Saturday, 8 July 2017

Visit by Dominant Dadisa - 1



In the night when I entered our bedroom as usual, my face covered with ghunghat, I saw Kiranji was packing his bag, I moved ahead and touched his feet saying “Pair chhooti hun patidev, ashirvad dijiye”

Kiranji helped me to stand up and said “Shilpa ! Sonali, Aditi & I am going to city, we have some work in government office, tomorrow you and your mother-in-law will only be in the haveli, take are of haveli and follow all the rules.”

I was listening to it, and somehow I felt that I will be little free tomorrow, as my three in-laws will not be home else the Sundays are always a torture for me, I have to take care of my four in-laws. I get lot of hard-ons but don’t get time to enjoy the feeling.

I mentally started making plans…today I will wear Jeans & T-shirt in the night and enjoy being my true self a Man of 23 years age. I will watch porn on YouTube and enjoy the male life, and tomorrow, I know Rekhaji will not come out of her room till 11:00 AM, I will get a chance to wear Saree of my choice and enjoy the orgasms whenever I want. I decided to wear a Pink Chanderi Saree with two huge pink thick cotton petticoats.

After few minutes, I was at the door tying shoe laces my husband, once they left, I ran to my room and enjoyed the male clothes & free life for 4 hours, I watched lot of dirty movies and watched cute faces of girls from my college especially my sweet Smitali, and then went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up at 6:00, after bath, I wore the Chanderi Pink Saree in normal way, I tied my long hair in bun. I did not wear any jewelry, no heavy nosering, no bangles, no anklets. Only Saree & petticoats just like any normal housewife. I then slowly went to my Sasuji’s room to find DO-NOT-DISTURB card on her room, I know what it means she must not be disturbed till 11:00 AM.

Now I was free I prepared a nice coffee for me, then sat on sofa to watch the TV, which I never get a chance to sit and watch. I was also enjoying the luxury of wearing Kiran’s soft leather slip on mojari today, else I am required to remain bare feet.

All of a sudden the bell rang, our housemaid was at door, she said, “Bhabhiji, a relative has arrived”, housemaid was also shocked to find me in simple Saree without Ghunghat or Jewelry.

I found that an aged woman was standing behind her. She was 65+ years old, but had a body any woman that age would die for. She stood almost six feet tall in heels, and had a voluptuous figure that still turned men's heads. Certainly a pretty woman, she was wearing a simple maroon cotton Saree with black border. Her shoulder length hair were brown. Firm and darkly tanned, she looked magnificent -- and frighteningly sexy. She was carrying a walking stick in her right hand.

I let her in, she was a strict looking woman. She was constantly staring at me with little anger, I ignored her expressions. Once she sat on the sofa, I brought her water in tray and served the glasses.

I also sat on the sofa and asked her, “Who are you?”. Instead of answering me she asked me, “Who are you?” I said “I am R….” I realized my mistake. I was going to say Rahul… so quickly I said, “I am Shilpa, wife of Kiranji”

The lady asked “Where is your Mother-in-law?” I said she in her room. That strong lady got up on her feet and came near me.

“I am Dadisa, your mother-in-law’s mother-in-law, you are very arrogant like your Sas RekhaBindani”.

 

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I realized my mistake and tried to say, “Sorry…”

 “Shut up you Bindani…. you both need to be taught proper lessons”.

I got it, She was THE DADISA, of whom everyone is scared….and that is why Kiranji, Sonali & Aditi left the haveli yesterday only and kept me here to face her.

"Stand at attention!" she barked.

I obeyed instantly, feeling completely embarrassed dressed the way I was in her presence. She approached me, her Mojari making noise on the marble floor. Slowly she circled me, closely examining me from head to foot. I trembled, my face hot from blushing profusely.

“I made mistake Dadisa, let me cover my face with Ghunghat”, I said.

