Man in Saree

by Rahul shah

 

( The house sissy-wife training)

 

I was awoken in the morning by a loud knock on my door and a voice telling me to get in the kitchen and make tea & breakfast. I after taking bath changed in to a heavy pink petticoat and choli. 

Soon after my younger Nanandis Amita & Karishma entered our room they were here to help me Karishma selected a crispy pink Saree for me. I was going to wear that saree a pink one with a nice border and heavy embroidery work wearing a Saree was very different than pants. It patterned my behavior and movement. I had to keep my legs together while sitting out of sheer modesty, and it governed the way I walked...the way it swirled around my legs limiting my stride. I enjoyed it. That was nice translucent Rajstani Saree. Amita helped me to wear it in Gujarati style. She insisted me to keep the bridal jewelries as it is. What a funny picture was that a true girl were wearing male clothes T-shirt and jeans and a true man was just now confined in to restricting clothing of a Bahu like Saree choli and petticoats.

It was certainly a magnificent Saree and as my hands touched the smooth & crispy material of the Saree. I felt really happy. I am embarrassed to realise that there's nothing I can do to hide my erection from Amita & Karishma.

"Welcome to womanhood, Shilpagandha." Said Amita.

"She's pretty helpless, but let's see what we can do to make her a little less comfortable," added Karishma

I looked at Amita she gave a hysteric smile to me and then she stood in front of me with an evil grin on her face she then slowly pulled my pallu from my back covering my face with ghunghat. Oh! I was now a typical Rajstani Bahu, My life was now going to be encased in Ghunghat. I enjoyed the sensation of my Ghunghat over my face and the thought that if anyone looked at me they would see a helpless Rajstani Bahu. I slightly envied Amita who was enjoying the freedom & a confident young girl with unrestricting clothes like jeans & T-shirt. She was enjoying my reduction from man to a Rajstani Bahu. What an absolute wonderful feeling! Ghaunghat is a very effective form of humiliation and was totally removing any pretense of male posturing on my part.

When She finished, Amita sat back admiring her work. Then in an instant her eyes lit up taking on that smoldering, aroused, sadistic gleam, which appears in the eyes of orgasmic woman when she has intention to crush a male ego for her pleasure. In a steel-edged voice she commanded, "From now on, ShilpaBhabhi, You are to keep Ghunghat this way EVERYTIME we see you. Is that understood?"

All I could do was drop my head in submission, and shame and whisper "Ji, Hukkum."

Serving in-laws wearing a translucent Saree and face covered with pallu of Saree keeps the Bahu's inferior ego in check.

"Are you ready to go ShilpaBhabhi?" Amita asked.

"Ji Hukkum" I said past my Ghunghat.

Her smile sent a little shiver down my back at the thought of what my first day at my Sasural as a newly wed woman was to bring. For some reason I had a very special feeling about today.

As I was standing there before my Nanandis, Amita stared at me thoughtfully saying. "I also wanted to be the man! I've always wanted it. Even as a kid I desperately wanted to dress up in my brothers clothes. You know that's why I always wore T-shirts & Jeans. I'm not gay and I know I can't really BE a man. But at least I can live like one."

She explained, adding. "I just want to live with the freedom a man has, to act like a man, to dress in clothes that don't bind and restrict. I want to give orders and be obeyed and I want to be taken seriously! As I am from Rajstani family I knew that some day I should have to wear Sarees & keep ghunghat so I have chosen this. I contacted Ritu and she explained me about you. I want is someone who will act as my Bahbhi, I never wanted to be anybody's Babhi. I wanted someone who'll let me be the Devar. Someone who will serve me and will keep ghunghat before me." She answered.

Amita said, "I have always wanted a sissy male to serve me and you are fitting for it nicely. I will make you sorry that you chosen to be my Bhabhi and you can expect ample humiliation to be coming your way.

But I was a young man, 23 years old and soon to be 24. How could they do this to me? I was to grow up to be and fill my place in society as a man; I could not let myself be dominated by a slim & weak young girl Amita.

I already doubted whether I should go back to being a boy at all but with all my willpower I decided not to give in to these emotions. I had to be a man. I do not know why, there is absolutely no logical reason or explanation, but Amita's words made my nerves tingle. The most pleasant sensations suddenly raced through me. All my former ideas of becoming a man again suddenly had vanished. All I wanted to be was Amita's Bhabhi. I was happy with my new status 'Bhabhi'.

It was very humiliating to obey her. I have already locked away my male pride and handed the key to my in-laws. I was totally in their hands again and there was no way out and no end to it. But I was happy.

Satisfied, the girls had me stand again, and walk back and forth for them. The constriction or the Saree & Petticoats, coupled with my Ghunaght, made me sway my hips even more in a feminine 'swish'. Amita exclaimed, "Oh that is so much better, you are just so cute!" I blushed in shame, as they both giggled. "Time is running out", said Karishma. I was feeling very feminine, but still very embarrassed as the two girls again smile big smiles.

Karishma made me walk around the room. I did so and at first found it difficult walk in Saree & petticoats with Ghunghat over my face but gradually I got the hang of them. The feeling of wearing a Saree was something I had not been prepared for at all. There was something very pleasant about the way it swung and the feeling of the petticoats against my legs. My false hair tied in a long choti did move like real ones and I was quite dazed at how feminine I was beginning to feel. Amita gave a slap on my Saree clad butt and I headed to the door obediently.

