I have wanted to be a bride ever since I saw the Royal Wedding Prince of Wales and Lady Diana Spencer in 1981, when I was 18. I fell in love with Princess Diana's gown! Even though I was pretty much a typical boy, I always used to daydream about being a bride or a princess - especially wearing a pretty bridal gown or being fussed over. I wanted to know what it felt like to wear a really gorgeous Bridal gown, with full-length petticoats and layers and layers of satin. My bridal dreams probably grew out of those young "girl" desires.
I wanted to be Bahu (Daughter-in-law) of a big orthodox Khandan (Royal
Family). I wanted to serve my husband and then In-laws wearing Sarees and
keeping Ghunghat (Veil of Saree). It was exciting to imagine someone
controlling me that way, taking away the responsibility for what was happening,
forcing me to become a woman, a wife and a Bhabhi (Brother's wife,
Sister-in-law), something I might really enjoy anyway. At the same time, it was
a scary concept, giving up control of your life to another person.
When I first reached puberty seeing Rajasthani women wearing
Sarees with Ghunghat over their face always turned me on. I always wanted to be
a Bahu of a Rajasthani family because I wanted to wear Sarees &
Lehenga-cholis covering my face with Ghunghat was also a deep satisfaction. I
always dreamed of female dominance and submission involving public humiliation
and cross-dressing. My biggest regret was to realize what fun I could have if I
become a Saree & Ghunghat clad Bahu of a huge Rajasthani family.
The sources of my arousal and satisfaction were far ranging: from
avidly reading Saree, Lehenga-cholis and Bridal Gowns advertisements in
newspapers, magazines and internet, through careful but discrete observation of
Guajarati & Rajasthani women in temples and bazars, also discrete, in
social situations of Rajasthani women to require keep Ghunghat over their face
for the proper respect towards men.
As I grew up, watching with concealed envy as rustling petticoat
layers presented themselves before me under Sarees of every woman especially
the Ghunghat clad Rajasthani women from neighbourhood. I remember hearing them
in temples about the intricacies of Sarees Petticoats, Lehenga-cholis &
Ghunghat.
I had gotten the job at the store for the summer. I was an
Engineering college student who needed extra cash and with the recession going
on. I had little choice as to what job I could get. I was hired as a computer
operator "RITU's BRIDALS" in Bandra, Mumbai. I had worked through the
summer with the embarrassment subsiding after the first week.
Wedding gowns, Brides-Maid's gowns, Bridal Sarees, Lehenga-cholis
and more, I had never been exposed to this before but at least most of my work
was done behind the closed doors, in the back room. I worked as a data entry
operator, the trucks when they came in, boxed the articles for shipping, and
after the store closed I would maintain the computers and do other chores. I
worked the late shift, 5 pm until midnight. This gave me two hours each night
after the store was closed to clean up. By the end of the summer, Ritu had
enough confidence in me to let me stay the final hour alone and lock the store
up.
I guess, before I go on with my tale, I should tell you that I
have been into dressing in women's clothes since Jr. High. I slipped on a
petticoat when I was in the 7th grade and have been hooked since. Obviously
living at home I don't have much of an occasion to wear Sarees & petticoats
but when I do I thoroughly enjoy it. Now in spite of my proclivity for women's
clothes I was good and did not take or try anything on in the store for fear of
getting caught. Tonight that would all change.
Ritu came to me about 7:00 and asked if I could stay late tonight.
There was a shipment coming in around midnight that needed to be unloaded and
stored in the back room. This was my last weekend and unfortunately I had
nothing to do this Saturday night. I agreed to do it.
The entire night my thoughts turned to trying on one of the bridal
gown. How could I let a golden opportunity slip away like this??? The night
dragged on but Ritu let me go home for dinner at 8:00. I barely had enough time
to shave myself from arms to toes. A few little nicks would have to do, as I
was running out of time. I packed a few things and headed back for the store.
It was a slow day so Ritu was out of the store within a half hour
after closing. I finished my chores and the truck showed up earlier than
expected. I unloaded the truck and it left on its way. It was now only reaching
midnight and I would have time to play. Ritu knew I was staying late so there
would be no problem with the alarm company.
I went to the racks and found the gown that I had loved since I
first saw it. It was a huge & long flowing bridal gown that would spread
around me like a cloud. I grabbed the necessary petticoats, two of them huge
and made of thick cotton with lot of frill.
I went to the back room and tore off my clothes. Slowly and
deliberately the transformation took place. The petticoats came first. Finally
I was ready for the gown. I stepped into it and pulled the shoulders up. I
reached behind my back and pulled the zipper up to the neck.
Next came the big wig of long hair having length more than 6'. I
donned the wig I had bought. The length was just below my ass and it caressed
my back as I moved my head. I put elastic to hold it on my head. Next I wore
the earrings and necklace. It would be another four hours before I had to
vacate the store so I was able to indulge myself in the little things. Next
came the veil. Within fifteen minutes the whole transformation was complete.
I walked onto the floor and over to a full-length mirror. I could
not believe my eyes. I was a gorgeous bride. The long flowing gown and full
petticoats made it difficult to walk but that just added to my state of
vulnerability. The storeroom was too small for me to experience the walking in
gown. I wanted to walk a lot. I was eager to walk around the store; I was
standing there just admiring the feel of the gown and petticoats. I was in
heaven.
The mall officially closed at 10:00 pm but many employees stayed
until as late as 11:00 to finish their nightly tasks. I was always the last one
to leave. I was not satisfied anymore with just wear the bridal gown I wanted
to walk around the store. I looked to the front door of the store to where it
led into the enclosed mall. My palms got sweaty and my heart started to race.
My mind questioned: What if I got caught?
My mind quickly answered: But there was never anyone around when I
left and the mall didn't have a night security force.
How much longer did I have? It was only 12.00 and I had over three
hours to walk around and get back to change.
What if I damaged the gown?
I could store it in a box in the back and Ritu would not find out
for weeks. I'm scared! You will never have another opportunity like this again.
My mind screamed back at me.
I looked out of the store. The mall was relatively dark, only a
few night-lights on which was enough to allow me to walk around. I unlocked the
door and slowly opened it. I cautiously looked out and verified that there was
not a sound in the mall. I picked up the gown and walked from the safe confines
of the store. The door closed behind me and I let out a big breath. I waited to
see if I could hear anything. After two minutes there again was not another
sound. I started to relax.
I walked towards the main entrance. From there I could go down
either of the other two branches of the mall or walk up the stairs to the upper
level. As I walked I could hear the noise my petticoats were making. Every so
often I would stop and listen. Never did I hear a thing. I felt so wonderful! I
imagined myself on my wedding day, so beautiful! And all the eyes on me. At
almost every mirror I could see my reflection. Sometimes I would even stop to admire
myself. I reached lower floor and had to make a decision. I thought for a
moment and decided to go to the upper level where the walkway overlooked the
main level. Again I picked up the gown and started to walk up the stairs. It
was very difficult walking.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This night would bring memories
for the rest of my life. I could picture the wedding guests looking up at me
saying how pretty bride I was. I got to the bottom of the stairs and made my
way back to the store. Everything looked as I had left it. I paused at the door
did I remember to put the lock safety on? My hand delicately grasped the handle
and I pulled.... It opened.
I walked inside and started to walk towards the back room when I
heard a woman's voice... Ritu's voice. She started to sing...
"Here comes the bride, here comes the bride"
I stopped, as did my heart. I looked to the sidewall and saw Ritu
emerge from the office.
"My! My! Don't you look pretty?" Ritu walked toward me
from the office. She was wearing a nice yellow T-shirt, jacket and Jeans with
black leather shoes.
I just stood there. I couldn't move. My own shoulders sagged, my
own head drooped, my own eyes filled near to overflowing with shame and
confusion. My mind raced to think of something to tell her but I couldn't. She
came up to me and looked close at my long hair and how the gown fit. I could
feel the sweat start on my hands.
"An admirable job for a male. This is obviously not the first
time that you have done this is it?” she looked in the eyes.
Ritu whispered: "You will make a beautiful girl; you will be
a real princess."
I stammered for a moment, "No. Well Yes, I mean this is the
first time I have taken any of your things to try them on but I have dressed
before at home." There it was out. I finally admitted it to someone.
She said more firmly. "One day you will walk down the aisle
in a full wedding gown and say 'I do'. After that happens, you and your groom
will go off on your honeymoon to start your new life as a married woman."
"I'm not going to hold any judgments against you but I think
that you have betrayed my trust. I am not a harsh person and would like to give
you the opportunity to make it up to Me.", she looked serious.
"Well, what do you have in mind?"
"I am in need of a model for this weekend's show there at
'Mumbai Church'. I think that you look great in that gown and I need you to
model it and some others." she paused waiting to see my reaction.
"But, I would feel... it's just... No, I can't." I
finally managed to say something intelligent.
"Ok. I am sorry that you feel that way. I do have the store
surveillance videotape and I'll just have to bring it to your friends and
explain why I had to fire you on your last night." I could see a glint in
her eye.
"No, wait you can't do that. I mean it wouldn't be
fair.", I pleaded with her.
"It's your decision", she seemed to lose the glint.
I thought about it for a moment. It would be great to be able to
wear bridal gowns like these in front of people. Would I pass? What if someone
who knew me saw me?
"Ritu? Would I really pass as a girl?"
"Yes. But you would need a little help with your make up and
walk. Tell you what. Come to my house Saturday night and you will sleep over.
I'll give you the treatment and teach you how to be a woman. The next morning
you will come to the store, do the show and then I'll destroy the tape for you.”
She started to get excited. I smiled at her and then looked at my clothes,
"I should change before I go home."
"Yes. Before you get totally dressed I will need to take
measurements to assure that the items are fit properly." she followed me
to the backroom.
She helped me take the gown off and then she started measuring me.
It didn't take too long and I was on my way home. A thousand thoughts went
through my mind. Most of them questions. Ritu assured me that everything would
work out just fine.
The whole next day I couldn't concentrate. I was thinking of
Saturday night and what would happen to me. In the afternoon I went to the
local bookstore and bought copies of 'Modern Bride', 'Bride & wedding',
'Dulhan' the clerk never gave me a second look and off I went to the nearby
park.
I found a secluded area and laid out a blanket and started to read
the magazine. There were so many beautiful gowns I once again drifted off to fantasyland.
How would it have been if I had been a girl on my wedding day?
After a few moments I broke my thoughts and continued reading
about makeup, gown styles, wedding arrangements and more. I was ready to be
transformed! I learnt from the magazine 'Dulhan' that 'It is always been
advised to the Rajasthani brides that once the Bride is aware that she has lost
her freedom after the wedding she must obey her in-laws in every way. If for
some reason she is unable to obey she must indicate to her in-laws the reason
for her failure. If the reason is not acceptable to her in-law the Bahu may
expect punishments like standing bent over for her failure to be obedient. The
Bahu must at all times react eagerly to the commands of her in-laws in
adventures. It is important that she be especially vigilant in displaying her
submissiveness to her in-laws in order to their status as her MASTERS.
Saturday passed slowly. I didn't pack much since I wasn't going to
be wearing my usual clothes. I made it to Ritu's house at 7:00 pm and she
invited me in.
Her house was elegant, yet simple. Flowers around the room,
comfortable furniture and pastel colours abound. She asked me if I wanted
something to drink and I politely declined.
"Ok, we don't have a lot of time before tomorrow. Go upstairs
into the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Leave your clothes on the floor outside
the door and I'll take care of them. In the bath wash yourself with the soap
and sponge I left for you. When you are done shave everything from your
eyebrows down. I'll check you out when you are done. If you don't do it right
the first time then I'll shave for you!" she ushered me off to the
upstairs.
I did what she said, stripping while running the bath. I dropped
the clothes outside the door and got in the tub. The soap and sponge were right
where she said they would be. I got started. The soap had a pretty scent to it
and I enjoyed that. The shaving on the other hand took a lot longer. It wasn't
that I was very hairy but there was enough for it to take me an hour to shave.
When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a pink towel around me. I
called Ritu.
Ritu walked in and had me drop the towel. I was very
self-conscious but Ritu was all professional. She touched up a few spots that I
missed and handed the towel to me, "At the end of this hallway is a
bedroom. There are clothes on the bed for you. Put all of them on and come
downstairs makeover."
I just smiled at her and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed
were feminine clothes, not that I expected anything different. A full-size
frilly red petticoat and a white colored cotton house gown that came down to
floor but was little shorter in length than my petticoat so my petticoat was
visible. I carefully placed these items on and went downstairs. My huge petticoat
was restricting my steps my cock was pressing against the folds of my
petticoat. My petticoat was making lot of noise while walking.
"My don't you look pretty", Ritu said invoking memories
of being caught in the store, "Come on lets go to sleep"
I slept on the bed fiddling with my cock through my petticoat. I
was becoming more and more nervous with the thoughts regarding tomorrow's
bridal sessions, As if the next night was supposed to be my wedding night --!
The morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. I was up half
the night thinking about what today would bring. I was still reeling from going
to bedroom dressed as a Bride... and PASSING! Ritu came into the room and shook
me gently. "Come on sleepy-head. It's 6:00 am and we have a dozen things to
do before we go to the store", she left only when she knew I was awake.
I staggered up and removed the nightgown and headed for the
shower. As I lathered myself up, it felt strange until I remembered that I had
shaved everything off last night.
After the shower I sprinkled powder on my body and went back to
the bedroom. Ritu had been kind enough to lie out some clothes for me that I
would need to wear to the store. I sat down and put on the cotton Salwar-kameez
she had left. Next came the hair weaving, Ritu helped me to my long and thick
hair in a big bun. I guess I was taking a bit longer than Ritu would have liked
because she came in and finished my makeup for me. I was ready to go.
After a quick breakfast we left the house at 8:00 am and headed
for the store. There was a lot to do before the noon fashion show. The gowns
were arranged in the back room by model and the room was cleared so the models
(and I) would have room to change. I shivered when I set up the one rack with
my name on it, "Shilpa." It was a name that I had chosen in sheer
admiration of my favourite actress Shilpa Shetty. I like the way Shilpa wears
the Sarees and her long hair.
The morning went quick and the models showed up around 10:30. We
were all in the back Ritu's friends Kareena, Karishma and Rageshwari were
touching up each other's hair and makeup. I was worried that I would be found
out but Ritu had set it up.
Ritu told my first gown was different than one I had on the night
I got caught. It felt different thought as it had been taken in and it actually
fit the way it was supposed to. I guess that the thought of modelling as bride
in front of a crowd also added to the excitement. I could hardly wait.
I stood in the center of the room fully naked. With that the girls
were in hysterics at my red-faced humiliation, they lifted a white petticoat up
and tied it around my waist. It was huge; it was the fullest petticoat I'd ever
seen. They tugged three more petticoats down over my head and teased out each
layer. My legs now disappeared under the expanse of cotton material and lot of
frills. All the four were thick, heavy made out of whitest cotton and having
lot of frills. I was admiring cold caressing touch of them to my legs.
