I smiled back to him and welcomed him to my room. There was an unknown face with him whom I had not seen before.
Master-ji: How are you Madam?
Me: Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too.
Master-ji: Madam, this age does not allow remaining in good health. Only a day before I had fever, now am fine though.
Me: O I see.
Master-ji: I hope Guru-ji has briefed you about my coming.
Me: Yes Master-ji. But who is he?
I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji.
Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but have kept this boy who is learning sewing and stitching and helping me in taking measurements.
I was so relieved hearing Ramlal will not be here while Master-ji takes my measurements that I uttered a “Bah!” Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recovered the situation.
Me: I mean this boy can learn quickly from an expert like you.
Master-ji nodded while he kept his notebook and pencil on my bed. The boy was standing by the bedside with a carry bag.
Master-ji: True. He is a keen learner and he questions a lot, which is a good trait of an apprentice.
Me: But what happened to Ramlal?
There was no need for me to ask this question, as it unnecessarily brought some talks that made me severely uncomfortable with this 60-year-old man.
Master-ji: Madam, what would I say to you.
He paused a little and looked at the boy.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, can you bring me a glass of water.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji.
He went out of the room to get the water and Master-ji came closer to me.
Master-ji: Madam, I did not want to tell this in front of this boy, after all Ramlal is my brother.
I was getting quite curious.
Me: But what happened?
Master-ji: Actually Madam, we have to go to town for orders and one of our distributors there last week referred me to a rich customer of his shop who wanted to stitch some English type clothing and she specifically wanted an aged tailor. So my distributor recommended me and I went there. Naturally my brother was also accompanying me. When we met that Madam though she initially was hesitant to give measurements in front of Ramlal, but ultimately agreed. But you know what that swine did?
I was looking inquisitively at Master-ji and I could realize my heart was beating just a shade faster, as I was getting more and more curious as Master-ji was narrating. It seemed Master-ji was also quite encouraged seeing my interested face, which I should have avoided, as this led to Master-ji giving more detailed portrayal of the event.
Master-ji: Madam, you know, she wanted a hip-hugging gown for a party and while taking measurement of her hip circumference I was unable to get the exact assessment over her clothes and hence asked her the sari at least. Initially she was not in agreement, but later reluctantly gave consent. I told that Madam not to open the whole sari, but to lift it over her petticoat so that she was comfortable, but unfortunately she was unable to get her sari properly picked up from the standing position, so I asked Ramlal to do that. He picked up her sari and stood exactly behind her while I was taking the measurement over her petticoat. When I took my hands behind her hips for measurement, Madam what should I say about this brute; he is my brother, he was in fact poking his lund into that Madam’s gaand!
Me: What?
I controlled myself a bit.
Me: You mean he opened his pant and *@#%?!?!
Master-ji: No, no Madam, what are you saying! He just opened his pant-zip and took out his …
I nodded quickly to indicate that I know very well what a male can take out opening his pant zip and avoided Master-ji to use the male manhood term in front of me. I was getting rather keen to know what happened next and continued gulping Master-ji’s commentary.
Master-ji: Probably that Madam did not realize initially, as she might have thought since Ramlal was holding her sari bunched up at her backside, his finger must have been touching her gaand. I was so shocked at Ramlal’s behavior that my fingers were trembling. At that very moment that Madam suggested that she wanted the hip measurement a little loose, as she would not be wearing the regular undergarment below her gown, but would wear an under-pant and she also mentioned that if the gown was too tight, it would be very apparent. I agreed to her and started re-measuring her hips, but was in much tension seeing my brother’s outrageous acts.
He paused a bit and looked at the door to see if Deepak was back, but he was not. I was now holding the bedside and was dying to rub my pussy once hearing such a lewd event, but could not do so in front of this male.
Master-ji: Madam, I was really frustrated that day seeing his deeds. Is this the way to behave to customers! Anyway, as I was saying, as I sat down in front of that Madam and took both my hands to remeasure her hips, Ramlal pointed out that as the ceiling fan was revolving in full swing her petticoat was flying somewhat, he would hold that also. That Madam did not see any problem to that, but that brute instead of just holding to the cloth of the petticoat with two fingers so that it does not fly, he pressed it to her gaand and held it there with his palm.
Just a little pause again and this time I shamelessly scratched my pussy area for a second in the name of adjusting my sari. Master-ji did note that and smiled. My ears were getting hotter.