We came out of the room my head was bent more than usual. I watched my Saree with lots of frills of my petticoats rise and fall with each step. I turned at the landing, and stared at the full-length mirror at the bottom of the stairs. I looked out of the corner of my eye into the mirror I could see the reflection of a beautiful woman, embarrassed and smiling shyly about the most wonderful feeling of joy I had ever had. It showed a young woman in Saree & Ghunghat descending with her Nanandis on both sides who were in T-shirt and Jeans. My mind went from confused at looking at my own reflection to totally thrilled about being called a Bhabhi and being under control of these beautiful Nanandis. As I was walking down I was enjoying the dilemma with no evidence of maleness left, how such a strange consequences transformed me from a young man to a helpless Bahu of this Khandan!

My heart began to beat faster with anticipation as Amita & Karishma helped me down the hallways. I was walking very slowly and deliberately taking care of my ghunghat & long choti. I was also making sure that my plaits of Saree are properly swishing around my legs; I didn't even want my payals, bangles & zanzra to make noise. I was trying to see past my Ghunghat. Now I was scared the haveli was very large. I was passing through family room, living room, and hall and to the kitchen. This is I really began to wonder what a man is doing here wearing Saree! My face covered with dominating Ghunghat I mean total discomfort...but at this point it was a little late to turn back.

I was very nervous. I knew all Bahus were a little nervous on their first day as newlywed Bahu at the Sasural, but for me it was much worse. I had only been a girl for last 24 hours after 23 years of life as a male, and here I was about to serve a guy who used to be a girl. It was insane when I stopped to think about it.

The ghunghat was humiliating me. The noise my Saree made when moving was incredible. The petticoats swishing, the anklets and bangles clacking away seemed so loud, that I couldn't hear myself think. My nose was feeling heavy due to the big Nose ring. My face glowed bright red in embarrassment,

I went to the kitchen and carried the tea & breakfast in a tray. My Saree was forcing me to take small steps & my jewelries were making lot of noise. What a strange seen was that a girl in T-shirt and jeans was dominating a man, treating him as a Bhabhi and the man was wearing Saree blouse and of course a Ghunghat.

I suddenly felt tired and sick to my stomach. Was this right? But I enjoyed the walk anyway. I had gotten used to the heavy petticoats and long choti, and I had also come to appreciate the unique sensation of my Ghaunghat brushing my face. Still the heavy petticoats & Saree hobbled my stride. I seemed to be captivated by the pallu of my Saree I held in my hands as a Ghaunghat covering my face. I loved the feel of the fabric against my face and the frilly petticoats adorning both my ankles. I wanted to pull back my Ghunghat from my face and inhale the fresh clean air but I knew I could not in the presence of my in-laws instead I stood against the wall my Ghunghat was fluttering over my face.

Amita then led me to each room where my in-laws were sleeping. In each room my duty was to serve them the tea, breakfast and then to touch their feet to pay my respect. Touching feet is most embarrassing duty each Bhahu in Rajstani family is forced to do by her Sasural. Girls were enjoying a man wearing saree blouse serving them and touching their feet. They have got a most obedient Bhabhi. . As I had been brought there as the daughter-in-law of that home, I had to be available at service of my in-laws. I had displayed a generous amount of frill of my pink petticoat at the fall of my saree. This was a very strenuous and exhausting job with all the way standing still in Saree & Ghunghat and my in-laws relaxing in beds. After I finished cleaning up breakfast. I was told I had ironing to do. I pulled the board and iron from the closet and started to iron shirts & pants. There must have been twenty of them.

After that was done my Sas Rekhaji handed me a broom saying, "I want you on to clean all the floor of haveli spotless. One more thing keep your face covered; by now you should be able to move around without uncovering your face, I want to show all that even a man can be molded as a Bahu."

I walked over to the closet to get the broom and dustpan. The Ghunghat and heavy petticoats beneath the Saree were killing me but eventually I succeeded in sweeping up the mess. Gasping for breath from the exertion.

Rekhaji insisted that I must always keep ghunghat. As used by many Rajstani families for maximum humiliation and to ensure Bahus are constantly reminded of their subservient role. They also find it a very good way to teach Bahus to the feel burden of their duties at their Sasural. The were only four rules, first of all, the Bahu had to call all her in-laws by "Ji Hukkum", the second was that the in-laws are always right and had to be obeyed without question, the third was Bahu must wear either Sarees or Ghagra-cholis, and forth Bahu must keep Ghaunghat over her face.

I guess I asked for it, now I was getting it. I always wanted to find out what it was like to constantly be insulted by mother-in-law and other in-laws. I am a Sissy-Bahu because I recognise the beauty, strength, and dominance of the female species. I am a Sissy-Bhabhi because I love to be dominated and molded by true women like Amita & Karishma. I am a Sissy-Bahu because I love to serve and submit myself truly and completely to a woman like Rekhaji who can and will dominate me, mold and form me, own me, subdue my weak maleness. I am a Sissy-Bahu because deep inside of me I can imagine no greater thrill of being forced into complete submission by husband, Sas, my devars and Nanandis. I realized the constriction of the Saree & petticoats would do most of the work for me; it would keep my steps small and not allow me to spread my legs when I sat. The hard part would be ghunghat.

