Saturday, 28 January 2017

My Wedding Night - 4


 
"This is it!" I said to myself as we 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. This was the night I would actually consummate my relationship with my master, my husband. I closed my eyes and stood at the door, taking in a deep breath. Tonight I would be his wife forever. I would be his woman forever and ever. I was thrilled and giddy with delight. I was now Shilpa Sareewala. I was a married woman and wished remain so the rest of my life.

 

My hands were shaking as I thought of going in to the bedroom. Dipti and Piyu slowly pushed the doors and held it open for me. Rekhaji then slowly pushed me inside and closed the door behind me.  I stepped into the room before my courage deserted me, and made myself take each step, one at a time, 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 Ghagra. As I looked ahead through my Ghunghat I could see my husband waiting for me, my heart racing uncontrollably, I realized what a privilege it was to serve my owner in person. Absolutely terrified of getting anything wrong, then,

 

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I began tentatively, trying to remember how Bollywood actresses walked in movies while playing shots like suhagrat - in those halting steps that every bride uses. I clutched the milk tray firmly in front of me as I began my walk towards the throne like chair where my husband was waiting. My Ghagra billowed and swayed in front of me with each halting step as the petticoats I wore rustled loudly in my ear.

 

The bedroom was HUGE, and featured a large king sized four post wooden bed. I saw Kiranji, he was wearing Dhoti-Kurta with a big pagari and false mustache. I missed my heartbeat when I saw a laththa (thick 4 feet long bamboo stick) in his right hand. The site of the stick made me feel a little nervous.

 

My payal were adorning the ankles. The anklets making the most seductive and provocative sound that no red blooded groom is able to resist. Also known as jhanjhara, the anklets were fashioned in the form of a single chain or paizeb, a heavy thick chain of silver with an edging comprising clusters of tiny bells. My pajeb and bangles ringing with a sweet tune of jewelry will be something a bride can experience. Walking towards him with my face down covered with Ghunghat  , no eye contact , lot of sigh and shame on my face , little nervous and fearing . I stood in front of him like a doll. I was utterly aware of the female clothing that I was wearing. I was the Bahu of this family. He was the MAN, and I was his complimenting woman in Ghunghat.

 

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 Ghagra, Nose ring and jewelry as I bent down. I was helpless!! Trapped!! Under the powers of my husband. At a man's complete mercy. It was magnificent! And all of a sudden my cock sprang into life, it became hard and long. Okay !! So my cock liked my submissive pose and position.

 

I was standing bent over in front of my husband, as taught by my Mother-in-law I first touched his left leg then the right one and then clasped by both palms and kept them touching the floor near his feet. I saw he was wearing a leather mojri a traditional footwear. Rekhaji had told me not to stand without permission from my hudband. I stood there 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 dulhan dress 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 Ghagra Choli, and it was my wedding night! I was actually married to this handsome tanned muscular Husband Kiran . My friend Piyu had brought me to the altar, and given me to Kiran , to serve and to obey.

 

My back and thighs started aching so I decided to stand as my remaining male instinct suggested. Before I get up even an inch, Kiran tapped my wrists with the cane and pointed me to keep standing bent over. At that very moment the room was filled with naughty and mischievous laughing of girls and boys, I slowly looked at the door and I could see everyone standing at the open door and enjoying my submission.

 

“Kiranji !! Shilpa is new to this Bridal rituals please do not punish her for her mistakes!!” said Dipti & Piyu with great laugh. My Instrument reacted to their comments erecting extra-long. Rekhaji then closed the door again.

 

As the minutes ticked by I became more and more nervous. I felt both terrified and yet aroused at the time. I was on a knife-edge of arousal and frustration.

 

I wanted this to stop soon and Piyu to come inside the room to relive me from my duty of a dulhan and wife.

 

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. I wanted to serve Kiran …. I wanted to massage his feet I wanted to obey his every order. I wanted Kiran to smack my Ghagra clad bottom with the bamboo cane he is carrying….

