. I will also stitch you some spare panties, which you can use later going back home.
I smiled and nodded acknowledging a ‘thanks’.
Me: Honestly Master-ji, I will be very… I mean … very grateful to you if you can correct my problem. I am facing the trouble for a long time now.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t say ‘grateful’. If I am unable to fix my customers’ problems, then I am not an efficient tailor. Isn’t it?
We smiled at each other. Actually my inner self felt quite relieved after talking to my husband and I experienced a peculiar freeness in my approach!
Master-ji: If I can recall correctly your main problem is that - any panty you wear, after sometime, it tends to lose the grip and squeeze into the center. Right Madam?
My state of mind was so blatant at that time that I did not feel even a tinge of shame discussing my panty with the tailor!
Me: Absolutely.
Master-ji: As I told you before Madam, the first correction that you need to do is not wear the ‘normal’ variety, but wear the ‘mega’ variety of panty for your hip size.
I nodded shamelessly to this suggestion.
Master-ji: So Madam, next time when you go to shop for your panty, please ask for the Daisy Mega and do not get into your shopkeeper’s words…
Me: No, no. I will buy that only.
Master-ji: Madam, if you can hand me over a spare one…
I did not gather what Master-ji wanted and asked a foolish question.
Me: Spare what?
Master-ji: A spare panty Madam…
Me: Oho! Yes, yes… just a minute.
I quickly tried to cover my foolishness and went to the cupboard and instantly pulled out one of my panties and handed it to my tailor.
Master-ji: Thanks Madam.
Deepak now came closer to probably inspect my panty.
Master-ji: See Madam, the main reason for your problem – look at the back coverage.
Saying that Master-ji held the panty up, almost at my face height, and stretched its waistband and showed me its back. Now I started feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Master-ji: The cloth is so small here that in the first place it’s not covering your back properly and see Madam - the elastic here also is poor and hence the grip is loose. That’s why it is slipping on your bottoms and gathering in the middle.
Me: I see.
Though I said that, but the feeling of uneasiness was slowly digging its roots in me discussing my panty with my tailor. Deepak was also intently looking at my panty, which appeared to be on display for everyone in Master-ji’s hands.
Master-ji: Next see Madam, the waistband, it’s so lose!
Me: But Master-ji it was okay when I bought it; after a number of washes the elastic gets loosened.
Master-ji: But this lose…! No, no Madam. If the grip is not good at your waist, the panty will not stay in proper place and you will face all these problems.
Me: O-k-ay. But any elastic will get lose due to washing Master-ji.
Master-ji: I agree Madam, but then you have to discard that panty and buy a new one.
Me: Then I have to marry an undergarment businessman if I have to keep discarding like that…
We all laughed at my words and the environment was lighter. My uneasiness also decreased to some extent. Now Deepak joined the conversation.
Deepak: Master-ji, what’s the average durability of the elastic that we give? Customers must be washing it like Madam does.
Master-ji: Yes Deepak, the elastic that we stitch in is certainly of good quality and if it’s always washed in lukewarm water, it should stay good for nearly five to six months.
Deepak: I can bet Madam must be washing her panty in cold water.
I looked at Deepak with a dumb face. What a bet he played on a housewife!
I nodded in affirmation to Deepak.
Master-ji: That’s clearly another reason for your problem. You should certainly avoid cold water, for even your bra Madam.
Me: Okay, I will try, but it’s difficult…
Master-ji: Difficult, but not impossible Madam.
We smiled at each other, myself nodding my head.
Master-ji: Don’t worry Madam, even if you cannot do that, I will fix your problem.
Me: Fine.
Master-ji: Deepak, can you tell me what’s the ideal back coverage for any woman?
Deepak: Master-ji, it’s I think 50%.
Master-ji: Right you are. And for a big shape like Madam’s, it has to be on the higher side. What do you reckon of this one?
Master-ji indicated to my panty hanging in his hands.
Deepak: Master-ji, this would hardly cover 20-25% even if the back is stretched fully. That too I am not sure… Madam has such a full thing!
Master-ji: Only 20-25%?
Deepak: Am quite sure Master-ji.
Master-ji: How can that be Deepak? No, no…
Deepak: See the fabric Master-ji, it will not stretch much.
Master-ji: Yes, I agree it’s not a quality fabric, but still… Only 20-25%? This is not a thong after all?
Thong? What’s that I wondered, but could well assume that it has to be a very skimpy thing.
Deepak: Master-ji, your assessment is chasing your age… Is Madam that modern to wear it? She must be hearing it for the first time. Ha ha ha…
Deepak’s laugh was so irritating that I almost sank my teeth into my lower lips though the fact remained that I was unaware what a ‘thong’ was.
Master-ji: True. True. Madam does not live in a metro city. How would she know?
They were both smiling curiously at my ignorance.
Master-ji: Madam, since he said that your panty would only cover 20% of your buttocks, I referred to a thong. I guess you do not know what a ‘thong’ is?
I stirred my head gently indicating “No”.
Master-ji: Madam, the thong is like a panty, but smaller than it; it has a front cover and a narrow strip of fabric in the back, which forms a “V” as it tapers into your crotch. It’s a modern day women’s wear.
He paused and looked directly at my eyes.
Master-ji: Madam, if you wear a thong under your sari or salwar kamiz, it will keep your whole gaand under your dress pretty much exposed. I think you will have almost the same feeling when your panty actually gathers in the middle.
My face was turning red as Master-ji described things and I wanted to terminate it.
Me: O! I see.
Master-ji: Can you relate it now Madam why I said it?
Me: Yes, yes.
There was no other way but for me to grasp and understand everything.
Deepak: Still Master-ji, it would be a real scene if Madam decides to wear a thong.
Master-ji: Why?
Deepak: Just look at her gaand. She has such a super size. So fleshy, so round…
Master-ji: He he… That’s true. Madam, he is not completely wrong.
Me: Master-ji, can we get back to…
Master-ji: Right, right Madam. Unnecessarily we are drifting away.
Deepak: Master-ji, do one thing.
Master-ji: What?
Deepak: You hold Madam’s panty like this and then you will take my point.
Master-ji: Lets see.
I saw Master-ji holding the waistband of my panty with both hands before his face and Deepak stretching the panty fabric with both hands to assess how much flesh it would cover of my big round ass!
My mouth was half open already. What are they doing? The discussion was so casual – they were discussing my PANTY and that too in front of me – I was simply bewildered. I could well realize things were getting out of my hand, but I was in no position to get out of it.
Deepak: Master-ji, just see. Only this much and look at Madam’s… big gaand.
I was perplexed at his comment and both males tried to look at my sari-covered hips, but since I was facing them they were not able to see it fully!
Master-ji: Madam, can you just turn your back to us? That will enable us to assess how much more cloth needs to be added to your panty so that it covers you properly as well as not repeat your problem i.e. gather in the middle.
I was so bemused at this sudden development that I could not evolve anything at all from my thought process, but a mumble.
Me: I mean… mmm… err… but…
Master-ji: Madam, why are you hesitating? You don’t have to do anything. Just turn back. That’s all.
Before I could properly comprehend what they are up to, Master-ji bowled me with a googly!
Master-ji: Madam, are you wearing a panty right now?
Me: What?
Master-ji: I mean you went to the toilet, so in case you have opened it … that’s why I was asking…
I was obviously irritated and annoyed by such a question. I just looked down and nodded positively. I felt so much shame in answering such a question to a male at this age that I felt like running away from the room.
Me: No, but…
Master-ji: No? Are you are not wearing anything below?
Me: Oh! No, no. Am wearing it.
Master-ji: Okay. You said ’no’… Anyway, that’s great!