In the afternoon Amita & Karishma gave me sack full of grain to clean. I sat in the hall with my face covered with Ghunghat while my in-laws were enjoying the afternoon T.V. shows. The rest of the afternoon I worked on the food grain cleaning and did the house work. I served my in-Laws. Doing housework in Saree with ghunghat on my face is very difficult. Before bedtime I was told to set my alarm for 6AM and have breakfast ready by 6:30 my Sas Rekhaji had to leave for Pune at 7.

I came to learn from my first day as a Bahu of haveli that in the haveli in-laws are regarded awe as if they were gods they were the masters and their slightest wish was a command. Daughter-in-laws kept in their shadow and followed their instructions with meticulous care

The next day breakfast was ready and Rekhaji left for Pune. She warned me not to goof off all day and dinner had better be on the table when she gets home at 7. After she left I went down the hall to all bedrooms to clean them. Running around all day with my housework I lost track of time and dinner wasn't ready when Rekhaji got home. I tried to apologize to which I was told to shut up and she had no choice but to punish me.

I was lead to the basement and my arms were cuffed over my head. My feet were shackled to chains on the floor. I was scared to death but either way I was trapped. I felt a painful crack on my ass from a wooden paddle.

"What were you told?" Rekhaji asked me.

"To have dinner ready at seven" I replied.

" Was dinner ready at seven?"

" No Hukkum" I replied. Crack again;

"I guess you have a lot to learn about being a good Bahu".

"Yes Hukkum" I responded in pain.

"Tell me what you are" with another crack of the paddle.

" I am a Bahu of this Haveli" I replied.

" Every time I smack your ass I want you to tell me what you are," she ordered.

This went on for what seamed like forever. She didn't stop until my backside was throbbing with pain and I felt completely humiliated. Rekhaji then led me to my bedroom.

I must have fallen asleep but was awoken by a stinging blow to my ass.

"Good morning dear" Kads said.

"Are you ready to show me what a good housewife you can be or do we need to have a repeat of last night's lesson"?

"No Hukkum" I quickly responded. He told me to get upstairs and cook breakfast.

I've always taken Rajstani Bahus granted to clean rooms. I liked to visualize a Rajstani Bahu being forced to clean the floors. I never realized how many nooks and crannies there were in rooms. Haveli had a wonderfully decorated maharaja style rooms complete with a racks, cupboards and high walls with carpeted floors.

This meant not only cleaning the floor, but also getting down on my knees to clean behind and under the bed & cupboards. It meant getting on my hands and knees to scrub the floor with an old-fashioned brush. I learned how to fold Saree under my knees so as not to ruin it. Kajol let me work like this for about an hour and then relented.

"OK," Kajol said, "I don't want you to ruin your sarees. You will need it later, and we don't have time to clean it."

It took me several hours just to clean the bathroom, scrubbing the tiles, polishing the brass fixtures, and cleaning the bowl.

My next task was laundry. Amita ordered me to separate the various clothes by how they were to be washed. Some went to the dry cleaners, some went though the heavy-duty cycle, some on permanent press or delicate, and some were hand-washed. Amita laughed as she watched my penis spring to attention while washing Rekhaji's Sarees & petticoats. Amita's hand roughly pulled my choti and spanked my Saree clad buns sharply.

My Sasural did allow me to go out the back door, only to find that our haveli was fenced in with a solid wood wall six feet high. The house was my prison, forcing me to restrict my life to being a newlywed housewife. I cleaned and straightened and rearranged for my in-laws. What hell it would be to be restricted to the house unless I left with my Nanandi or Sas and that too with my face covered in Ghunhat!

The big wedding picture, which was hung over the couch, constantly seemed to be in my line of vision. I was standing in my bridal gown with my Groom who was in a nice suite, and if I wasn't in the front room - no fear! They put a framed 8 x 10 version of the wedding picture on the bedroom nightstand and another in the kitchen. I guess the second one was so I could get inspiration while I chose the menu for the evening! Of course I didn't need a mirror or a wedding picture. All I had to do was see myself in a beautiful Ghagra-choli and long choti, I was standing with my husband my face covered with Ghunghat of chunni! The photograph of me holding the Ghagra up to inspect the layers of my cotton petticoats and their incredibly frill- sweetened hems held by my hands with full of bridal jewelry exploring the delicate fullness of petticoats is marvelous. It carried all the reminders I needed with me!

My Sas Rekhaji appointed Amitaji & Karishmaji to control me. I was to be completely at their mercy. Every day they worked me like a dog. I cleaned out the basement and the attic, dusted the living room and the bathroom. The way their work schedules worked out one of them was always in the house supervising me. Amita was the worst to work for. She always carried a cane to control me she was also not reluctant to jerk my choti for mistakes. She told me it got her off to see me scrubbing and cleaning the floors with a toothbrush. Working around these women in Saree, although completely humiliating and degrading, also caused me to be in an almost nonstop state of arousal. They knew this too and they used this knowledge to torment me further.