“Bindani, now quickly to go to your room and I want you back in 5 minutes as a complete Bindani”

I ran to my room, changed the way I was wearing the Saree, tied my hair in single thick long braid, wore the nosering chain, bangles, anklets, covered my face with Ghunghat and walked to the sofa where Dadisa was sitting, Immediately I bent down to touch her feet. She kept be in that bent over position and brought a low stool and kept it opposite the sofa besides the TV.

"Stand at attention on that stool in the middle, Bindani!"

She pointed me to that red and orange colored low stool of height 1 feet, having a very small flat surface just for me to stand on it. I stood on the stool facing Dadisa., I could also see the entire hall.

For a few moments there was silence. I was actually sweating. She sat in our large maroon velvet sofa and crossed her gorgeous saree & petticoats clad legs.

“Show me what you are wearing Bindani”

"Yes, Dadisa."

Slowly I raised my ghunghat to show her my nosering and pulled the ghunghat back, then showed her my bangles, then I lifted my Saree to show my Petticoats and anklets.

And I realized my mistake I was still wearing Kiranji’s Mojari, though I as Bindani was supposed to be bare feet.

I could see she got very very angry…She came near me carrying her cane.

“Bindani, do you think you are a Jamaisa (Son-in-law) of this Haveli?? How dare you are wearing Mojari in house, whose Mojaris are these? You need a good punishment, didn’t you?”

I was shivering now, I told her that they are Kiranji’s Mojari, again she smashed my bottom with the cane in her hand, and said, “Bindani you need a punishment for this mistake, now remove those Mojari and keep them on your head and hold them with both your hands, and stand here as a punishment.

I removed the Mojari and kept them on my head, what an embarrassing situation I was in now!!!, I stood straight… Dadisa again smashed my ass, “Stand with respect!!! Are you a MAN to stand straight?? Bend a little at waist like true Bindani”

 

I managed to bend at my waist. Only after 5 minutes were past, my waist, back and hands started aching.

Past my Ghunghat, I was able to see that Dadisa was enjoying my pain. “Stand properly Bindani till I relive you from this Punishment, think of your position in this haveli…your husband’s Mojari’s place is on your head…” she barked again.

I wanted desperately to rip off my Saree, Petticoats and masturbate furiously.. To shoot my enormous, pent-up load of liquid all over. But I knew I cannot because I am serving the punishment with my hands above my head.

Due to the huge erection, I was not able to stand properly that small stool, it was resulting into lot of noise from my jewelry and Saree.

At one moment I thought of stepping down from the stool, but I was scared of Dadisa.

Dadisa laughed hysterically, fully enjoying the total power and control she now had over me. I wondered what humiliating orders I would be given during her stay here.

“Stay like this, I will go and see where is RekhaBindani”, Dadisa told me and went towards my mother-in-law’s bedroom.

I had no choice but to give up and give in to Dadisa my one more in-law’s iron-clad control over me. I felt my mind breaking, and my entire purpose in life was to please and obey my in-laws, no matter how embarrassed or humiliated I was, just with the hope that I might feel the delicious release of cumming in the night.

I soon started hearing the loud noise of jewelery bangles and anklets. I also heard sound of cane smashing someone’s ass. I tried to see past my Ghunghat and to my amazement it was Rekhaji who was walking with Dadisa. I could see Rekhaji was wearing a Yellow Ghagra-Choli, face covered with Ghunghat. BUT Rekhaji was not walking in normal way, but was bent down, she was holding frills of her petticoats in her fingers, her long hair braid was held by Dadisa. The scene was very similar to like an old lady taking her dog on walk. Due to walking in such odd position and Ghaghra  & Ghunghat, Rekhaji was not able to walk fast so Dadisa was smashing her ass with cane. I felt like my Saree was lifting due to massive erection I got.

Soon both arrived near sitting area, Dadisa sat on sofa but Rekhaji was still bent down. Dadisa was scolding her due to indiscipline… and Rekhaji was listening to it without saying a word.

