“You see, my dear slut, I own you now. You may be another man’s wife, but you are my property. My slave. Do you understand that, Vidya?”
“Yes, Sirjee, I understand. I am your slave, Sirjee, with my body for you to do with as you wish.”
I noticed that while the other maids were allowed to call Mr. Sarun by name, my wife Vidya was not even allowed that luxury. Her status in this house was lower than the maids. She was the fresh cum dump.
“Vidya,” Mr. Sarun continued, “You will do whatever I tell you to do, and if you resist in any way I will severely and painfully punish you.”
“Yes, Sirjee, I understand. I will obey you completely, Sirjee.”
“That punishment will include caning, spanking and anything I wish. And your husband is not allowed to interfere, or even ask for forgiveness of your punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sirjee.”
“Moreover, you will do whatever my maids Narges and Rukmani ask you to do. You are their slave as well, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sirjee.”
My wife’s breasts were now exposed for the male servants and myself to see as Sarun tweaked her areoles. He squeezed one nipple, then the other, and played with her large breasts. Then, drawing himself up, he smacked her resoundingly on her buttocks with a loud smack.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
We all just stood there, silent, watching as Mr. Sarun smacked Vidya on her bum again, and again, and again. Each time his hand landed on her butt, her whole body trembled, and her tits flopped around, and her lips grimaced. Yet she gamely managed to hold still as Mr. Sarun smacked her again, and again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“How did that feel, Vidya?” He asked her, after what I counted to be twelve spanks.
“Um… uh… it hurts, Sirjee.”
“Good. Now remember that. And I wasn’t even punishing you.”
“Yes, Sirjee.”
Mr. Sarun then snapped his fingers. Immediately Vidya, without even the need for words, understood what was expected of her. Somewhat self-consciously, shyly, she gathered the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up, exposing herself completely to us. The contrast between her neatly trimmed pubic area and the maids’ bushy nether regions was apparent. Then, without meeting my eye, she turned around, and bent over, joining the other maids in revealing her ass to us.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though her ass was now bright red from the spanking, Vidya’s bum was clean. There were no red marks or lines that indicated caning.
We stood there — the three of us — myself, Fateh and Imtiaz — three cuckolds, watching our wives Vidya, Narges and Rukmani instantly obey the word of another man and shamelessly expose their buttocks to us. Not only were we unable to protect them from being the toy of another man’s bed chamber, he was taunting us by showing us how well trained his slaves — our wives — were.
“Alright bitches.” He snapped a finger, and immediately the three women stood up. Narges and Rukmani resumed their regular duties and their husbands left the room. So it was just Mr. Sarun, Vidya and me left in the room. I noticed Vidya had a somewhat glazed look to her eyes.