Before I was helped into the gown, I slipped my white sandals onto
my feet. Ritu and Karishma then lifted the gown up and lowered down onto my
body, making sure not to mess my hair or makeup. With the gown around my waist,
Karishma held up the top and I slid my arms into the sleeves. The Bridal Gown,
with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for Ritu
to go on my backside and button it up. Ritu then did the necessary buttoning of
the back of the gown. It seemed like it took her forever. Ritu buttoned the
back of the gown up, all 36 buttons. We all held our breath until Ritu
finished, hoping that the gown would fit and not be too tight. With the last
button in place, we all started smiling. The gown fit beautifully. Maybe, she
was a little nervous in helping her new bridal model get ready for her wedding
show.
I remembered the lines from magazine 'The Bride'; a woman's
wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with
her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get
to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal Gown.
Finally, the task was finished. Actually, I had to add the sheer
infill at the neck. The sleeves were so heavy that they tended to slide off my
shoulders. The whole gown was heavy, in fact - the satin was a luxurious weave,
and all the beaded trim adds up. Then, there was the added weight of the
crinoline hoops and cotton petticoats that support the gowns. But oh! The
incredible feeling of being enveloped in this magnificent finery is simply
indescribable! And on account of the tiny buttons up the back, I need
assistance to get out of it - how I do love to be made to remain dressed,
waiting patiently to be released! I was now totally locked in to my own
clothes. Now it was not possible for me to run away. I was now a 'Don't runaway
bride'. I enjoyed the sensation being bride; I felt the weight of the gown on
my shoulders & waist. It was definitely heavy, but softly femininely
uncomfortable. My cock was almost 8" inches long and pressing hard on the
petticoats.
"Heavy, isn't it?" Ritu nodded at me.
"All wedding gowns have to be heavy to remind the bride when
she's saying her vows, the burden of responsibility she now has in looking
after the marital home, her new husband and hopefully any in-laws."
She turned me so I can look in the mirror. It is amazing! Before
me appears a real woman, dressed for her wedding. How long I stood there
staring at myself with no evidence of maleness left, running my hands lightly
along the cool satin of the gown, my fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown,
savouring with a mixture of fear and awes the feelings that assaulted me.
A pearl necklace and pearl earrings were placed around my neck and
on my ears. Ritu then attached the train to my gown. I gathered my gowns and
sat delicately making sure my petticoats & gown were arranged about me on
the floor. The petticoats and the gown were thick beneath me, while Karishma
pinned my veil and headpiece to my hair. The veil was magnificent in its own
right. It consisted of three layers of net with an embroidered border. Ritu
arranged the net very carefully so that a layer of it fell in front of my face.
I tried to see past the veil, but it was too tightly woven for me to see
through it. I was in my own little bridal world. I was now confined to my
bridal world. I knew I looked fabulous.
The gown fitted me very well around the waist. But the bodice was
embroidered and the gown flowed around my lower body and ended in a train that
I had to maneuverer as I walked out into the room. It was wonderful to walk in
the bridal gown and I felt as feminine as it swirled around me and as the train
dragged on the carpet. Walking in gown with erect cock was fabulous. Turning
was an interesting problem because I had to be very careful that I did not end
up with the train in front of me. I felt very happy in that gorgeous gown with
its square neck and the sleeves caressing my bare arms.
"Shilpa you look incredible. What does the gown feel like?
How do you feel?" asked Ritu.
"Completely unreal," I said, putting my hands down by my
side and resting them on the fabric. "I can hardly tell that there is a
body under this gown at all."
I began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came
when I wore such clothing.
"You would make a stunning bride in that gown, Shilpa,"
she said and I had to agree.
"You know, you should get married to a suitable man this
year, you will look fantastic in a white wedding gown." Ritu said after a
while.
"Come off it Ritu, of course I'll be the groom and wear a
tuxedo or a morning coat at my wedding, How can I be in gown?" I
protested.
Karishma gave a strange smile to Ritu and suddenly all the girls
started laughing.
Ritu stepped back, admiring the view. "Go ahead Shilpa,"
she said, "swish it around a little. Have fun with it." I spun my
hips left and right, watching a pool of frill and ruffles at my feet swirl
around me. I reached down to caress the folds of cotton & silk pushing it
this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.
And yet I was not completely happy with that gown. It was
beautiful and I felt amazing to be wearing it. But I wondered if it was quite
right for the wedding. I expressed my doubts and Ritu saw my point.
"It is certainly not a practical gown," she said with
laughing. "I doubt whether you will be able to get down the aisle to your
groom in it!"
"Did she say 'Groom'? But I was not going to marry anybody. I
was a male, how come I marry a groom?" I was wondering on Ritu's laugh.
I paraded once more round the room then very carefully stood in
middle of the room. The gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and
there was barely room for others to stand. They walked me up and down the shop
to get me used to the volume of the petticoats. Ritu told me hold up the hem at
the front to avoid tripping over, and that a glimpse of frilly petticoat was a sure-fire
way of attracting attention from anybody.
As I walked, I was very aware of the motion my legs imparted to
the heavy petticoats and the bridal gown and it further intensified my arousal.
I had become very aroused and had lot of trouble in walking with erect cock. I
shivered the feeling of being a bride warmed my body temperature.
"That's it, swish those petticoats look up and smile. The
more petticoats for you to feel the burden of womanhood" Rageshwari teased
me. I was red with shame. I was looking at Rageshwari she was wearing a white
cotton trouser & a white jacket over an orange T-shirt. How confident she
was! And a man like me was confined in the Bridal gown. Rageshwari and all
other girls were enjoying my transformation from Boy to Bride.
The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of their own,
swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the
petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis. Now I was
locked in my gown I couldn't reach the back, so I was bound in that gown until
someone can unbutton it for me.
I was informed that this time, the show was something different
and they were planning to have a wedding as a main theme of the fashion show.
Obviously they were requiring only one model as a Bride and I was supposed to
be Bride for the following wedding. Other models were going to be my
bride's-maids. For that purpose only the show was held in "Mumbai
Church" to bring more reality to the show.
Ritu said, "It's something every woman wants to experience
Shilpa, and I want you experience the thrill of being Bride"
"But who is going to be the groom?" I asked with a
sinking feeling in my stomach.
Ritu didn't answer me instead choose to keep silence.
"Then who's the groom?" I was getting worried now.
"Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day,"
Ritu said turning to leave. "See you down front. Don't forget to say you’re
`I do's" nice and loud."
Did I dare? Did I dare wear that huge Bridal Gown and walk that
aisle and say that vow, in front of God and everybody? Who was going to be my
groom?
Karishma walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said with a
mischievous glint to her eyes,
“Yeah! You are a very beautiful bride. Nothing makes a boy look
more feminine than a wedding gown! You are going to go weak in the knees when
you will see your groom, while walking down that aisle! Shilpa Take some time
to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding and of course.
Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you'll have on your wedding
night at your Sasural!(Father-in-law's house) I'm sure you'll make your in-laws
very happy by serving them. Enjoy your wedding."
I was beet red at the comment. I was thinking of making a run for
it the first chance I got! The wedding thing had me in internal panic!
I asked Ritu why she was not telling me about the groom. Her
answer was that it was a surprise. Then she added, "Although he is really
cute", "and a real stud" added Karishma with mysterious smile on
her face.
What did she mean by that? I wasn't nervous now. I was just plain
scared. What had Ritu cooked up actually? I was actually going to marry
someone. I was scared now.
My eyes sparkled and my heart skipped a beat.
"It's time now little bride, time to go to your husband"
Ritu snarled.
Finally the car arrived at the front of the store. Ritu and her
assistances helped me to sit into the car .It is very difficult to sit in a car
in bridal gown with so much petticoats. It was a remarkable feeling to be
dressed as a bride. I was terrified. There I was, sitting into my car seat,
dressed as a Bride, with my face covered in veil, for the entire world to see.
When I got in to the car the wind caught my veil and it felt fantastic!! I felt like a queen! Car dropped us at the backroom of the church. Everyone helped me get out of the car. Ritu left to change her clothes. Karishma showed me how to fix the wedding gown and then all the girls helped me to freshen my makeup and puffed my bridal gown.
Somebody said Church was packed with men and women. The runway
thrust out into the crowd, everyone had come to see this wedding show,
including cameramen from national papers as well as local ones and there was
even a crew from the television station. I felt very exposed but at the same
time very excited. Without looking under my gown, nobody could tell that I was
really a man. As I gaze at the image, I have become a bride about to be wed. My
heart sank but I knew I had no choice for I now knew what was about to happen.
I was about to become the bride. My member was rock hard. I was not able to
even touch it due to my huge gown.
Karishma came in carrying a large bouquet. Karishma showed me how
to hold hands together in front so that I wouldn't drop the bouquet. I did as I
was told; Karishma wrapped several ribbons from the bouquet around my wrists
and tied them tightly. The bouquet in front of me now bound my hands together.
I was now virtually handcuffed by my bouquet.
They say a bride looks radiant on her wedding day and, although
technically I was not the woman, but I was radiant as a bride. The photographer
started positioning us for the posed shots. First, she took my official
full-length bridal portrait. I was holding my bouquet at waist; Rageshwari and
Kareena teased me to smile for the Bridal photographs. A second portrait was
taken with my veil lowered over face. I wanted to run but I was helpless my
heart was sinking as Karishma fixed my veil.
I was having a shiver going down my spine, as I know I am going to
get married in wedding gown, in presence of public! Nervousness screamed
through my body, I found I was totally the center of attention, girls and
ladies oohing and ahhing. My knees were shaking. My breath seemed to catch in
my throat, and my knees felt a bit weak.
On the long walk from the backroom to the church I kept seeing
faces of people I knew from work, even from school and all of them were
wide-eyed with wonder at the beautiful girl I had become. The breeze was cool
on my face beneath the veil and it kept lifting the net in front of my face. I
was radiantly happy, as a bride ought to be on her wedding day. Everyone's eyes
were on me alone; as I was told afterwards they came out of curiosity but this
soon turned to admiration as they saw how lovely I looked. They came to see a
male dressed as a bride but very soon their eyes were only on the bride.
Cameras clicked and whirred as countless lenses captured my arrival. My glowing
smile beneath the veil was captured on countless films. The official
photographer was waiting at the church door.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to
get weak. It was all I could do to stand up. Seeing all those people made me
finally realise that I was actually going to marry someone! I remember
thinking: "Wow, I am getting married today! That too in a gown as a bride “It
was almost uncanny....
Ritu met me at the church door she was now changed into best man's
dress she was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie she was wearing red
-tape leather shoes. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. A girl
standing beside me was wearing male clothes and I the male was wearing such
restraining bridal clothes going to marry an unknown personality. My cock was
springing with every thought of being Bride for the forthcoming wedding.
"You look stunning," she said. "I shall find it
very difficult to think of you as a male."
I was happy now! But the happiness remained for seconds a when I
heard what Ritu said.
Ritu came near to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear,
"Shilpa, Don't be nervous most girls get a case of the
'butterflies' on their wedding day. When I saw your desire to become a bride, I
decided to look through your computer files. I found that your files regarding
your cross-dressing. I knew you wouldn't be able to quit, one of my friend Kads
is also very much interested in cross-dressing and he always wanted to be a
groom of a Trans-Bride. He was always insisting me to find a male bride for him
and what I found for him is in front of me. We then decided that if you got
married it would be terrific experience for both of you, So, I decided to do
this for you, and my friends wanted to help out. Anyway, be a good bride. As
the bride, I want you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to
be a bride."
I was stunned after hearing the reality; before I could speak she
added more,
" I know that you'll enjoy the sensations of being sensually
transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful Bride at the
wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for
commitment, obedience and lust to your husband. I want you to be the center of
attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only
focus of desire and want from your wanting husband your husband is really a
sweet. Just between you and me, your in-laws are very dominant. See, that's
like a real man you are not worth to be a man. It is better if man like you
remain a housewife for entire life. Now, we must go your groom is waiting"
I cringed a little at the thought. What would it be like going to
Sasural with a man as his bride? The idea scared the hell out of me. My breath
came in harsh gasps and I thought my knees would buckle as I gazed at Ritu
helplessly who with one mistake I made that night had captured my body and soul
and taken me on a one way journey into total subjugation to her every cruel
whim and humiliating edict.
I was in total shock, and was in a right state. "How can I
pull this off," I asked. "I'm a man for god's sake, not a woman; I
don't know how to be a wife or daughter-in-law of somebody."
"Look at you Shilpa," Ritu said; I didn't need to look
to see that I was dressed in a huge bridal gown and veil. "You have moved
on from being merely a man in a wedding gown. You are truly a girl when you
become Shilpa; you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your
life."
"Yes, but a wife of a man!" I added. "I scared,
Ritu, what if I get 'read' by someone, what then?"
Ritu assured me "You are a beautiful young lady, Shilpa, and
it is about time you came to realise that." She added kissing me again
reassuringly. Were this planned, a humiliation, and a kind of ego-reducing,
submissive training?
Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in,
thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was veiled and my hands were admiring ruffle
silk of my bridal gown, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a
Bride all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to
push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I
did not succeed. A strange feeling crept up and down my spine and made my cock
swell.
I was too scared now. I'm going to try to be the best wife there
ever was! Wife?
How could I say something so stupid! I was never, ever going to be
any body's wife!
It was going to be a perfect wedding - where I was the bride!
How could I be the bride? It was a world tossed on its head and
the only thing I wanted was out! Now! I wanted this insanity to stop!
I wanted everything to go wrong! I wasn't about to be somebody's
bride! I didn't want it to happen.
But all I could do was stand there quietly, in my Bridal Gown
She then rearranged my veil. I was shaking. "Oh my god what
have I gotten myself into!" I thought
The veil really did it for me. As if the wedding dress hadn't been
enough to convince anyone that I was the total bride those little additions
sealed it.
Ritu then added. "Well Shilpa, as eagerly as you are looking
forward to the beautiful moment when you and your husband say 'I do', I know
you are also eagerly looking forward to tonight! You first night"
"Stop!" I screamed inside my head.
Don't go there, please! It's not going to happen! Not to me, I
cannot be bride!
There cannot be a wedding night! How can I be married to a man?
It's ridiculous!
I was not going to be the bride in any wedding! There just had to
be a way out!
Please!! I couldn't accept the fact that there wasn't one thing I
could do about it, and that it was actually going to happen!
But whether I could accept it or not, I knew that didn't matter.
I knew that because, as terror stricken as I was at the moment,
I was still standing there in my bridal gown as if I was a
blushing bride about to commit my life to the husband of my dreams!
The music began. Oh! It was the time now I can't go back. …
How could all of this be happening? I thought back to when I was a
young boy for last 23 years. I would never have thought that some day I would
be marring somebody in a Wedding Gown as a bride!
My legs started to shake and at that moment the organ struck up
the wedding march. "Here comes the Bride!" rang out through the
church and I took my friend Ritu's arm once more. It is hard to describe the
intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly
felt as if I was a bride being walked down the isle by my best man. My legs and
hands were trembling and I was thankful the traditional walk down the aisle was
so slow and methodical!
I began to panic inside…was it too late to run? I looked out
through the audience and saw all the people who had gathered to see the
wedding. All I could do was stand here and think about what was happening to
me.
