23-12-2018, 03:00 PM
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That dinner was a welcome development for me, because it meant Bela had at least somewhat gone back to normal. Not only was she okay appearing and walking around bottom-less in front of our friendly guest, but there was also a slight spring in her step, showing that she enjoyed it. Shyam seemed less tense too, because he knew that things were okay. He obviously did not know what had happened with Riaz, so for him, the long break in invitations seemed to result from the little action he and my wife had enjoyed together in full sight of me.
For that night, I decided to take a wait and watch approach. I didn't take off Bela's shirt, nor did anything with her. Shyam and I had a few drinks as we admired Bela's naked butt and well groomed pussy, talked about work, and other matters. I wanted to see if, like last time, Bela would take the lead in doing something with Shyam. But she did not. She was like she used to be in the early days of the game, a willing but passive participant.
Shyam went back to his place after dinner. And Bela and I fucked like bunnies right after.
"Did you enjoy our dinner tonight, Bela?" I asked after sex.
"If you enjoyed it, that's what is important to me, ji." she said flatly.
Yet again, an indication that she was totally committing herself to this submissive role. I am sure her own kinky and exhibitionist side was thrilled with the return to dinners with Shyam. But she was couching it in the garb of total obedience.
Over the next few nights, I decided to test out the different boundaries and internal rules of this new total obedience approach. The next evening when I called to tell her we were on her way, she asked me what she should wear. I told her, wear whatever you like, totally your choice.
Shyam must have been a little puzzled when we walked in and she was in a proper sari. To him, it must have seemed like a step backward. The dinner that night was completely respectable. The next evening, a similar call, and her similar question.
"Shyam, what would you like Bela to be wearing tonight?" I asked.
"Sir?"
"My wife....Bela....what should she wear tonight?"
He swallowed nervously.
"Why are you asking me, sir?"
"Just want to know your preference."
"Whatever you and bhabhiji like, sir."
"But still, if you had to choose."
He stared at his feet for a few seconds.
"Something.....western and ......comfortable." the implication in the comfortable was obvious.
I repeated the message to Bela. She said okay.
That night she opened the door in a t-shirt and track-pants, as if telling us silently, this is what she considered comfortable.
The following evening, same call, same question. I was prepared to test the other side of things.
"Nothing." I said.
"As you wish, ji." she quietly said.
And Shyam gulped when she opened the door wearing just her mangalsutra and nothing else. She stayed naked all night, without giving any indication of discomfort.
I am sure Shyam was confused by all these mixed messages, but he was to polite and too intimidated to say or do anything. One day my hot young wife would be fully dressed, another day totally naked. Must have seemed random to him.
One thing I did notice though. That the two nights she had been fully dressed, she had also been relatively passive in bed. And the two nights when she was fully or nearly naked, she was clearly more aroused, came more often, and was much more vocal.
After these few nights of running controlled tests, I was ready for my next major experiment.
-----
The bosses back at head office in Delhi had been asking me to come in whenever there was some lull in activity and make a report on the progress of our new plant. That lull was now about to approach. I thought this work related trip would give me an opportunity to also test something that I had been wondering about for a long time.
The reason Shyam was such a convenient choice for our games was how docile and decent he was. He had almost never made any kind of a move in face of tremendous provocations from me and once from Bela. Bela herself, always docile, had gone into an extra self-enforced level of docility and obedience. Although she had made some moves on her own that one night when she got fingered by Shyam, and then later when she got fucked by that random Riaz fellow, since then, she had become a completely pliant plaything. I had been the only aggressor driving things.
So I was curious to see, how these two docile and subservient individuals would interact in my absence. I was sure that left to themselves, they would just sit back and probably not interact at all. But what if there was just a little initial impetus from me? Where would events go on their own momentum? This work trip gave me an opportunity to test just that.
The day before I had to leave, I had just finished my lunch when Bela called.
"The postman dropped off a big box for you." she said. "Is it work related? Do you want to send a driver to pick it up?"
"No, it's for me. I'll be right home."
I walked over to Shyam's desk. he was on his computer preparing reports.
"Shyam, I need to head home for some work. I will be back in a couple of hours."
"Okay sir."
"Until then, why don't you go to the factory floor and do a full inventory?"
"Already, sir? I just did it two days ago." he said.
"Yes, but as you know, I have to go to Delhi for presentations tomorrow, and you know what sticklers the bosses are for the most up-to-date information."
"Okay, right away, sir." Shyam put on his hard hat, took his tablet and walked out to the factory floor.
I went to the office glass window and made sure he had gone all the way down. Then I went back to his desk and opened the drawer. I had seen him put his keys there everyday, and sure enough, there they were. I quickly pocketed the bunch and headed home.