 

I was still bent over and looked at the door though past my ghunghat, it was locked. Kiran slowly stood on his legs and walked towards the door carrying the cane in his hand, his leather footwear made the authoritive sound. After locking the door from inside, he went to my backside. Due to bent over position I was not able to see what he is doing. Suddenly I realized he held my hands and helped me to stand straight, he held both my bangle full wrists tightly in his hands. And slowly walked me to the dark corner of the bedroom, he was on my back side, at one place he slowly raised my hands above my head.. I was scared now…I want Piyu to enter the room ….BUT it did not happen. A heard a clicking sound and cold metal touched my wrists, the familiar metal touch of handcuffs. Oh I was now handcuffed securely in suspending cuffs from the ceiling. I opened my mouth to explain that I am Rahul and not Shilpa and I am man not a woman. But my mouth remained open because of the ball gag pushed by Kiran. I was able to say something like “ummm…ommmm…” nothing else.

 

Kiran then came near to my ghunghat clad face and pulled my nosering with his figures, and then what I heard was shocking

 

“Shilpa !!! lovely name for a MAN right ? you are Rahul !!! right?? That is year real name correct??”

 

Ahhhhh I am handcuffed not able to speak …. And Kiran has found the truth …. What is going to happen to me….??????

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Sunday, 22 January 2017

My Wedding Night - 3



My eyes were closed and I was waiting for the nosering….Please don’t do this to me.. I don’t want to wear a nosering…but at the same time my other mind was wanted to feel the heavy metal caressing my chicks and nose.
 

The clip clinked as Rekhaji fastened the nosering to my left nostril. My nose suddenly became heavy and I felt the pull on my nostril due to the nosering. The chain was then tucked in to my hair above my left ear.  Fingers tilted my chin, her signal to raise my gaze to her. I swallowed hard as I did so opening my eyes slowly.
 
 
 

"You are now a complete Bahu of this Royal Khandan," my Mother-in-law said. I gulped and swayed slightly as I stood there, my nose beginning to ache from big nose ring with heavy chain running to my hair.. . Now anyone can take control of me by holding the chain tightly... 
 

It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, to wear a heavy and big nose ring despite of being a perfect MAN....this nose ring has made me a complete woman..shame on me... suddenly I realized that I have lost my stiffness ohh what a shame I am no where a man now....I started trembling I wanted to check my instrument..how it has become soft? Suddenly my erection has vanished...is this the effect of nose ring..?? Oh no ....Have I really become a woman and wife ???
 

I lost my remaining male-ego. This nosering ritual gave me intense pleasure to be reduced to nothing more than being a Bahu in her Bridal Ghagra-Choli on her first night. My dick was lost  and I wanted to check it but it was not possible now..due to the heavy Ghagra and multiple petticoats.
 

I looked at piyu  past my ghunghat. She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if she couldn't believe I had really become a dulhan . I blushed with fear and shame & my own cock lost somewhere amidst the petticoat and folds of my Ghagra-Choli. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here! Standing in front of these women in Ghagra-Choli & ghunghat fully attired as a bride, as a newlywed Bride! What will happen now???

 

I had thought that if Kiran really thinks I am Shilpa and tried to grab me inside that bedroom then I will show him my member and explain him that I am not real Shilpa but Rahul…..My hard member was the passport for me to come out of my bedroom. But now I have lost the erection…what if Kiran could not see my instrument and assumes me  as a real woman???
 
 

After removing the Gown and wearing the dulhan attire I have not seen into the mirror, I now wanted to look at myself in Ghagra-choli.
 

Finally 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. There in the mirror was a beautiful young bride, dressed in the most resplendent wedding Ghagra-Choli you can imagine. She was truly a vision. I couldn't believe it was me in all that silk finery. When I turned, she turned, when I moved my hand, she moved her hand. When I touched my heavy nosering she also touched her nosering. "Oh my!" I thought it really was me! I moved back in fear. The payals that I was wearing rang out as I moved 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.

