Man in Saree

by Rahul shah

 

The wedding night ( Man as a wife)

 

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 levelheaded. 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 Nanadis(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 would something like this work 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 Ghaghra-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 Nanadi 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 Ghagra-choli. I wore that ghagra-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, Bichwas (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 Jewllary i.e. rings chained to each other then 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 jewelry 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 Ghagra and was further decorated with dozens of pearls, mirrors and rhinestones. The full Ghagra flared at the bottom and had more pearls, mirrors and rhinestone decoration on it. I felt like a Rajstani Dulhan a real regal from Rajstan.

I watched my reflection in the mirror become unrecognizable. With the modification that had occurred already I could feel my self being physically molded into my new social role of a daughter-in-law of this khandan. By my appearance society would expected me behave and act accordingly. "ShilpaBabhi you will have to be very careful while walking in this Ghagra-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 'ShilpaBhabhi'. My cock was straining against the folds of my petticoats & Ghagra.

Amita & Karishma told me that I must call them Amitaji, Karishmaji 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 & Ghagra 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 maneuver the Ghagra-choli out of the narrow door of the room. The weight of the Ghagra & petticoat was heavy on my waist and the size of the Ghagra 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 Ghagra-choli with Ghunghat.

I was able to appreciate better the feel of the Ghagra-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 Ghagra-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 Ghagra-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 Ghagra-choli.

My Ghagra-choli was heavy to walk in, almost as if it had weights attached to it; and the thick, constricting petticoats caused the Ghagra 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 breath 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 you 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 Jewellary in the room though there was a light music playing on. As I was seeing towards floor thus could watch border of my Ghagra.

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 Ghaghra-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 Ghagra & 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 Ghagra-Choli. I was now too scared. Kads introduced me to my Mother-in-law Rekhaji I bent down before Rekhaji to touch her feet as a respect my ghagra spreading wide around my legs. Rekhaji just ignored me. I coughed delicately, causing Rekhaji's attention to come up as I held my submissive pose. Rekhaji 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. Rekhaji 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, Nanandis 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 Ghagra, 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 Ghagra-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 Rageshwariji & Kareenaji 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 Karishmaji & Amitaji both were in Jeans & T-shirts. My Ghagra 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 Ghagra. 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 Ghagra-Choli and the delightful caress of Ghunghat.

" ShilpaBhabhi 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 Ghagra-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 Ghagra-Choli with ghunghat over my face. Standing again in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal Ghagra-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 ghungat was difficult my feet and thighs were aching!

Thanks god the show ended soon. Rekhaji ordered me to serve Cold drink to everybody. With embarrassment & taking care of my Ghagra, 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 Ghagra-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 & Ghagra-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 Ghagara-choli, my face covered in Ghunghat & My long choti while those behind got to see my petticoats peeping out of my Ghagara . The voluminous Ghagra-choli seemed to take on a life of it's 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 splendor 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 Rajstani woman? The perfect Rajstani wife? The perfect Rajstani Bahu? The perfect Rajstani 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 Rekhaji 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 Rekhaji's feet once again.

Rekhaji came forward and said, "Bahurani make a practice to keep Ghunghat in presence of elders"

I covered my face with Ghunghat of my Saree. Rekhaji then opened the box in that there was biggest nose ring I have ever seen. Rekhaji inserted it in to my nose it was heavy. A chain was also attached to it. Rekhaji 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 neighbor, I managed to remain quiet. Embarrassed and blushing madly,

 

Rekhaji 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 Rajstani 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 Rajstani 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 honoring 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 willful 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 Rajstani 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 my self with the outside world. It was a good ten-mile walk in the hot desert to the nearest house. If I fail to fulfill my wifely duties I will be punished. It was to 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.

 

 

 

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