"It's over there." Bela pointed when I walked in. She was on the couch watching afternoon soaps on TV.
I opened the box and took out a bunch of smaller boxes and read the instructions. They were all small spy-cameras that could easily be hidden around the house. The whole set had cost me a fortune, but I was not about to skimp on something this important.
Bela's eyes followed me as I walked around the living area, putting one camera in a flower pot, another on a high shelf behind a statue, and so on. She had a curious look on her face. I had no intention of hiding my plan from her. But at the same time, I did not intend to give her the full explanation either.
"Bela, just so you know, I am installing these security cameras around the house. In the living room, kitchen, dining area, bedroom."
"Okay." she simply said and pointed to the extra boxes. "What are those for?"
"Those are for Shyam's house."
"Okay." she raised her eyebrows. "Does he know you're installing them?"
"No. It is technically company property, so I don't need her permission." I said. "Would you like me to tell him?"
"Whatever you feel is right, ji." she shrugged and went back to watching TV.
"Hmm. Then don't tell him."
"As you say, ji."
"By the way, today evening, Shyam and I will be working late finishing up the reports for Delhi. So we won't be coming home for dinner. We'll just get something delivered."
She nodded, her eyes still on the TV.
I used Shyam keys to let myself in. I had never actually been inside the house. It was smaller than ours and very sparsely furnished. So it was a bit of a challenge to find spots to hide the cameras in. But I managed somehow. And then I returned to the office.
Shyam was still in the middle of the demanding inventory process on the factory floor. I put his keys back in his drawer, and went back to my office. I closed the door and installed the camera software on my computer, entered the details for all the routers and receivers, and did a system check. All cameras turned on one by one and were transmitting perfectly. Shyam's house was obviously empty. In my house, I could see Bela walking around the house cleaning. Once in a while I saw her glance at the cameras. I wondered if she knew I was watching. In the background, I could hear FM radio playing oldie songs.
I closed the screens. Then I opened the programmable interface and set them all to record starting from the time I left the next day.
I would not be able to watch anything remotely. I would be busy traveling and in meetings all day anyway. besides, I thought it would be a nice exercise in self-denial and anticipation, if for two and a half days, I had no idea what was going on. I would come back and go through all the recorded files to see if any action had taken place at all.
That night. Shyam and I really did have to work till very late. The side-effect of it would be, he would have spent a bit longer time away from Bela before I left, maybe making him long for her more. As we took a break for dinner, I set the first ball rolling.
"Shyam, by the way, even when I am gone, I want you to go over to our place for your meals. It's a weekend, so lunch and dinner both."
"Sir?" he sounded taken aback. "But sir, you won't be there. It will be just bhabhiji."
"So what, Shyam? I trust you. It's not like you are going to eat her or something. Hahaha." I laughed at my own joke.
"But sir, it is not really necessary."
"Nonsense. You have no family, no real set-up at home. Eating out is unhealthy at your age." I said. "It is final. You will have meals with Bela."
"Okay sir....." he sounded tentative.
"Is there something you want to ask me?" I wanted to see if he would ask me if the naked games were supposed to continue in my absence.
"No sir." he said and went back to quietly eating.
That night when I came home, Bela was already asleep. I was tempted to wake her up for our nightly romps. But then decided, maybe I should leave her a little wanting too. So I went to sleep.
The next afternoon, I came back early from work to pick up my luggage and leave for Delhi. And that's when I set the second ball in motion.
"Bela, I have told Shyam that he should come over for meals while I am gone, just like always."
"Okay, ji."
"You are fine with that?"
"Whatever you wish, ji."
"I like this new obedient attitude of yours, Bela." I said. "Where you do everything I say. As I wish."
"You are my husband." she quietly said.
"Well, when I am gone, I want you to extend the same courtesy to Shyam."
She looked into my eyes with a questioning look.
"What I mean is, I am your husband, and he is an elder friend of ours, so my wish is...." and this was the key part. "You do everything he says and wishes. As long as you are okay with it."
"You mean like.....what to cook for lunch or dinner?"
"Whatever. Anything. Just like you obey me unquestioningly, I want you, for this weekend, to obey Shyam."
She nodded. Then I saw her glance around at the cameras. And nod again.
"Will you be watching, ji?" she asked.
"Not while I am gone." I said. "I will be too busy with meetings. If I need to watch something, I will watch the recordings when I get back."
"I see." she said.
"And as I said, I will be really busy, so I might not be able to call or sms. If you have any questions or doubts, unless it is an emergency, just ask Shyam and do whatever he wants or says."
"As you wish, ji."