"ShilpaBhabhi you will have to be very careful while walking in this Ghagra-Choli with Ghunghat over your face" said Sonali.
 

“You must be particular in covering your face with ghunghat before your in-laws”
 

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So thorough was my transformation that there was now no trace at all of the young man I once was. I was now a beautiful young girl, a virginal bride about to be given to a strong virile man in matrimony, I found myself standing slightly bent at my waist as an obedient Bahu. I found that I liked having my body encased in that heavy Ghagra-Choli & Ghunghat.
 

Ladies were seeing me as a goat that shall be chopped soon by lion called Kiranji . 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 realized what I am going to get. I wanted to  touch my nose ring again and again. it was giving me a immense pleasure.
 

Where is my cock ? why have I lost the erection ?? I was scared now.. Have I really become a woman ?
 

Ladies were laughing at me, while enduring these taunts from my in-laws and ladies from community, I managed to remain quiet. Embarrassed and blushing madly. I was waiting, losing all track of time. Just waiting, locked, helpless, alone and fully dependent on my in-law’s will.
 

As a Bahu of this family, I was going be transformed into ShilpaBindani, a lovely, mincing Bahu whose only desires would be to revel in her extremely delicate and increasingly radical feminization and to serve my husband and his relatives in any way they required. My bold, brash and arrogant male self will be destroyed and replaced with the dainty, ultra-feminine personality of a Bahurani.
 

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 Kiran , hi which had destroyed my masculinity. Kiran  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 waiting! In the suffocating Ghunghat of my bridal Ghagra-Choli, 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. With my hands full with heavy bangles, I had to stand forward at a slight angle suitable for my position as a new bride. Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a lot of noise of my jewelry. Time seemed to go very slowly, making it seem like hours.

 


 

I was very anxious standing painfully alone in the middle of all the cute girls. All the friends of Sonali & Aditi were relaxed and sipping gingerly on cold drinks. I was a meek little mouse in a room full of hungry cats. I had my face covered with Ghunghat of my Ghagra-Choli. My hardness lost and I was not able to find the answer
 

Then came the really bad news.... "Oh by the way, Dipti and her husband are coming to meet you, Shilpa" Piyu mentioned almost casually.
 

"Dipti & her husband?" I gasped
 

Just as she finished, Dipti and her husband burst through the door and into the room. I looked up hesitantly and they both gasped. Dipti has always been a lightning rod. Today wearing a nice plane yellow saree with green border a true newly married girl she was. She was one of the most beautiful women that God has ever created. A tall, striking lioness - long auburn hair, green eyes, a smile that lights up a room, and a body that normally graces a dancer - firm, hard, sexy and sensuous. Her husband  6 feet tall and wearing jodhpuri and having broad mustache was equally good looking.

 

"Oh, God - look at that. Shilpa," Dipti cried out in disbelief. "Oh! It is! You're right, Piyu ". Then she came very close to me and whispered, "I know Rahul it is not easy to be bride.! Rahul sorry ShilpaBhabhi you are looking so beautiful," unable to stop her and jumping up and down with delight. Dipti reached into her handbag and pulled out a small pocket camera. She flashed off three pictures in rapid succession.
 
Dipti then touched my big nosering and applied a slight pull on the chain.."Lovely feeling isn't it ? Rahul? ahhhh   what a pain I am too a man but I am wearing Dulhan dress. I wanted to hide from Dipti and her husband but that was not going to happen…
 

I lowered my ghunghat covered face due to shame…
 

“Piyu !!! my college friends also have come to meet me they are also coming to meet Shilpa” said Dipti
 

Ohh Dipti’s college friends means senior students mu college.. I started trembling

 

I could hear their footsteps racing and suddenly I felt panicky again. I looked quickly in the mirror. What I saw there almost made my heart stop. I was a girl; there was no denying it.  I had always fantasized about this, about my college girls finding me dressed in woman clothes, about having to stand before them in a Ghagra-Choli blouse but this was different. Here, I was trapped, there was nowhere to hide all I could do was wait helplessly. 