He was looking at the hourglass of my hourglass figure as he commented. I looked at Master-ji with a surprised look. What’s there to be so much excited if I was wearing my panty, I could not comprehend.
Master-ji: I can start the inspection right now. I assure you Madam you will definitely not have your problem again. Now please turn back once.
I was somewhat puzzled now. What would he do? Though I knew what my tailor would check, but was unsure of the way in which it would be done. My panty’s back coverage was under the microscope, I knew, but will Master-ji lift my sari up to my waist to check my panty?
Oh No! My God!! Can’t be.
Will he insert his hands under my sari and check the needful? Goodness gracious! I already had dry lips and was getting extremely anxious.
Fortunately nothing of that sort happened, but the initial good feeling of talking to my husband over phone and my physical excitement were evaporating rapidly due to the fear of once again getting groped by my tailor.
Master-ji: Madam, are you right now feeling the problem that you were referring?
Me: No, no… it’s absolutely okay now.
I answered in a meek feeble voice.
Master-ji: Bah! So you mean to say that your panty is now fully stretched on your… on your gaand?
I was aghast to hear time and again that word – gaand from the tailor! But I could reckon they were low class people and would use those sorts of words only.
Me: Y… yes. I feel okay…
Master-ji: But Madam, you only mentioned that you start to have the problem specifically after sometime of wearing your panty – right?
Me: Yes, but… no…
I was practically mumbling at every step to such direct questions about my inner wear.
Deepak: Master-ji, I think Madam meant that after some time of wearing her panty, if she walks or works, she starts feeling the problem. Am I right Madam?
As if I got words from Deepak and instantly picked them up.
Me: Yes, yes. That’s what I meant. Exactly.
Madam: O-k-a-y. So since you are rather stationary here in this room, you didn’t face the problem. By the way Madam, does it fully get inside your slit… I mean ass crack?
I had to revolt now. I was unable to take any more.
Me: What do you mean? What sort of question is that?
Master-ji: Madam. Madam. Please don’t feel otherwise. I know these are very intimate questions and you will feel shy to reply, but if you do not tell me the exact detail, how can I fix the problem?
Deepak: Madam, Master-ji is like your doctor. Your dress doctor.
There was a silence of some seconds with Deepak and Master-ji both looking at me, rather my youthful sari covered body, and I was licking my dry lips to get back some confidence in front of these males.
Master-ji: Yes, yes. Do you not tell intimate things to the doctor or not Madam?
I had to give a nod.
Master-ji: So it’s like that only. Don’t hesitate Madam. Tell me does the whole panty slips off your flesh and gets inside your ass cheeks? I mean the panty lines on both sides. Did you check that ever consciously?
I was turning red like a tomato. My ears were emitting heat and I was breathing profoundly in this verbal humiliation. I felt completely trapped. I could have protested, but thought that it would unnecessarily invite a loud argument and would definitely attract the ashram people. Certainly the whole episode would be divulged, especially how I pretended to be senseless and encouraged Master-ji to enjoy my youthful body. So I considered it wise to stay silent and gulp the humiliation because afterall whatever was happening would remain confined to the four walls of this room only.
Me: No… I mean… err… the major part…. sneaks in.
Master-ji: But… am not clear. Look Madam, if you don’t specify modestly I cannot make the right choice also for the fabric of your panty.
I realized that I had to be rather shameless verbally in order to get to the end of this.
Me: I mean the whole fabric at my back almost gather round the middle and slips into my… I mean…
Master-ji: Hmm. Hmm. You mean to say the fabric feels like a thick rope and gets stuck in your crack. Right?
I nodded.
Master-ji: Hmm. Madam, that means your gaand remains fully naked below your petticoat, no cover on them?
I was dumb. That was quite obvious that if my panty slipped into my ass crack, my buns would remain bare. What did he want me to reply?
Though in my mind I was congruent with his words as that’s what exactly happened in most cases when I returned from the market or even when I visited my relative’s house, because hardly within half-an-hour to one hour, my panty would invariably slip within my ass crack.
Master-ji: Deepak, do you realize the problem?
Deepak: Yes, yes Master-ji. It’s more or less like the problem of Padma Madam.
Master-ji: Padma Madam? Which Padma?
Deepak: Master-ji, you won’t be knowing her. It was during my job in the city shop last year.
Master-ji: O-k-a-y. I have a customer named Padma, but she only stitches blouse from me.
I was all along listening to this conversation standing in between the two males.
Master-ji: So Madam, you see, it’s not your problem only! In any case, Deepak what was her problem?
Deepak: Master-ji, peculiarly she was having the right side of her panty slipping into the middle as she walked for a while.
Me: And how was that solved?
I felt keen for the first time.
Deepak: Master-ji, unlike Madam’s, she had a slight leg length discrepancy and then realizing that we adjusted the stitching likewise and her problem was solved.
Master-ji: Madam, as I said earlier also, you firstly need a bigger back coverage for your panty. That’s the prime change you need to make alongside a thicker fabric with good side elastic would surely enable you to overcome your problem.
Me: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji: Deepak, just keep a note that the twill cotton 150 to be used when I stitch the spare panties for Madam.
Deepak nodded and scribbled in his notebook.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, now please turn back and let me first prove Deepak wrong.
I completely forgot that there was an argument between Master-ji and Deepak regarding the back coverage of my panty and that issue came up again just when I was getting adjusted to this verbal disgrace, the physical part dropped in.
Master-ji: Madam, please don’t waste time.
I clenched my lips and slowly turned my back. My full back and of course my protruding round buttocks were inviting Mastering and Deepak now. I felt like dying to stand like this in front of two males when I know their eyes are riveted on my ripe pumpkin-like gaand.
Master-ji: Thank you Madam. Deepak, you now tell me where Madam’s panty line is right now.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji, let me check.
Panty line! My heart as if skipped a beat. But before I could think any further, I felt a couple of hands on my sari-covered bottoms gripping my ass flesh firmly over my sari. Deepak immediately gave me a couple of light squeezes on my firm ass cheeks and my lips automatically parted and I gasped for air and I tried my best to control my emotions.
Master-ji: Are you able to feel the panty from above her clothes?
Deepak: Yes, yes Master-ji.
Saying that he now poked his fingers on my heavy-duty buttocks and in no time he was able to trace my panty line through the thin layers of my sari and petticoat and started to feel it with his fingers of his both hands. I could sense Deepak had knelt down in front of my gaand and keeping his body balanced on his knees, he was tracing my panty line with his hands. This would certainly excite any woman and I was also no exception.
I could feel his hands all over my big gaand and leaving my panty line now his fingers lethargically started tracing the line of my crevice! It seemed Deepak liked the shape of my butt formed over my sari-cover as more and more of its contour was getting exposed as his fingers tried to push my sari deeper into my ass crack over my panty.
Master-ji: What happened? You seem to like Madam’s gaand very much! Ha ha ha…
The laughter seemed to be echoing in the room signifying my mortified state in the hands this tailor-duo.
Deepak: Master-ji, whatever you say, Madam’s back is very special. It’s so firm, yet its butter smooth! What a maal!
I started biting my lips with my teeth and tried my best to ignore such lewd remarks. Though I was trying to ignore everything, my body was unable to do that!
I could feel clearly that Deepak was playing with my buttocks. I felt his thumb pressing deep on my left ass cheek and the rest of the fingers caught the elastic of my panty line over my sari and he started digging the sari deeper into the panty! My body was emitting so much heat already that I had to shuffle mildly. My annoyance was now mixed with exhilaration of this sexy groping. Deepak was taking his time kneading my big round ass with both hands over the cover of my sari and petticoat.
Honestly I was also beginning to get fairly excited from Deepak’s heavy fondling. He was pressing and kneading my buttocks nonstop in the pretext of finding my panty line!
Deepak: Master-ji, found it! Here it is!