I knew that I could not turn back and run, and I slowly started
down the isle, I was on autopilot. What was I am going to do? She led me to the
dais, where a person I had never met before stood, waiting to marry me! I was a
man, to whom I was going to marry? A man?
Ritu once again whispered in my ear, "One final note,
Shilpa,"
"Just because you're going to be married woman that doesn't
mean you can let down on any of the rules. It won't be allowed, because you are
going to become a Rajasthani Bahu."
She laughed again with her big smile.
"Because you'll constantly be striving to be the best wife
your husband could want & a best Bahu your in-laws could want. For
instance, you'll never let your elder in-laws see your face because you will
always keep your face covered with Ghunghat. Of course your life will be full
of housework, cleaning, washing and all kinds of other things you'll be doing
there to serve your in-laws, always remember that you must keep Ghunghat"
The bridesmaids processed in, smiling brightly, moving elegantly
down the aisle to the altar. The cathedral was enormous, and the trip took some
time. The guests watched politely, but what they really wanted to see was the
bride. Finally, the last bridesmaid took her place.
The music stopped, and silence fell. Everyone got to his or her
feet. When I entered the hall, they all collectively gasped. Surely, there had
never been a more exquisite bride. There was a rustling sound of my huge
petticoats and gown. Everyone in the church turned to look at me. I was aware
of a communal intake of breath as inquisitiveness changed to admiration and
disbelief. The day was beautiful with sunlight streaming through the stained
glass windows of the church as I began my stately progress up the aisle.
I could feel every eye in the church on me and me alone. Oh I
could never hope for such a moment again if I lived forever! I wished the walk
down that aisle would never end! And yet, on the other hand, I don't know who
was waiting for me there. I was striving to see him through my veil. My veil
was a thick white that covered my face completely. There would be no turning back
now.
My gown was so full that there was barely room for Ritu and I to
walk side by side. To walk in the long swishing bridal gown with their numerous
petticoats caused a lot of quite pleasurable sensations in me.
It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the altar. I
kept my eyes in front down through my tightly woven veil and took very short
steps in my huge petticoats and gown.
I wasn't aware of a figure on the stage dressed in a black suit. I
nearly fainted when I saw the man in front of me. He was about five feet eight
inches tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to me. Where had Ritu
gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I was? My cock started growing against
my cotton petticoats and I am embarrassed to realize that there's nothing I can
do to hide my erection As I stood there, I could feel the eyes of the rest of
the church staring at the back of me and could not help but feel nervous.
I had left my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing
before her groom, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment
to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmmmmm…..!
I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going
on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. My
cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat. I was shivering with shame. I
had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. I had
never thought of such day that I would be standing for my wedding as a Bride
that too in Bridal Gown and veil. My face and chicks were hot due to the shame.
Ritu led me up to groom's side, and leaned down to whisper in my
ear "Just be a good Bride, Shilpa You're lucky to have an understanding
husband like Kads. After tonight, you'll most likely want to kiss the ground.
You must take care to savor every moment. Store away the memories of this day.
In the future, they will help you get through the more onerous duties a wife is
always burdened with"
My stomach lurched at the thought of being bride because my shame
was to be witnessed by a crowd of stranger. I was standing onto the dais as a
truly blushing bride, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought
of the ordeal now only minutes away now that I was able to be pretty and
sensual. The feel of my petticoats swishing against my legs and of my huge,
heavy gown, with the train, moving with my head was an experience I would never
forget. I felt myself begin to blush.
I looked at the minister through my veil and then looked at my
groom. My groom gave me a ravenous look, and my cheeks turned pink with
pleasure. I smiled shyly back and blushed with embarrassment. I felt my knees
go weak. Looking into my groom's eyes I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so
cute and strong and forceful. I felt smaller, weaker, and helpless... and it
was a real turn-on. My erect cock was lifting my petticoats. I felt obligated
to do something. I was, after all, his future wife. I moaned and writhed
passionately now, my maleness stripped away.
My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of being a wife
of somebody for life, it sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to my midsection.
I could clearly see his face now. I could feel the blood rushing through my
body as I stared at him trying to figure out where I'd seen him before. I could
feel my legs starting to tremble and those butterflies feeling deep at the
bottom of my stomach begin to start fluttering. Then I felt a burning sensation
begin to start spreading on my cheeks and I quickly looked away. I bet he was
laughing at me inside his head.
I knew that I was blushing madly and I would have done anything to
stop blushing.
The preacher began the ceremony.
This was the moment-- This made it all worthwhile--all the hard
work and the sacrifice, even the many humiliations--just to be standing here
now, the blushing bride on her wedding day. What a lovely feeling! I was going
to marry today. I was going to become a wife of somebody. After few moments I
was going to lose my freedom I was going under control of my husband.
To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to
what was going on. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing
here…standing in front of a crowd of people fully attired as a woman, as a
bride…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of this very feminine Bridal
gown and the delightful caress of my veil.
I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. His face was familiar to
me. A remarkable resemblance with him and Kajol was there. His hairs were
darker and combed in a style. He wore a classic suit. His groomsman was also a
boy dressed the same way as Kads . Both had sideburns to the middle of their
ears and what appeared to be beard shadows! From three pews or farther away we
looked like any couple in love getting married. He looked deeply into my eyes and
smiled warmly. My knees almost gave way.
Preacher said, "Do you Kads accept this woman Shilpa as your
wedded wife?"
He was holding my hands and saying, "I do." Kads held my
hand tightly as though I might try to escape his clutches but I knew that all attempts
of escape were over now. I could never escape him and I would be Mrs Rajasthani
until I died. Despite Kad's happiness, I was still struggling to come to terms
with the enormity of what had happened. Kads had taken steps that I would be
his wife and not want for anything in the future. All I must do is look pretty
and do all the things a young wife must do.
As the bride, I was experiencing a touching and pleasurable
sensation. I was shivering heavily in my veil. My face felt hot and I knew it
was scarlet with embarrassment. I wanted to shrink back down into my huge
Bridal gown & veil.
Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to
bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as ritual
I did it with embarrassment and shame. My cock was almost an
8" long. I bent down at Kads feet and touched his shoes. They were heavy
leather shoes. My face felt hot with embarrassment. I then followed preacher's
lines
"I accept you Kads to be my wedded husband. I promise to be
faithful to you, to give and to receive, to care and console, to inspire and
respond. I will serve you when we are together. I hereby offer Kads the
submission of my person and myself into Kad’s guidance. Through my acceptance
him as my husband, I willingly expect to be trained, dominated, guided and
punished as necessary for lifetime. I agree that during our marriage life I
will be under the complete control of Kads. I as a wife will practice the
virtues of loyalty, obedience and respect. Disobedience or failure will result
in punishment as seen to be appropriate by Kads. I agree to be trained in any
way they deem appropriate. I accept that this wedding will bind me as a wife to
Mr. Kads and is dedicated to the accomplishment of its goals."
I wanted to run like hell. I am not entirely sure I can go through
with this. Actually being ... man, it's a terrifying thought! Making that kind
of commitment, spending the rest of my life as a wife of this person, being
completely and totally subordinate to him.
"Do you, Shilpa in Bridal gown and veil, take this man Kads
to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in
health?"
My heart was beating at an unbelievable pace. My face felt a rush
of blood. My tongue barely moved as I said, " I, Do" I stated in the
demure feminine voice I had practiced for 20 years.
My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of
stimulation, growing to its fullest.
I was shivering and had to balance my self in my heavy gown. I was
grinning with most of my front teeth on display, as groom looked me over past
my veil. Now I was his wife in the veil & bridal gown.
I looked at Ritu. She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if
she couldn't believe I had really gone through with it. Well, I had a husband
now. I was going to live out my life as a wife. And serve my husband, as a wife
should be.
I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to
make a vow to honour him, to serve him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey
him, a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment.
But, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on it. My
hands were trembling at that time. I was now a married woman. My maleness was
hard as a rock.
I heard the minister say those magic words: "By the power
that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I now pronounce you to
be a husband and wife. You may cane the bride, sir."
It was official. I was a woman, a married woman now! I was a WIFE
NOW! I got a shiver of embarrassment.
My husband Kads raised his arm holding the cane in air and
suddenly brought it down on my bottom A sweet pain went through my body and I
smiled coyly at him, I closed my eyes and waited for second cane to arrive at
my gown clad bottom. It came, and, so did awareness with it. I blushed with
fear and shame, as my own cock sprang to life amidst the cottons, satins and
silk of my petticoats. I did not want this. I was not a queer. Neither was
Kads. What was going one inside of us?
Clearly, the innocence my white gown pretended is a farce in the
light of my humiliation and subjugation. "My husband" I whispered to
myself. I was almost embarrassed by saying it, but no one heard me in the
excitement of people clapping and the organ music. The photographs showed me smiling
radiantly as I walked out of the sanctuary on Kads's arm, my head down with
shame everyone was celebrating my new status as Mrs. Kads's Rajasthani. I was a
married woman ready to take her place in society. I was a married woman ready
to submit to her husband's conjugal desires. I was a married woman ready to
start a new home with my new husband. I was a married woman.
I had just become Mrs. Shilpa Rajasthani. I would have to get my
name changed on my driver's license, passport, credit cards, etc. I was
starting to understand what women give up when they get married. I sensed all
eyes upon me as walked carefully with my bouquet in one hand and the other,
held by a cute, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple
Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies laughed at
me and congratulated me on getting one of the best husbands in the county.
Everyone who attended the reception was thrilled and happy for us when they
came through the reception line. I was still in heaven and Kads and I
considered each other married to one another. I was now Shilpa Kads Rajasthani
. Mrs. Kads Rajasthani. I was a married woman and would remain so the rest of
my life.
I was swirling around in my huge petticoats & gown with my
fully erect cock; I was enjoying my new status as a wife.
I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Kads, to make
it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. The
ceremony went on for what seemed like hours, and I did not know about the other
brides, but standing in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal gown was not
that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the
pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable
clothes was difficult my feet and thighs were aching! Kads was sitting on the
chair to take a rest, but as a bride I was not allowed to sit.
I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to
feeling of my husband's presence besides me, and his power on mine, and raising
my face to look at his face like an obeying bride was a loving embarrass. I was
feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride, the most honored
person at a wedding. What a feeling was that now I was a wife I have a husband
too. Now I was under total control of my husband Kads. Kads was meeting various
people and I was following him like most obedient wife. I felt myself
surrendering to my husband. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled
wife at this very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for
my Wedding night. I wanted desperately to serve Kads as my husband, and have
his control over me.
Each step I was following him was requiring lot of efforts! Thanks
to my voluminous petticoats and heavy bridal gown.
Finally Ritu said, " Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the cake
and open the presents."
As we approached the top of the great staircase the hubbub of
talking below got louder. Ritu went on ahead to warn the guests and then we
stepped on to the landing and began our slow and stately descent, Kads in her
beautiful black suit and me in the loveliest bridal gown. The guests below
burst into spontaneous applause as I set foot on the first step. It was hard,
beneath that mass of frill of my petticoats, for my foot to find the stair. I
made sure that it was secure before I moved my weight on to it and then began
the descent with Kads at my side. Whether he would have been much help had.
I stumbled I do not know but he was not tested. I put a dainty toe
on to the next step and the gown followed, swishing against the carpet and
caressing my thighs beneath there.
The gown, my petticoat, my long hair, the occasion all made moving
like a female easier for me. Cameras flashed and there was an admiring murmur
coming up to greet me. My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect. The
official photographer asked the crowd to move away and sent us back up the
stairs to make our descent again for her benefit. Going back up the stairs was
more difficult than descending as my gown kept getting caught beneath my
sandals and I had to lift the gown and all its petticoats while letting my long
hair slip down over my lower arms. It was a wonderful experience. The
photographer sent Ritu up to tidy up my gowns and then I made the descent
again, this time for her alone. I had to make several descents because she
wanted pictures of me alone as well as with Kads but I did not mind being the
center of attention. My lovely gown with its lacy bodice gave me such pleasure.
I knew I was a stunningly beautiful bride. I was enjoying the Bridal Gown!
All the guests laughed as we went through the typical
cake-cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts. Ritu gave us each a box.
Inside mine I found an envelope and a beautiful pearly white bridal Saree &
Blouse, which I was told to hold up.
Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher
plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock.
Then I opened up the envelope and read out-loud the note inside.
"Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her
first night. To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a great
first wedding night gift a lovely bridal saree. This Saree is special which
Madhuri wore in 100Days. You and Kads are going to Kads Haveli. Your clothes
and everything you may need are already there. I have packed lot of Sarees,
blouses, petticoats and Lehengas. Have a good time. And don't worry; all girls
are nervous on their wedding night. Don't forget to touch each and everybody's
feet properly from your Sasural"
I was Mrs. Shilpa Rajasthani! Wow! The change in my life was just
starting to hit me. I had been single, now after the "I do's" I was a
responsible woman, a wife and of course a Bahu of big Khandan.
I have become a wife! That was happened in such a short time! No
wonder I was so tense and excited! Then we walked hand in hand to the front
door, he in his tux and me in my white wedding gown, Kads headed to the car and
I gathered up the petticoats of my Gown on the arm of my husband taking care of
my huge bridal gown. Everyone outside the church stopped to stare at the two
newlyweds. They couldn't quite figure out why the groom looked like a woman in
a man's tuxedo. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria. I HAD A HUSBAND NOW!!
Limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us. The back
window had "JUST MARRIED" written on it. While sitting in the car I
wrestled with the big cotton petticoats, trying to fit the dress into the seat
with me! It looked like I had a two-foot high pile of satin and cotton on my
lap.
Now I as a beautiful Bride was being driven to the house of this
man who had just taken ownership of me, as though my wishes did not
matter. I was excited to be with my husband - but I had zero control over
myself! This really was my fantasy come true, I was so turned on by the fact,
that I didn't know where this was heading and had no control over events.
Kads seemed so matter of fact, so level-headed. I smiled at him. My cock was pressing against my petticoats now and I just had to look at it. It felt so huge, we smiled all the time during the drive and felt the brand new feeling of being married girl. It felt so new and exciting! To be a Bahu of a big khandan…but from inside I was scared a lot I was thinking of my then in-laws my Nanandi’s (Husband's sisters) and Devars (Husband's younger brothers) and not to forget my Sas(Mother-in-law) and their dominance over me.
By now the limo had drawn up to a forbidding looking stone manor
house an old Haveli (Old huge villa). After a little difficulty untangling in
gown and petticoats I came out of the car. Taking care of my huge bridal gown
and long hair, I followed Kads up the short flight of steps and through the
doorway. We then entered into my husband's haveli.
What now? Please, please don't get inside, I begged my husband in
my mind. I don't want to go in his Haveli! I don't want to go to my Sasural! I
am not a woman I am a Man. But my transvestite persona was enjoying my
difficult situation.
My mind raced. It was almost a dream come true to see what it
would be like to be someone's wife. But how could I live here for my entire
life as a Bahu of this khandan? Was I ready for that yet? How something like
this work would and what else would I have to do to make it convincing?
