13-02-2019, 11:17 AM
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: 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.
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