Saying that he traced his finger on my smooth butt skin over my sari along the edge of my panty. My excitement was added to by every movement of Deepak’s crafty hands
and my whole body started releasing so much heat now that I felt like removing my sari and stand in my petticoat and blouse only!
Master-ji: Where? Let me see.
I could sense Master-ji also congregating with Deepak near my gaand. He also bent down to have his face near my flaring ass. As Deepak was continuously touching my butts, I had to mildly wriggle my ass to feel at ease. I knew the scene would look utterly vulgar to wriggle my heavy buttocks under my sari in front of two pairs of hungry eyes, but I could not control myself aside from doing that.
Now I clearly felt another hand touching my gaand!
Master-ji: Hmm. O-k-a-y. Madam, let me trace it fully, then I will know exactly how much it’s covering you.
There was practically no need to tell me anything as I had succumbed to this already. He removed Deepak’s hand off my left ass cheek and directly touched and pressed me there. I could invariably feel that Master-ji’s hand was bolder than his apprentice. He immediately pinched my ass as if signaling me that it was ‘his’ hand. Deepak’s fingers were still resting on my panty line on my right buttock.
My sari and petticoat were not thick enough to give me adequate protection from these hungry hands. Thus Master-ji also, like Deepak, could easily grip my panty elastic over with two to three fingers of his hand. Master-ji started moving his fingers down my left buttock following my panty line. At this point I was trembling in sexual stimulation as he continued to trace my panty line and moved down… and down… and down till he reached my ass crack! I could not bear that sexy hot wave jerking my body and reacted.
Me: Aah! Ouch! What… what are you doing Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, madam just be patient for a moment. My checking is almost over.
I shuffled standing in the same position and felt like parting my legs in horniness and created a slight gap in between my legs (honestly to accommodate his hand down my gaand). Though I got a momentary relief from this sexy uneasiness, but Master-ji started a new ‘inspection’!
He removed his hand off my gaand tracing fully my panty line till my ass crack. I exhaled a sigh of relief only to find myself left with a wide, open mouth as I felt Master-ji exposing his palm fully and giving me a very tight squeeze on my left buttock. My nipples instantly reacted to it and were fully upright within my bra. Automatically whatever little shame was left in me evaporated, and I brazenly began to massage my juicy boobs over my sari and blouse and also outset swaying my heavy hips slowly in elation.
I didn’t know whether Master-ji and Deepak noticed me doing this very sexy act, but they extracted all honey out of my full-grown ass with their hands.
This went on for some more moments and finally when he stopped my sari naturally got bunched up along his finger into my deep ass crack between my thighs.
Master-ji: Okay done.
Deepak: So, Master-ji, was I right or wrong?
Master-ji: Yes Deepak, I was mistaken. You were right.
Saying that he again pinched my bottom and this time a prolonged one, as if he was squeezing the cheeks of a little girl with two fingers! I was breathing heavily in ecstasy, but still tried to get back my composure.
Master-ji: Madam, I must say you are quite different from my other customers!
Though still there were two hands on my sari-covered gaand, fortunately for the moment they were mostly stationary.
Me: What… I mean how?
I asked in a husky voice.
Master-ji: Madam, have you ever checked your back in the mirror after wearing a panty?
What a noble question! Ignoring the irritation I wetted my lips and initiated to deliver replies blatantly!
Me: Hmm. Of course, but… but why?
I could instantly feel there was a stir in the hand positions of Master-ji and Deepak, both, as I replied. Though I said ‘of course’, but very frankly I hardly get a chance to check myself in the mirror at home wearing only my undergarments. Our bathroom mirror gives only a bust view and so I have to come to the bedroom to check my full figure, and getting out of the bathroom only in my inner wears is out of question. And even if I do that, if Rajesh was around, he would definitely not allow me to check myself in the mirror, rather I would end up in his strong arms, and not to mention would certainly lose my undergarments also in a flash.
Master-ji: If that is so, you are an exception Madam, as none of my customers would allow so much exposure of their globes beneath their sari.
I was bowled over again! What does this old man trying to indicate? Am I a saucy woman? I immediately tried to improve my position in front of my tailor that ‘I am not like that’.
Me: No, no Master-ji, actually after I wear it, I make sure to stretch it properly over my back so that I look decent… I mean … so that I feel decent under my sari.
Master-ji: But Madam, just see. Your panty line is here…
Saying that he traced my panty line again on left ass cheek and this time pressed his finger with force on my firm ass flesh to show me the position.
Master-ji: Madam, its just four to five fingers from your crevice and the whole of your left bun is bare… I mean not covered by your panty.
Me: It… it must have shifted while…
Master-ji: Okay. But still I think that you keep a lot of your gaand exposed outside your panty Madam.
Deepak: Master-ji, Madam has such a nice treasure, why should she keep it wholly under cover?
Master-ji: No, no. That’s okay. But I was only saying that my other customers…
I had to object to Deepak’s derogative remark.
Me: What do you mean? I do it deliberately?
Deepak: No, no Madam. I just said it casually. You told naa… after wearing it you stretch it max over your gaand… What else can you do?
Master-ji: Right! If there is a defect in the panty itself, nothing can be done.
I felt better at this compromising tone of Deepak.
Deepak: So Master-ji, this is the core reason for Madam’s problem?
Master-ji: Obviously. Look at the open portion…
Saying that he created a gap between his thumb and middle finger and tried to show Deepak the distance over my ass flesh, which was outside my panty cover.
Deepak: You cannot even cover it with your fingers!
My face was all red again and listening to that probably Master-ji tried even harder to cover my ass cheek with his fully stretched fingers.
Me: Aaah!
I anxiously reacted as his whole palm with his fingers fully extended rested on the right side of my gaand. I was also feeling wetness in my pussy and drops now began to trickle out of my honey pot into my panty. And as expected, he cupped my very firm ass flesh with his whole palm giving me a forceful squeeze. He must have enjoyed that to the hilt and Deepak also was all along feeling the smoothness of my round right globe under my sari. I attempted to put a full stop to this ‘never-ending’ lewd encounter.
Me: Whatever Master-ji, you just stitch me the proper size.
Master-ji: Come on Madam! That’s the only reason I am checking. Deepak, just remember to put two inches of additional back cover for Madam.
Deepak shifted his fingers on my right ass cheek slightly as if to check how much will be covered of my ass if that additional cloth is appended to my panty.
Deepak: Will that be enough Master-ji? Have you checked this part, it’s so tight and bouncy! I fear the panty might slip again.
Tight and bouncy? Deepak was referring to the middle portion of my ass cheek and poking his finger to check the elasticity of my ass flesh! I felt like getting drowned in a glass of water in shame. These two were taking an exam of all my womanly shame and self-respect.
Master-ji: Which portion? The middle? Hmm.
He paused and I felt Master-ji’s thumb poking into my left ass cheek very directly and the old fox obviously did not miss the chance to again squeeze my big round flesh with his other fingers enjoying every bit of suppleness and smoothness of my gorgeous ass. I was getting increasingly heated up and my buttocks were also emitting substantial heat by now. I was sure both Master-ji and Deepak were clearly able to sense that over my loins. Naturally I was all the more waggling my ass, as I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and sexually excited.
Master-ji: Madam, I must compliment you. At your age and even after marriage you have such a tight gaand.
Deepak: Master-ji, also think of her husband, he s-o-o lucky.
Master-ji: Ha ha. Of course Beta.
Deepak: He can touch this g-a-a-n-d all day, all night…
Master-ji: Don’t talk like an idiot Deepak. He must be attending office or having a business. How can he touch her all day? Ha ha ha.
Deepak also joined the laughter roar to this crude low-grade joke and almost simultaneously both gave me tight squeezes on my gaand cupping my tight flesh from over my sari to make me pant like a traveler without water in the desert.