 

I was to be seen by some senior girls and boys from my college, in this ignominious condition. The shame of it came home to me. I looked piteously at Piyu. But there was no sign of relenting in her face. Luckily, I thought, the girls will not recognize me. It is only Shilpa whom they will see with the ghunghat over her face. I slowly pulled my ghunghat more on my face.

 

I heard a light quick step outside and Nidhi, Mona, Sumona, Karishma.. lovely girls of twenty in a smart jeans & t-shirts with sports shoes ran into the room, they were also accompanied by some boys. A bright fire was burning on my face now due to shame; I turned to hide my face in ghunghat as long as I could. There were about twelve girls and boys altogether, mostly known to me and all of them whom I had known as a BOY. I was introduced to them as Mrs. Shilpa , Dipti explained how I had marry so hurriedly. I had to stand and listen, but my cheeks burned with shame.

I was standing there, amongst those smartly dressed college mates, unable to sit, unable to talk. I felt terribly humiliated. I found it difficult to breathe. The boys were looking at me, this was the most embarrassing and humiliating moment of my life. Despite of being a boy I was going to be wife of someone

 


"You are our Bhabhi – a Bhabhi to ALL of us," Mona gushed, cooing with happiness.

 

“Mind your Ghungat doesn't blow up, Bhabhi" Swati teased me. "What if everyone saw your big nosering? Don’t you fill the weight of your nosering?” This thought had occurred to me, and every time my Ghunghat blew lightly up, I began to grab them just like any woman. This caused all the females to burst out laughing. I was near to tears, so humiliated did I feel.
 

 "Look, Bhabhi is even wearing many PETTICOATS" said Nidhi
 
 

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 "Good. Now I can get a better look at our new Bhabhi." Sitting on the bed, she began lifting my Ghagra then petticoats. "Look at all the frilly petticoats girls, so many layers and all thick cotton, aren't they pretty" she said counting them out loud... "one... two... three... Goodness, all those petticoats, and no wonder your Ghagra-Choli is standing out like that." I wriggled as she continued to pile on the humiliation. "Now then, we all know how newlywed brides love to wear their biggest nose rings with chains too."

 

As the minutes ticked by I became more and more nervous. I felt both terrified at the thought that soon my Nandis and Saas would take me upstairs to my husband.

 

Into this one magical moment when I was finally going in a bedroom of my husband as a Dulhan in Ghagra-Choli for Suhagrat the wedding night.

 

Rekhaji pulled my ghunghat properly in front and handed over a heavy tray with glass full of milk and said, “ Bahurani serve this milk to your husband and not forget touch his feet properly”

 

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My in-laws, Piyu, Dipti, Her Husband, College friends all then followed me upstairs to the bedroom where my husband was waiting for me. All were laughing and making fun of me. My Ghagra-Choli was swishing noisily around my legs my nosering was caressing my face. 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 Ghagra-Choli. I began to panic, my stomach lurched and my cock was still missing. With my Ghagra-Choli & petticoat, negotiating stairs required my full attention. The frill of my petticoat allowed me to place only half the sole of my feet on the next tread, if my other foot is right next to the riser. The Ghagra-Choli required my one hand to lift it while negotiating stairs & the other hand was busy in holding the trey of milk. The whole way the sound of swishing Ghagra-Choli & petticoats was deafening in my ears.

 I was envying the girls and boys now...especially boys because they were never going to wear Ghagras or Sarees like me... They were smartly dressed in t-shirts and shorts all masculine and enjoying their life..

The door of our bedroom was visible now, I was going to enter that door alone…..my Husband is waiting inside. I don’t know what has happened to my maleness. WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN INSIDE?????

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Monday, 9 January 2017

My Wedding Night - 2


Aditi & Sonali then led me to the side by room, where there were large cupboards full of silk Ghagra-Cholis, Ghaghra-cholis some heavily embroidered with gold and silver threads and matching petticoats. There were jewelries silver and gold everything required in the traditional lady's wardrobe. Piyu also was with me. Piyu was given the task to transform me into Indian bride from the western one. No one except me and Piyu were in the room.