Master-ji: And Madam, there was no escape. The moment Ramlal pressed his palm on her gaand to hold her petticoat, she was looking visibly uncomfortable and within the next one minute I did not know exactly what happened, but only heard a thrash.
Slap!
She started howling with anger and more so seeing my brother’s open pant-zip. She threw both of us out immediately. Thankfully his husband was not present in the house that day; otherwise we would have been beaten up surely. Just imagine my condition - at this age, this sort of humiliation.
I shook my head in disapproval to Ramlal’s lewd act.
Master-ji: I did not talk to him for one whole day, and Madam, I decided not to allow that swine in any of my measurement work any more. He will only do cutting and sewing.
Me: Very wise decision Master-ji. A beast.
Master-ji: I apologize to you Madam that I allowed him while I took your blouse measurements. But Madam, everyone is not like him. Actually that’s the reason I have taken this new lad Deepak who…
Master-ji was interrupted as Deepak entered the room with a glass of water. Master-ji had the water, though I was feeling thirstier! Master-ji handed over the empty glass to the lad and was getting ready to start with his work as I saw him taking out the note book, pencil, thread, scissors, etc. from his bag.
Master-ji: One good thing has happened Madam.
Me: What?
Master-ji: Last time Madam you did refer to that problem, which I was unable to address at that time, but will surely fix it this time.
I instantly remembered that I did mention to this aged tailor about my panty problem, which in most cases slides into my ass crack after sometime of wearing it. Very frankly I did want to get to a solution for this prolonged problem, which was more chronic after I gained some additional weight on my hips after marriage. It’s not that I did not refer this problem to the local shopkeeper from whom I generally buy undergarments, but he only suggested me to change the brand. I did that a number of times, but to very little effect. Since this was a very personal matter and my local tailor did not stitch undergarments, I felt shy to express such a problem to him and was adjusting like that only. Though honestly it was quite uncomfortable a feel for me, as in the crowded bus or in the busy market, whenever I brushed against any male, his hand would directly feel the roundness of my ass globes beneath my sari as if my panty was nonexistent! Moreover, my buttocks being heavy, they jiggled more without the panty wrap on my broad ass cheeks.
I was seriously eager to solve this problem and Master-ji being an aged man and experienced tailor, I did not hesitate to discuss about my problem. Though there was the presence of a third person, Deepak, but he was rather young, looked hardly 12-13 years of age, and I sort of ignored him and was eager to get to a solution from Master-ji.
Me: Yes, yes Master-ji, its bugging me now for a long time. And you know I feel so uneasy…
Master-ji: I can understand Madam. Since I stitch panties I know what is the root cause. Your main issue is that your panty slips off your hips. Right Madam?
Me: Exactly.
Master-ji: Which brand do you use?
Me: Currently I am using ‘Daisy’.
Master-ji: Daisy Normal?
I nodded.
Me: Do they have any other variety?
I was amazed to see myself talking so frankly about my undergarments to a male, but frankly as Ramlal was not there, I was very free today. I could not stand that rascal. Deepak was gulping the conversation between my tailor and me.
Master-ji: Of course Madam. Daisy Normal, Daisy Teen, and Daisy Mega.
Me: But I thought they only have variety in prints, Normal and Floral.
Master-ji: Madam, you see, the shopkeeper will always push the brand in which he gets maximum commission, but you must be selective which suits your need.
Me: But I never knew that. What’s the difference Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, as you can guess from the name, Daisy Normal is the normal size panty with the normal cuts, which you use actually. Daisy Teen is…
I interrupted Master-ji and tried to act smart.
Me: … for the teenager girls. Okay, that way.
Master-ji: No, no Madam. You got it wrong. Daisy Teen is not for young girls, but the name refers to the size and the cuts of the panty. This panty is smaller in size than the Daisy Normal and the cuts are also higher. You can also wear Daisy Teen Madam, nothing to do with teenage.
Me: Oh! I see.
Master-ji: Actually when orders come to me Madam, I also have to stitch to the various demands, like Normal, Teen, Mega, MIG, and so on. Each company has a different name to call their female customer’s demand.
MIG?!?! What was that? I thought to myself, but was quite pleased by Master-ji’s thorough knowledge regarding his trade and was now more open while talking leaving aside my female shyness.