I was amazed to see the courage of these two males. Petty tailors - commenting like that! Moreover, freely cupping my hips at their will just because I was in a compromised state. If this was not the ashram, a tight slap would teach this Deepak a lesson. How dare he remark “He can touch this gaand all day, all night…”!
Me: Ah! Ouch!
My excitement was getting over my irritation time and again. The way these two males were pressing me at that very sensitive spot, I was behaving almost like a randi, pressing my boobs, shuffling, and also wriggling my heavy gaand under my sari. Both males were now at random poking and digging their fingers deep into the middle of my ass cheeks over my sari and petticoat to check the firmness of my buttocks. My lips were drying up every now and then and my nipples were extremely taut now eagerly waiting to be freed and twisted.
I closed my eyes visualizing the vulgarity the scene was exhibiting – two males in almost squatting position caressing my gaand over my sari and myself was swaying my ass and pressing my boobs and tracing my nipples over my tight blouse under my sari pallu. This bawdy affair went on for a few more minutes till Master-ji remarked, “Okay Madam, we are done”!
So kind of him, I thought.
Master-ji: Deepak, I think two and three quarter inch of additional fabric with elastic stitching on both edges will solve Madam’s problem.
Deepak: As you feel right Master-ji.
Both males stood up and I immediately took a step forward to get rid of the two hands till then constantly cajoling my ass flesh.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, at last we are finally done! I will be back with your dress and the undergarments by 09:00 p.m. here again. Since the Maha-yagya start time is around 11:00 p.m., we will have substantial time if you need any further correction in your outfit.
Me: Uff! Okay Master-ji.
I took a deep breath and my whole body was aching now because I got the male touch concentrated on my bottoms only for an extended period of time. I adjusted my pallu and straightened the sari over my buttock curve and tried to look decent. Deepak was quick enough to gather the tailoring bits and pieces into his bag and they bid me ‘good bye’ promising to get back by 9 at night.
Even after the tailor-duo disappeared from my room, I stood like a statue for some time trying to realize what I underwent in the last one hour or so and what’s in store for me additionally. I went to the toilet and washed my face, neck, and arms with cold water and tried my best to get out of my horny feelings. I did not even wipe my face and was back in the room and jumped into the bed. I allowed my pussy to discharge some fluids in my panty and then attempted to get myself out of these ‘hot’ feelings.
I was successful after sometime and then endeavored to be prepared mentally for the Maha-yagya. I closed my eyes and concentrated on it though I found it very hard. At one point I started feeling very sleepy and decided to sleep for a while. I just raised my waist from my lying position and inserted my hands inside my sari and petticoat and got out of my panty, which was having some wet spots in the front. I threw it to the room corner and went for the nap.
I did not know how long I slept, but my sleep was interrupted by knocks at the door. Nirmal was at the door.
Nirmal: Afternoon Madam. Sleeping at this hour?
I somehow resisted laughing looking at the face of this short-statured personality. I did not know why every time his very look made me amused.
Me: No actually got late with Master-ji giving the measurements, so…
Nirmal: I see. Actually Guru-ji passed you this book. Madam, you get fresh and I will bring tea for you. Then you can go through the book.
That was a good idea. I was still feeling somewhat sleepy and as I felt a slight itch around my pussy area, I instantly remember that I was not wearing the panty. I looked from the corner of my eye to the room corner to find it lying in a curled up fashion. Thank God! Nirmal had not noticed that. But certainly his eyes were roving along my bust-line under my sari pallu, though the fact remained that his height was such that his eye level was at my bust-line.
Nirmal: Madam, Guru-ji also told to inform you that you should be ready for the Maha-yagya by 11 p.m. Though that’s a lot of time from now, I still made you aware.
Me: Okay, thanks.
He went away and I immediately almost sprinted to the corner of the room to pick up my panty and kept it in the cupboard. I was feeling better without the panty and decided to remain pantyless, as I would be confined to my room only. Nirmal was back in a couple of minutes and by that time I used the conveniences. After I finished tea, I took the book and glanced through it. It had subjects like Linga Puja, Yoni Puja, Stree Puja and so on with their vivid descriptions and narration.
I was glued to the book for fairly long time and was engrossed in the detailed yagya processes, and was curiously reading the extracted verses from the Purana, like this excerpt, which I found pretty interesting:
Dialog between Parvati the great Goddess and Lord Shiva:
The Ten Mahavidyas, these are listed in the third patala of Yoni Tantra as Kali, Tara, Sodasi, Chinnamastaka, Bhagalamukhi, Matangi, Bhuvaneshvari, Mahalakshmi and associated with the different parts of the yoni. This list of the Mahavidyas differs from that in Todala Tantra.
One becomes Kalika’s son and renowned. Devi is at the base of the yoni and Naganandini is in the yoni. Kali and Tara are in the yoni cakra and Chinnamastaka in the hair. Bagalamukhi and Matangi are on the rim of the yoni. Mahalakshmi, Shodashi and Bhuvaneshvari are within the yoni. By worshipping the yoni one certainly worships Sakti.
The MahaVidya, mantra and preparation of the mantra do not bestow siddhi without worship of the yoni. One should bow thrice before the yoni with a flower, Mahesvari, else the puja of a man is useless even in 1000 lifetimes. Guru is clearly Siva and his partner is the true form of the goddess.
One should only couple with the yoni that bleeds.
Dearest, if by good fortune one is partner to a Brahmin girl, one should worship her yoni tattva. Otherwise, worship other yonis. When we speak of Brahmin, her we speak about those who are Brahmin by birth based on Astrology, and not because one is born in a Brahmin home.
Candali, Lady of Hosts, the foremost one, is the center of the yoni. By worshipping in this way, one becomes my equal, most certainly. What use are meditations, reciting mantras, giving gifts or kula nectars? O Durga, without yoni worship, all are fruitless.
Seated on the peak of Mount Kailasha, the god of gods,the guru of all creation, was questioned by Durga-of-the-Smiling-Face, Naganandini. Lord, 64 tantras have been created. Tell me, Ocean of Compassion, about the chief of these. Mahadeva said: Listen, dearest Parvati, to this great secret. You have asked to hear this 10 million times.
Beauteous One, it is because of your feminine nature that you continually ask me. You should conceal this by every effort. Parvati, there is mantra pitha, yantra pitha and yoni pitha. Amongst these, the chief is certainly the yoni pitha, revealed to you from affection. Naganandini, listen closely! Hari, Hara and Brahma---- the gods of creation, maintenance and destruction----all originate in the yoni.
A person should not worship the yoni if he does not have the Sakti mantra. This initiation and mantra is the deliverer from hell. I am Mityunjaya, beloved of your yoni. Surasundari, I always worship Durga in my heart lotus. This liberates the mind from distinctions such as Divya and vira. O Lady Goddess! worshipping in this manner, liberation is placed within a person’s reach.
A yoni worshipper should prepare the Sakti mantra. He gains wealth, poesy, wisdom and omniscience. He becomes the four-faced Brahma for one hundred million eons.
What is the use of talking! To speak of this avails naught. If a person worships with menstrual flowers, he also has power over fate. Doing much puja in this way, he may become liberated.
The fruit of doing puja to the great yoni, deliverer from the ocean of misery, is life and enhanced vitality. The yoni which has bled is suitable for worship. Do not worship a yoni which has never bled. Worshipping a yoni which has never bled causes loss of siddhi on every occasion
In the absence of the yoni of a maiden or a beautiful woman, worship the yoni of a sister or of a female pupil. Worship the yoni daily, otherwise pronounce the mantra. Do not perform useless puja without yoni puja.