I was perfectly happy in this lifestyle. My basic male instincts are kept under control, and this includes, incidentally, the permanent wearing strictly Saree or Ghagra-choli with Ghunghat over my face. My husband kajol has taught me that males are far better off being controlled and obedient to direction by virtuous, superior females. I agree, and totally accept subservience, submission and obedience to Kajol, my Sas Rekhaji, my Nanadis Amitaji, Karishmaji and my Devars Rageshwariji & Kareenaji such females put in charge of me.

Occasionally I was taken out for a special visit beyond the environs of haveli to the temple or Bazar, accompanied by my Nanadis or Sas. It was compulsory for me to wear leg irons beneath my Saree with Ghunghat over my face and of course masses of petticoats beneath my Saree.

One day after breakfast, and my subsequent cleaning up thereafter, I completed my chores. I was cleaning husband Kajol's cupboard in our bedroom. I explored the Kajol's room from one end to the other. I didn't learn anything helpful.

I was surprised that I was allowed in Kajol's closet, though I wasn't allowed to go through things. My hands just turned away when I tried to open her drawers or look in the pockets of her clothes. I got a very strong urge to dress in a pair of her pants and a shirt, even though I was not allowed to do so. I could not stop myself. I know I wanted to put on men's clothing again. I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like jeans and T-shirts instead of Sarees, petticoats and Ghagras. They are so uncomfortable for a male.

I slowly removed my Saree, blouse & petticoat then slipped into Kajol's Jeans & T-shirt. After so many days I was wearing male clothes and suddenly the door opened. I was scarred now but can't help! Wearing Saree again may took little time I was just to remove my shirt. My nanandi Amita entered into the room.

Amita was wearing a full-length red coloured jacket over a tight white T-shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. Amita blowed my ass with a nearby cane saying, " You Shilpabhabhi how you dared to wear those clothes. They are not meant to slut & sissy like you, you have no freedom to wear pants & shirts you have lost your right while you accepted Kads as your husband. You will wear only Sarees or Ghagras for rest of your life. Now you will be punished for your mistake."

My face was hot with the blush which of embarrassment at the very idea of the impending punishment brought. "When this is over, you're going to go downstairs and apologize to your in-laws by standing bent-over for the whole evening" Said Amita. I was scared, really scared. Amita left the room without another word and I stayed in the kajol's room in my ghunghat waiting for my punishment shaking like a leaf.

This was the punishment for trying the male clothes. Amita asked me to wear the saree again with two petticoats extra. She also ordered me to wear all my bridal jewelry. I was ready for my punishment, all people from my Sasural were gathered to enjoy the punishment. Amita placed me in front of the wall where a punishment ring was concealed into it; it was just at the height of two feet from ground. She then tied my nose ring with it using a lightweight chain. Standing bend over there, and I had to spend some time with my nose ring stretched by the chain, a terribly uncomfortable position to stand, not only because my nose began to ache almost immediately, but because I can't sit down or stand up all the way, but have to use my thigh muscles to hold myself in position. Amitaji placed a clock near me, so the minutes could be heard ticking away slowly. Long before the forty minutes had passed, my entire body ached from the position, especially the back; Shaking and sweating profusely. Amita sought to convince me that it was for my own good and that it would help me accept the fact that I was no longer a man.

I'm sure my in-laws were gone no more than an hour, but it felt like days. I was trapped there, standing on my Saree with lots of petticoats, face covered with ghunghat, bent forward at the waist, exposing my petticoats from beneath the saree. I could barely breathe because of the way I was tied and the ghunghat covering my face. There was nothing for me to do but suffer and ruminate on my situation. I'd have done anything simply to be allowed to stand up straight. My legs were cramped into fiery pillars of pain.

I was released after an hour and allowed to express gratitude for Amita's time and effort, and an apology for the behavior that required me to punish. Rekhaji was not satisfied with the result of punishment she wanted me to be punished more severely. As per her opinion wearing male clothes by Bahu was a serious crime and should be properly handled. So in future no Bahu will try it again

Rekhaji ordered me to stand near the pillory where she locked my neck and wrists in it, in the middle of the room. The pillory forced me to bend over in very odd angle there. I looked at Rekhaji she was wearing a nice maroon Saree with heavy border and her long choti was resting on her front. Rekhaji went over to one of the wardrobes. Inside it was an impressive array of whips, canes, paddles and all sorts of other handcuffs. She roughly pulled my choti and let it to drop on the floor before me. She then returned to the wardrobe and spent some time examining the canes and paddles hanging there.

All the while I was standing there bent over locked in the pillory, posed and vulnerable, still smarting from the spanking. She finally settled on a long wooden cane, which she removed from the wardrobe and began to viscously swing in practice, I could hear the swish as it passed through the air and I felt my cheeks involuntarily clenching in anticipation of what was to come

"Right you little Bahu I am going to teach you a lesson you wont forget. I will start with eight stroked after which you will say thank you Sasji can I have another, do you understand",

"Yes" I said,

"Yes what Bahurani?" Rekhaji screamed

"Sorry Hukkum I mean Rekhaji, I shall always wear Sarees & Ghagras"

"Well you have earned yourself another two stroked for that," she said.