I will have to spend my whole life in a Haveli dressed in either
Lehenga-Cholis or Sarees with my face covered in ghunghat.
I will have to live in mother-in-law's dominant laws.
And I will have to touch her feet again and again.
I will have to clean the elder brother-in-law's room.
I will have to pull down my ghunghat again and again...
I will have to sweep the younger sister-in-law's room..
I will have to listen her taunts again and again...
I will have to cook at your my husband's house..
I will have to bear his dominance again and again...
"I'll do it," I blurted out. My whole body went taut
with fear for a second...
There were lots of people gathered in the hall. My Nanandi
Karishma escorted me to a side by room where she helped me to remove my bridal
gown. I found that I liked having my body encased in the silken rigidity of the
bridal gown. I did not relish removing either my petticoats or the wedding gown
at the end of the day.
Karishma then handed over two big pink petticoats and a nice pink
Lehenga-choli. I wore that Lehenga-choli with petticoat within seconds,
Karishma then adjusted the chunni and helped me to tie my hair in a long choti,
which was now running up to my bottom. Then Karishma selected golden and red
bangles and preferred lot of them. Karishma tied up Pajeb, Anklet, Bichuas
(rings worn on toes) on me. I was now wearing golden bracelet with little red
hearts in between and false diamond shinning there. Karishma then put on
necklace, my hand Jewellery i.e. rings chained to each other than meeting in
center on outer side of your hand to one of the heart type medium sized golden
thing and then to bracelet. Then she took matching Tikka and tried to put
earring and a heavy nose ring with chain in my nose.
In five minutes Amita joined us and brushed my long hair. The long
hair covered my back fully and touched my buttocks. In a few minutes Amita had
plaited the hair in a single plait, embarrassment is what it was. She swung the
plait around my shoulder and let it rest on my right shoulder. Now I was quite
close to being a traditional bride. And I blushed looking at myself. Karishma
put her arms around me, lifted my chin and leaned forward to cover my face with
ghunghat. I smiled helplessly at her.
I was now a typical Hindu bride. With every slight movement of me, my jewellery was making lot of sweet noise. My choti was caressing my back. I was now a sweet little Bahu of this Khandan ready to obey, ready to serve.
The short sleeves and cuffed neckline of choli were made from the same material as my Lehenga and was further decorated with dozens of pearls, mirrors and rhinestones. The full Lehenga flared at the bottom and had more pearls, mirrors and rhinestone decoration on it. I felt like a Rajasthani Dulhan a real regal from Rajasthan.I watched my reflection in the mirror become unrecognizable. With
the modification that had occurred already I could feel my self being
physically moulded into my new social role of a daughter-in-law of this
khandan. By my appearance society would expected me behave and act accordingly.
"Shilpa Bhabhi you will have to be very careful while walking in this
Lehenga-choli with Ghunghat over your face" said Amita. "You must be
particular in covering your face with ghunghat before your in-laws"
I felt scared and shivering while standing there. I wondered what
this wedding would do to me. I was going to become a wife... and Amita &
Karishma's Bhabhi. I wasn't Rahul anymore. Before couple of hours I had become
a wife. Heck! I was now a Bhabhi as soon as I became a wife. I laughed for the
first time that day. I am SO going to make Amita & Karishma call me 'Shilpa
Bhabhi'. My cock was straining against the folds of my petticoats &
Lehenga.
Amita & Karishma told me that I must call them Amita ji,
Karishma ji in future and they then proceeded to tell me that they would be
responsible for ensuring that I learnt how to live as a woman as a Bhabhi. They
would show me how to walk and talk as a woman. Amita added saying, "The
hardest part will be getting you used to be treated as a daughter-in-law of
this haveli. You will learn that you are completely at our mercy. As a woman
you will be physically weaker and your emotions will be changed. Even if you
find it hard to believe now"
I feared the unknown more than anything I had ever feared in my whole
entire life before. I blushed, and looked at my feet. It was always a real
humiliation to see someone like Amita & Karishma who despite of being girls
wear T-shirts & Jeans, because they always seemed to laugh hysterically
whenever I tried to look at them through my Ghunghat.
Soon my husband Kads joined us he was wearing a nice Jodhpuri
suite. "No need to be shy, Bhabhi" she smiled placing her hand at my
waist. I didn't like the feel of it. Her smile, however, was natural and
reassuring. Gently, she led me back in to the living room. Somehow, I felt so
weak and utterly feminine being gently guided by Nanandi Amita's hand. The
swish of petticoats & Lehenga about my thighs and ankles nearly caused my
knees to buckle.
We then left the room and made our way to main hall. It was
physically difficult to maneuverer the Lehenga-choli out of the narrow door of
the room. The weight of the Lehenga & petticoat was heavy on my waist and
the size of the Lehenga made movement very tricky. I wondered how I would feel
if I had to bend over to touch feet of my in-laws in this Lehenga-choli with
Ghunghat.
I was able to appreciate better the feel of the Lehenga-choli
& petticoats. To move in it was bliss, especially accompanied by my Nanandi
Amita & my Husband Kads. I caught a glimpse of myself through my Ghunghat
in the mirror at the end of the corridor and sighed. I looked gorgeous indeed.
Kads smiled happily as I enjoyed the Lehenga-choli.. As we approached the hall
the hubbub of talking inside got louder. Amita went on ahead to warn the guests
and then we stepped in to the hall, Kads in his beautiful cream Jodhpuri suit
and me in the loveliest bridal Lehenga-choli. The guests inside burst into
spontaneous applause as we set our feet inside. The whole room applauded while
I strode forth in my pink heavy Lehenga-choli.
My Lehenga-choli was heavy to walk in, almost as if it had weights
attached to it; and the thick, constricting petticoats caused the Lehenga to
sway from side to side making it impossible to walk in. I was very nervous
walking restrained in ghunghat out there helplessly in the hall by myself.
Ghunghat is a tortures thing it gives constant remembrance to you that as Bride
you have no right to breathe fresh air or have a clear vision of outside world.
Ghunghat restricts both the things nicely. It's sort of personal cage. It's a
lifetime punishment Ghunghat reminds you that you have lost your personal
identity when you became wife. You have no control over your life you are going
to serve your husband and in-laws. I have waited too long to be a Bhabhi and a
housewife.
I could feel a shiver go down my spine. The ghunghat was
suffocating. My heart was beating fast as I tried to see through my Ghunghat.
As we entered all the guests stood up and welcomed with clap. We were walking
slowly with my eyes on floor through my Ghunghat. My Ghunghat was restricting
my vision, but I guessed around 20-25 of them in living room. As we were
walking towards center I was feeling shy and nervous. This increased my
heartbeat even more. I was blushing in shame and that made my face look extra
rosy. I could feel the silk on my body. I could hear the sound of my Pajeb,
Bangles and other Jewellery in the room though there was a light music playing
on. As I was seeing towards floor thus could watch border of my Lehenga.
As I walked I felt a sensation of Ghunghat rubbing my over my
facial skin. I was holding my ghunghat by one hand and my other hand was
engaged in holding my extra-large Lehenga-choli. That's the time I was standing
in front of my in-laws. What was strange was not being able to just look
through the ghunghat at their faces. I had my Ghunghat covering my face it
blocked my view. And of course, having a Lehenga & petticoats swirling
around my legs was really different. I kept my eyes in front down through my
pink ghunghat and took very short steps in my huge Lehenga-Choli. I was now too
scared. Kads introduced me to my Mother-in-law Rekha ji I bent down before
Rekha ji to touch her feet as a respect my Lehenga spreading wide around my
legs. Rekha ji just ignored me. I coughed delicately, causing Rekha ji's
attention to come up as I held my submissive pose. Rekha ji was wearing a
golden saree her hairs too were tied in a long thick choti (braid of long
hair). She took my choti in her hand and admired the length and thickness of
it. Rekha ji then compared my choti with her choti. While looking into my Sas's
eyes I felt my heart skip a beat.
My Sas said "Bahurani touch feet of your Devar, Nanandi’s and
all the guests"
"Ji Hukkum (yes! Your highness)" I replied.
My gaze fixed on the ground terrified all the time lest I should
trip over someone's feet. I was feeling very shameful. I could hardly see
through the gold embroidered chunni of my Lehenga, the tinsel tickled my nose
and I wanted to sneeze. I had never felt so nervous before. I walked cautiously
lest I trip over someone's feet in the congested hall. I bent down to touch the
feet I vaguely heard 'Be a Bahu for lifetime' the words barely registered in my
mind all I was aware of was the next pair of feet I must touch without losing
my balance. The heavy & full pleated Lehenga-choli the gold, the Ghunghat
all combined to make me feel as if I was a heavy log of wood that had no
mobility.
Then Kajol showed me my Brother-in-laws Rageshwari ji &
Kareena ji I bent down once again to touch their feet both were in nice suites.
Although they were younger than me it is compulsory to a Bhabhi to touch her
Nanad & Devar's feet. Then I bent down before my Sister-in-laws Karishma ji
& Amita ji both were in Jeans & T-shirts. My Lehenga was swishing
against my legs and my long thick choti was moving with my head. As I awkwardly
bent down to touch the feet of what seemed to me hundred men and women they
said "look at her she does not even know how to touch the feet
properly". I was a little helpless Bahu bending before everybody they were
enjoying it.
I looked at Amita & Karishma past my ghunghat. They were
smiling, their hands up to their face as if they couldn't believe I had really
become their Bhabhi. I blushed with fear and shame & my own cock sprang to
life amidst the petticoat and folds of my Lehenga. My mind was focused on the
thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a Amita & Karishma
fully attired as a bride, as a Bhabhi…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations
of the very feminine Bridal Lehenga-Choli and the delightful caress of
Ghunghat.
"Shilpa Bhabhi do not look so confused soon you will know
everyone. It is in these families that you will have to make your reputation as
a good devoted daughter-in-law. Don't ever forget that your head must always
remain covered" Amita said solemnly and with authority as touched Amita's
feet.
I love being humiliated this way and have learned to crave this
unique form of female dominance and public humiliation. Suddenly everyone was
talking about "the man in the Lehenga-choli & Ghunghat."...
A Dandiya show was arranged there to greet new bride. All of my
in-laws sat on sofas. No one offered me a seat. As a ritual Bahu is not
supposed to sit in presence of her Sas & Devar. I was standing there with
embarrassment and shame in my Ghunghat. My cock was almost an 8" long. Ten
professional artists presented nice show. For three hours I was standing there
in my restricting bridal attire Lehenga-Choli with ghunghat over my face.
Standing again in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal Lehenga-choli &
Ghunghat was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back
and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in
uncomfortable ghunghat was difficult my feet and thighs were aching!
Thanks god the show ended soon. Rekha ji ordered me to serve Cold
drink to everybody. With embarrassment & taking care of my Lehenga,
Ghunghat and choti. I served it to all my in-laws sitting in the hall carrying
the glass of Cold drink on a silver-serving tray. My cock was responding to my
embarrassment. It was rubbing with my thick petticoat. It was dancing over the
sweet sound coming out of my payals and bangles.
For me it was a strange experience to serve the people with cold
drink as a woman. It was a disturbing but also somehow a very thrilling
experience, but when I saw myself in one of the big mirrors that lined one wall
of the room, I saw it was right. There was nothing of a boy to be seen, only a
pretty woman dressed in the bridal wear Lehenga-choli serving her in-laws with
Ghunghat over her face. Eventually, I gave in to my obvious femininity and I
just enjoyed it.
My mother-in-law said,
“Bahu make sure you keep your legs straight and bend at the waist
whenever to serve people who are seated. Make sure your face is properly
covered with ghunghat."
This is a dream come true. It is hard to describe the intensity of
my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role of a daughter-in-law of this
home being dominated by my in-laws.
I reluctantly pulled my Ghunghat well over my face and shyly went
in to the kitchen. In the midst of my terrible shame working my way around the
hall, I served each guest. Leaning forward from my waist. I could feel the
heaviness of the petticoats & Lehenga-choli as I moved my body and the
frills of petticoats swirled around my ankles. It felt delightful. As I served,
I gave each person in front of me a view of my beautiful Lehenga-choli, my face
covered in Ghunghat & My long choti while those behind got to see my
petticoats peeping out of my Lehenga . The voluminous Lehenga-choli seemed to
take on a life of its own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every
mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and
caressing my penis.
Both Amita and Karishma were clearly enjoying my dilemma. Their
shrieks of laughter would have been infectious if it were not me that was
decked out in such feminine splendour serving my new in-laws for the first
time. That put a burden on me that I wasn't sure I could handle. Could I really
appear to enthusiastically become the perfect Rajasthani woman? The perfect
Rajasthani wife? The perfect Rajasthani Bahu? The perfect Rajasthani Bhabhi?
But it was reality now I cannot run! From being wife!
"Shall I go to the bedroom and wait for you, Mrs.
Shilpa?" Kads asked me
"You know once inside I'm expecting you to perform your
wifely duties," he said with the cutest wink.
My in-laws then led me to the side by room again where they gave
me two white petticoats each was full and heavy with lot of frills at bottom. I
slid in to it. Then Karishma helped me to wear the matching blouse it was full
sleeved and made out of same material as that of Saree. The Saree had pearls
sewn on the pallu, small with an iridescent shine to them. Ritu purposefully
selected the full sleeves. They were giving a slight reminder of my past days
being a man in full-sleeved shirt. Amita then helped me to wear the Saree. The
Saree was exactly same as that of the Saree worn by Madhuri in
"100Days" on her wedding night. It was heavy and having a silver
border. My hairs once again were tied in long choti. Now it was tied loosely to
show the volume. They were reaching up to my knees.
I was then asked to sit on a stool where Rageshwari inserted
twelve silver & golden bangles in each wrist. My hands suddenly became
heavy. Then time for Payals they tied double chained payals in my feet they
were also heavy. Then a silver waist belt having lot of tinny bells was tied
around me. Then a huge Zanzra was attached to my waist. All were now making lot
of noise. Then my Sas Rekha ji arrived there with a wooden box in her hand. As
a respect I got up, adjusted the pallu of my saree, made sure that the pleats
in front were properly arranged and bent over to touch Rekha ji's feet once
again.
Rekha ji came forward and said, "Bahurani make a practice to
keep Ghunghat in presence of elders"
I covered my face with Ghunghat of my Saree. Rekha ji then opened
the box in that there was biggest nose ring I have ever seen. Rekha ji inserted
it in to my nose it was heavy. A chain was also attached to it. Rekha ji
attached other end of that chain in to my hairpin. The chain also was attached
with tinny bells they were caressing my chicks. The sudden sensation of tugging
weight as elegant nose ring and small chains swung from my nose to ears, made
my member spring to life.
Then I was allowed to see in the mirror, as I saw myself, I nearly
fainted I had to swallow, really hard. From head to toe, everything that
defined me as a male was gone. My long hair neatly tied in a long choti, which
was kept on front from my right shoulder from under the pallu, I found myself
standing slightly bent at my waist as an obedient Bahu.
The feel of the Saree that hugged my body was fantastic. The
layers of silk chiffon were flowing around my body. I had never felt this
wonderful in whole life and hoped it would never end.