 

Piyu helped me to remove my gown..I wanted to f**k sweet Piyu but Piyu stopped me.

 

"Piyu I am tired of the heavy dresses enough of this cross-dressing, why Ghaghara choli now? What is wrong in this bridal gown.?" I agitated

 

"Shilpa behave yourself, you are no more a MAN but a newly married Bahu of a Royal Family..now go and have a bath"

 

I had a good bath, keeping my long hair still tied in a bun, untouched.

 

I was in my bedroom, naked and on the verge of ejaculation, as I looked at the red bridal Ghagra-Choli, and three full size petticoats neatly arranged besides a full sleeved ruffled choli had lain out on the bed for me to wear. It had already been bad enough, having to bathe in scented bubble bath and then to have Piyu look at me naked with useless erect cock. I hated every minute of it, but I wasn't going to let her know. I thought, I was man enough for that, at least.

 

"Isn't this Ghagra-Choli sweet Shilpa?, If that doesn't give you a perfect look, nothing will. See Rahul!!! You love cross dressing and you dreamt of wearing these clothes, now you are getting the chance. Only one hour…then I will get you out of your bedroom. You can then wear male clothes and we can even enjoy our usual game..." saying so she caressed my hard and long cock.

 

Piyu then gave me two white petticoats. each was full and heavy with lot of frills at bottom. I slid in to it. Then she helped me to wear the matching choli it was full sleeved and made out of same material as that of Ghagra-Choli. Then she gave me the matching red petticoat, the Ghagra-Choli was still to come.

 

I wanted to yell out that I wasn't a woman, but I didn't dare. Already my boyish bravado was disappearing. The girlish sensations around me had an unnerving effect on me.
 
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Piyu then lowered  the huge beautiful raw silk translucent Ghagra-Choli from my head. It was heavy ...heavier than the gown.  The Ghagra-Choli had pearls sewn on the chunni, small with an iridescent shine to them. It seemed to be purposefully selected the full sleeved choli . It was giving a slight reminder of my past days being a man in full-sleeved shirt.

The Ghagra-Choli had a golden border, lined with small mirrors & bells, which tinkled deliciously at each movement. She then wrapped the heavily worked chunni and fixed it properly in my Ghagra.

 

I was then asked to sit on a stool; I gathered my Ghagra-Choli and sat delicately making sure my Ghagra-Choli plaits were arranged about me on the floor. Piyu then pushed twenty-four silver & golden bangles in each wrist. My hands suddenly became heavy. Then time for Payals, she 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 Piyu walked me a few steps to check the fitting of  choli, Ghaghara and the petticoats. Three full size cotton Petticoats were moving sensually between my thighs creating a wonderful frou-frou effect. The Ghagra-Choli and thick petticoats prevented me from moving very faster. I eagerly complied, the cold, thick petticoats caressing my legs my heavy translucent bridal Ghagra-Choli caressing every part of my body. The waves of femininity that were sending electric sparks all over my body were almost as good as orgasm.

 

I envied the freedom that the young girl, Piyu was enjoying, Jeans, T-Shirt and

Shoes. A wave of despondency surged through my body; I felt the shame and humiliation at being presented to the young Bahu, Bhabhi in these stupid clothes Ghagra-Choli and petticoats; and how superior I would have felt if I’d met Piyu or Sonali as a Bride in Ghagra-Choli. I was imprisoned in these wifely clothes! …. I was paying a very high price for my behavior.

 

I was scared of being discovered I was secretly enjoying what was happening to me. It's a good job my Ghagra-Choli was doing as my throbbing cock was rock hard again and pushing the front of my petticoats out .Piyu noticed this and squealed "Look your MAN loves this...look it is pushing the folds of your Ghagra-Choli out. Stand up Shilpa and the fullness of your Ghagra-Choli will hide it".