She then walked behind me and I could hear and feel her measuring the distance, aiming her strokes and then suddenly there was a swish and I felt a shot of pain right across the cheeks of my ass. The sting of the pain took me completely by surprise and I cried out, then remembering what I had to say

I said, "Thank you Rekhaji can I have another"

"Of course Bahu" she said and then there was another swish followed by the same unbelievable pain.

"Thank you Sasuji can I have another," I cried. Suddenly the next stroke hit, I was beginning to sob now my bum felt like it was on fire.

"Thank you Sasuji can I have another" I said between my sobs.

"Are you going to be a good Bahu from now on?" questioned Sasuji as five hard slaps sent my ass writhing.

"Yes Sasuji yes!" I squealed as the pain engulfed me.

"Say it... " Another five slaps hit home.

My bottom was shaking, wiggling this way and that, trying to find a comfortable position, and hoping (perhaps) that she would not use the cane on me again. Of course she did, slowly, firmly, hard biting strokes across my heaving rump, which by now seemed to have taken up a motion of its own as it received another five.

"I'll be good Bahu... I'll be good Bahu!" I howled as the sting rose within me.

"Again... " Another five slaps fell on my tender ass.

"I'll be good Bahu... I promise... "

"Again... " Another volley of slaps hit my Saree clad ass.

"I'll be good Bahu. I promise... I'll be good Bahu... I'll be good Bahu.. "

Finally, it ended

"Get your Saree rearranged, cover your face properly... and go apologize to your mother-in-law and others and remember, Bhabhi ... I can make this even worse if I have to... " Said Amitaji as I stood and moved towards the door.

The Sarees, cholis, petticoats & ghagras all that stuff weren't so bad. Actually, I was amazed at how fast I was getting used to wearing pretty outfits. But the clothes and the Ghunghat weren't enough to show them I was accepting my new life. To convince them I'd have to work hard & serve my in-laws better. Gradually I started accepting my role as a Bahu. While that was still not that big a deal, I still saw myself as a man. My in-laws seemed to constantly brainwash me and treat me as a complete female but my mind refused to believe them. Some small change was however there and that was what scared me. I seemed to enjoy wearing Saree & Ghagra-cholis and serving them. The feel of the heavy cotton petticoats on my legs and the unrestricted movement that trousers don't provide usually left me quite excited.

A little more than a week and a half went by, and I was starting to question whether there was any "manhood" left in me. Standing there before a mirror with no evidence of maleness left in a maroon net Saree with Ghunghat over my face and long thick choti running up to my ass with big nose ring and heart pendant, my hands full with bangles holding together my ghunghat like a young Rajstani Bahu is it all gone, I wondered? Where did "what I had" disappear to? Did I actually have it in the first place? The doubts started to return. Was this all for a man? Was my future going to be the wife, Bhabhi & Bahu of these people? Was the whole purpose to brainwash the masculinity out of me? I was enjoying the finely wired Ghunghat of my Saree that had imprisoned my male ego for such a long, long time. I was overheated and aroused inside the mesh prison of my Saree.

I love the feel of a satiny, very translucent Saree sliding over my full cotton petticoats, and the sensation of a petticoats sliding over my erect cock. I was always been ordered to wear more than one petticoat beneath my Saree, which indeed provides a very sensuous experience. But wearing Sarees with lot of petticoats is wonderful! When I'm dressed up as a Bahurani. I can't imagine anything better than Saree & petticoats. I love the way they swing and flip as I walk. I like the way petticoats pouf up my Saree when I sit down, the way they twirl out when I turn.

Inside I began to realize how not only was I physically locked into this role but socially as well. I was now going to be dependent on Mr. Kajol for survival and be cause of it expected to act like his wife.

Serving my husband Kajol wearing a translucent Rajstani Saree with Ghunghat, having to keep my one hand engaged in holding my long choti to bend before him to touch his feet, keeps my inferior male ego in check.

After few weeks one day

I hear the bell ring and almost jump out of my skin. It always has that effect. I put the pallu of my saree on my head. I have just been pressing 's T-shirts. Momentarily I think about how they smelt of my husband Kajol as I held them to my nose before starting to wash them. These ones smelt of just kajol.

There isn't time to linger, I quickly put my choti in front and start towards the lounge. On the way I stop to check my appearance in the hall full-length mirror.

I look at my reflection and enjoy sensual feel of the feminine clothes against my skin, the choli, the pretty saree and a huge petticoat encased in my saree. The petticoat feels especially delicious as I straighten my pink saree.

It was almost time for my husband Kajol to get home and I was getting warm with excitement at the thought. I was fiShilpang the cleaning of floor, the last of the housework that my Nanadi Amita had told me to do that day. Nothing thrilled me more than playing wife to the cute, imperious husband I had married. Kajol was so beautiful and I loved her so much - that bending in submission before Kajol was the supreme pleasure in my life. I had a hard-on in my petticoats.

I found myself completely under the control of my husband Kajol. Although my body was still largely masculine my mind was dictating my responses and it was becoming feminine. To my astonishment, I could feel my masculinity begin to fade and I knew that once gone it would never come back.

I heard the front door open and a tingle of titillation went through me.