ParvatÌ said: Ocean of Compassion, by what method should the yoni, which is the essence of the cosmos, to be worshipped? If you or a sadhaka should worship a yoni, how does it bestow grace? Speak of this to me! I want to hear all of this because of my great curiosity.
Mahadeva said: A sadhaka wishing to worship a yoni, which is the form of the cosmos, should cause an erection and insert it into that thing which is Sakti Herself. The vagina is Mahamaya and the penis is Sadasiva. Worshipping them, one becomes liberated while still alive, there is no doubt of it. One should offer bali, flowers and so forth. If incapable of this, worship with wine, O Durga. One should do pranayama and my six limbed puja in the yoni region. After reciting the mantra 100 times at the base of the yoni, one should rub the linga and the yoni together.
I have thereby declared the manner of proceeding for all sadhakas. Devesi, never reveal this tantra! Do not give it to the disciple of another or to the undevoted. Mahadevi, the Yoni Tantra is revealed from love for you.
If a person should gaze at a yoni while ritually bathing, his life becomes fruitful. There is no doubt of this. One should look at one’s partner’s yoni, at another woman’s yoni, the yoni of a maiden----in the absence of a maiden’s yoni one should gaze reverentially at the yoni of a pupil.
Liberation is achieved through enjoyment. Happiness is gained through enjoyment. Therefore, by every effort, a sadhaka should become an enjoyer. The wise man should always avoid blame, disgust or shame of the yoni. Unless the yoni is worshipped using the Kulachara method, even
one hundred thousand sadhanas are useless.
If one should lick the elixir at the edge of the yoni, evil in one’s body or dwelling place is certainly destroyed. What point is there to bathing in the Ganges or in other tirthas? Dearest, in this matter relating to a powerful sadhaka always worshipping the vagina, what use is there of many words?
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifically to the yoni, the core of the universe, is within reach of liberation.
Listen, O one-dear-to-me-as-life, of the destruction of the mental predisposition of pashas. Worship a nubile yoni in a highly ecstatic way.
Whosoever in this Kali Yuga recites mantra in a supremely devoted way specifically to the yoni, the core of the universe, is within reach of liberation. Amongst thousands of sadhakas and tens of millions of worshippers, fortunate are they who do Kali sadhana. Kali is the Mother of the Universe and of all Shastra, quite certainly. Remembering Kali frees one from the fetters of a pasu. After reciting Kali’s great mantra, one becomes Kali’s son, there is no doubt. This is true, true, true, true without question.
Just as for Kali, so also for the vidyas and rules of Tripura, Shodashi, Bhuvaneshvari, China-Tara, Mahalakshmi, Matangi, Sundari, Bhairavi, Dakshina and Tarini. Success cannot be achieved save with the method of Chinachara. Whatever mantra one is initiated into, this is the best method. Devoid of this sacred trust, one becomes unsuccessful and therefore is reborn again.
That which is written in this Yoni Tantra all sadhakas should accomplish according to their own wills. Mahesani, meditate as being absorbed in the yoni cakra, with yoni on the tongue, yoni in the mind, yoni in the ears and yoni in the eyes. Mighty Lady, all sadhana is vain unless with the yoni. Therefore, reject other pujas and do Yoni Puja. Mahesani, there is no siddhi without devotion to the Guru.
I did not notice how time went by and after going through the book, I was washing my face when Master-ji and Deepak reappeared. It was quarter to 9.
Master-ji: Madam, we are back! All ready with your dress.
I dried up my face, combed my hair lightly, and then took the dress packet from Master-ji’s hand and sat on the bed to see it. Master-ji also came forward and sat on my bed, Deepak was standing opposite to us. I was feeling somewhat awkward within myself as I pantyless within my sari in front of two males though there was no chance of them knowing that fact. I opened the packet and there was another small transparent packet, which I kept aside initially. I took out the choli and the skirt; both looked glistening white and the fabric had a truly velvety appearance and it felt real good to touch them. As expected both looked awfully small for my developed 28-year-old figure and I would look outrageously sexy in that mini outfit. Then I opened the other small packet and predictably it contained my undergarments. I was specifically interested in the bra, as it was a strapless variety, which I had never worn before, but felt a bit shy to check that in front of them.
Master-ji: Madam, You better give a trial of everything. I think all should be okay the way I have taken measurement.
He said the last few words looking at my eyes. I quickly shifted my gaze in shame and hurried to the toilet. Since I was pantyless, I could realize my heavy gaand was swaying more inside my sari as I tried to walk swiftly.
Me: Please wait Master-ji.
Master-ji: Sure Madam.
I closed the toilet door and immediately felt the same problem as I had faced on the very first day coming to ashram with Sanjeev. That day also I had to give him my clothes and since there was no hook or rod in the bathroom for keeping clothes, I had to keep them on the door top, which was probably made short from the door frame for that purpose only!
Not again! I thought. But had to keep my new Maha-yagya dress on the door top as I started to open my sari first. As the toilet floor was mostly wet I had to stand very close to the door. I kept the sari on the door top and could well realize that Master-ji and Deepak must be watching the door top. They knew for sure now that I was only clad in my blouse and petticoat inside the toilet. Next I started unbuttoning my blouse and then unhooked my brassiere. My big, round, youthful boobs popped out of my bra and undulated a bit being free. Naturally my nipples started to get hard, as my mammaries were completely bare now. I swallowed my breath, as I heaped my used bra and blouse above my sari on the door top, while knowing rather well that both males would now knew that I was standing in the toilet in a topless state now. Just then!
Master-ji: Madam, are they okay? Have you tried them?
I felt so irritated at this superfluous question because I knew perfectly that they were aware that I had not taken any of the newly stitched fabric from the door top, so no question of trying them. I was silent for the moment and I heard a second call, now Deepak!
Deepak: Madam, any problem?
I felt they wanted me to reply in my topless condition from inside the bathroom.
Me: Give me a minute please.
As I replied, out of reflex, my right hand went as a protective shield over my firm naked boobs.
Master-ji: Okay, okay Madam. Take your time. I am more anxious than you. Ha ha ha…
In my hurry to cover my boobs, I dragged the bra and the panty at one go off the door top. Though I was quite safe within the toilet, still I felt tongue-tied talking in that state. I decided to hold the newly stitched panty in between my teeth, as there was no place to keep it and started wearing the bra. The white colored bra looked weird and scanty with no regular straps, and so looked I clad only in my petticoat with the panty hanging from my mouth!
I was initially unsure how to wear this strapless one, but realized that I have to fit the cups properly over my breasts and then plug the hooks at the bottom. It took some time, but I managed at length to fit it properly over my jiggling boobs and clasped the three hooks at the back. Though the whole of my upper chest and a lot of cleavage were visible, but I was at least pleased to note that the cups covered my big round milk-pots adequately. I also felt very comfortable with fabric of this bra, which was extremely smooth and soft.
I now quickly untied the knot at my waist of my petticoat and dropped it to the floor, and since I was not wearing a panty below, became completely naked down my trunk. I quickly took the panty off my teeth and entered my legs one by one into it. Just then, again!
Master-ji: Madam, sorry to interrupt, but could you manage the bra? Since it is a new variety for…
Me: Yes, yes. It’s perfectly okay.
Master-ji: Good, good. And have your tried the panty Madam?
I had to answer something to this irritating question.
Me: Yes.
Master-ji: Is it okay?
Me: Wait.
I had not yet completed wearing the panty when I replied and now dragging it up till my waist. The panty looked bigger in size for sure and I appreciated the cuts as they fitted comfortably on my groins and certainly my big bottoms looked more covered than ever. The panties that I had been using kept a fair amount of my ass flesh bare under my sari or salwar-kamiz, but this panty was amply covering my gaand and I definitely felt better. The elastic on the sides also looked nice and tightly fitted. I had to appreciate Master-ji’s tailoring skills wearing this newly stitched panty. The feel was very comfortable and it fitted very adequately on my big spherical ass.