Me: And what’s the Mega one?
Master-ji: Madam, Daisy Mega would actually be appropriate for you as you have very fleshy hips. That product is actually meant for women with large round buttocks, like you, badi gaand wali.
I lowered my eyelids and my ears were hot instantly getting such a direct remark from this aged man. Master-ji was looking at my sari-covered bottoms from the side and I saw the apprentice boy Deepak was also looking at my ass! In trying to deviate from the current topic, I asked something which was suspended at the back of my mind.
Me: Okay. But Master-ji, you referred something called MIG, what is that actually?
Master-ji: Madam, that’s another panty type of the Diana Company. Have you heard of Diana bra and panties?
I nodded negatively because I had not heard of that company.
Master-ji: Madam, MIG is a Diana product, which I cut and sew on a regular basis. It’s a modern panty and popular among upper class in the cities.
Me: What does MIG mean?
Master-ji: MIG is actually a shortened form of “Meager” and hence as per its name Madam it’s a very skimpy item. Prints are like floral, plain, and textured. The MIG panty rear is very small and the cuts are also very deep with stretchable elastic bands. Additionally it has a nylon net in the front of the panty, which gives it a very appealing look.
Master-ji smiled indicatively and gave a pause. I was visibly uncomfortable by his description, especially with the “nylon net in the front”. I could jolly well realize that the lady who wears this MIG panty has her pussy almost open as the nylon net obviously would be exhibiting more rather covering and I could not stop myself exclaiming.
Me: Who buys such an item?!?
Master-ji: Madam, you might not be aware, but world has gone a long way! I have got a very positive feedback regarding this MIG panty and salesman from Diana company say though buyers are mostly newly married girls, but middle aged women also form a significant clientele.
I was really shocked to know such data from this tailor. I was already breathing heavily and my ears and face were all hot, as if I was asked to wear that MIG panty! But little did I know that Guru-ji had kept surprises sexier than this MIG panty.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets get back to the basic issue. So you use the Daisy Normal brand and your problem persists with this also like the ones you have used earlier. Right? Madam, I think there are two areas, which if corrected, you will not have this uneasiness any more.
I looked at him with inquiring and enthusiastic eyes.
Master-ji: Only two things Madam, firstly, your panty rear has to be stretched and secondly, your leg cuts need to be tighter with good quality elastic bands – that’s all.
Me: O! It’s that simple!
I could not stop expressing my feelings and a sigh of relief.
Master-ji: Experience, Madam, experience.
Master-ji smiled and I felt pretty much assured that my panty problem would now surely get solved. But one point I never anticipated that to correct my problem I have to virtually do a full ass-show in front of him!
Master-ji: Madam, I hope you will not mind if I address that issue a little later and start with my core job of Maha-yagya Paridhan.
Me: Sure Master-ji.
Though I said that, but I was in complete darkness about my dress for the Maha-yagya and was honestly anxious about it still, but did not reveal that expression on my face.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, bring the notebook where the drawings are there. Madam, I know you Guru-ji must have briefed you, but just have a look at the drawings once before I start taking actual measurements.
I was actually more than eager to see that and went ahead towards Deepak who had the notebook in his hand. He opened a page and Master-ji stood to his left and I was to his right side and zoomed into the open page. I saw there were four drawings in that page – a blouse, a skirt, a bra, and a panty. Honestly I felt quite relieved to see the blouse and the skirt, as I was really unsure how much revealing the Maha-yagya paridhan would be. I clearly remember Guru-ji’s words: “… I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it…”
I sighed a breath of relief and was now quite comfortable to go ahead with the measurement part.
Master-ji: Madam, as you can see this Maha-yagya paridhan is a two-piece costume with undergarments and based on that I have made the sketches like I do for regular blouse cuttings.
Me: Okay.
Wait, wait! The sketch of the bra on paper looks so very different from the one I am wearing right now under my blouse! What’s that?
Master-ji: Madam, would you mind if I explain the clothing and the techniques of measurements to this lad while I work? It will be immensely helpful for this apprentice, but I know it would be boring for you.
Me: No, no it’s okay.
I was actually quite encouraged by such a proposal by Master-ji. I thought instead of asking my tailor directly about my bra, which would always be uncomfortable for me being a married matured woman, if he explains to his apprentice, I can get my necessary information.