"I'm tired, Shilpa," Kajol sighed.

"It's been a hard day, one shooting after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you. Inefficient. I have to do everything myself." I nodded.

"My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for me," she said.

"Yes, Patidev," I said, hurrying over and addressing my husband in the form Kajol most liked to hear.

I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated the process on the other foot.

This emphasizes my humiliation as a wife; I always have to adjust my saree & pallu either to respond to the ringing bell of or more humiliatingly answer the front door.

The moments before I open the front door my stomach always turns in anticipation of who was about to be greeted by my little curtsey, symbolising my subservient position and leaving the caller in no doubt as to my position. I am here to serve in any way desired, promptly and cheerfully.

After delivering her coffee I can return to pressing her clothes, the interruption has caused me to be a bit behind schedule so I can not linger to enjoy the feel and smell of the soft sexy items, I have to get on.

I stop to arrange my ghunghat, before moving onto my next task of cleaning her study room. This is a daily task and has to by done to the highest standard. The cleaning was to be done only by toothbrush. No bigger equipment than that was allowed. As I start work here, cleaning the floor I am as ever acutely aware of my Saree and the way it feels as I scrub away. I move onto the table, then chairs, enjoying the way my Saree hugs me especially the petticoat. I take great care; gives the cleanliness of her personal room the highest priority.

As I work I can hear Kajol on the phone, laughing and talking. She sounds like she is on the phone to a friend, this is confirmed when she finishes and she appears in the study room door. I have to get up off my knees to curtsey.

"Hurry up in here Shilpa, then put out my yellow Saree, Blouse & Petticoat, you Devarji Malaika is coming over."

This confirms what I thought; she refers to her gorgeous plain yellow chiffon Saree as her punishment kit. When I enter her bedroom after fiShilpang her study room she was tying supplement of long hair to her luxurious hair. I curtsey and she scornfully glances at me.

I sort out her lemon yellow saree, blouse & petticoat with her jewellary and set the items out on the bed then wait by the door. She finishes her hair by tying them in long choti .Her choti reaches up to her knees.

"This is lovely saree isn't it?"

"Yes Kajolji."

"Yes, it makes me look very sexy doesn't it?"

"Yes Kajolji."

"Yes, it makes me feel very sexy as well. You'd love to wear it, wouldn't you? You'd love to. It's so soft as sexy. I tell you what? You can kiss it. Each piece in turn"

I think of all the times I've caressed, smelt and kissed her yellow saree but this is the first time I will do so in her presence. I blush and stutter

"Thank you Kajolji." She smiles at me,

"Pathetic. Now, bend over and kiss it. Lets have your hands behind your back, you can kiss it not molest it."

"Thank you kajolji."

Before leaning over the bed and kissing Kajol's saree and petticoat. I try not to linger and not to rush.

"Did you enjoy that?" She sweetly asks.

"Yes thank you Kajolji, I did." I meekly reply.

She slowly puts the items on, I return to wait by the door staring at the ground in front of me. As she puts the yellow saree on she looks at me and giggles then wanders over to stand right in front of me her hands on her sexy hips. She then tied golden anklets in her toes. She then wore 12 golden bangles in each hand. The sweet noise of tiny bell of her payals was making my member to stand erect.

She looks absolutely gorgeous, sexy saree long hair and she knows it.

"Now you can enjoy me wearing them." she says, "Malaika thinks you need a treat. That's really nice of her isn't it?"

"Yes Kajolji." She knows this is taunting me; she is an expert and pauses before going on,

"Yes, she's coming over to have some fun, until then she thought we can play some girlie games, that's nice of her isn't it?"

"Yes Kajolji."

" You must remember to thank her when she gets here mustn't you?"

"Yes Kajolji."

"Yes it is," she continues, now staring me straight in the face "We can have a little fun you while I'm waiting for her, I'll enjoy that."

I weakly return her stare.

"Yes Kajolji."

"Yes Kajolji" she mimics me again, then "You'd quite like to be having an afternoon of sex with me wouldn't you but well, you're not really up to it are you?

You'd rather be dressed up in a Bridal ghagra-choli, eh, dressed up as my wife and having a nice long running choti, eh?"

She is right and I reply.

"Yes Kajolji." Which she again mimics, several times. Before telling me to mince downstairs and get her lunch. I was also to serve it and change into one of my "Bridal wear".

While she is eating her lunch I change into one of my Ghagra-choli. I cannot describe the thrill as I put each sexy item on; my small sissy cock grows hard but will not be noticed under the layers of frills. I take some time to get ready and return to. As I walk through the house I nearly cum with each step as the Ghagra plus petticoat swishes around me. I enter and curtsey.

The doorbell rang. I felt the tingle of excitement as I pulled down my Ghungat and opened the door.

"Good morning Malaikaji . Please come in. May I take your shoes?" I asked

"Thank you ShilpaBhabhi," She said, sitting on sofa so that I could help her with their shoes and socks.

Malika continued, "That's a lovely Ghagra-choli you're wearing Bhabhi "

I smiled with appreciation as I led the way into the living room. When she was seated I served her cold drink ".

Then I covered my face properly with ghunghat and bent over to touch her feet as a respect. Malaika was wearing a leather jacket & leather pants.