Ladies were seeing me as a goat that shall be chopped soon by lion
called Kads. I too was shivering with fear and time ahead me. I saw towards
some of them for help but no one was ready to cooperate. I saw some girls
laughing very cruelly and wishing me great luck for my night ahead. Some ladies
really looked at me with all the pity as they realised what I am going to get.
While enduring these taunts from my in-laws and ladies from neighbour, I managed to remain quiet. Embarrassed and blushing madly, Rekha ji then kept my choti in front and handed over a tray with glass full of milk and said, “Bahurani serve this milk to your husband and not forget touch his feet properly". I had been summoned to stand still with my face covered with Ghunghat, but knew not what lay in store for me but didn't care as the dream had come true I was thinking my wedding with Kads, which had destroyed my masculinity. Kads enjoyed the wedding by taking over my life to turn me into the perfectly sissy-wife. I was standing there nervously awaiting the Omni potently the moment's arrival. I stood without moving for over an hour amid the girls my mind racing, was it a cruel joke. I felt quite nervous; I knew that in a few hours’ time I would be in our bedroom with my husband, as a woman. The thought made my body tremble, both with apprehension and anticipation. In many ways I probably felt like any bride on her "wedding night".
Now all I had to do was wait. In the suffocating Ghunghat of my
bridal Saree, the sensations I was experiencing were enhanced to the point
where I could think of nothing else. It was distinctly uncomfortable for me. My
heavy nose ring with a heavy chain imposed their will upon my nose. The long
and heavy choti of hair exerted a unique pull on my head. With my hands full
with heavy bangles, I had to sit forward at a slight angle suitable for my
position as a new bride. Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me
with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my
erect cock. Time seemed to go very slowly, making it seem like hours.
As the minutes ticked by I became more and more nervous. I felt
both terrified and yet aroused at the thought that soon my Nandis and Sas would
take me upstairs to my husband.
I was on a knife-edge of arousal and frustration.
At last the moment I had dreamed of, prayed for and feared would
never come have finally arrived! All those months of being demeaned, degraded
and debased now seemed worth it, the torture and the torment, the use and abuse
had all coalesced into this one magical moment when I was finally going in a
bedroom of my husband as a Dulhan in Saree for Suhagrat the wedding night.
My in-laws then followed me upstairs to the bedroom where my
husband was waiting for me. My in-laws were laughing and making fun of me. My
saree was swishing noisily around my legs my choti was caressing my back. My
face was burning in humiliation as I was led out to the bedroom, accompanied by
my in-laws. It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the bedroom. I
kept my eyes in front down through my ghunghat and took very short steps in my
huge petticoats and Saree. I began to panic, my stomach lurched and my cock was
straight and was rubbing on petticoat inside.
"This is it!" I said to myself as I headed the bedroom. This was the night I would actually consummate my relationship with my husband, my master we were now married. I didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. I guess I was both. Oh! I remembered Rekha in her movies playing role of a bride, I always dreamed of a newly wed bride heading towards her husband in bridal saree & Ghunghat with long choti caressing her back from head to knees.
My hands were shaking as I thought of going in to the bedroom. I stepped into the hallway before my courage deserted me, and made myself take each step, one at a time, to the head of the stairs, and then, shaking almost visibly from nervous fear, I made myself take that first step. It had never failed to please me to see my petticoat peeping from border of my heavy Saree. As we approached the bedroom where my husband was waiting for me, my heart racing uncontrollably, I realised what a privilege it was to serve my Owner in person. Absolutely terrified of getting anything wrong, then, I entered the room my jewelry were making lot of noise. My in-laws closed the door behind me. My legs started to shake. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. The bedroom was HUGE, and featured a large king sized wooden bed. I went slowly to the bed my Saree & petticoats were forcing me to take small steps I was nervous about being newlywed wife in front of the Husband. Husband Kads was resting on the bed in Dhoti-Kurta a riding cane was placed on the bedside table. The site of the cane made me feel a little nervous.
I sighed and blushed again. I put the tray on the table and bent
down to touch his feet, as an obedient wife. I felt the full weight of the
Saree, Nose ring and choti as I bent down.
Kads asked me to get up.
I was standing in front of my husband, waiting to be dismissed.
Desperately awaiting my husband's permission, his words. Helpless. I was his
slave. Willing, wanting, ready, Obedient, polite, respectful, wearing beautiful
Saree in my full submission and eager to obey and yet still almost terrified at
what was to come.
My mouth was dry and my hands trembled. I was a twenty-three years
old man, but I was dressed in a Bridal Saree, and it was my wedding night! I
was actually married to this handsome tanned muscular Husband Kads. My friend
Ritu had brought me to the altar, and given me to Kads, to serve and to obey.
"You know what I could really use, new wife of mine...?"
Kads asked.
"Go to the other side of the room Shilpa, I want you walk to
me and give me a nice respect by touching my feet"
" Ji Hukkum " I went to the other side of the room
"Come here Shilpa"
I walked to the husband a little unsteady in my Bridal Saree with
lot of petticoats. I stopped and gave a deep curtsey by bending over to touch
his feet.
"A very good curtsey Shilpa but your stride is not like a
"Dulhan". Remember Madhuri & Rekha's steps, now go back and try
again"
I repeat the exercise and have the same result, my jewelry making
lot of noise
I walked back to the far side of the room the Saree &
Petticoats restricting the length of my stride and making lot of noise between
my legs, I turn round and walk back and curtsey to the husband.
With that Kads asked me to stand before him slightly bent at my
waist to show how much I respect my husband.
"I want to be the man!" he told me. "I've always
wanted it. Even as a kid I desperately wanted to dress up in male
clothes."
I sensed a difference in Kads's voice. I saw a sign of dominance
in Kad's eyes
"Shilpa, I really think we can make this work. Ritu really cared about you, and thought we would make a great match. I know about your situation, and you can either have life like wife or not that is entirely your decision. I am Kajol, I am genetically female and my alternative is Kads. I am heterosexual and have always wanted to have the best of worlds in a lifetime mate. I think I have found that in you. Why we've chosen you as Bahu of this Khandan Rahul. Your basic problem, as indicated by your Internet files, your habits of cross dressing and a lack of respect for women especially the Rajasthani women you enjoy what they suffer in Ghunghat. It is therefore my intention that, while you are in my custody, you be forced to dress and appear as a Rajasthani wife, Bhabhi & Bahu, in the hope that in addition to puShilpang you, we may cure your attitude about women by making you respect how they have to live."
"I'm not gay and I know I can't really BE a man. But at least
I can live like one." She explained, adding.
"I just want to live with the freedom a man has, to act like
a man, to dress in clothes that don't bind and restrict. I want to give orders
and be obeyed and I want to be taken seriously! Thanks to Ritu who gave me a
lovely male bride like you"
"Maybe so" she giggled thoughtfully, "but I'm
afraid you are just going to have to get used to that. After all, you're going
to assume the traditional housewife's role in our relationship and I don't want
you to go through life regretting it. As my obedient little housekeeper, you're
going to have to be supportive of my career. Your efforts, though mostly behind
the scenes, are going to contribute to my success as an attorney. Whether you
are ironing my clothes, or just simply mopping the kitchen floor, I want you to
take special pride in each little task, knowing that you are contributing to my
success and our happy home."
I looked at the floor, ashamed. I knew what she was going to say.
I knew that because she was my husband, and because I was the girl, that I was
going to do anything that she wanted me to. Worse, I wanted to.
"I'll tell you what I want. Firstly, You made a vow when I
married you that you would obey me. Do you intend to obey me, Shilpa?"
Shame coursed through me. Guilt tore at my psyche. My mouth was
dry and my hands trembled.
"Well, Darling, are you going to act just like a little wife
for me tonight?"
" Ji Hukkum " I managed somehow to get the words out.
"Look, Shilpa. You're not going to be a man again. Ever
again."
She let that sink in me and continued. "You're a woman; my
wife for now on-- a very pretty young Bahu of this house. And yes-- you do have
to wear cute clothes like Sarees and make yourself up. Otherwise how will you
keep your self-pretty? Being pretty is very important for a young Bahu, isn't
it?"
" Ji Hukkum "
He grinned, "Good girl. Now I will not have to turn you bend
over and spank you till you obey me."
I looked up at him, startled. I knew that he would do that to, if
he thought I needed it. I also knew that there was absolutely nothing that I
could do about it either.
"Now, I want you to prove to me that you obey & serve me
the way a new wife should respect her new husband."
"What do you want me to do, Hukkum?"
"I want you to come over here, and bend over in front of me.
I want you to touch my feet once again. Then, I want you to ask me if I will
let you massage it for me. Can you do that, Shilpa?"
My face flushed with the deep shame I was feeling. I was ashamed
of my feelings, because, I wanted to do this. This was so perverse and so
wrong; yet, I wanted to do everything for this true man whom I had just
married.
"Well, princess, your Lord and Master await the servicing of
his wife."
I slowly stepped with my heavy Saree and took the five or six
steps over to where he was standing. I stood there, feeling so weak and in his
control. I flushed, because I loved the feeling. I looked up at his eyes, then
over his dhoti-kurta and down at his feet. Very slowly, I allowed myself to
bend till I could touch his shoes. I looked up at my husband. I looked straight
ahead, at his feet.
I bent till his mojdi were right in front of my eyes. I just could
not believe what I was doing. I touched them with my hands. I quickly slid his
feet out his mojdi and slowly started massaging his dhoti covered feet. He kept
telling me how good that felt and starting asking me questions and commenting
on who did my hair, and how nice my choti was. I answered him and as he relaxed
and I massaged his feet. I was effeminate, and I was kneeling, before my
husband, and, I was really serving him. He was a real man, and, I somehow had
the sense that I was honouring him for what he was.
I found I couldn't take my eyes off the cane that she was flexing
in his hands as I slowly and carefully put my ghunghat over my face and stood
there. Not quite knowing what to do next, I stood there, fiddling with the
corner of my pallu.
Again, using the cane as a pointer, he indicated a spot at the end
of the far bed and sternly said
"Come and stand over here, and hurry up, I haven't got all
night".
Once again, I obeyed his command. I found that all my fears of
this cute girl Kajol doing something to hurt me had gone, even though I knew
that if he used the cane on me, it would undoubtedly hurt, it was because I
agreed to it. I wanted this to go on. He was so realistic about it all. There
was certainly nothing about it that felt remotely like either of us was acting.
He went on for a few minutes about how much I deserved to be
disciplined, and that he intended to do it, and do it thoroughly.
Although I didn't feel worried, I was conscious of feeling rather
helpless and started to once again fiddle with the pallu of my saree. It didn't
take Kajol long to notice and he broke off from his lecture to chastise me
about it.
"Stop fiddling and stand up straight" he directed,
raising his voice slightly.
Immediately I dropped my hands to my sides and stood up straight.
I was so nervous. I had a strange feeling within me that made me unable to
disobey her, yet at the same time, I wanted to test her a little, just to hear
her raise her voice at me again or punish me more for wilful disobedience.
"Hold that pot on your hand" was her next order. This
worried me, as I had not been expecting to stand holding a heavy pot on my head
Kajol still had the cane in her hand she drew it back over her
shoulder then whipped it down a few times in the air beside my bottom. At that
moment I drew a sharp intake of breath and held it for a second, shutting my
eyes tightly, sure that she was about to land the cane on the ass with full
force.
"Years ago, this is how naughty wives like you were
punished" she informed me. "You would have been beaten across the
back until you bled". I gulped and swayed slightly as I stood there, my arms
beginning to ache from holding a pot for so long. Still I said nothing.
Kajol then ordered me to go to everybody's room holding the pot on
my head and to wash their feet with water from the pot. It was most
embarrassing duty every Rajasthani Bahu has to do on her wedding night. Now I
was also going to do the same shameful thing. I went to my Sas, Devar and
Nanandi's room washed their feet. I lost my remaining male-ego there washing
Amita & Karishma's feet. I tried to look past my ghunghat both were making
fun of me.
When I returned to our bedroom, Kajol allowed me to put the pot
down. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I stood there, subconsciously playing with the tail of my choti
once more. Again she noticed it.
"Stop fiddling. Hold your ghunghat properly with both
hands", she ordered.
Yet again I complied with her order. I simply didn't seem able to
disobey her. She stood there for a couple of seconds before telling me to keep
my choti on front side. I obeyed her yet again. I stood there before her,
feeling rather self-conscious. I don't like my body at the best of times, but
all I could think of at that time was that I dared not disobey her.
Kajol walked round me, still scolding me and telling me that I was
about to have the most severe caning I could imagine. It still didn't seem
real, at least not until she told me to stand bent over on the bed.
This was it; I was getting into position to be caned. It still
didn't register that in a few moments; I would feel that cane whipping down
into my flesh. My mind was just enjoying the sound of her authoritative voice
too much to register what was about to happen.
She made me stand bent over on the bed with my arms stretched out
ahead of me. I buried my face into the my ghunghat,. I didn't want to see when
she was about to raise the cane to use it. Adding to this, the bent over
position made the nose ring to add weight on my nostril. I was gasping for
breath in my heavy ghunghat.
It wasn't long before I felt her tapping the end of the cane
against my backside. I felt my mouth go dry as she told me that she was about
to cane me, and that I deserved every stroke. The room went silent for what
seemed like ages, but was in fact only one or two seconds, until I heard the
swish of the cane cutting through the air before it landed across my waiting
backside. Although I flinched, I did not cry out, as I am not a very vocal
person when I am being spanked/disciplined. However, to say it did not hurt
would be far from the truth. I'd only experienced a couple of strokes of the cane
before in my life, and they had hurt immensely at the time, but that was with a
really light willow cane.
Kajol was using a senior rattan cane, about three feet long with
the crook handle sawn off. As I lay there, the second stroke landed just below
the first and as I flinched, I also wondered how many strokes I would be able
to take before I used my safe word. Would I be able to take much more than my
previous record of two? I wanted to, not only for my own sake, but also for
Kajol. I would have felt terribly guilty if he had driven all the way down
country, only to give me two strokes of the cane.
Before I could think anymore, the cane landed a third time and I
clenched my teeth and eyes, as well as my fists. The pain was beginning to
build.
Kajol obviously meant business and also knew what she was doing as
after those three strokes, she moved round to the other side of the bed to
deliver more strokes from the opposite angle. I turned my head in the opposite
direction as yet again I didn't want to see when the stroke was about to land.
I didn't have long to wait before the cane whipped across my flesh for the
fourth stroke. The fifth and sixth strokes followed shortly afterwards. I'd
beaten my record and taken a true 'six of the best'. Despite the searing pain
in my backside, I had a sense of pride that I could now say to other spanking
friends, that I had actually had a proper 'six of the best' caning.
I lay there for a moment, not knowing if Kajol intended to deliver
any more strokes, but then I realised that she was allowing me time to recover
from the strokes she had just delivered, probably taking in the sight of me
laying there at her mercy. Moments later I heard him speak.
"Stand up" she ordered, still in her stern voice but I
could just detect a hint of concern for me. She knew as well as me that this
was an achievement for both of us, and I think she wanted to check that she was
not going too far too soon.
"Tidy up that other bed" she snapped.