Master-ji: Thanks Madam. Deepak Beta, for the next half-an-hour pay all your attention on Madam and see how I take the measurements. And as I always say, ask questions if you are in doubt of anything.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji. I will keep my focus on Madam.
I was a bit taken aback by this statement of Deepak and looked attentively at his face, probably for the first time. He looks pretty young, hardly 12-13 years of age, and it seemed to me he remarked that innocently. The thing, which I was most impressed about him, was that he was never staring at ‘wrong’ places of my body. So I thought to ignore his comment.
Master-ji: Good. Now Deepak, see here. The first two drawings are Madam’s undergarments, but they are not the common bra or panty that we daily sew.
Deepak: Yes, Master-ji. I noted that. The bra does not have any straps and has three hooks at the back. Normally what we supply only has a couple of hooks.
Master-ji: Right. This is a strapless bra and to give additional support to the cups, there are three hooks at the back.
Oh! I thought to myself. It’s a strapless bra. Honestly I had heard of that, but never wore such a thing. Nor did I see any of my friends to wear that. To tell the truth I was a bit excited about that, as by then I was feeling reasonably relaxed seeing that the Maha-yagya paridhan comprises of a choli and a skirt. I can admit now that I thought from Guru-ji’s words, as he said this yagya was to be performed naked, the clothing would be more scanty.
Master-ji: And also you must have noticed that the panty is partially double layered.
Deepak: Yes Master-ji, I have noted that in the drawing.
Master-ji: Actually the deviations are there because the dress is meant for the yagya. Madam, I must tell you that I have little to adjust or modify in this dress, as I have to abide by Guru-ji’s directions about this Maha-yagya paridhan.
Saying that he turned the page of the notebook and showed me some scribbling, which were actually instructions about the Maha-yagya paridhan from ashram. It was not possible for me to read that illegible handwriting.
Me: Okay. I also cannot violate Guru-ji’s words. So whatever he has asked you to stitch, I have to wear it.
Master-ji smiled and swayed his head in agreement.
Master-ji: So Deepak, we will leave aside the undergarments for now. Since the choli is sleeveless, you subtract the sleeve cloth at the very beginning when you cut from the roll. Madam’s size is 32 and so you take the normal 32-size blouse sleeve to deduction.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Both males looked at my breasts as if to assess my 32” boob size. I dropped my eyelids momentarily to avoid their stares.
Master-ji: Madam, the cloth I will use is very special and costly. Guru-ji never compromises on quality. This is almost like the famous Muslin cloth – milky white and very soft. Deepak, show the cloth to Madam once.
Deepak readily handed me a piece of white cloth and when I checked that I had to admit it was really, really soft.
Me: It’s truly very soft and light.
Master-ji: You will feel great wearing it, I can guarantee Madam.
I handed back the cloth to Deepak and he kept that in his bag. I suddenly noticed that his hand shape, the visible arm veins, and wrist width were like a grown up teenager and definitely not a 13 year old boy’s! I was confused, as his face looked so innocent.
Master-ji: Please stand here under the light.
As I took a couple of steps and stood at the most illuminated part in the room, I was wondering how to know exactly how old is this Deepak. I tried to chat with Deepak trying to get
Me: Deepak, what do you do apart from this job?
Deepak: I work part-time in a bookshop in the evening and doing apprentice under Master-ji.
Me: Oh! I see. How many brothers and sisters are you?
I generated normal conversation and from that tried to reach my goal. As I knew that for measurement purpose I had to do some exposing before Master-ji, but I wanted to be sure that I can ignore Deepak considering he is a little boy.
Deepak: I have two sisters, both elder than me and married.
Me: So you now look after your parents.
Deepak: Yes Madam, but from next year my wife would also look after them.
I was simply stunned to hear that!
Me: What? Your wife?
Master-ji: Madam, in villages, they get married very early.
Me: But how old is he?
Master-ji: He is 18.
O! My God! He is 18 years old. That means he is as good as a Class XII boy and by no means a class XII boy can be considered ‘innocent’. And he is going to get married next year! Master-ji noted my surprised looks for Deepak.
Master-ji: Madam, he looks young because of his absence of beard and mustaches.
Master-ji: How are you Madam?
Me: Fine. Hope you are keeping fine too.
Master-ji: Madam, this age does not allow remaining in good health. Only a day before I had fever, now am fine though.
