Indian wife is held hostage and ravaged by the CEO

Narges turned beet red, and I could see her face flush with embarrassment, but she wasn’t going to disobey her master. In front of everyone in the room, including her own husband Fateh, she did as she was told. She bent down to grab at the hem of her sari, and then rolled it all up so it was up to her waist, exposing her to ourselves. She was not wearing any panties, and I could see a thick bushy layer of pubic hair covering her shame. Vidya told me that was the general orders of Mr. Sarun — no female servant was to wear panties in the house — so Mr. Sarun could have her at a moment’s notice if he wanted to. They were all always available to the boss at all times.

Turning around quickly, Narges then bent over at the waist, as if “mooning” us. Her ass was now on display for us to see. Narges remained motionless in this position, awaiting Mr. Sarun’s further instructions.

Across Narges’s shapely buttocks were a half dozen or so red streaks. I don’t know too much about corporal punishment, but these looked like they were welts of a cane that must have burned like fire when they were fresh. For the first time, I understood the absolute sadistic mind of my boss Mr. Sarun. He demanded absolute, total obedience. I comprehended the consequences of my wife’s slavery, and it frightened me.

I tried to look at Vidya in the eye, but her eyes were cast down. Had she also been similarly caned last night? I hoped Vidya was not going to be punished like this. My hopes would be dashed by the end of the week — Vidya would be stripped publicly several times, slapped, caned and spanked — all for Mr. Sarun’s sick pleasure.

“Rukmani!” Mr. Sarun thundered. “Do the same.”

Without another word Rukmani followed the older maid Narges and rushed to comply. She pulled up her sari, exposing her lady parts to us, turned around and quickly bent over. I could see similar red marks — I counted 4 strokes — across her dainty behind. Mr. Sarun now walked and stood directly behind Vidya. The eyes of all the other males in the room — the two servants (Fateh and Imtiaz, the husbands of the two maids) and myself, Vidya’s husband — were now on Vidya and Mr. Sarun.

My boss wrapped his arms around my wife’s shapely waist from behind and slowly began to untie the knots that held the front of Vidya’s flimsy nightie together. As the nightie loosened, her breasts broke free and jumped out. Helpless, Vidya did not protest when Mr. Sarun’s hands began to play disarmingly with her tits. I watched feebly as Mr. Sarun enjoyed the soft charms of my wife’s breasts and nipples right in front of his entire household. This would be the first of many times he would strip Vidya naked in front of the rest of the house. Mr. Sarun loved his power and by stripping my wife of her clothes and her dignity in front of everyone, he was showing her, and showing me, our place. Right now, Mr. Sarun ignored us and spoke to a half-naked and a very frightened Vidya the way a teacher might explain the rules to a new student.

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