Dadisa then switched on the TV and started watching movie, my jewelery made lot of noise due to waves of sexual desires. Dadisa came near me and smashed my ass, “You also join your Saas”

She made me also to bend over near Rekhaji, we both were now standing in a bent over manner facing Dadisa in front of TV.

Hot, powerful waves of intense sexual frustration coursed through my body as I saw at Rekhaji, until all I could think of was how much I wished I could cum -- though I knew that was completely impossible, while I endured endless denial and frustration at the hands of my Dadisa.

“Today you both the Bindani’s will learn what is discipline and how the rules needs to be followed, Keep watching your petticoat frills for hours now..”

I was not sure for how many hours we will be standing in this awkward position…

 

 
 
 

Dear Crossdresser Devranis, Jethanis & Bahuranis please put your comments else my Sasuji punishes me
 
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Saturday, 3 June 2017

My Day to day life as Crossdresser Bindani



A little more than a month and a half has went by, and I have started to question whether there is any "MANHOOD" left in me? I wondered? Where did "What I had" disappear to? Did I actually have it in the first place? The doubts started to return. Is this all right for a MAN? Is my future going to be the wife, Bhabhi & Bahu of these people?  Is the whole purpose of this to brainwash the masculinity out of me?

 
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Touching feet of Husband daily is fun
 

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I must take every care of my husband
 

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My long hair braid
 
 



New beginnings and discoveries, it was almost amazing to believe that I am indeed a married WOMAN. I mean I still had the urge to dance around the room when a good song was playing or even shout out in excitement while watching a cricket match on TV like I always did as BOY, but now it is not allowed, instead I stand besides my in-laws in my Saree and Ghunghat when they watch TV and I try to see TV through my Ghunghat..

 
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Since after my wedding with Kiranji I have wore only Sarees & Ghaghra-Cholis. I love the moment every morning when I remove my night dress the white cotton Salwar Kameej and wear a Saree after bath. I am not allowed to step out of my bedroom in a dress except Saree or Ghagra-Choli.

At first, I struggled with desire to be free, challenge my in-laws, remove the Saree, throw away the Ghunghat and get my nose free of the heavy nosering, Because of the simple fact that I have 23 years of habit of being a BOY. It takes time, practice and focus to show you live your life as Bahu of a Khandan.

 
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I am going to spend my entire life in Ghunghat now
 

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Mother-in-law insists Ghunghat


The most potent symbol of BDSM is the Ghunghat of the Saree. And no tradition has been more widespread, loved, romanticized than Ghunghat tradition.

 

The instant a husband or mother-in-law covers face of the bride with ghunghat for that CROSSDRESSER BOY, everything changes. They become owned property. Their energies, choices, will, desires, body, mind - everything they are - is now at their in-laws disposal. The feel of that Ghunghat evokes a profound commitment to serve. Because of that, a young Bahu's Ghunghat represents real service.

 

Before stepping out of the bedroom early in the morning, I ensure to cover my face with Ghunghat, It becomes difficult to control the urge of touching feet of my in-laws, I then start bending over before every one and touch their feet properly, after touching feet of my mother-in-law, as per the day she removes my Ghunghat.

 

The Sarees, Cholis, Petticoats & Ghagras all that stuff are not so bad. Actually, I am amazed at how fast I am getting used to wearing Sarees. But the Sarees and the Ghunghat aren't enough to show my in-laws that I am accepting my new life. To convince them I have to work hard, serve & respect my in-laws better. Gradually I have started accepting my role as a Bahu. While that was still not that big a deal, I still sometimes saw myself as a MAN. My in-laws seemed to constantly brainwash me and treat me as a complete woman but my mind refused to believe them. Some small change was however there and that was what scared me. I seemed to enjoy serving them wearing Sarees. The feel of the heavy cotton petticoats on my legs and the restricted movement usually left me quite excited.