Me: O I see.
Master-ji: I hope Guru-ji has briefed you about my coming.
Me: Yes Master-ji. But who is he?
I pointed out to the boy accompanying Master-ji.
Master-ji: Actually I have stopped keeping Ramlal for measurement purpose, but have kept this boy who is learning sewing and stitching and helping me in taking measurements.
I was so relieved hearing Ramlal will not be here while Master-ji takes my measurements that I uttered a “Bah!” Master-ji looked inquiring to me and I quickly recovered the situation.
Me: I mean this boy can learn quickly from an expert like you.
Master-ji nodded while he kept his notebook and pencil on my bed. The boy was standing by the bedside with a carry bag.
Master-ji: True. He is a keen learner and he questions a lot, which is a good trait of an apprentice.
Me: But what happened to Ramlal?
There was no need for me to ask this question, as it unnecessarily brought some talks that made me severely uncomfortable with this 60-year-old man.
Master-ji: Madam, what would I say to you.
He paused a little and looked at the boy.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, can you bring me a glass of water.
Deepak: Sure Master-ji.
He went out of the room to get the water and Master-ji came closer to me.
Master-ji: Madam, I did not want to tell this in front of this boy, after all Ramlal is my brother.
I was getting quite curious.
Me: But what happened?
Master-ji: Actually Madam, we have to go to town for orders and one of our distributors there last week referred me to a rich customer of his shop who wanted to stitch some English type clothing and she specifically wanted an aged tailor. So my distributor recommended me and I went there. Naturally my brother was also accompanying me. When we met that Madam though she initially was hesitant to give measurements in front of Ramlal, but ultimately agreed. But you know what that swine did?
I was looking inquisitively at Master-ji and I could realize my heart was beating just a shade faster, as I was getting more and more curious as Master-ji was narrating. It seemed Master-ji was also quite encouraged seeing my interested face, which I should have avoided, as this led to Master-ji giving more detailed portrayal of the event.
Master-ji: Madam, you know, she wanted a hip-hugging gown for a party and while taking measurement of her hip circumference I was unable to get the exact assessment over her clothes and hence asked her the sari at least. Initially she was not in agreement, but later reluctantly gave consent. I told that Madam not to open the whole sari, but to lift it over her petticoat so that she was comfortable, but unfortunately she was unable to get her sari properly picked up from the standing position, so I asked Ramlal to do that. He picked up her sari and stood exactly behind her while I was taking the measurement over her petticoat. When I took my hands behind her hips for measurement, Madam what should I say about this brute; he is my brother, he was in fact poking his lund into that Madam’s gaand!
Me: What?
I controlled myself a bit.
Me: You mean he opened his pant and *@#%?!?!
Master-ji: No, no Madam, what are you saying! He just opened his pant-zip and took out his …
I nodded quickly to indicate that I know very well what a male can take out opening his pant zip and avoided Master-ji to use the male manhood term in front of me. I was getting rather keen to know what happened next and continued gulping Master-ji’s commentary.
Master-ji: Probably that Madam did not realize initially, as she might have thought since Ramlal was holding her sari bunched up at her backside, his finger must have been touching her gaand. I was so shocked at Ramlal’s behavior that my fingers were trembling. At that very moment that Madam suggested that she wanted the hip measurement a little loose, as she would not be wearing the regular undergarment below her gown, but would wear an under-pant and she also mentioned that if the gown was too tight, it would be very apparent. I agreed to her and started re-measuring her hips, but was in much tension seeing my brother’s outrageous acts.
He paused a bit and looked at the door to see if Deepak was back, but he was not. I was now holding the bedside and was dying to rub my pussy once hearing such a lewd event, but could not do so in front of this male.
Master-ji: Madam, I was really frustrated that day seeing his deeds. Is this the way to behave to customers! Anyway, as I was saying, as I sat down in front of that Madam and took both my hands to remeasure her hips, Ramlal pointed out that as the ceiling fan was revolving in full swing her petticoat was flying somewhat, he would hold that also. That Madam did not see any problem to that, but that brute instead of just holding to the cloth of the petticoat with two fingers so that it does not fly, he pressed it to her gaand and held it there with his palm.
Just a little pause again and this time I shamelessly scratched my pussy area for a second in the name of adjusting my sari. Master-ji did note that and smiled. My ears were getting hotter.