"Bhabhi really is quite pretty isn't she?" she comments as I straiten up

"Yes she is." Kajol replies. " I served tea while Kajol explained our relationship to Malaika. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I wanted to cover my face with Ghunghat. Kajol insisted however, that I remain. I stood facing them as my fingers toyed nervously at the end of long choti resting in front from my right shoulder. My eyes were lowered to the floor. I wished it would open up and swallow me as I listened them.

"We want to reduce or eliminate his masculine tendencies while encouraging his nurturing, supportive femininity. I thought it was sweet of you the other day to refer to Shilpa using feminine pronouns. That's nice, but it is also necessary to keep him mindful always that he's really just my sweet little feminized wife. It's important that he always remember his proper position. Good enough to look at. ShilpaBhabhi Go and wait at the corner until we're done."

I curtsey and leave to the corner in the room. I assume the position. Then Kajol came forward and locked my wrists above my head in a handcuff suspending from ceiling. I spend so much time in, standing with ghungat over my face, legs straight and looking at the floor in front of me.

I am acutely aware that there is a large window on the landing, which looks out onto the living room of the haveli. I am on full view to anyone on the passing in-laws, who cares to look?

I can see the progress of their afternoon chatting, they talk for a while and they giggle a lot. The talking stops, presumably they are joking. I don't look up. I feel acutely aware of my Ghagra-choli and handcuffed wrists.

Suddenly I heard Malaika's voice .I was looking through my ghunghat. What I saw was fantastic Kajol standing in the middle of room and her hands were locked together with stainless steel handcuff. Her pallu of yellow saree was wrapped around her in a proper manner at her waist. She was looking at the floor as an obedient woman. Malaika was walking around her carrying a thick paddle in her hand. My cock was rock hard but no way my hands were locked in handcuffs. Kajol's long choti was resting on her back.

"Well, young lady, I'm going to teach you a little lesson in obedience today. One that I think you'll remember for quite some time."

With that she walked over and took the paddle down from its place. I felt Kajol was going to faint. Oh God, Malaika was REALLY going to do it.

"Now then..." Malaika began, tapping the paddle on her palm.

"I promised you a paddling and that's precisely what you're going to get. But it's also the first time that you've probably ever been spanked, so I'm only going to give your saree clad bottom four strokes of this paddle...provided that you follow my one simple rule. You will bend over and grab thumbs of your feet for the paddling and I expect you to maintain that position through the entire four strokes. If you choose to disobey me and move out of position, that stroke won't count. If you disobey twice in a row, you'll get a penalty stroke, which I will deliver, on your bottom after your paddling is over. Now is that understood?"

Kajol nodded, dumbfounded.

"I want to hear you say it!"

"Yes, Malaika , I understand."

"Alright then, keep you choti on front."

"Oh please Malaika..."

My cock was shooting up it was rubbing vigorously against my petticoat.

"Young lady, if that long choti isn't around your ankles in 30 seconds, you're going to receive double the paddling! Now get it down!"

Kajol put her choti on front from left shoulder with shaking & cuffed hands and quickly moved them down till its end bunched around her ankles. Maybe four strokes of the paddle wouldn't be so bad. Malaika sure made it seem like she was letting her off easy this time.

"Good, now bend over and grab the frill of your lovely petticoat. That's right...all the way over. Yes, just like that, that's the position I expect you to maintain through out your paddling."

Kajol grabbed onto her thumbs of feet. She cringed, as an embarrassment flushed through her. Her thick yellow petticoat was peeping out of the saree. Kajol was holding the frill of that petticoat.

"Alright Kajol, four strokes of the paddle. If you do as you've been told ... that's all it will be."

Kajol seemed to be happy with the cold, smooth surface of the wooden paddle against her bottom. Four strokes, that was all...and then it'd be all over and she could keep her long choti on her back. She grabbed her petticoat even tighter.

The paddle left her bottom...she heard it whoosh as it rushed toward it's target and then felt the hard board's impact through her whole body, almost knocking her over.

Then the pain messages from her butt arrived and she felt like a million bees had stung her. Kajol screamed and jumped up, her handcuffed hands trying to reach reflexively to injured bottom. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this.

Malaika just stood there, shaking her head.

"Didn't take you long to disobey me, I specifically told you to maintain your position. That stroke doesn't count...you still have four to go. Now bend back over and resume the position"

"But Malaika , I can't...I mean...it hurts too much...I'll never be able to stand it!"

"Quit arguing and do as you're told, young lady or I'll make it six strokes. Let's go!"

Kajol bent over, clutching her ankles and biting her lip. Maybe this stroke wouldn't be as hard...

This time when the paddle whipped through the air to strike her bottom the pain was immediate. She was up and hopping around in place before she even knew it.

"Ahhhowwww...it hurts...it hurts"

"Of course it hurts Kajol, If it didn't hurt, it wouldn't do you any good. Not that it seems to be doing you much good anyway...once again you failed to follow the rules...maybe I need to paddle you harder."

"No...Please...I'm sorry...please"

"Very well. Back in position"

Kajol reluctantly bent over again, locking her knees and grabbing her ankles as hard as she could. She felt the coolness of the paddle against her scorched bottom as Malaika readied for the next Stroke.