 
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As a rule a Saree petticoat I wear must be heavy and made of thick cotton. It should more or less in contrast with the color of the Saree I intend to wear. For example the lower frilly hem of a Red petticoat should be visible under a blue Saree!  The color of the petticoat should be so overwhelming that when viewed from outside, it must spoil the look of the Saree. Let me explain:  If I plan to wear yellow chiffon Saree, then I should choose a red petticoat or at least a white or a black petticoat. The Saree petticoat should always touch the floor. My mother-in-law always insists on me wearing at least two petticoats at any given time.

 

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.

 
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I like Washing feet of my mother-in-law


I love the joy received from serving my in-laws and the personal satisfaction gained from the giving. I have discovered just being able to give myself is a treasure beyond compare. The freedom I have to deeply submit makes this haveli a very special place. When I walk through the door of our bedroom with my face covered in Ghunghat in the night, all the day's stress and strains leave me. I stand bent over before my great Master my Husband to touch his feet, bowing my head and letting my devotion and the realization of my true place in life burn bright in my heart. Inside I began to realize how not only I was physically locked into this role but socially as well. I was now going to be dependent on Mr. Kiranji for survival and because of it expected to act like his wife. Serving my husband Kiranji, wearing a translucent Saree with Ghunghat, having to keep my one hand engaged in holding my long braid to bend before him to touch his feet, keeps my inferior male ego in check.

 

For a crossdresser MAN who has become a Bindani….Showing respect, deference and submission to your husband, mother-in-law and other in-laws can be a challenge. There are distractions to overcome, the pull of friends and family, the needs of discretion, and the habit of acting as an obedient Bindani. All of these can conspire to make you give unintentional offense or seem disobedient.

 

I hope my story will inspire the crossdressers out there to marry someone as a woman and get a life time opportunity to wear Sarees and serve in-laws

It is not easy for a BOY to become a Bindani, I will keep writing about problems I face as a living life of Bindani and the fun I get out of it..

Soon to come.... the festivals..... I will have to enjoy in Saree….
 
 
 

Dear Crossdresser Devranis, Jethanis & Bahuranis please put your comments else my Sasuji punishes me

 

 
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Friday, 19 May 2017

First Day at Sasural as Bindani - MUH DIKHAI - 3



I stared wide-eyed through my Ghunghat, contemplating my fate. Frightened and trembling, standing there in most obedient manner.

All of a sudden few strict looking elderly women came near my Sasuji and discussed something with her, they all were looking at me. I was scared, I thought someone might have noticed my bulge, Or they might have been asking why the Dulhan looks like a man ?? Or they might have been asking why the Ghagra seems to be lifted at the center in front??

I tried to suppress my erection with my bangle filled hands. My jewelry made lot of noise and my nosering got jerked due to sudden movement of my hand.

Immediately Piyu came to my help, I wanted to kiss cute looking Piyu there it self, BUT I am no more a MAN but a married WOMAN. Piyu stood beside me, my cock was hard and lifting me Ghagra from inside.



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Soon the ladies went to their places and Rekhaji came near me, I lowered my eyes and held my Ghunghat with my right hand.

“The community women are saying that my Bahu Shilpa is not walking properly, they think she has some defect in her legs.”

I immediately understood why they were thinking like that, walking with an erect cock was difficult. So since morning my walking was not proper, but little stumbling just to take care of erect cock rubbing on my petticoats.

“Bindani”, Rekhaji called my name

“Ji Hukum” I said from behind my ghunghat

“I want you to walk to each one, instead of them coming to meet you, they should see my Bindani is normal and knows how to walk”

“Ji Hukum”

Thought of going into crowd to meet every woman sitting there, made me scared, I will have to walk taking care of my nosering chained to my husband’s hand for almost three hour..I love heavy and big nosering and it was my dream to get my nosering tied to my husband's finger...
 

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I wanted to ejaculate, without it, I could not walk, Piyu came to my help she said “Let every women down sit properly then we will go to meet them till then I will rearrange Shilpa’s Ghagra and Ghunghat properly”. Rekhaji accepted immediately.