Master-ji: And Madam, there was no escape. The moment Ramlal pressed his palm on her gaand to hold her petticoat, she was looking visibly uncomfortable and within the next one minute I did not know exactly what happened, but only heard a thrash.
Slap!
She started howling with anger and more so seeing my brother’s open pant-zip. She threw both of us out immediately. Thankfully his husband was not present in the house that day; otherwise we would have been beaten up surely. Just imagine my condition - at this age, this sort of humiliation.
I shook my head in disapproval to Ramlal’s lewd act.
Master-ji: I did not talk to him for one whole day, and Madam, I decided not to allow that swine in any of my measurement work any more. He will only do cutting and sewing.
Me: Very wise decision Master-ji. A beast.
Master-ji: I apologize to you Madam that I allowed him while I took your blouse measurements. But Madam, everyone is not like him. Actually that’s the reason I have taken this new lad Deepak who…
Master-ji was interrupted as Deepak entered the room with a glass of water. Master-ji had the water, though I was feeling thirstier! Master-ji handed over the empty glass to the lad and was getting ready to start with his work as I saw him taking out the note book, pencil, thread, scissors, etc. from his bag.
Master-ji: One good thing has happened Madam.
Me: What?
Master-ji: Last time Madam you did refer to that problem, which I was unable to address at that time, but will surely fix it this time.
I instantly remembered that I did mention to this aged tailor about my panty problem, which in most cases slides into my ass crack after sometime of wearing it. Very frankly I did want to get to a solution for this prolonged problem, which was more chronic after I gained some additional weight on my hips after marriage. It’s not that I did not refer this problem to the local shopkeeper from whom I generally buy undergarments, but he only suggested me to change the brand. I did that a number of times, but to very little effect. Since this was a very personal matter and my local tailor did not stitch undergarments, I felt shy to express such a problem to him and was adjusting like that only. Though honestly it was quite uncomfortable a feel for me, as in the crowded bus or in the busy market, whenever I brushed against any male, his hand would directly feel the roundness of my ass globes beneath my sari as if my panty was nonexistent! Moreover, my buttocks being heavy, they jiggled more without the panty wrap on my broad ass cheeks.
I was seriously eager to solve this problem and Master-ji being an aged man and experienced tailor, I did not hesitate to discuss about my problem. Though there was the presence of a third person, Deepak, but he was rather young, looked hardly 12-13 years of age, and I sort of ignored him and was eager to get to a solution from Master-ji.
Me: Yes, yes Master-ji, its bugging me now for a long time. And you know I feel so uneasy…
Master-ji: I can understand Madam. Since I stitch panties I know what is the root cause. Your main issue is that your panty slips off your hips. Right Madam?
Me: Exactly.
Master-ji: Which brand do you use?
Me: Currently I am using ‘Daisy’.
Master-ji: Daisy Normal?
I nodded.
Me: Do they have any other variety?
I was amazed to see myself talking so frankly about my undergarments to a male, but frankly as Ramlal was not there, I was very free today. I could not stand that rascal. Deepak was gulping the conversation between my tailor and me.
Master-ji: Of course Madam. Daisy Normal, Daisy Teen, and Daisy Mega.
Me: But I thought they only have variety in prints, Normal and Floral.
Master-ji: Madam, you see, the shopkeeper will always push the brand in which he gets maximum commission, but you must be selective which suits your need.
Me: But I never knew that. What’s the difference Master-ji?
Master-ji: Madam, as you can guess from the name, Daisy Normal is the normal size panty with the normal cuts, which you use actually. Daisy Teen is…
I interrupted Master-ji and tried to act smart.
Me: … for the teenager girls. Okay, that way.
Master-ji: No, no Madam. You got it wrong. Daisy Teen is not for young girls, but the name refers to the size and the cuts of the panty. This panty is smaller in size than the Daisy Normal and the cuts are also higher. You can also wear Daisy Teen Madam, nothing to do with teenage.
Me: Oh! I see.
Master-ji: Actually when orders come to me Madam, I also have to stitch to the various demands, like Normal, Teen, Mega, MIG, and so on. Each company has a different name to call their female customer’s demand.
MIG?!?! What was that? I thought to myself, but was quite pleased by Master-ji’s thorough knowledge regarding his trade and was now more open while talking leaving aside my female shyness.
