Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Manu looked first at the skimpy lace bra and the exposed cleavage, then at the panties, also made of black lace and only slightly bigger then a thong, and finally at her black high-heeled shoes.

“Absolutely,” he grinned. “I think she looks hot.”

“I don’t know,” Sunita said. “I think she looks like a slut. How about it, Rehana? Are you hot, or are you a slut?”

Rehana just stood there, looking at the floor, her mind in turmoil. She was excited. That much was evidenced by the wetness of her panties. She was also nervous, and had no idea how to answer the question. “A slut,” she mumbled finally, her voice almost too soft to be heard.

SLAP! Without warning, Sunita stepped forward and unleashed a viscous slap. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to look at me and answer so I can hear you. Do you understand?” she barked.

The ferocity of the slap stunned Rehana. But slowly, she raised her head and looked into Sunita’s eyes. There were tears trickling down her cheeks. “Yes, ma’am. I understand,” she answered clearly.

“Well, are you a Slut, or aren’t you?”

This time there was no hesitation. In fact, there was even a hint of pride in Rehana’s answer. “Yes, ma’am,” she spoke out boldly. “I am a slut.”

Sunita looked at Manu and smiled. “I think it’s time we finish the job. Would you do the honors?”

“If you don’t mind,” he answered, “I think I’d like to watch you finish what you started.”

Taking a quick step towards Manu, Sunita reached out and gently squeezed what was obviously a very excited cock. She allowed her hand to linger on his big lund for a moment, and smiled at him knowingly. “Yes, I guess you would at that.”

Sunita released Manu and started towards her prey. “Wait,” Manu said suddenly, reaching for a pair of scissors on the credenza. “I think these might help,” he said, handing them to her. “She might have fun telling her young master what happened to her private garments, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes,” Sunita smiled. “I do know what you mean.” She held the scissors gently in her hand and stared at them, quiet for a moment, lost in thought. “In fact, I think I’d really like to have some fun with our married slut,” she said at last. “There’s a ball of packaging rope in the bottom drawer of the table. Could you get it for me, please?”

All of a sudden, Rehana felt her body tensing up, her boldness from moments before giving way to fear. Prasad. She’d forgotten entirely about Prasad. How would she explain this to him? What would he say? What would he do? 

And the rope. What did they need the rope for? As these thoughts raced through her mind, she looked at Sunita. And at Manu. And she suddenly realized that, here she stood, clad only in bra, panties and shoes, in front of two people she’d never even met before. And now they wanted to tie her up.

“Please don’t,please leave me now” she pleaded meekly, looking directly at Sunita.

But Sunita ignored her as she took the rope from Manu, and as she moved slowly behind her slut. Silently, she laid the scissors down on the conference table and unwound the ball of rope. Satisfied that she’d unwound enough rope, she quickly reclaimed the scissors, cut the rope, and returned the scissors to the table.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered sharply, breaking the silence.

“Please,” Rehana pleaded again. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Behind your back,” Sunita ordered again. And slowly, ever so slowly, Rehana began to comply. When the hands were fully behind her at last, Sunita tied the rope first to the slut’s left wrist, and then to the right, making certain that there was very little slack in the line.

Satisfied with her work, she grabbed the scissors and knelt down. Working quickly, she tied Rehana’s ankles together, tossing the excess rope on the table. When she’d finished, she stood up and moved closer to her captive, running the scissors lightly against her cheek and neck.

Rehana shivered at the touch of the scissors against her bare skin, closing her eyes as she felt Sunita’s arms wrap around her. She felt the scissors slide between her breasts, and cringed as she heard the slow cutting of material, signaling the beginning of the end for her finest brassiere. 

And then the bra gave way, and her breasts swung out from each other, still covered by the lacy cups, not yet completely free. She felt goose bumps as the cold blade ran lightly between her tits.


Rehana could feel Sunita’s body as it pressed against her, and she could feel her breath on her neck, and in her ear. Just when Rehana was starting to relax, to feel comfortable, her tormentor released her and backed away slightly. Again, Rehana felt the cold steel against her body, this time on her left shoulder, as the shoulder strap quickly gave way to the closing blades, allowing the cup to fall forward, dangling against her side, leaving the left breast fully revealed.