"But....and again, this is important." I said. "Only if you also wish. I don't want you to do anything against your wishes."
"Whatever you wish is my wish, ji." she said. "If your wish is that I follow Shyamji's wishes, that is what I will do."
I almost started getting hard at the implication. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her hard. And then left.
For that night, I decided to take a wait and watch approach. I didn't take off Bela's shirt, nor did anything with her. Shyam and I had a few drinks as we admired Bela's naked butt and well groomed pussy, talked about work, and other matters. I wanted to see if, like last time, Bela would take the lead in doing something with Shyam. But she did not. She was like she used to be in the early days of the game, a willing but passive participant.
Shyam went back to his place after dinner. And Bela and I fucked like bunnies right after.
"Did you enjoy our dinner tonight, Bela?" I asked after sex.
"If you enjoyed it, that's what is important to me, ji." she said flatly.
Yet again, an indication that she was totally committing herself to this submissive role. I am sure her own kinky and exhibitionist side was thrilled with the return to dinners with Shyam. But she was couching it in the garb of total obedience.
Over the next few nights, I decided to test out the different boundaries and internal rules of this new total obedience approach. The next evening when I called to tell her we were on her way, she asked me what she should wear. I told her, wear whatever you like, totally your choice.
Shyam must have been a little puzzled when we walked in and she was in a proper sari. To him, it must have seemed like a step backward. The dinner that night was completely respectable. The next evening, a similar call, and her similar question.
"Shyam, what would you like Bela to be wearing tonight?" I asked.
"Sir?"
"My wife....Bela....what should she wear tonight?"
He swallowed nervously.
"Why are you asking me, sir?"
"Just want to know your preference."
"Whatever you and bhabhiji like, sir."
"But still, if you had to choose."
He stared at his feet for a few seconds.
"Something.....western and ......comfortable." the implication in the comfortable was obvious.
I repeated the message to Bela. She said okay.
That night she opened the door in a t-shirt and track-pants, as if telling us silently, this is what she considered comfortable.
The following evening, same call, same question. I was prepared to test the other side of things.
"Nothing." I said.
"As you wish, ji." she quietly said.
And Shyam gulped when she opened the door wearing just her mangalsutra and nothing else. She stayed naked all night, without giving any indication of discomfort.
I am sure Shyam was confused by all these mixed messages, but he was to polite and too intimidated to say or do anything. One day my hot young wife would be fully dressed, another day totally naked. Must have seemed random to him.
One thing I did notice though. That the two nights she had been fully dressed, she had also been relatively passive in bed. And the two nights when she was fully or nearly naked, she was clearly more aroused, came more often, and was much more vocal.
After these few nights of running controlled tests, I was ready for my next major experiment.
-----
The bosses back at head office in Delhi had been asking me to come in whenever there was some lull in activity and make a report on the progress of our new plant. That lull was now about to approach. I thought this work related trip would give me an opportunity to also test something that I had been wondering about for a long time.
The reason Shyam was such a convenient choice for our games was how docile and decent he was. He had almost never made any kind of a move in face of tremendous provocations from me and once from Bela. Bela herself, always docile, had gone into an extra self-enforced level of docility and obedience. Although she had made some moves on her own that one night when she got fingered by Shyam, and then later when she got fucked by that random Riaz fellow, since then, she had become a completely pliant plaything. I had been the only aggressor driving things.
So I was curious to see, how these two docile and subservient individuals would interact in my absence. I was sure that left to themselves, they would just sit back and probably not interact at all. But what if there was just a little initial impetus from me? Where would events go on their own momentum? This work trip gave me an opportunity to test just that.
The day before I had to leave, I had just finished my lunch when Bela called.
"The postman dropped off a big box for you." she said. "Is it work related? Do you want to send a driver to pick it up?"
"No, it's for me. I'll be right home."
I walked over to Shyam's desk. he was on his computer preparing reports.
"Shyam, I need to head home for some work. I will be back in a couple of hours."
"Okay sir."
"Until then, why don't you go to the factory floor and do a full inventory?"
"Already, sir? I just did it two days ago." he said.
"Yes, but as you know, I have to go to Delhi for presentations tomorrow, and you know what sticklers the bosses are for the most up-to-date information."
"Okay, right away, sir." Shyam put on his hard hat, took his tablet and walked out to the factory floor.
I went to the office glass window and made sure he had gone all the way down. Then I went back to his desk and opened the drawer. I had seen him put his keys there everyday, and sure enough, there they were. I quickly pocketed the bunch and headed home.
"It's over there." Bela pointed when I walked in. She was on the couch watching afternoon soaps on TV.