I yet again obeyed her, not daring to answer back, even to confirm that I would do as I think by this time, Kajol had made her own assumptions as to how much I could take, as she ordered me to get up. Slowly, and with much effort and every muscle in my body crying out, I crawled backwards down the bed and stood on the floor.
"Go and stand over there in the corner," she ordered,
pointing to the area just in front of the dressing table by the window.
Obediently I did so, unable to resist her commands, or to put up
any verbal resistance should I have wished to do so. Had I just flopped down
exhausted on the bed there and then (for I was truly exhausted) I know she
would have stopped, but still, deep within me, I wanted to carry on as far as I
could.
I stood in the corner, facing the wall where it met the curtains
at the window. I was conscious of the fact that in this position she could see
my punished bottom from all angles. I could hear her moving around behind me,
but didn't dare look back. In any case I didn't have the energy. I reached back
with one hand to feel my stinging bottom and was rewarded with Kajol telling me
to stand still and put my hands on my head. I obeyed but the effort of holding
my own arms up was almost as much torture as taking the last few strokes of the
cane.
I remember trying my best to stay still, but swaying all around me
and at least a couple of times I had to put my hand out against the furniture
or window to steady myself. I could feel myself getting very light headed
again, and just as I felt I was about to pass out, I was so tired to stand
there. My limbs & back were aching to move. But I wouldn't though; if I
moved without permission I was warned of being punished to clean all the floors
with a toothbrush and given the spanking of my life! He made sure that my
punishment was severe enough that I would rather stand there motionless for any
length of time.
Now I was completely at my husband's mercy. It was an amazingly
stimulating situation. I found myself wishing I could play with my dick; I was
so horny I needed to just jerk off. Kajol was treating me like a real newly
wedded wife. It gave me intense pleasure to be reduced to nothing more than
being a wife in her Bridal Saree & Ghunghat on her first night. My dick was
rock hard the whole time I was standing there and I was aching to touch it.
I moved my head back and I looked up at him. Kads was smiling down
at my submissiveness.
Kajol then spoke to me she explained me my wifely duties to be
done from tomorrow.
I was told that now I was going to live life a demure and obedient
little housewife. I will keep ghunghat & will not to speak unless spoken
to. There will be a list of housework to be completed every day. Failure to
complete my duties will be met with strict discipline. I was a housewife and
this was my world now I don't need to concern myself with the outside world. It
was a good ten-mile walk in the hot desert to the nearest house. If I fail to fulfil
my wifely duties I will be punished. It was too late I pressed my husband's
feet till he fell asleep. That night was the end of an era for me. No longer
could I be a normal man who wears shirts and pants - my public humiliation and
cross-dressing had begun.
( The house sissy-wife training)
I was awoken in the morning by a loud knock on
my door and a voice telling me to get in the kitchen and make tea &
breakfast. I after taking bath changed in to a heavy pink petticoat and
choli.
Soon after my younger Nanandis Amita &
Karishma entered our room they were here to help me Karishma selected a crispy
pink Saree for me. I was going to wear that saree a pink one with a nice border
and heavy embroidery work wearing a Saree was very different than pants. It
patterned my behavior and movement. I had to keep my legs together while
sitting out of sheer modesty, and it governed the way I walked...the way it
swirled around my legs limiting my stride. I enjoyed it. That was nice
translucent Rajstani Saree. Amita helped me to wear it in Gujarati style. She
insisted me to keep the bridal jewelries as it is. What a funny picture was
that a true girl were wearing male clothes T-shirt and jeans and a true man was
just now confined in to restricting clothing of a Bahu like Saree choli and
petticoats.
It was certainly a magnificent Saree and as my
hands touched the smooth & crispy material of the Saree. I felt really
happy. I am embarrassed to realise that there's nothing I can do to hide my
erection from Amita & Karishma.
"Welcome to womanhood, Shilpagandha."
Said Amita.
"She's pretty helpless, but let's see what
we can do to make her a little less comfortable," added Karishma
I looked at Amita she gave a hysteric smile to
me and then she stood in front of me with an evil grin on her face she then
slowly pulled my pallu from my back covering my face with ghunghat. Oh! I was
now a typical Rajstani Bahu, My life was now going to be encased in Ghunghat. I
enjoyed the sensation of my Ghunghat over my face and the thought that if
anyone looked at me they would see a helpless Rajstani Bahu. I slightly envied
Amita who was enjoying the freedom & a confident young girl with
unrestricting clothes like jeans & T-shirt. She was enjoying my reduction
from man to a Rajstani Bahu. What an absolute wonderful feeling! Ghaunghat is a
very effective form of humiliation and was totally removing any pretense of
male posturing on my part.
When She finished, Amita sat back admiring her
work. Then in an instant her eyes lit up taking on that smoldering, aroused,
sadistic gleam, which appears in the eyes of orgasmic woman when she has
intention to crush a male ego for her pleasure. In a steel-edged voice she
commanded, "From now on, Shilpa Bhabhi, You are to keep Ghunghat this way
EVERYTIME we see you. Is that understood?"
All I could do was drop my head in submission,
and shame and whisper "Ji, Hukkum."
Serving in-laws wearing a translucent Saree and
face covered with pallu of Saree keeps the Bahu's inferior ego in check.
"Are you ready to go Shilpa Bhabhi?"
Amita asked.
"Ji Hukkum" I said past my Ghunghat.
Her smile sent a little shiver down my back at
the thought of what my first day at my Sasural as a newly wed woman was to
bring. For some reason I had a very special feeling about today.
As I was standing there before my Nanandis,
Amita stared at me thoughtfully saying. "I also wanted to be the man! I've
always wanted it. Even as a kid I desperately wanted to dress up in my brothers
clothes. You know that's why I always wore T-shirts & Jeans. I'm not gay
and I know I can't really BE a man. But at least I can live like one."
She explained, adding. "I just want to live
with the freedom a man has, to act like a man, to dress in clothes that don't
bind and restrict. I want to give orders and be obeyed and I want to be taken
seriously! As I am from Rajstani family I knew that some day I should have to
wear Sarees & keep ghunghat so I have chosen this. I contacted Ritu and she
explained me about you. I want is someone who will act as my Bahbhi, I never
wanted to be anybody's Babhi. I wanted someone who'll let me be the Devar.
Someone who will serve me and will keep ghunghat before me." She answered.
Amita said, "I have always wanted a sissy
male to serve me and you are fitting for it nicely. I will make you sorry that
you chosen to be my Bhabhi and you can expect ample humiliation to be coming
your way.
But I was a young man, 23 years old and soon to
be 24. How could they do this to me? I was to grow up to be and fill my place
in society as a man; I could not let myself be dominated by a slim & weak
young girl Amita.
I already doubted whether I should go back to
being a boy at all but with all my willpower I decided not to give in to these
emotions. I had to be a man. I do not know why, there is absolutely no logical
reason or explanation, but Amita's words made my nerves tingle. The most
pleasant sensations suddenly raced through me. All my former ideas of becoming
a man again suddenly had vanished. All I wanted to be was Amita's Bhabhi. I was
happy with my new status 'Bhabhi'.
It was very humiliating to obey her. I have
already locked away my male pride and handed the key to my in-laws. I was totally
in their hands again and there was no way out and no end to it. But I was
happy.
Satisfied, the girls had me stand again, and
walk back and forth for them. The constriction or the Saree & Petticoats,
coupled with my Ghunaght, made me sway my hips even more in a feminine 'swish'.
Amita exclaimed, "Oh that is so much better, you are just so cute!" I
blushed in shame, as they both giggled. "Time is running out", said
Karishma. I was feeling very feminine, but still very embarrassed as the two
girls again smile big smiles.
Karishma made me walk around the room. I did so
and at first found it difficult walk in Saree & petticoats with Ghunghat
over my face but gradually I got the hang of them. The feeling of wearing a
Saree was something I had not been prepared for at all. There was something
very pleasant about the way it swung and the feeling of the petticoats against
my legs. My false hair tied in a long choti did move like real ones and I was
quite dazed at how feminine I was beginning to feel. Amita gave a slap on my
Saree clad butt and I headed to the door obediently.
We came out of the room my head was bent more
than usual. I watched my Saree with lots of frills of my petticoats rise and
fall with each step. I turned at the landing, and stared at the full-length
mirror at the bottom of the stairs. I looked out of the corner of my eye into
the mirror I could see the reflection of a beautiful woman, embarrassed and
smiling shyly about the most wonderful feeling of joy I had ever had. It showed
a young woman in Saree & Ghunghat descending with her Nanandis on both
sides who were in T-shirt and Jeans. My mind went from confused at looking at
my own reflection to totally thrilled about being called a Bhabhi and being
under control of these beautiful Nanandis. As I was walking down I was enjoying
the dilemma with no evidence of maleness left, how such a strange consequences
transformed me from a young man to a helpless Bahu of this Khandan!
My heart began to beat faster with anticipation
as Amita & Karishma helped me down the hallways. I was walking very slowly
and deliberately taking care of my ghunghat & long choti. I was also making
sure that my plaits of Saree are properly swishing around my legs; I didn't
even want my payals, bangles & zanzra to make noise. I was trying to see
past my Ghunghat. Now I was scared the haveli was very large. I was passing
through family room, living room, and hall and to the kitchen. This is I really
began to wonder what a man is doing here wearing Saree! My face covered with dominating
Ghunghat I mean total discomfort...but at this point it was a little late to
turn back.
I was very nervous. I knew all Bahus were a
little nervous on their first day as newlywed Bahu at the Sasural, but for me
it was much worse. I had only been a girl for last 24 hours after 23 years of
life as a male, and here I was about to serve a guy who used to be a girl. It
was insane when I stopped to think about it.
The ghunghat was humiliating me. The noise my
Saree made when moving was incredible. The petticoats swishing, the anklets and
bangles clacking away seemed so loud, that I couldn't hear myself think. My
nose was feeling heavy due to the big Nose ring. My face glowed bright red in
embarrassment,
I went to the kitchen and carried the tea &
breakfast in a tray. My Saree was forcing me to take small steps & my
jewelries were making lot of noise. What a strange seen was that a girl in
T-shirt and jeans was dominating a man, treating him as a Bhabhi and the man
was wearing Saree blouse and of course a Ghunghat.
I suddenly felt tired and sick to my stomach.
Was this right? But I enjoyed the walk anyway. I had gotten used to the heavy
petticoats and long choti, and I had also come to appreciate the unique
sensation of my Ghaunghat brushing my face. Still the heavy petticoats &
Saree hobbled my stride. I seemed to be captivated by the pallu of my Saree I
held in my hands as a Ghaunghat covering my face. I loved the feel of the
fabric against my face and the frilly petticoats adorning both my ankles. I wanted
to pull back my Ghunghat from my face and inhale the fresh clean air but I knew
I could not in the presence of my in-laws instead I stood against the wall my
Ghunghat was fluttering over my face.
Amita then led me to each room where my in-laws
were sleeping. In each room my duty was to serve them the tea, breakfast and
then to touch their feet to pay my respect. Touching feet is most embarrassing
duty each Bhahu in Rajstani family is forced to do by her Sasural. Girls were
enjoying a man wearing saree blouse serving them and touching their feet. They
have got a most obedient Bhabhi. . As I had been brought there as the
daughter-in-law of that home, I had to be available at service of my in-laws. I
had displayed a generous amount of frill of my pink petticoat at the fall of my
saree. This was a very strenuous and exhausting job with all the way standing
still in Saree & Ghunghat and my in-laws relaxing in beds. After I finished
cleaning up breakfast. I was told I had ironing to do. I pulled the board and iron
from the closet and started to iron shirts & pants. There must have been
twenty of them.
After that was done my Sas Rekhaji handed me a
broom saying, "I want you on to clean all the floor of haveli spotless.
One more thing keep your face covered; by now you should be able to move around
without uncovering your face, I want to show all that even a man can be molded
as a Bahu."
I walked over to the closet to get the broom and
dustpan. The Ghunghat and heavy petticoats beneath the Saree were killing me
but eventually I succeeded in sweeping up the mess. Gasping for breath from the
exertion.
Rekhaji insisted that I must always keep
ghunghat. As used by many Rajstani families for maximum humiliation and to
ensure Bahus are constantly reminded of their subservient role. They also find
it a very good way to teach Bahus to the feel burden of their duties at their
Sasural. The were only four rules, first of all, the Bahu had to call all her
in-laws by "Ji Hukkum", the second was that the in-laws are always right
and had to be obeyed without question, the third was Bahu must wear either
Sarees or Lehenga-cholis, and forth Bahu must keep Ghaunghat over her face.
I guess I asked for it, now I was getting it. I
always wanted to find out what it was like to constantly be insulted by
mother-in-law and other in-laws. I am a Sissy-Bahu because I recognise the
beauty, strength, and dominance of the female species. I am a Sissy-Bhabhi
because I love to be dominated and molded by true women like Amita &
Karishma. I am a Sissy-Bahu because I love to serve and submit myself truly and
completely to a woman like Rekhaji who can and will dominate me, mold and form
me, own me, subdue my weak maleness. I am a Sissy-Bahu because deep inside of
me I can imagine no greater thrill of being forced into complete submission by
husband, Sas, my devars and Nanandis. I realized the constriction of the Saree
& petticoats would do most of the work for me; it would keep my steps small
and not allow me to spread my legs when I sat. The hard part would be ghunghat.
In the afternoon Amita & Karishma gave me
sack full of grain to clean. I sat in the hall with my face covered with
Ghunghat while my in-laws were enjoying the afternoon T.V. shows. The rest of
the afternoon I worked on the food grain cleaning and did the house work. I
served my in-Laws. Doing housework in Saree with ghunghat on my face is very
difficult. Before bedtime I was told to set my alarm for 6AM and have breakfast
ready by 6:30 my Sas Rekhaji had to leave for Pune at 7.
I came to learn from my first day as a Bahu of
haveli that in the haveli in-laws are regarded awe as if they were gods they
were the masters and their slightest wish was a command. Daughter-in-laws kept
in their shadow and followed their instructions with meticulous care
The next day breakfast was ready and Rekhaji
left for Pune. She warned me not to goof off all day and dinner had better be
on the table when she gets home at 7. After she left I went down the hall to
all bedrooms to clean them. Running around all day with my housework I lost
track of time and dinner wasn't ready when Rekhaji got home. I tried to
apologize to which I was told to shut up and she had no choice but to punish
me.
I was lead to the basement and my arms were
cuffed over my head. My feet were shackled to chains on the floor. I was scared
to death but either way I was trapped. I felt a painful crack on my ass from a
wooden paddle.
"What were you told?" Rekhaji asked
me.
"To have dinner ready at seven" I
replied.
" Was dinner ready at seven?"
" No Hukkum" I replied. Crack again;
"I guess you have a lot to learn about
being a good Bahu".
"Yes Hukkum" I responded in pain.
"Tell me what you are" with another
crack of the paddle.
" I am a Bahu of this Haveli" I
replied.
" Every time I smack your ass I want you to
tell me what you are," she ordered.
This went on for what seamed like forever. She
didn't stop until my backside was throbbing with pain and I felt completely
humiliated. Rekhaji then led me to my bedroom.