Me: It’s perfect Master-ji.
Master-ji: Fitting?
Me: Also Very good.
Probably for the first time my voice sounded joyous wearing this new panty. I was aware that I was not wearing anything except my undies while I was answering Master-ji. So, I briskly snatched the skirt off the door top and unsurprisingly it was very short and my marble-like fair thighs remained totally exposed.
Master-ji: How is the skirt fitting? Okay?
I was aware that he must have noticed that the skirt had vanished off the toilet door and he guessed I must have been wearing the skirt now.
Me: Hmm.
Master-ji: You don’t sound too satisfied Madam. Any problem with the skirt in particular?
Me: No, no. The fitting is okay. I am still concerned about its… short length.
Master-ji: Oho! That’s there I know. But instead you should feel lucky Madam.
Me: Why?
I replied while I was about to wear the choli now over my strapless bra.
Master-ji: Madam, a few years back women participating in Maha-yagya had to be… bilkul nangi!
Deepak: Really Master-ji?
I heard Deepak poking his nose scenting the spice.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, this is a sacred place and you must not see it from a different angle.
Deepak: Sorry Master-ji.
Master-ji: I am also of course not allowed in the Maha-yagya, but I saw one lady coming out of the holy tub last year because I was around.
Deepak: Nangi?
Honestly I was feeling inquisitiveness within myself. What was in store for me I wondered!
Master-ji: Yes Deepak.
Deepak: You mean to say you saw a married woman like Madam coming out of that tub in the middle of the ashram – NANGI?
Master-ji: I told you Deepak…
Deepak: No, no, I was just… curious Master-ji!
Master-ji: Madam, have you tried the choli?
I as if woke up and started wearing the choli and this time I was quite amazed the way my blouse kept half of my boobs exposed. As I buttoning up I could see the square neckline of my blouse kept the upper parts of both my oozing globes open and when I completed buttoning I was shocked to note that the neckline passed just above my bra cup. Moreover, the topmost hook of my blouse was also not getting fixed, as the thread loop was so small. So part of my white strapless brassiere also remained visible above my blouse along with a clear more than one-inch cleavage.
Me: Master-ji…
I did not find enough words to express my problem.
Master-ji: Yes, Madam?
Me: Just a minute.
I decided to get out of the bathroom and then converse with Master-ji. Before doing that I stepped to the life size mirror in the toilet and looked at me. I was looking horribly sexy in that outfit to tell the least. I tried to adjust my blouse a bit, but failed, as it was absolutely fitting on my copious globes.
I opened the toilet door and got out. Deepak expectedly was ecstatic seeing me in that sexy dress.
Deepak: Ai la! Madam, you look great in this all white costume.
I ignored his comment and pointed the top hook of my blouse to Master-ji.
Me: Master-ji, I can’t fix this one.
Master-ji: Why? What happened Madam?
I took both my hands to the middle of my undulating chest area and tried to put the hook again into the loop, but failed again, as the thread loop was very small. Master-ji came near me.
Master-ji: Madam, don’t try too hard, the thread will break.
I looked up. He was looking at my exposed cream-colored cleavage along with the sides of my boobs popping up above my tight bra.
Master-ji: Let me try.
As I removed my hands of my blouse, Master-ji’s hands brushed my tight rotund mangoes encased in that short blouse. Unlike me, Master-ji was able to put the hook into the loop and closed the top of my blouse.
Me: Thanks Master-ji.
I felt better as my bra was no longer visible now though my boob flesh was pretty much exposed at the top.
Master-ji: Madam, what about your bra fittings? Comfortable?
Me: Yes, yes okay.
Master-ji: You must be feeling a bit tighter? Since this blouse is devoid of straps, it would naturally be tighter on you Madam.
He directly wanted to indicate me that I must be feeling tighter on my boobs wearing this bra.
Me: No, I mean… yes, but its okay.
Master-ji: Anyway, Deepak, give Madam her extra-covers.
I was somewhat taken aback. Extra-covers? What was that? I remembered I heard that term in cricket commentary, but what has that to do here any way, I wondered.
I noticed Deepak taking out two small round pieces of red cloth from his pocket and handed over to me.
Me: What’s this?
Master-ji: Madam, see. Since the fabric of your choli as well as the bra is not very thick, this will act as additional covers for your intimate parts.
I was sure by “intimate parts” he must be meaning my mammaries. But… I again looked at my hands. The size of the two red cloths was quite small to be additional cup covers put inside my bra. Then? I was puzzled and tried to confirm.
Me: Master-ji… I mean… I guess these are meant to be put inside.
Master-ji: Obviously Madam.
Me: But… but don’t you think they are too small?
Master-ji: You need a bigger size?!
Master-ji visibly looked surprised.
Me: Yes.
I remarked quite emphatically.
Master-ji: But Madam, are you absolutely sure?
I could well realize now that some link must have been missing in our dialogue.
Me: Master-ji, tell clearly, what’s these meant for?
Master-ji: Madam, actually as I said, since your bra fabric is quite thin, I gave you those extra-covers to be used to as nipple shields so that you do not look indecent at any point of time.
I was purely stunned listening to that. I felt so ashamed in the presence of two males gaping at me and myself standing with the ‘nipple covers’ in my hand that I just kept dumb looking at the floor.
Master-ji: Madam, that’s why I was surprised when you said you needed a still bigger size. Ha ha ha …
I was red like a tomato instantly at my foolishness.
Deepak: Madam, here is the watery adhesive, which will keep the extra-covers in place.
Saying that he handed me a small glass homeopathy bottle, which contained a transparent fluid.
Master-ji: Madam, it’s not sticky, so you will not feel uncomfortable, but would hold stick to your nipples.
I could only murmur a weak “okay”.
Master-ji: Madam, so no problems with the skirt and your panty naa?
I nodded my head to indicate they are pretty fine.
Master-ji: We will make a move then Madam.
Me: Okay Master-ji.
Master-ji: Wish you a successful Maha-yagya Madam.
Me: Thanks.
Master-ji: I will send the additional panties that I will stitch for you via Deepak. Okay?
Me: Okay. Bye Master-ji.
Deepak and Master-ji went off and I stood in the room wearing that super-hot dress looking like the vamp of a Hindi film. I locked the door and went back to the toilet as the mirror was there. As I looked at my exposed body, I tried to make up my mind to stand like that in front of the ashram males. The fear of Maha-yagya was also gripping on me, as the result of that would decide my fate. My mother-in-law, my husband, my other relatives - all must be awaiting a positive result and so was I.
I checked my figure from all angles and I realized it was a futile exercise to cover myself properly with that scanty dress. I went back to bedroom and was still trying hopelessly how I looked if I sit or stoop. I was only advertising vulgarity and this Maha-yagya paridhan was oozing out sensuality with every movement of mine. I finally got out of it and wore my sari again. I had my dinner and in the interim Nirmal did come and collect my Maha-yagya dress (of course the bra and panty included) for sterilization when he also informed me about reporting to Guru-ji at 10:30 p.m.
10:30 p.m. My heart was pounding already and naturally I was very, very anxious as I started to make a move to Guru-ji’s room. I was clad in my usual ashram code sari as I entered Guru-ji’s room. As I opened the door of the room, it was all smoky inside. I could see Guru-ji sitting in a meditation pose and there was no one else.
Guru-ji: Come Anita. The climax of your treatment has arrived.
His heavy voice was as if reverberating in the room. He was wearing a fully red outfit; honestly I was having a sensation of frightfulness within me in that setting.