Me: And what’s the Mega one?
Master-ji: Madam, Daisy Mega would actually be appropriate for you as you have very fleshy hips. That product is actually meant for women with large round buttocks, like you, badi gaand wali.
I lowered my eyelids and my ears were hot instantly getting such a direct remark from this aged man. Master-ji was looking at my sari-covered bottoms from the side and I saw the apprentice boy Deepak was also looking at my ass! In trying to deviate from the current topic, I asked something which was suspended at the back of my mind.
Me: Okay. But Master-ji, you referred something called MIG, what is that actually?
Master-ji: Madam, that’s another panty type of the Diana Company. Have you heard of Diana bra and panties?
I nodded negatively because I had not heard of that company.
Master-ji: Madam, MIG is a Diana product, which I cut and sew on a regular basis. It’s a modern panty and popular among upper class in the cities.
Me: What does MIG mean?
Master-ji: MIG is actually a shortened form of “Meager” and hence as per its name Madam it’s a very skimpy item. Prints are like floral, plain, and textured. The MIG panty rear is very small and the cuts are also very deep with stretchable elastic bands. Additionally it has a nylon net in the front of the panty, which gives it a very appealing look.
Master-ji smiled indicatively and gave a pause. I was visibly uncomfortable by his description, especially with the “nylon net in the front”. I could jolly well realize that the lady who wears this MIG panty has her pussy almost open as the nylon net obviously would be exhibiting more rather covering and I could not stop myself exclaiming.
Me: Who buys such an item?!?
Master-ji: Madam, you might not be aware, but world has gone a long way! I have got a very positive feedback regarding this MIG panty and salesman from Diana company say though buyers are mostly newly married girls, but middle aged women also form a significant clientele.
I was really shocked to know such data from this tailor. I was already breathing heavily and my ears and face were all hot, as if I was asked to wear that MIG panty! But little did I know that Guru-ji had kept surprises sexier than this MIG panty.
Master-ji: Okay Madam, lets get back to the basic issue. So you use the Daisy Normal brand and your problem persists with this also like the ones you have used earlier. Right? Madam, I think there are two areas, which if corrected, you will not have this uneasiness any more.
I looked at him with inquiring and enthusiastic eyes.
Master-ji: Only two things Madam, firstly, your panty rear has to be stretched and secondly, your leg cuts need to be tighter with good quality elastic bands – that’s all.
Me: O! It’s that simple!
I could not stop expressing my feelings and a sigh of relief.
Master-ji: Experience, Madam, experience.
Master-ji smiled and I felt pretty much assured that my panty problem would now surely get solved. But one point I never anticipated that to correct my problem I have to virtually do a full ass-show in front of him!
Master-ji: Madam, I hope you will not mind if I address that issue a little later and start with my core job of Maha-yagya Paridhan.
Me: Sure Master-ji.
Though I said that, but I was in complete darkness about my dress for the Maha-yagya and was honestly anxious about it still, but did not reveal that expression on my face.
Master-ji: Deepak Beta, bring the notebook where the drawings are there. Madam, I know you Guru-ji must have briefed you, but just have a look at the drawings once before I start taking actual measurements.
I was actually more than eager to see that and went ahead towards Deepak who had the notebook in his hand. He opened a page and Master-ji stood to his left and I was to his right side and zoomed into the open page. I saw there were four drawings in that page – a blouse, a skirt, a bra, and a panty. Honestly I felt quite relieved to see the blouse and the skirt, as I was really unsure how much revealing the Maha-yagya paridhan would be. I clearly remember Guru-ji’s words: “… I agree the Maha-yagya Paridhan is not adequate for a matured woman, but little can I do about it…”
I sighed a breath of relief and was now quite comfortable to go ahead with the measurement part.
Master-ji: Madam, as you can see this Maha-yagya paridhan is a two-piece costume with undergarments and based on that I have made the sketches like I do for regular blouse cuttings.
Me: Okay.
Wait, wait! The sketch of the bra on paper looks so very different from the one I am wearing right now under my blouse! What’s that?
Master-ji: Madam, would you mind if I explain the clothing and the techniques of measurements to this lad while I work? It will be immensely helpful for this apprentice, but I know it would be boring for you.
Me: No, no it’s okay.