I was still tied to my husband by my nose, Piyu slowly removed the finger ring from Kiranji and inserted it into her own finger, now I was slave of Piyu instead of Kiranji, she then slowly walked me behind the large sofa on which Kiranji was sitting and asked me to face the crowd. While I was watching women slowly sitting down on chairs, I felt Piyu soft hand touching my erection.

Piyu started carrasing it slowly from over the Ghaghara, every touch of her hand was making my instrument more and harder and long, no one was noticing what we were doing…she then started stroking it vigorously. Her Saree and jewelry was making noise at the same time my Ghaghra and jewelry was also making lot of noise. Piyu then started applying gentle pull on the chain so that my nostril sensed the pull and a sweet pain started going through my body, I almost closed my eyes with great sweet waves travelling through my entire body. I wanted Piyu to press it more stroke it more and she was doing it slowly.. she then give a long jerk to my nosering and took me to higher level … I was looking at sweet face and cute body of Piyu...And then it happened … all of a sudden I received a massive orgasm ….. I am sure my entire petticoat was wet now but thank god I was wearing three petticoats so no would have noticed it… But I was now relaxed my rocket was now reduced to a small rope.. And I stood there my eyes closed for a minute digesting the sweet feelings.

When I opened my eyes I realized that the chain was now handed over to Kiranji my true master and I was again enslaved to my husband. Noserings bigger and heavier are must to keep a naughty person like me to keep under control.

We then slowly started walking towards rows of chairs, Ritual was to meet every woman, she lifted my Ghunghat then lowered it again and I to touch her feet properly, occasionally women discussed my Ghagra, my long hair my jewelry sometimes they commented and teased me. Some naughty young girls of my age played with my long hair and pulled my braid for fun.

While walking and bending over, my frilly petticoats were displayed to all from the bottom of my ghagra and women enjoyed my uneasiness in so many petticoats.

We even reached to chairs where Piyu and her boy friend Rahul were sitting, I was embarrassed, Kiranji pulled the chain to make me walk faster, I followed my husband like a dog tied to chain. Piyu and Rahul were enjoying the moment, Rahul was of course not knowing that the Dulhan Shilpa is actually a boy named Rahul... but then I was not spared, Piyu lifted my Ghunghat and showed my noseringged face to Rahul, she then lowered the Ghunghat. I then slowly bent down at their feet.. I first touched Rahul's feet... he was wearing a leather mojri... It was the most dreadful day of my life..I then slowly moved towards Piyu's feet, Piyu's Saree was covering her feet. She giggled and lifted her Saree a little to reveal the frilly petticoat, I nicely touched her feet too..Piyu then took my long braid in hand and asked her boyfriend "Rahul ! do you also want me to grow my hair so long?"
Rahul laughed and said "Yes yes, I will then pull your braid whenever you misbehave"
Everyone except me laughed.

We walked for almost 4 hours, I bent at almost 700 feet, my back and waist was aching and my instrument had started growing again…It is good that a wild animal like me was kept under cage of Ghagra and Ghunghat with my nose properly chained by my husband.

At last the Muh Dikhai was over and we had a food together, I managed to eat with the ghunghat over face but enjoyed it thoroughly….In the night I was waiting for Kiran, She changed into nice white T-Shirt and Shorts.. Once the lights were switched off & I was released from Ghaghra, Ghunghat and nosering Kiran experienced an Animal hidden in my body.

From tomorrow I was going to leave a normal life of Bahurani of this Haveli, the Bindani of royal Khandan of Sareewala.



Dear Crossdresser Devranis, Jethanis & Bahuranis please put your comments else my Sasuji punishes me
 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author would like to clear that no person was actually harmed and this blog is just another fantasy of the author. Author does not intend or exhibit any insult to any religion, caste, community, country, men, women, any living or non-living thing. Any views or opinions are not intended to malign any religion, ethnic group, club, organization, company, or individual. The intention behind this blog is pure entertainment and nothing else.
All images used are for illustrative purposes only. This blog claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners and are taken from public domain. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please put your comments in box provided at the end of each post, with a link to the said image and it will be promptly removed.




