This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have
no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted
within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is
strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the
safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this
story.

This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any
further.
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Family Values - Meeting the Family

"So you accept or not?" Vivek asked me. His eyes reflecting the
amusement he felt at my shock.

I knew Vivek for close to a year now. He had joined the company 8
months ago and initially we had nothing in common apart from smoking.
He was a generation older than me, I was 26 and he was closing in on
50. However, the friendship blossomed through some fantastic
arguments, many which made us forget that we were to return to our
seats after the first smoke. Our boss had virtually given up on the
two of us, but it was the fact that our work was impeccable that
allowed us to keep our jobs.

On more than one occasion Vivek had spent the night at my place. On
these occasions we would drink and debate long into the night. It was
on one of these occasions that Vivek saw my collection of porn. He was
intrigued by my collection. BDSM and control porn was not big in India
at that time. The discussion had centered around porn and freedom of
speech that day. From time to time, the topic of my interest in BDSM
would surface, until Vivek one day told me about his family – then
BDSM was mostly what we discussed.

A month after his married to Kiran he had found her in bed with her
college lover on returning home. His first reaction had been to end
the marriage, but Kiran had begged him and he had enjoyed the feeling
of power. He had proceeded to make her is slave. In his own words, he
enjoyed "treating her as if she were scum". One of his first actions
had been to get her a chastity belt. The search for this
not-so-easy-to-find article led him to discovering BDSM. In the days
before the Internet and video, he had read up on every little bit that
he could find on the subject. Kiran had kept her end of the bargain
and the marriage survived. Not only did it survive, it flourished in
the form of two daughters.

Vivek put the chastity belt on his daughters on the each got her first
periods. He also kept a watchful eye on his daughters, believing that
they had inherited the smuttiness of their mother. He recounted how he
would periodically check their soiled panties for semen stains, and
make them hand over their panties when they returned late. Invariably
the actions led to incestuous sex between the father and the
daughters.

I would prod Vivek for more details and he freely told me everything.
The one thing he hadn't done was invite me home. As a matter of fact,
he never invited anyone home. So my shock at his invitation was not
totally unexpected.

"You want me to come over for dinner?" I clarified.

"Yes, and stay the night too, if you like", he confirmed.

My penis was suddenly very uncomfortable inside my underwear.

"Sure", I told him.

The next evening I found myself standing outside Vivek's door feeling
very much like a kid standing outside a candy-store, one where he knew
he would not be asked to pay for what he picked up.

Vivek opened the door and ushered me in. I stepped into the house as
he called out to Kiran and told her that their guest was here. Kiran
appeared just ahead of me at my right, from the kitchen. She was
dressed in a sari, decked up, but not overdressed. I noticed that she
wore her sari below the navel – well below the navel. Her blouse was
cut deep at the neck, and the pallu of the sari did nothing to hide
her cleavage or her breasts, in fact, it bunched together and passed
between her breasts.

For a brief moment, I pretended not to notice, but then I caught
myself and stared. In this house I didn't have to appear decent, I
could ogle all I wanted. It was such a relief knowing that I didn't
have to playact for once.

"Namaste", she said as she folded her hands and greeted me in the
traditional Indian manner.

I replied to her greeting.

As Vivek guided me into the living room to our left, he told Kiran to
bring the girls out.

We sat down and I took the cigarette he offered me. As I was lighting
up I noticed the entrance of his daughters. I looked up at two very
beautiful girls.

"Introduce yourselves", their father prompted them sweetly.

"Hi, I'm Shalini", the elder one informed me. "I'm 18, 33B-26-33. I
lost my virginity at 12 to dad. I look forward to pleasing you."

My stomach was in knots, my penis was rock hard and all she needed to
do was touch me to make me cum.

"Hello, I'm Rheeya", the next one said. "I'm 17, 33B-24-32. I lost my
virginity 12 to dad. I look forward to pleasing you."

I wanted to say something clever. I desperately wanted to, but at that
moment, the only functioning part of my body was restrained in my
underwear.

Then his wife said, "I am Kiran. I'm 36, 36D-26-38. I lost my
virginity at 16 to my lover. I am at your service, and look forward to
your commands."

I felt my pre-cum beginning to leak and wished I could take a bathroom break.

Vivek sent his wife back to the kitchen, asked Shalini to make our
drinks and he asked Rheeya to show me her chastity belt.

"Usually it is a ritual we have every night before we turn in", he
explained. "I undo the chastity belts and then one of them cleans
everybody's belt. Today I took off Kiran's and Shalini's so that they
are accessible to you. I had Rheeya keep hers on so you could see it.
I guess the sight of the belt must excite you as much as the sex."

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