 

As I stood up I felt the frills of my huge petticoat around my ankles, which felt very sexy. The feel of the Ghagra-Choli that hugged my body was fantastic. The layers of cotton petticoats were flowing around my body. I almost swooned to hear the sound they made as I moved my legs under them. The whispering rustle was so prettily feminine. The petticoats were thick & heavy, so they caressed my cock, driving me wild with passion over the sensuousness of my Ghaghara.  I had never felt this wonderful in whole life and hoped it would never end. It was the sweetest of self-imprisonment. The sounds of jewellery allied with the wicked susurration of Ghagra-Choli whispering over cotton petticoats excited me to a fevered pitch.


 

Piyu then opened the door to allow Sonali, Aditi and other young girls & women from neighborhood, relatives to enter the room.

 

"Wow!!! Bhabhi you look so sweet in the dulhan Ghaghara-Choli.. Kiranbhai will have a shock"

 

Both then looked at me very closely, it was good that I was standing..hiding my erection from anyone below my Ghaghara.

 

Sonali then informed us that my mother-in-law was expected to come there at any time.

 

"Bhabhi you are lucky, you will get a chance to wear the most auspicious nose ring of this khandan tonight..." Said Aditi

 

Ohhh the nose ring..how can a man wear a nose ring? But I am not a man anymore so I will have to face it...and I no choice now....secretly I wanted to know how it feels when a big nose ring is worn...my cock started lifting my petticoats again. Half an hour then I will show Piyu how strong MAN I am.. I thought in my mind..

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I saw Rekhaji arrived there with a wooden box in her hand. As a respect I bent a little in my waist, adjusted the chunni of my Ghagra-Choli, made sure that the pleats of my Ghagra-Choli were properly arranged and bent over to touch Rekhaji’s feet as a respect.

 


Rekhaji came forward and said, “Bahurani make a practice to keep Ghunghat in presence of elders. Serving, pleasing and respecting your in-laws with face covered with Ghunghat will become your biggest single duty and will reap you great pleasure and reward;”

 


I sprang to comply, her sharp tone bringing me a little out of space. Piyu helped me in covering my face with ghunghat of my chunni, I perched before her, feeling terribly insecure, my gaze lowered. I didn't dare look up as she walked close to me.   

 

"How do you feel?" she asked me.

 

"Ji Hukum?" I simpered in reply.

 

"How do you feel Bahurani, standing here in that Ghagra-Choli and Ghunghat, How do the clothes feel? I myself have selected this Ghagra-Choli"

 

"Good Hukum." I answered almost too quickly.

 

"Good, you dreamt to be Bahu of our Kahndan and now we have let you. The Ghagra-Cholis and Ghunghat are an essential part of your life here, when you deal with people they will know your position, your status as Bahu of this haveli. Do I make myself clear?"

 

"Yes Hukumji.", I feared that my erect cock was going to tear my petticoat. It was the biggest erection I had got but well concealed under my Ghaghara. If I get a chance I was ready to enter any cute girl there, in fact I could have satisfied multiple women there...so was my arousal...I was feeling proud of my great erection it was almost 9 inches now.

          

She then opened the wooden box she had brought. Inside the box there was biggest nose ring with a heavy chain. She then pushed my ghunghat back a little….. oh NO SUCH A BIG AND HEAVY NOSERING WITH CHAIN??? I was scarred …. I closed my eyes and was waiting for it….
 

 
 
 
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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.
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Monday, 2 January 2017

My Wedding Night - 1


 

 
I had never thought of such day would come... that I would be dressed for my wedding as a Bride that too in Bridal Gown and veil. My face and chicks were hot due to the shame.

 
I was washed over by the realization that I had dressed in a perfect bride’s outfit and I am now a newly married woman. I was supposed to be the groom but it was too late. What was going to happen? I felt my stomach curl inside; I was trapped in the gown.
 

I knew that I was blushing madly and I would have done anything to stop blushing.
 