 

 

 

Friday, 21 April 2017

First Day at Sasural as Bindani - MUH DIKHAI - 2


This Ghagra-choli was truly a princess’s dream. But I was torn. Totally humiliated at the situation I found myself in. But what could I do? I was the bride, my nosering tied with chain to my husband.

 

Left encased in my Ghunghat, standing there, I began absentmindedly fondling the heavy material of my Ghagra-choli. My dainty manicured fingers gently fluffing and swishing the Ghagra around. I began feeling dizzy and my cock began to stir in my cotton petticoats. Could it be? Was I beginning to enjoy this feeling? What is this all happening?

 

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I looked further to see all the guests and Kiran’s relatives. I wondered if they would recognize me. Can they make out that the Dulhan in Ghagra-Choli is actually a MAN? I saw several young girls of my age wearing T-Shirts, Jeans or Skirt Tops few were even in Sarees but all modern. They were talking and giggling. I liked few of faces cute and sweet faces smiling showing their whitest teeth.

 

OH MY GOD! PIYU!! I saw Piyu !!! No wait…. Oh My good friend Piyu now wearing a lite yellow Saree with Pink Border… oh She is looking so cute and who is with her… I saw a handsome man of my age with her. Piyu’s companion was wearing a Jodhpuri Suit tall and well-built man, He was looking like a true Prince of some kingdom. I have never seen him… Oh Piyu is holding is hand and pointing towards me…ohh my god what has happened?? Is he Piyu’s boyfriend? I wanted to run but then I realized the nosering & chain securely held by my Husband, my Prince charming...

Piyu in lovely Saree




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Piyu's friend Rahul





 
 

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Oh no! That meant that Piyu will never become my wife!!! And why has she come to attend my MUH DIKHAI? I never wanted Piyu to see myself locked in chain and nosering.
 
I think Piyu was explaining that guy why my nosering as a ritual is chained to my husband’s finger. That guy whoever was he started laughing.
 
I was dumbstruck! I stood there staring blankly at Piyu who was standing at the other corner of the hall. I was trying to let the meaning of what has happened to Piyu in. "That's it" I thought, as I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm firmly on my way to being a woman! For life. I can't believe this is happening to me! And I am going to lose all the cute girls like Piyu & Smitali to men like this" I didn't know whether to be angry or to cry.
 
Laughing to myself, I thought "OK RAHUL, that's enough of that. You'll can’t do anything now, I am Shilpa and I am BIndani of this house.”
 
I tried to ignore thoughts of Piyu and her companion, Soon the ladies will line up to meet us, they will one by one lift my Ghunghat and pass their comments, they will tease me and my husband. They young girls will also join out of curiosity, they will touch my Ghagra, my jewellery and my braid of long hair. I was looking down at floor to hide my embarrassment and waiting for the MUH DIKHAI ceremony to start.
 
 
“Hello Everybody!!! ” All of a sudden I heard the familiar voice of Piyu over sound system. Piyu was now coming towards the stage with wireless mike in her hand, she was managing her Saree Pallu very gracefully by another hand. She was looking so cute in her Saree.. I wanted to hold her hand and kiss her….BUT I am not more a MAN, I am a WIFE…..
While she was climbing the stairs, I noticed her petticoat frills peeping out from Saree, ‘Oh my god!!! She was wearing a full sized frilly petticoat, I could hear the rustling of her petticoat’, Why Piyu why ? why are you teasing me like this ?? I wanted to ask her.
 
Piyu stood near me and Kiranji, Kiranji was standing now, Rekhaji also joined us. Piyu then started again over, “Welcome all for the MUH DIKHAI ceremony, let us give our best wishes to Prince Kiranaji and lovely Dulhan Princess ShilpaBindani of Sareewala Province, Let us pray for their lovely married life, My friend Shilpa is very lucky that she has got a handsome prince as a husband. Rekhaji and all the family are also lucky because they have most modest and most obedient Daughter-in-law for their Haveli, I am sure ShilpaBindani will treat and respect her in-laws like kings”
 
Everyone applauded at once, My erection sprung up and lifted the Ghagra & petticoats like tent.
 