I opened the box and took out a bunch of smaller boxes and read the instructions. They were all small spy-cameras that could easily be hidden around the house. The whole set had cost me a fortune, but I was not about to skimp on something this important.
Bela's eyes followed me as I walked around the living area, putting one camera in a flower pot, another on a high shelf behind a statue, and so on. She had a curious look on her face. I had no intention of hiding my plan from her. But at the same time, I did not intend to give her the full explanation either.
"Bela, just so you know, I am installing these security cameras around the house. In the living room, kitchen, dining area, bedroom."
"Okay." she simply said and pointed to the extra boxes. "What are those for?"
"Those are for Shyam's house."
"Okay." she raised her eyebrows. "Does he know you're installing them?"
"No. It is technically company property, so I don't need her permission." I said. "Would you like me to tell him?"
"Whatever you feel is right, ji." she shrugged and went back to watching TV.
"Hmm. Then don't tell him."
"As you say, ji."
"By the way, today evening, Shyam and I will be working late finishing up the reports for Delhi. So we won't be coming home for dinner. We'll just get something delivered."
She nodded, her eyes still on the TV.
I used Shyam keys to let myself in. I had never actually been inside the house. It was smaller than ours and very sparsely furnished. So it was a bit of a challenge to find spots to hide the cameras in. But I managed somehow. And then I returned to the office.
Shyam was still in the middle of the demanding inventory process on the factory floor. I put his keys back in his drawer, and went back to my office. I closed the door and installed the camera software on my computer, entered the details for all the routers and receivers, and did a system check. All cameras turned on one by one and were transmitting perfectly. Shyam's house was obviously empty. In my house, I could see Bela walking around the house cleaning. Once in a while I saw her glance at the cameras. I wondered if she knew I was watching. In the background, I could hear FM radio playing oldie songs.
I closed the screens. Then I opened the programmable interface and set them all to record starting from the time I left the next day.
I would not be able to watch anything remotely. I would be busy traveling and in meetings all day anyway. besides, I thought it would be a nice exercise in self-denial and anticipation, if for two and a half days, I had no idea what was going on. I would come back and go through all the recorded files to see if any action had taken place at all.
That night. Shyam and I really did have to work till very late. The side-effect of it would be, he would have spent a bit longer time away from Bela before I left, maybe making him long for her more. As we took a break for dinner, I set the first ball rolling.
"Shyam, by the way, even when I am gone, I want you to go over to our place for your meals. It's a weekend, so lunch and dinner both."
"Sir?" he sounded taken aback. "But sir, you won't be there. It will be just bhabhiji."
"So what, Shyam? I trust you. It's not like you are going to eat her or something. Hahaha." I laughed at my own joke.
"But sir, it is not really necessary."
"Nonsense. You have no family, no real set-up at home. Eating out is unhealthy at your age." I said. "It is final. You will have meals with Bela."
"Okay sir....." he sounded tentative.
"Is there something you want to ask me?" I wanted to see if he would ask me if the naked games were supposed to continue in my absence.
"No sir." he said and went back to quietly eating.
That night when I came home, Bela was already asleep. I was tempted to wake her up for our nightly romps. But then decided, maybe I should leave her a little wanting too. So I went to sleep.
The next afternoon, I came back early from work to pick up my luggage and leave for Delhi. And that's when I set the second ball in motion.
"Bela, I have told Shyam that he should come over for meals while I am gone, just like always."
"Okay, ji."
"You are fine with that?"
"Whatever you wish, ji."
"I like this new obedient attitude of yours, Bela." I said. "Where you do everything I say. As I wish."
"You are my husband." she quietly said.
"Well, when I am gone, I want you to extend the same courtesy to Shyam."
She looked into my eyes with a questioning look.
"What I mean is, I am your husband, and he is an elder friend of ours, so my wish is...." and this was the key part. "You do everything he says and wishes. As long as you are okay with it."
"You mean like.....what to cook for lunch or dinner?"
"Whatever. Anything. Just like you obey me unquestioningly, I want you, for this weekend, to obey Shyam."
She nodded. Then I saw her glance around at the cameras. And nod again.
"Will you be watching, ji?" she asked.
"Not while I am gone." I said. "I will be too busy with meetings. If I need to watch something, I will watch the recordings when I get back."
"I see." she said.
"And as I said, I will be really busy, so I might not be able to call or sms. If you have any questions or doubts, unless it is an emergency, just ask Shyam and do whatever he wants or says."
"As you wish, ji."
"But....and again, this is important." I said. "Only if you also wish. I don't want you to do anything against your wishes."
"Whatever you wish is my wish, ji." she said. "If your wish is that I follow Shyamji's wishes, that is what I will do."
I almost started getting hard at the implication. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her hard. And then left.
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