Guru-ji: Anita, have faith on Linga Maharaj and have self-confidence so that you are blessed with a child through this Maha-yagya. I am just the medium beti; HE will do the needful for you. Jai Linga Maharaj!
Me: Jai Linga Maharaj!
I uttered in a weak voice. Guru-ji probably noted that.
Guru-ji: Anita, why are so sounding so vulnerable? You have covered most of the path for your treatment successfully. You should definitely sound more emphatic.
Me: Ji Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Tell again, Jai Linga Maharaj!
I repeated that trying to leave aside all my anxiousness.
Guru-ji: That’s better Anita. Now, let me brief you about the Maha-yagya. The first thing for you of course is to get a bath and be in the Maha-yagya paridhan. Then we will have the yagya started.
Me: Okay Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: After that there is the ‘Mantra Dan’, ‘Ashram Parikrama’ and then ‘Chandrama Aradhana’. Moon as you know is the fertility god and hence the worship. And finally we will get into the Yoni Puja.
My heart started beating faster as I heard that term again “Yoni”. It was there in the book that I was reading before coming here. Just then Sanjeev and Uday entered the room.
Guru-ji: Come, come. Anita, in the whole yagya process today Uday and Sanjeev would accompany you as necessary. And I will of course be there for you.
I looked at them and they both smiled at me, but I did not like the way Guru-ji told the last couple of words - ‘for you’. All three men were looking at me and I felt a bit embarrassed at that.
Sanjeev: Madam, here are your clothes.
I noticed earlier that Sanjeev was holding a packet in his hand; now I realized he was carrying my Maha-yagya paridhan.
Guru-ji: Uday, can you call Meenakshi please?
Uday: Sure Guru-ji.
Guru-ji: Anita, once Meenakshi comes you get in to take the bath.
I wondered why did Guru-ji call Meenakshi. What has that to do with my bath?
Meenakshi: Yes Guru-ji?
Guru-ji: Take her for the bath.
Without wasting any more time, Meenakshi signaled through her eyes to follow her. I walked past Guru-ji with the dress packet in my hand and entered the attached toilet behind Meenakshi. Even as a woman my eyes got attracted to her swinging heavy buttocks within her sari as she walked only a few steps to the bathroom!
Then came the surprise for me. I saw Meenakshi closed the door with herself being inside the bathroom with me!
Me: Will you be…?
Meenakshi: Yes Madam. I will bathe and prepare you for the Maha-yagya.
I thanked my fortune that Guru-ji at least elected Meenakshi for this purpose and not any male. That would have been really embarrassing for me, as I could not have protested Guru-‘s directive. The toilet was highly illuminated with high power bulbs and everything looked so very bright inside. I noted there was a bucket full of rose water and a big soap case beside it. A towel was already hanging from the hook of the door. Meenakshi took the packet from my hand and pulled out the choli, skirt, and my undergarments and kept on the other hooks.
Meenakshi: Have you tried these?
Me: Yes, but they are so very exposing…
Meenakshi: True Madam, but you should agree that it’s better than performing the Maha-yagya fully naked, which is the actual norm.
I could not hide my curiosity.
Me: Do you really mean it? Have you seen…
Meenakshi: Of course Madam, its only three to four years back that practice was there.
Me: But, that would be very… in front of so many males…
Meenakshi: Madam, the focus has to be constant. You should only look at your goal and not on the material aspects. You might feel to be acting shamelessly, but when you achieve motherhood you will not repent I can bet.
Me: You sound so much like Guru-ji!
I nodded and exchanged smiles with her. While I was talking, I had already opened my sari and blouse and was unfastening my brassiere. Meenakshi helped me to unclasp the hooks of my bra at the back and my two attractive milk-jugs popped up being free. The bright lighting arrangement in the toilet was surely making me hesitant, as I had never got naked in such an illuminated ambiance especially as a grownup. I remembered the time of diksha when I took my bath in this same toilet, but then I was alone, but this time Meenakshi was with me. That probably was making me more tentative. I also instantly remembered my honeymoon trip where in the hotel’s attached bathroom Rajesh persuasively stripped me naked and we together had bath in the shower. There also I forcefully made sure to switch off the light in the toilet while we took the bath. But this was too much, it was as if undressing in broad daylight in front of another female.
I was fully nude by that time and I could read Meenakshi’s appreciating eyes roving on my bare hourglass figure and she was giving a meaningful smile.
Meenakshi: Madam, first a little worship to the Linga Maharaj and then you need to wet your body fully…
Saying that she herself was in the praying pose and I followed suit. My only prayer was of course to get pregnant.
After that I saw her opening the soap case, which was definitely larger than any soap case I had seen. I noticed there were three items in the case, viz. an odd looking elongated structure, which looked like a Linga replica, an oil bottle, and a few litmus like small square shaped blue papers. As I poured water from the bucket on my body, I nearly jumped up!
Me: Uuuuh! It’s so cold!
The water was extremely cold as if like ice.
Meenakshi: Madam, the herbs and the chemicals mixed with the water have made it so cold, but you derive other values from it.
Me: Okay, but its icy cold. Uuuuh!
As I started pouring water on my body, I noted Meenakshi taking out the contents off the soap case.
Me: What are those Meenakshi?
Meenakshi: Madam, this is the soap, this the oil as you can see, and these are tags to be placed on your body.
Though I was not fully clear about the last item, but before I could inquire Meenakshi changed the topic.
Meenakshi: Madam, your hairs down there look so dense. You don’t shave your pussy, isn’t it?
She winked at my choot. I felt a bit awkward to this sudden direct question though we females do discuss these issues quite openly amongst ourselves, but since Meenakshi was not a friend or relative of mine, I was feeling shy.
Me: No… I mean yes, I don’t shave.
Meenakshi: You don’t even trim?
Me: Yes, yes, though not regularly.
Meenakshi: Hmm, that’s why it looks so dense!
We both exchanged smiles.
Meenakshi: Madam, you soap your frontals and I will help you do the back.
I took the soap from her; it looked so very strange, just like an elongated penis with a bulb at the top! I started soaping the anterior part of my body.
Meenakshi: Your boobs look so very firm Madam even after marriage.
I blushed a little while soaping my body as Meenakshi helped with some more water to have the lather easily. As I made every movement my full sized mammaries jiggled and undulated being totally free. Within minutes I completed soaping my neck, shoulders, boobs, abdomen, and genitals. I had to admit that the fragrance of this soap was unique and very gripping.
Meenakshi: Let me do your legs Madam. You don’t have to stoop.
If I had to stoop and soap my legs, my big boobs would hung in the air in a very embarrassing manner and hence I thanked her in my mind while handing the soap. She started rolling and rubbing the soap over my smooth, fair thighs and the touch of another hand, though female, in my thigh area passed a ‘hot wave’ through my body. My already hard nipples got stiff, as Meenakshi slid her hands in between my thighs. She completed lathering my thighs, legs, and feet and then for reasons unknown to me she started rubbing the soap in my pussy area though it was already done by me!
I giggled as she moved her fingers within my thick lathery pussy hairs, but of course enjoyed the touch just over my G-spot. Meenakshi also seemed to be enjoying that and she was playfully parting my pussy hairs as if she was playing a sitar!
Me: Eii! What are you doing?
Meenakshi giggled at my expression and stopped that and stood up laughing.
Meenakshi: Uh! Just see them!
She pointed to my pink nipples, which by that time grew to their full size, looking like two ripe grapes, and stood upright off my round breast surface. I appeared all red in shyness being caught.
Meenakshi: Madam, now please turn back.
I turned my naked back to her and she applied some water and started soaping my back. I noticed the soap was quickly getting smaller and resembled as if an erect penis getting limp while it was slowly ejaculating!
Meenakshi: Madam, the motto is to completely drain out the soap.