Then Rekhaji took over and said “Everyone is request to queue up and meet my Bindani one by one”
 
Kiranji sat down on the sofa and I shifted near him taking care of nosechain, I stood their uncomfortably waiting for the hell. I saw through my Ghunghat, Piyu coming towards me.
 
“Congratulations Kiranaji ! Congratulations Shilpa !! She had a handshake with my husband and took my bangle filled wrists in her hand, I did not dare to look at her face, “Hey Shilpa what is wrong?” She asked me, I slowly lifted my eyes to look at her, she was looking very beautiful in the Saree and honey colored eyes and whitest teeth were mesmerizing, her shoulder length straight hair were going perfectly well with Saree. I wanted to marry Piyu BUT I am already married to a MAN… ohhhhhhhh… Kiranji gave a little pull to my nose ring, I realized my mistake. I reluctantly pulled my Ghunghat more down over my face and bowed my head.
 
Piyu paused a moment, then continued whispering in my ear. "How does it feel, Rahul? Hmm? I mean, how does it feel to be ShilpaBindani? To be turned out and prettied up in the most feminine Ghagra-Choli, the Dulhan Jewellery the nosering and its chain? Are you enjoying it? Are you turned on? Come on, you can tell me. After all, it's just us 'girls' here." she snickered.
 
She then swiftly touched my instrument, which was standing tall at the embarrassment.
“WOW !!! it is massive” she raised her eyebrows and started laughing. Piyu then took my nosechain in her sweet fingers, she inspected it and giving a small jerk to it asked me “Does it hurt? It must be a lovely feeling to get chained at nose to your master!!! You wanted it, you are getting it.” I said nothing, and kept my eyes low.
 
Piyu then added, "You know, it never would have worked between you and Kiran. I mean, what with you and your 'small endowment', and always reading those queer stories on those web sites. This is truly for the best. I mean, you do make a beautiful Dulhan and a lovely daughter-in-law! Kiran is very happy and I just KNOW that you are doing your part best to keep him satisfied, dearie. I hear that he is strict and truly royal in her male persona. But she is equally beautiful and cute as real girl."
 
“Shilpa! You are lucky you have a got a strict Husband and a cute companion at the same time you are living your dream of cross-dressing for 24 hours.”

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I gathered my courage and asked her “Who is the man with you?”
 
“Ohhhh !! Are you jealous Shilpa ??, He is my fiancĂ©, His name is also Rahul, but he is a real STUD, he also likes to buy Sarees but for his girlfriend and not like you to wear yourselves. Don’t worry he don’t know that you the SHILPABHABHI is having a huge cantilever standing erect inside your Ghagra. We are going to engage in next month. Rekhaji has given permission for you to attend my engagement with Rahul but you will attend it of course as Shilpa with your husband Kiran.”
 
It was shock for me, attending Piyu’s engagement depends on my Mother-in-laws permission and that too I must wear Sarees accompanied by my husband!!! Ohh how cruel everything has become!!! And what about our friends there… AND SMITALI ???? I wanted to collapse. I can’t stand in SAREE before SMITALI…..
 
Rekhaji came hurriedly near me, and ordered in her husky voice “Bindani, no more talks with friends now, ladies are waiting to see my daughter-in-law, I want to show them how I keep my Bindani under control, make sure to touch feet of everyone propely.”
 
Piyu smiled mischievously and said, “I will also come to meet you with Rahul, don’t forget to touch our feet too”
 
I stared wide-eyed through my Ghunghat, contemplating my fate. Frightened and trembling, standing there in most obedient manner.
 

Dear Crossdresser Devranis, Jethanis & Bahuranis please put your comments else my Sasuji punishes me

 
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