I must have fallen asleep but was awoken by a
stinging blow to my ass.
"Good morning dear" Kads said.
"Are you ready to show me what a good
housewife you can be or do we need to have a repeat of last night's
lesson"?
"No Hukkum" I quickly responded. He
told me to get upstairs and cook breakfast.
I've always taken Rajstani Bahus granted to
clean rooms. I liked to visualize a Rajstani Bahu being forced to clean the
floors. I never realized how many nooks and crannies there were in rooms.
Haveli had a wonderfully decorated maharaja style rooms complete with a racks,
cupboards and high walls with carpeted floors.
This meant not only cleaning the floor, but also
getting down on my knees to clean behind and under the bed & cupboards. It
meant getting on my hands and knees to scrub the floor with an old-fashioned
brush. I learned how to fold Saree under my knees so as not to ruin it. Kajol
let me work like this for about an hour and then relented.
"OK," Kajol said, "I don't want
you to ruin your sarees. You will need it later, and we don't have time to
clean it."
It took me several hours just to clean the
bathroom, scrubbing the tiles, polishing the brass fixtures, and cleaning the
bowl.
My next task was laundry. Amita ordered me to
separate the various clothes by how they were to be washed. Some went to the dry
cleaners, some went though the heavy-duty cycle, some on permanent press or
delicate, and some were hand-washed. Amita laughed as she watched my penis
spring to attention while washing Rekhaji's Sarees & petticoats. Amita's
hand roughly pulled my choti and spanked my Saree clad buns sharply.
My Sasural did allow me to go out the back door,
only to find that our haveli was fenced in with a solid wood wall six feet
high. The house was my prison, forcing me to restrict my life to being a
newlywed housewife. I cleaned and straightened and rearranged for my in-laws.
What hell it would be to be restricted to the house unless I left with my
Nanandi or Sas and that too with my face covered in Ghunhat!
The big wedding picture, which was hung over the
couch, constantly seemed to be in my line of vision. I was standing in my
bridal gown with my Groom who was in a nice suite, and if I wasn't in the front
room - no fear! They put a framed 8 x 10 version of the wedding picture on the
bedroom nightstand and another in the kitchen. I guess the second one was so I
could get inspiration while I chose the menu for the evening! Of course I
didn't need a mirror or a wedding picture. All I had to do was see myself in a
beautiful Lehenga-choli and long choti, I was standing with my husband my face
covered with Ghunghat of chunni! The photograph of me holding the Lehenga up to
inspect the layers of my cotton petticoats and their incredibly frill-
sweetened hems held by my hands with full of bridal jewelry exploring the
delicate fullness of petticoats is marvelous. It carried all the reminders I
needed with me!
My Sas Rekhaji appointed Amitaji &
Karishmaji to control me. I was to be completely at their mercy. Every day they
worked me like a dog. I cleaned out the basement and the attic, dusted the
living room and the bathroom. The way their work schedules worked out one of
them was always in the house supervising me. Amita was the worst to work for.
She always carried a cane to control me she was also not reluctant to jerk my
choti for mistakes. She told me it got her off to see me scrubbing and cleaning
the floors with a toothbrush. Working around these women in Saree, although
completely humiliating and degrading, also caused me to be in an almost nonstop
state of arousal. They knew this too and they used this knowledge to torment me
further.
I was perfectly happy in this lifestyle. My
basic male instincts are kept under control, and this includes, incidentally,
the permanent wearing strictly Saree or Lehenga-choli with Ghunghat over my
face. My husband kajol has taught me that males are far better off being
controlled and obedient to direction by virtuous, superior females. I agree,
and totally accept subservience, submission and obedience to Kajol, my Sas
Rekhaji, my Nanadis Amitaji, Karishmaji and my Devars Rageshwariji &
Kareenaji such females put in charge of me.
Occasionally I was taken out for a special visit
beyond the environs of haveli to the temple or Bazar, accompanied by my Nanadis
or Sas. It was compulsory for me to wear leg irons beneath my Saree with
Ghunghat over my face and of course masses of petticoats beneath my Saree.
One day after breakfast, and my subsequent
cleaning up thereafter, I completed my chores. I was cleaning husband Kajol's
cupboard in our bedroom. I explored the Kajol's room from one end to the other.
I didn't learn anything helpful.
I was surprised that I was allowed in Kajol's
closet, though I wasn't allowed to go through things. My hands just turned away
when I tried to open her drawers or look in the pockets of her clothes. I got a
very strong urge to dress in a pair of her pants and a shirt, even though I was
not allowed to do so. I could not stop myself. I know I wanted to put on men's
clothing again. I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like jeans and T-shirts
instead of Sarees, petticoats and Lehengas. They are so uncomfortable for a
male.
I slowly removed my Saree, blouse &
petticoat then slipped into Kajol's Jeans & T-shirt. After so many days I
was wearing male clothes and suddenly the door opened. I was scarred now but
can't help! Wearing Saree again may took little time I was just to remove my
shirt. My nanandi Amita entered into the room.
Amita was wearing a full-length red coloured
jacket over a tight white T-shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. Amita
blowed my ass with a nearby cane saying, " You Shilpa Bhabhi how you dared
to wear those clothes. They are not meant to slut & sissy like you, you
have no freedom to wear pants & shirts you have lost your right while you
accepted Kads as your husband. You will wear only Sarees or Lehengas for rest
of your life. Now you will be punished for your mistake."
My face was hot with the blush which of
embarrassment at the very idea of the impending punishment brought. "When
this is over, you're going to go downstairs and apologize to your in-laws by
standing bent-over for the whole evening" Said Amita. I was scared, really
scared. Amita left the room without another word and I stayed in the kajol's
room in my ghunghat waiting for my punishment shaking like a leaf.
This was the punishment for trying the male
clothes. Amita asked me to wear the saree again with two petticoats extra. She
also ordered me to wear all my bridal jewelry. I was ready for my punishment,
all people from my Sasural were gathered to enjoy the punishment. Amita placed
me in front of the wall where a punishment ring was concealed into it; it was
just at the height of two feet from ground. She then tied my nose ring with it
using a lightweight chain. Standing bend over there, and I had to spend some
time with my nose ring stretched by the chain, a terribly uncomfortable
position to stand, not only because my nose began to ache almost immediately,
but because I can't sit down or stand up all the way, but have to use my thigh
muscles to hold myself in position. Amitaji placed a clock near me, so the
minutes could be heard ticking away slowly. Long before the forty minutes had
passed, my entire body ached from the position, especially the back; Shaking
and sweating profusely. Amita sought to convince me that it was for my own good
and that it would help me accept the fact that I was no longer a man.
I'm sure my in-laws were gone no more than an
hour, but it felt like days. I was trapped there, standing on my Saree with
lots of petticoats, face covered with ghunghat, bent forward at the waist,
exposing my petticoats from beneath the saree. I could barely breathe because
of the way I was tied and the ghunghat covering my face. There was nothing for
me to do but suffer and ruminate on my situation. I'd have done anything simply
to be allowed to stand up straight. My legs were cramped into fiery pillars of
pain.
I was released after an hour and allowed to
express gratitude for Amita's time and effort, and an apology for the behavior
that required me to punish. Rekhaji was not satisfied with the result of
punishment she wanted me to be punished more severely. As per her opinion
wearing male clothes by Bahu was a serious crime and should be properly
handled. So in future no Bahu will try it again
Rekhaji ordered me to stand near the pillory
where she locked my neck and wrists in it, in the middle of the room. The
pillory forced me to bend over in very odd angle there. I looked at Rekhaji she
was wearing a nice maroon Saree with heavy border and her long choti was
resting on her front. Rekhaji went over to one of the wardrobes. Inside it was
an impressive array of whips, canes, paddles and all sorts of other handcuffs.
She roughly pulled my choti and let it to drop on the floor before me. She then
returned to the wardrobe and spent some time examining the canes and paddles
hanging there.
All the while I was standing there bent over
locked in the pillory, posed and vulnerable, still smarting from the spanking.
She finally settled on a long wooden cane, which she removed from the wardrobe
and began to viscously swing in practice, I could hear the swish as it passed
through the air and I felt my cheeks involuntarily clenching in anticipation of
what was to come
"Right you little Bahu I am going to teach
you a lesson you wont forget. I will start with eight stroked after which you
will say thank you Sasji can I have another, do you understand",
"Yes" I said,
"Yes what Bahurani?" Rekhaji screamed
"Sorry Hukkum I mean Rekhaji, I shall
always wear Sarees & Lehengas"
"Well you have earned yourself another two
stroked for that," she said.
She then walked behind me and I could hear and
feel her measuring the distance, aiming her strokes and then suddenly there was
a swish and I felt a shot of pain right across the cheeks of my ass. The sting
of the pain took me completely by surprise and I cried out, then remembering
what I had to say
I said, "Thank you Rekhaji can I have
another"
"Of course Bahu" she said and then
there was another swish followed by the same unbelievable pain.
"Thank you Sasuji can I have another,"
I cried. Suddenly the next stroke hit, I was beginning to sob now my bum felt
like it was on fire.
"Thank you Sasuji can I have another"
I said between my sobs.
"Are you going to be a good Bahu from now on?"
questioned Sasuji as five hard slaps sent my ass writhing.
"Yes Sasuji yes!" I squealed as the
pain engulfed me.
"Say it... " Another five slaps hit
home.
My bottom was shaking, wiggling this way and
that, trying to find a comfortable position, and hoping (perhaps) that she
would not use the cane on me again. Of course she did, slowly, firmly, hard
biting strokes across my heaving rump, which by now seemed to have taken up a
motion of its own as it received another five.
"I'll be good Bahu... I'll be good
Bahu!" I howled as the sting rose within me.
"Again... " Another five slaps fell on
my tender ass.
"I'll be good Bahu... I promise... "
"Again... " Another volley of slaps
hit my Saree clad ass.
"I'll be good Bahu. I promise... I'll be
good Bahu... I'll be good Bahu.. "
Finally, it ended
"Get your Saree rearranged, cover your face
properly... and go apologize to your mother-in-law and others and remember,
Bhabhi ... I can make this even worse if I have to... " Said Amitaji as I
stood and moved towards the door.
The Sarees, cholis, petticoats & Lehengas
all that stuff weren't so bad. Actually, I was amazed at how fast I was getting
used to wearing pretty outfits. But the clothes and the Ghunghat weren't enough
to show them I was accepting my new life. To convince them I'd have to work
hard & serve my in-laws better. Gradually I started accepting my role as a
Bahu. While that was still not that big a deal, I still saw myself as a man. My
in-laws seemed to constantly brainwash me and treat me as a complete female but
my mind refused to believe them. Some small change was however there and that
was what scared me. I seemed to enjoy wearing Saree & Lehenga-cholis and
serving them. The feel of the heavy cotton petticoats on my legs and the
unrestricted movement that trousers don't provide usually left me quite
excited.
A little more than a week and a half went by,
and I was starting to question whether there was any "manhood" left
in me. Standing there before a mirror with no evidence of maleness left in a
maroon net Saree with Ghunghat over my face and long thick choti running up to
my ass with big nose ring and heart pendant, my hands full with bangles holding
together my ghunghat like a young Rajstani Bahu is it all gone, I wondered?
Where did "what I had" disappear to? Did I actually have it in the
first place? The doubts started to return. Was this all for a man? Was my
future going to be the wife, Bhabhi & Bahu of these people? Was the whole
purpose to brainwash the masculinity out of me? I was enjoying the finely wired
Ghunghat of my Saree that had imprisoned my male ego for such a long, long
time. I was overheated and aroused inside the mesh prison of my Saree.
I love the feel of a satiny, very translucent
Saree sliding over my full cotton petticoats, and the sensation of a petticoats
sliding over my erect cock. I was always been ordered to wear more than one
petticoat beneath my Saree, which indeed provides a very sensuous experience.
But wearing Sarees with lot of petticoats is wonderful! When I'm dressed up as
a Bahurani. I can't imagine anything better than Saree & petticoats. I love
the way they swing and flip as I walk. I like the way petticoats pouf up my
Saree when I sit down, the way they twirl out when I turn.
Inside I began to realize how not only was I
physically locked into this role but socially as well. I was now going to be
dependent on Mr. Kajol for survival and be cause of it expected to act like his
wife.
Serving my husband Kajol wearing a translucent
Rajstani Saree with Ghunghat, having to keep my one hand engaged in holding my
long choti to bend before him to touch his feet, keeps my inferior male ego in
check.
After few weeks one day
I hear the bell ring and almost jump out of my
skin. It always has that effect. I put the pallu of my saree on my head. I have
just been pressing 's T-shirts. Momentarily I think about how they smelt of my
husband Kajol as I held them to my nose before starting to wash them. These
ones smelt of just kajol.
There isn't time to linger, I quickly put my
choti in front and start towards the lounge. On the way I stop to check my
appearance in the hall full-length mirror.
I look at my reflection and enjoy sensual feel
of the feminine clothes against my skin, the choli, the pretty saree and a huge
petticoat encased in my saree. The petticoat feels especially delicious as I
straighten my pink saree.
It was almost time for my husband Kajol to get
home and I was getting warm with excitement at the thought. I was fiShilpang
the cleaning of floor, the last of the housework that my Nanadi Amita had told
me to do that day. Nothing thrilled me more than playing wife to the cute,
imperious husband I had married. Kajol was so beautiful and I loved her so much
- that bending in submission before Kajol was the supreme pleasure in my life.
I had a hard-on in my petticoats.
I found myself completely under the control of
my husband Kajol. Although my body was still largely masculine my mind was
dictating my responses and it was becoming feminine. To my astonishment, I
could feel my masculinity begin to fade and I knew that once gone it would
never come back.
I heard the front door open and a tingle of
titillation went through me.
"I'm tired, Shilpa," Kajol sighed.
"It's been a hard day, one shooting after
another. And some of my underlings are no better than you. Inefficient. I have
to do everything myself." I nodded.
"My feet are really sore, be a honey and
massage them for me," she said.
"Yes, Patidev," I said, hurrying over
and addressing my husband in the form Kajol most liked to hear.
I took her foot into my hands and began
massaging her small feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I
repeated the process on the other foot.
This emphasizes my humiliation as a wife; I
always have to adjust my saree & pallu either to respond to the ringing
bell of or more humiliatingly answer the front door.
The moments before I open the front door my
stomach always turns in anticipation of who was about to be greeted by my
little curtsey, symbolising my subservient position and leaving the caller in
no doubt as to my position. I am here to serve in any way desired, promptly and
cheerfully.
After delivering her coffee I can return to
pressing her clothes, the interruption has caused me to be a bit behind
schedule so I can not linger to enjoy the feel and smell of the soft sexy
items, I have to get on.
I stop to arrange my ghunghat, before moving
onto my next task of cleaning her study room. This is a daily task and has to
by done to the highest standard. The cleaning was to be done only by toothbrush.
No bigger equipment than that was allowed. As I start work here, cleaning the
floor I am as ever acutely aware of my Saree and the way it feels as I scrub
away. I move onto the table, then chairs, enjoying the way my Saree hugs me
especially the petticoat. I take great care; gives the cleanliness of her
personal room the highest priority.