Me: I see. It’s lathering out quite easily and heavily too.
Meenakshi: The material is such… one piece is meant for a single person’s bath.
After finishing my entire back and midriff, Meenakshi reached my waist and started rubbing the soap lower. Her slippery hands moved all over my round naked ass cheeks. I was getting increasingly stimulated with the feel of a pair hands moving in circular fashion over my round naked buttocks. At one time I had to squeeze my boobs and nipples once as the act was generating extreme stimulus for me.
Since I was within the toilet and with a female, I did not feel any hesitation to openly press and cuddle my boobs and nipples with my hands to feel relaxed. I could sense Meenakshi’s hands going down my ass crevice to my anus while she was frothing my butts.
Me: Isshhh…
I exclaimed in sheer excitement of her touch.
Meenakshi: Madam, just a minute… Yes, you are now done.
She placed herself just at a distance and I started pouring water on my naked figure and started washing the foam off my body. Within a minute or two my bath was over and she handed me the towel. The towel also seemed to be emitting a nice odor and I took a deep breath as I dried myself up. The whole toilet was filled with the nice scent emitted by the soap and I felt rather refreshed and seemed to have refurbished my energy level at that hour of the night (11 p.m.) inhaling that pleasant fragrance.
I was about to pull my bra and panty off the door hook when Meenakshi interrupted.
Meenakshi: Madam, please wait. I need to oil your body.
The oil was completely off my mind and though I said “okay” to her I was feeling quite shy now to stand absolutely naked in that bright light for some more minutes. Meenakshi opened the oil bottle and I noticed the oil was green in color, must be some herbal extract I thought.
Me: Meenakshi, I can manage that…
Meenakshi: Madam, why would you take the trouble when I am present?
Meenakshi started rubbing the oil on my well-formed shoulders and long arms. Though it was not a massage, but after that cold water bath it was a welcome feel and it definitely soothed my body.
Me: I hope I don’t catch a cold having had the bath at this hour and that too with such cold water.
She smiled a bit and took some oil from the bottle and splashed it in both her palms and came near me. Meenakshi probably realized the shyness I was feeling to stand naked, more so as she was completely dressed.
Meenakshi: Madam, do one thing, you close your eyes while I apply the oil. You will feel better that way I suppose.
Me: Hmm. But do it fast please.
Meenakshi nodded and I closed my eyes. Meenakshi started with my shoulders and then proceeded to my long arms. It was not a massage of course, but then her touch was a welcome present for me after my bath with that icy water. My whole body shivered and jerked as her oily hands cupped and rubbed each of my bouncy boobs and glistened them with oil. Though my eyes were closed I could feel her hands cupping my boob flesh and then she held my nipples with two fingers and slowly twisted them and naturally they were fully erect within the wink of an eye. She rolled and pressed my nipples with her oily fingers and I felt exactly as if my husband’s tongue was playing with them! I tried to shift my attention.
Me: Meenakshi, will this oil not spoil my bra?
Meenakshi: Madam, this is an absolute non-greasy mixture prepared by Guru-ji himself. So, don’t worry.
Me: Okay.
Meenakshi then went down to my belly and completed that and went down to my legs. I was feeling a sense of tickling also as she was moving her hands all over my thighs and legs. Once done I thought she would come to my backside to do the rest, but…
Meenakshi: Madam, please turn back.
Me: Why don’t you come to this side?
Meenakshi: No, no Madam. It will be easier for me to do like this only.
Although I was slightly surprised at her not coming to this side, but I did not think on that too much and turned my back to her. Little did I know that the camera was on this side and all along I was till then facing the camera, which was taping my fully nude frontal portion. Now as I turned my ass to Meenakshi, I was actually showing my big naked gaand to the camera!
Meenakshi continued to rub oil on my back, midriff, two ass cheeks, and the back of my plump thighs and completed the process in another two to three minutes. It seemed to me as if I was standing naked in the bathroom eternally.
Meenakshi: Madam, just a few more seconds, let me place the tags.
Me: Oh yes! I was about to ask you but forgot, what are these tags for?
Meenakshi: Madam, these tags will be on your body and will necessitate during the Maha-yagya.
I opened my eyes and noted that Meenakshi took the blue papers. She came near me and pasted straight on my left nipple and another on my right nipple.
Meenakshi: Madam, there are six orgasm points in our body and I will stuck these litmus papers there only.
Me: But Meenakshi… I mean… what’s the purpose?
After my nipples, she proceeded to my navel and pasted one there. She squatted in front of my pussy to paste one there also! Meenakshi cleaned the small bits of hair and pasted the paper on the left just adjacent to my pussy hole.
Meenakshi: Madam, you need to be a little patient. Everything in Maha-yagya has a purpose of course, but let the right time come, you will know it yourself. Simply don’t worry about these silly things.
“Silly”! She calls it silly! She pasted small papers on my nipples and pussy – how could I just ignore that completely?
She pasted the last two litmus papers on my upper thighs and thus completed the six orgasm points – nipples (2), navel, pussy, and thighs (2).
Meenakshi: Madam, now you wear the Maha-yagya paridhan.
I immediately took my panty off the door hook and started wearing it. Since it looked very odd wearing my undergarments facing her, I just moved a shade away to get dressed.
Meenakshi: Madam, Madam, don’t move away. Please face this side.
My eyebrows rose seeing her persistence about facing that side! She quickly recovered herself. For the first time, I seemed like smelling a rat. I looked at the wall that side; but could not find anything suspicious except the glowing high power bulbs and a lowly placed ventilator. I was still holding my panty in my right hand and my whole body was naked.
Meenakshi: Madam, actually the norm is to face the east side while bathing for the Maha-yagya, that’s why I was just suggesting…
I was more or less convinced by her words and though looking at the ventilator (as there was nothing else to look at on that side) I wore my panty. It seemed to me that there was something in the dark quarters of the ventilator placed quite deep into it, but I did not pay much heed to that and was busy stretching my panty edges over my round ass cheeks and also wore the bra at a brisk pace. My priority was more to cover my intimate parts first and fast too to feel secured.
“Secured” – how oblivious I was! At that moment had I been more curious about the low-level ventilator or pay a little more attention as to why Meenakshi was stressing me to face that wall, I could easily have caught this filthy act. Instead I bathed in front of the camera without a thread on my 28-year-old body and now to wear the panty I bent down slightly and my firm bare milk tanks swung freely in the air, then lifted my legs to get inside the panty – all facing the camera and shot from very close proximity!
Meenakshi: Madam, your extra-covers…
She handed me the small circular red cloth pieces with the adhesive bottle. I glued the small round covers with the adhesive and placed them within my bra just over my two erect nipples.
Me: This bra material though is very comfortable to wear, but rather thin.
Meenakshi: Yes Madam and for that only these extra-covers actually quite handy. I use them often as my nipples are very much swollen.
She smiled shyly while saying that. Meenakshi was a plump matured woman and that she would have cherry-sized swollen nipples was more than obvious, I thought.
Me: But if you wear the normal bra why would you need those?
Meenakshi: Madam, you are a housewife, you can wear a regular bra all the time, but in the ashram there are several pujas, havans, etc. happening where I have to wear only the blouse.
Me: Oh! That’s very embarrassing then.
Meenakshi: Yes, that was the feeling in my initial days, now am habituated because as Guru-ji always says the focus has to be above these petty things.
She paused a bit. I was almost fully dressed now with the choli and the skirt on my body.
Meenakshi: But still Madam, I cannot write off all my womanly shyness. So I use these, which actually prevents my nipple impressions over the blouse to others present around me. You will also find it useful during the yagya.
Me: Okay. So you can see, I really need some protection for my intimate parts.
Meenakshi: Madam, you are looking very sexy as your figure is well accented by this dress.