I was actually quite encouraged by such a proposal by Master-ji. I thought instead of asking my tailor directly about my bra, which would always be uncomfortable for me being a married matured woman, if he explains to his apprentice, I can get my necessary information.
Master-ji: Thanks Madam. Deepak Beta, for the next half-an-hour pay all your attention on Madam and see how I take the measurements. And as I always say, ask questions if you are in doubt of anything.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji. I will keep my focus on Madam.
I was a bit taken aback by this statement of Deepak and looked attentively at his face, probably for the first time. He looks pretty young, hardly 12-13 years of age, and it seemed to me he remarked that innocently. The thing, which I was most impressed about him, was that he was never staring at ‘wrong’ places of my body. So I thought to ignore his comment.
Master-ji: Good. Now Deepak, see here. The first two drawings are Madam’s undergarments, but they are not the common bra or panty that we daily sew.
Deepak: Yes, Master-ji. I noted that. The bra does not have any straps and has three hooks at the back. Normally what we supply only has a couple of hooks.
Master-ji: Right. This is a strapless bra and to give additional support to the cups, there are three hooks at the back.
Oh! I thought to myself. It’s a strapless bra. Honestly I had heard of that, but never wore such a thing. Nor did I see any of my friends to wear that. To tell the truth I was a bit excited about that, as by then I was feeling reasonably relaxed seeing that the Maha-yagya paridhan comprises of a choli and a skirt. I can admit now that I thought from Guru-ji’s words, as he said this yagya was to be performed naked, the clothing would be more scanty.
Master-ji: And also you must have noticed that the panty is partially double layered.
Deepak: Yes Master-ji, I have noted that in the drawing.
Master-ji: Actually the deviations are there because the dress is meant for the yagya. Madam, I must tell you that I have little to adjust or modify in this dress, as I have to abide by Guru-ji’s directions about this Maha-yagya paridhan.
Saying that he turned the page of the notebook and showed me some scribbling, which were actually instructions about the Maha-yagya paridhan from ashram. It was not possible for me to read that illegible handwriting.
Me: Okay. I also cannot violate Guru-ji’s words. So whatever he has asked you to stitch, I have to wear it.
Master-ji smiled and swayed his head in agreement.
Master-ji: So Deepak, we will leave aside the undergarments for now. Since the choli is sleeveless, you subtract the sleeve cloth at the very beginning when you cut from the roll. Madam’s size is 32 and so you take the normal 32-size blouse sleeve to deduction.
Deepak: Okay Master-ji.
Both males looked at my breasts as if to assess my 32” boob size. I dropped my eyelids momentarily to avoid their stares.
Master-ji: Madam, the cloth I will use is very special and costly. Guru-ji never compromises on quality. This is almost like the famous Muslin cloth – milky white and very soft. Deepak, show the cloth to Madam once.
Deepak readily handed me a piece of white cloth and when I checked that I had to admit it was really, really soft.
Me: It’s truly very soft and light.
Master-ji: You will feel great wearing it, I can guarantee Madam.
I handed back the cloth to Deepak and he kept that in his bag. I suddenly noticed that his hand shape, the visible arm veins, and wrist width were like a grown up teenager and definitely not a 13 year old boy’s! I was confused, as his face looked so innocent.
Master-ji: Please stand here under the light.
As I took a couple of steps and stood at the most illuminated part in the room, I was wondering how to know exactly how old is this Deepak. I tried to chat with Deepak trying to get
Me: Deepak, what do you do apart from this job?
Deepak: I work part-time in a bookshop in the evening and doing apprentice under Master-ji.
Me: Oh! I see. How many brothers and sisters are you?
I generated normal conversation and from that tried to reach my goal. As I knew that for measurement purpose I had to do some exposing before Master-ji, but I wanted to be sure that I can ignore Deepak considering he is a little boy.
Deepak: I have two sisters, both elder than me and married.
Me: So you now look after your parents.
Deepak: Yes Madam, but from next year my wife would also look after them.
I was simply stunned to hear that!
Me: What? Your wife?
Master-ji: Madam, in villages, they get married very early.
Me: But how old is he?
Master-ji: He is 18.
O! My God! He is 18 years old. That means he is as good as a Class XII boy and by no means a class XII boy can be considered ‘innocent’. And he is going to get married next year! Master-ji noted my surprised looks for Deepak.
Master-ji: Madam, he looks young because of his absence of beard and mustaches.
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