As I work I can hear Kajol on the phone,
laughing and talking. She sounds like she is on the phone to a friend, this is
confirmed when she finishes and she appears in the study room door. I have to
get up off my knees to curtsey.
"Hurry up in here Shilpa, then put out my
yellow Saree, Blouse & Petticoat, you Devarji Malaika is coming over."
This confirms what I thought; she refers to her
gorgeous plain yellow chiffon Saree as her punishment kit. When I enter her
bedroom after fiShilpang her study room she was tying supplement of long hair
to her luxurious hair. I curtsey and she scornfully glances at me.
I sort out her lemon yellow saree, blouse &
petticoat with her jewellary and set the items out on the bed then wait by the
door. She finishes her hair by tying them in long choti .Her choti reaches up
to her knees.
"This is lovely saree isn't it?"
"Yes Kajolji."
"Yes, it makes me look very sexy doesn't
it?"
"Yes Kajolji."
"Yes, it makes me feel very sexy as well.
You'd love to wear it, wouldn't you? You'd love to. It's so soft as sexy. I
tell you what? You can kiss it. Each piece in turn"
I think of all the times I've caressed, smelt
and kissed her yellow saree but this is the first time I will do so in her
presence. I blush and stutter
"Thank you Kajolji." She smiles at me,
"Pathetic. Now, bend over and kiss it. Lets
have your hands behind your back, you can kiss it not molest it."
"Thank you kajolji."
Before leaning over the bed and kissing Kajol's
saree and petticoat. I try not to linger and not to rush.
"Did you enjoy that?" She sweetly
asks.
"Yes thank you Kajolji, I did." I
meekly reply.
She slowly puts the items on, I return to wait
by the door staring at the ground in front of me. As she puts the yellow saree
on she looks at me and giggles then wanders over to stand right in front of me
her hands on her sexy hips. She then tied golden anklets in her toes. She then
wore 12 golden bangles in each hand. The sweet noise of tiny bell of her payals
was making my member to stand erect.
She looks absolutely gorgeous, sexy saree long
hair and she knows it.
"Now you can enjoy me wearing them."
she says, "Malaika thinks you need a treat. That's really nice of her
isn't it?"
"Yes Kajolji." She knows this is
taunting me; she is an expert and pauses before going on,
"Yes, she's coming over to have some fun,
until then she thought we can play some girlie games, that's nice of her isn't
it?"
"Yes Kajolji."
" You must remember to thank her when she
gets here mustn't you?"
"Yes Kajolji."
"Yes it is," she continues, now
staring me straight in the face "We can have a little fun you while I'm
waiting for her, I'll enjoy that."
I weakly return her stare.
"Yes Kajolji."
"Yes Kajolji" she mimics me again,
then "You'd quite like to be having an afternoon of sex with me wouldn't
you but well, you're not really up to it are you?
You'd rather be dressed up in a Bridal Lehenga-choli,
eh, dressed up as my wife and having a nice long running choti, eh?"
She is right and I reply.
"Yes Kajolji." Which she again mimics,
several times. Before telling me to mince downstairs and get her lunch. I was
also to serve it and change into one of my "Bridal wear".
While she is eating her lunch I change into one
of my Lehenga-choli. I cannot describe the thrill as I put each sexy item on;
my small sissy cock grows hard but will not be noticed under the layers of
frills. I take some time to get ready and return to. As I walk through the
house I nearly cum with each step as the Lehenga plus petticoat swishes around
me. I enter and curtsey.
The doorbell rang. I felt the tingle of
excitement as I pulled down my Ghunghat and opened the door.
"Good morning Malaikaji . Please come in.
May I take your shoes?" I asked
"Thank you Shilpa Bhabhi," She said,
sitting on sofa so that I could help her with their shoes and socks.
Malaika continued, "That's a lovely Lehenga-choli
you're wearing Bhabhi "
I smiled with appreciation as I led the way into
the living room. When she was seated I served her cold drink ".
Then I covered my face properly with ghunghat
and bent over to touch her feet as a respect. Malaika was wearing a leather
jacket & leather pants.
"Bhabhi really is quite pretty isn't
she?" she comments as I straiten up
"Yes she is." Kajol replies. " I
served tea while Kajol explained our relationship to Malaika. My cheeks burned
with embarrassment and I wanted to cover my face with Ghunghat. Kajol insisted
however, that I remain. I stood facing them as my fingers toyed nervously at
the end of long choti resting in front from my right shoulder. My eyes were
lowered to the floor. I wished it would open up and swallow me as I listened
them.
"We want to reduce or eliminate his
masculine tendencies while encouraging his nurturing, supportive femininity. I
thought it was sweet of you the other day to refer to Shilpa using feminine
pronouns. That's nice, but it is also necessary to keep him mindful always that
he's really just my sweet little feminized wife. It's important that he always
remember his proper position. Good enough to look at. Shilpa Bhabhi Go and wait
at the corner until we're done."
I curtsey and leave to the corner in the room. I
assume the position. Then Kajol came forward and locked my wrists above my head
in a handcuff suspending from ceiling. I spend so much time in, standing with ghunghat
over my face, legs straight and looking at the floor in front of me.
I am acutely aware that there is a large window
on the landing, which looks out onto the living room of the haveli. I am on
full view to anyone on the passing in-laws, who cares to look?
I can see the progress of their afternoon
chatting, they talk for a while and they giggle a lot. The talking stops,
presumably they are joking. I don't look up. I feel acutely aware of my Lehenga-choli
and handcuffed wrists.
Suddenly I heard Malaika's voice .I was looking
through my ghunghat. What I saw was fantastic Kajol standing in the middle of
room and her hands were locked together with stainless steel handcuff. Her
pallu of yellow saree was wrapped around her in a proper manner at her waist.
She was looking at the floor as an obedient woman. Malaika was walking around
her carrying a thick paddle in her hand. My cock was rock hard but no way my
hands were locked in handcuffs. Kajol's long choti was resting on her back.
"Well, young lady, I'm going to teach you a
little lesson in obedience today. One that I think you'll remember for quite
some time."
With that she walked over and took the paddle
down from its place. I felt Kajol was going to faint. Oh God, Malaika was
REALLY going to do it.
"Now then..." Malaika began, tapping
the paddle on her palm.
"I promised you a paddling and that's
precisely what you're going to get. But it's also the first time that you've
probably ever been spanked, so I'm only going to give your saree clad bottom
four strokes of this paddle...provided that you follow my one simple rule. You
will bend over and grab thumbs of your feet for the paddling and I expect you
to maintain that position through the entire four strokes. If you choose to
disobey me and move out of position, that stroke won't count. If you disobey
twice in a row, you'll get a penalty stroke, which I will deliver, on your
bottom after your paddling is over. Now is that understood?"
Kajol nodded, dumbfounded.
"I want to hear you say it!"
"Yes, Malaika , I understand."
"Alright then, keep you choti on
front."
"Oh please Malaika..."
My cock was shooting up it was rubbing
vigorously against my petticoat.
"Young lady, if that long choti isn't
around your ankles in 30 seconds, you're going to receive double the paddling!
Now get it down!"
Kajol put her choti on front from left shoulder
with shaking & cuffed hands and quickly moved them down till its end
bunched around her ankles. Maybe four strokes of the paddle wouldn't be so bad.
Malaika sure made it seem like she was letting her off easy this time.
"Good, now bend over and grab the frill of
your lovely petticoat. That's right...all the way over. Yes, just like that,
that's the position I expect you to maintain throughout your paddling."
Kajol grabbed onto her thumbs of feet. She
cringed, as an embarrassment flushed through her. Her thick yellow petticoat
was peeping out of the saree. Kajol was holding the frill of that petticoat.
"Alright Kajol, four strokes of the paddle.
If you do as you've been told ... that's all it will be."
Kajol seemed to be happy with the cold, smooth
surface of the wooden paddle against her bottom. Four strokes, that was
all...and then it'd be all over and she could keep her long choti on her back.
She grabbed her petticoat even tighter.
The paddle left her bottom...she heard it whoosh
as it rushed toward it's target and then felt the hard board's impact through
her whole body, almost knocking her over.
Then the pain messages from her butt arrived and
she felt like a million bees had stung her. Kajol screamed and jumped up, her
handcuffed hands trying to reach reflexively to injured bottom. Nothing in her
life had prepared her for this.
Malaika just stood there, shaking her head.
"Didn't take you long to disobey me, I
specifically told you to maintain your position. That stroke doesn't
count...you still have four to go. Now bend back over and resume the
position"
"But Malaika, I can't...I mean...it hurts
too much...I'll never be able to stand it!"
"Quit arguing and do as you're told, young
lady or I'll make it six strokes. Let's go!"
Kajol bent over, clutching her ankles and biting
her lip. Maybe this stroke wouldn't be as hard...
This time when the paddle whipped through the
air to strike her bottom the pain was immediate. She was up and hopping around
in place before she even knew it.
"Ahhhowwww...it hurts...it hurts"
"Of course it hurts Kajol, If it didn't
hurt, it wouldn't do you any good. Not that it seems to be doing you much good
anyway...once again you failed to follow the rules...maybe I need to paddle you
harder."
"No...Please...I'm sorry...please"
"Very well. Back in position"
Kajol reluctantly bent over again, locking her
knees and grabbing her ankles as hard as she could. She felt the coolness of
the paddle against her scorched bottom as Malaika readied for the next Stroke.
"Now, you still have four strokes of the
paddle and your repeated disobedience has earned you a penalty stroke of the
cane. Is that understood, young lady?"
Kajol nodded miserably.
"I can't hear you!!"
"Yes, Sir"
It just wasn't fair. She was hitting her too
hard. Her bottom already hurt so much...and none of that even counted...it was
so unf...
<WWHAAPP>.
Kajol couldn't help herself, "Oh it burned,
it burned so bad".
"Bend over Kajol" Malaika warned her
Kajol shook her head no! She just couldn't take
another stroke of that awful paddle.
"I'm warning you, young lady...get up and
back in position if you know what's good for you."
"No, I can't...no more, please" Kajol
begged. She couldn't believe that she was being so mean to her!
"Alright then..."
"You have a real problem with following
orders, young lady...but you're going to get better at it...even if we have to
be here all day! Now, are you going to get up by yourself, or do you want some
more help from me?"
Kajol managed to stand up. Malaika had given her
at least four strokes of the paddle over that hay bale...maybe if she did what
she wanted her punishment would be over..
"You might as well take them all the way
off..."
Her heart sank.
"You still have all four strokes of the
paddle to take and I'm adding an extra penalty stoke of the cane for your
blatant disobedience."
"bend over"
Her legs shaking, Kajol did as she was told. The
paddle wooshed through the air and cracked across her blazing butt. Crying out,
Kajol jumped up...but quickly bent back over into position. Not quickly enough
though for Malaika .
"Sorry Kajol, that's just not good enough.
You're going to have to learn to obey the rules. Not just sort of obey them or
obey them when you feel like it. I said NO jumping up, and that's exactly what
I meant. You still have four strokes of the paddle and now you have three
strokes of the cane as a penalty."
Kajol whimpered, but stayed in position.
Malaika measured the next stroke, raised her arm
to shoulder level and brought the paddle down hard across her quivering bottom.
This time she managed to stay bent over but one of her hands instinctively
leapt to cover her bottom. It felt hot and swollen.
"Yes Kajol, your bottom is getting real
red. It's only going to get worse with every stroke...and you STILL have four
strokes to go. I'd start obeying the rules if I were you."
"I'm trying, Malaika ...I am...it's just SO
HARD!" Kajol wailed.
"That's right young lady...sometimes
obeying the rules is hard. You'd better try a lot harder if you want this
punishment to be over anytime soon. Now get that hand back down and get
yourself ready for the next stroke."
Kajol grabbed her ankles with both hands. She
had to stay in place this time. She just had to.
Kajol cried out, going up onto her toes as the
next stroke of the paddle hit home, but she had stayed bent over.
"That's better." Malaika pronounced,
measuring the paddle against her blistered bottom again.
"Now just think, if you'd obeyed like that
from the start...you'd be long done by now instead of having three more strokes
to go."
Kajol cried even harder, but she knew that he
was right. More than ever she was determined to stay in position for the remainder.
The next few minutes were pure agony. Through
amazing effort, she remained bent over as the paddle blistered her bottom twice
more. Between strokes, she waved her bottom from side to side, trying in vain
to shake off the sting. She was past caring about the sight that she presented
to Malaika.
"Alright Kajol, one stroke left. Take it
like you took the last three and your paddling will be over. Are you ready,
young lady?"
Kajol shut her eyes, her hands were sweaty
around her ankles...but she grabbed them harder yet.
"Yes Sir, Malaika ."
Kajol held her breath as she waited for what she
hoped would be the last stroke of the paddle against her punished skin. Her
heart beat in her ears as her Malaika gave her bottom a few preemptory taps
with the paddle. When it finally came sweeping down, the paddle landed on her
bottom with a solid crack and a pain that made her see stars. She sobbed and
coughed but stayed bent over, even as she heard Malaika hanging the paddle back
up on the wall. She came back over and guided her carefully up and into a hug.
"Good girl, . I'm proud of you. I knew you
could be good, if you just set your mind to it. Good girl."
"Malaikaji."
"Yes, dear?"
"Is my punishment over?"
"Well...your punishment for last night is
over. But, I'm afraid you still have three strokes of the cane for disobeying
during your paddling. I am sorry that I have to do this, little one,
but..."
"I know...rules are rules" Kajol
finished.
Malaika smiled down at her. "That's right.
I can give them to you now, or wait till after dinner tonight"
"I'd rather get it over with now please,
Malaika.
Malaika nodded and led her over to the pillory.
Gently she guided her to stand in it, now Kajol's neck and wrists were securely
locked in the pillory with her body stretched out behind her. She watched as
Malaika took down a wide, well-worn cane from the wall.
"I'm afraid the state of your bottom is
going to make it necessary for me to use the cane on your thighs, Kajol. I
don't think I have to tell you that I expect you to stay in position for this.
Fortunately, if you do, this will be over in a minute."
"Yes Malaika ",
Kajol braced herself, helplessly into the
pillory. In fact, it was over in just over a minute. The cane made three
sizzling trips across her sensitive Saree clad bottom. She cried out and kicked
her legs a little after each one, but Malaika didn't seem to mind that. She
told her that she was proud of her for being so brave during her punishment as
she gathered her up into another hug. She told her that she was sorry for
disobeying Malaika and promised she'd be really good from now on.
I found Malaika was just releasing me from
handcuffs. I nearly blurt something out but manage to remain silent. Now I was
in complete fear waiting for joint punishment...
Malaika came forward dragging Kajol holding her
choti. Kajol was somehow managing in her Saree & petticoat. Malaika then
tied my choti with Kajol's. She then tied frills of my petticoat with Kajol's.
We were bound to each other. Malaika ordered us to clean the house with broom.
She was relaxing in a sofa while I & Kajol were circusing around in our
Sarees & petticoats. Our chotis & petticoats were pulling each other.
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