I was starting to understand what women give up when they get married. I sensed all eyes upon me as we were seated in the limo with my bouquet in one hand and the other held by a cute, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple
 

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.
 

Kiran seemed so matter of fact, so level headed. I smiled at him. My cock was pressing against my petticoats now and I just can't touch it. It felt so huge inside.
 

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 and Devars and not to forget my Sasuji and their dominance over me.
 

By now the limo had drawn up to a forbidding looking stone house an Old Haveli. After a little difficulty untangling in gown and petticoats I came out of the car. Taking care of my huge bridal gown and petticoats, and holding my dress up with both hands, we went into the house. I was the princess with my charming Prince; I followed Kiran up the short flight of steps and through the doorway. We then entered into my husband’s haveli.
 

We were welcomed by Rekhaji, my mother in law wearing lovely golden and red silk saree, I noticed that Sonali Aditi and My friend Piyu had already reached the home and were changed in to more confortable dresses like salwar kameej and skirt top.
 
Sight of Piyu made me relived.
 
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 it feel if 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?
 

Suppose this was my real wedding then???... 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 and I will have to pull down my ghunghat again and again...

I will have to sweep the younger sister-in-law's room and I will have to listen to her taunts again and again...

I will have to cook at my husband's house and I will have to bear his dominance again and again...
 

"I'll do it," I blurted out with my cock scaling new length but my whole body went taut with fear for a second.
 

As we entered the main hall there was several women to welcome us. I was trying to see at them past my veil. I felt scared and shivering while standing there. I wondered what this wedding would do to me. I was going to become a Bhabhi of somebody… Aditi & Sonali'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 Aditi & Sonali call me 'Bhabhi' , ShilpaBhabhi. My cock was straining against the folds of my petticoats & huge gown.
 

Although they were younger than me it is compulsory to a Bhabhi to touch her Nanad’s feet. Then I bent down before my Sister-in-laws Sonali & Aditi both were in Jeans & T-shirts. I looked at Aditi & Sonali past my veil. 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 Gown. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a Aditi & Sonali  fully attired as a bride, and was going to be their Bhabhi.
 

“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.” Aditi said solemnly and asked me to touch her feet as a respect.
 

What could I do? I knew that Aditi wanted me to touch her feet, like any other Bhabhi would. She knew the degree of feminine humiliation that she was putting me through. I hated being a bahu. I hated myself for wanting to touch her delicate feet with respect. I weakly began to lower myself to bend before Aditi., I opened my eyes. I tried to see through my veil Aditi's jean clad feet with sports shoes were in front of me. This had to be the ultimate humiliation. I loved the sense of feminine submission that I felt as I watched my mehandi tipped fingers reach up and touch her shoes.
 

My Gown was swishing against my legs and my thick hair were 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.
 

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.
 

"Shall I go to the bedroom and wait for you, Mrs.Shilpa? And off course I want you to enter our bedroom as an Indian Bride Dulhan…. I want you in Ghagra-Choli " Kiran  asked me
 

Ever dreamed of wearing a Ghagra Choli ? Ever wondered how will you look in Ghagra Choli? Then this Android App is for you.

If I Wear a Ghagra Choli 


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"You know once inside I'm expecting you to perform your wifely duties," he said with the cutest wink.
 

Ohhhh I had not thought about it…. I was expecting enter the bedroom in my bridal gown only and within half an hour Piyu will will take me out or at the most I will have to remove the gown and wear a simple Salwar Kameej but…. Now I will have to wear a Ghagra-Choli.. a bridal Ghagra-Choli..What the hell I am doing it ??? I looked at Piyu for help but she assured me by her head movement and eyes…. Oh no ….Why a Ghagra-Choli ????
 

I actually wanted to wear a simple T-Shirt and a Shorts but… I am a Daughter-in-law now and have no right to choose my clothes…..

Click to access the App If I Wear a Ghagra Choli 

 
 
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=nichesystems.ifiwearaghagracholi&hl=en
 
 
 
 

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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.
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