"Now, you still have four strokes of the paddle and your repeated disobedience has earned you a penalty stroke of the cane. Is that understood, young lady?"

Kajol nodded miserably.

"I can't hear you!!"

"Yes, Sir"

It just wasn't fair. She was hitting her too hard. Her bottom already hurt so much...and none of that even counted...it was so unf...

<WWHAAPP>.

Kajol couldn't help herself, "Oh it burned, it burned so bad".

"Bend over Kajol" Malaika warned her

Kajol shook her head no! She just couldn't take another stroke of that awful paddle.

"I'm warning you, young lady...get up and back in position if you know what's good for you."

"No, I can't...no more, please" Kajol begged. She couldn't believe that she was being so mean to her!

"Alright then..."

"You have a real problem with following orders, young lady...but you're going to get better at it...even if we have to be here all day! Now, are you going to get up by yourself, or do you want some more help from me?"

Kajol managed to stand up. Malaika had given her at least four strokes of the paddle over that hay bale...maybe if she did what she wanted her punishment would be over..

"You might as well take them all the way off..."

Her heart sank.

"You still have all four strokes of the paddle to take and I'm adding an extra penalty stoke of the cane for your blatant disobedience."

"bend over"

Her legs shaking, Kajol did as she was told. The paddle wooshed through the air and cracked across her blazing butt. Crying out, Kajol jumped up...but quickly bent back over into position. Not quickly enough though for Malaika .

"Sorry Kajol, that's just not good enough. You're going to have to learn to obey the rules. Not just sort of obey them or obey them when you feel like it. I said NO jumping up, and that's exactly what I meant. You still have four strokes of the paddle and now you have three strokes of the cane as a penalty."

Kajol whimpered, but stayed in position.

Malaika measured the next stroke, raised her arm to shoulder level and brought the paddle down hard across her quivering bottom. This time she managed to stay bent over but one of her hands instinctively leapt to cover her bottom. It felt hot and swollen.

"Yes Kajol, your bottom is getting real red. It's only going to get worse with every stroke...and you STILL have four strokes to go. I'd start obeying the rules if I were you."

"I'm trying, Malaika ...I am...it's just SO HARD!" Kajol wailed.

"That's right young lady...sometimes obeying the rules is hard. You'd better try a lot harder if you want this punishment to be over anytime soon. Now get that hand back down and get yourself ready for the next stroke."

Kajol grabbed her ankles with both hands. She had to stay in place this time. She just had to.

Kajol cried out, going up onto her toes as the next stroke of the paddle hit home, but she had stayed bent over.

"That's better." Malaika pronounced, measuring the paddle against her blistered bottom again.

"Now just think, if you'd obeyed like that from the start...you'd be long done by now instead of having three more strokes to go."

Kajol cried even harder, but she knew that he was right. More than ever she was determined to stay in position for the remainder.

The next few minutes were pure agony. Through amazing effort, she remained bent over as the paddle blistered her bottom twice more. Between strokes, she waved her bottom from side to side, trying in vain to shake off the sting. She was past caring about the sight that she presented to Malaika.

"Alright Kajol, one stroke left. Take it like you took the last three and your paddling will be over. Are you ready, young lady?"

Kajol shut her eyes, her hands were sweaty around her ankles...but she grabbed them harder yet.

"Yes Sir, Malaika ."

Kajol held her breath as she waited for what she hoped would be the last stroke of the paddle against her punished skin. Her heart beat in her ears as her Malaika gave her bottom a few preemptory taps with the paddle. When it finally came sweeping down, the paddle landed on her bottom with a solid crack and a pain that made her see stars. She sobbed and coughed but stayed bent over, even as she heard Malaika hanging the paddle back up on the wall. She came back over and guided her carefully up and into a hug.

"Good girl, . I'm proud of you. I knew you could be good, if you just set your mind to it. Good girl."

"Malaikaji."

"Yes, dear?"

"Is my punishment over?"

"Well...your punishment for last night is over. But, I'm afraid you still have three strokes of the cane for disobeying during your paddling. I am sorry that I have to do this, little one, but..."

"I know...rules are rules" Kajol finished.

Malaika smiled down at her. "That's right. I can give them to you now, or wait till after dinner tonight"

"I'd rather get it over with now please, Malaika.

Malaika nodded and led her over to the pillory. Gently she guided her to stand in it, now Kajol's neck and wrists were securely locked in the pillory with her body stretched out behind her. She watched as Malaika took down a wide, well-worn cane from the wall.

"I'm afraid the state of your bottom is going to make it necessary for me to use the cane on your thighs, Kajol. I don't think I have to tell you that I expect you to stay in position for this. Fortunately, if you do, this will be over in a minute."

"Yes Malaika ",

Kajol braced herself, helplessly into the pillory. In fact, it was over in just over a minute. The cane made three sizzling trips across her sensitive Saree clad bottom. She cried out and kicked her legs a little after each one, but Malaika didn't seem to mind that. She told her that she was proud of her for being so brave during her punishment as she gathered her up into another hug. She told her that she was sorry for disobeying Malaika and promised she'd be really good from now on.

I found Malaika was just releasing me from handcuffs. I nearly blurt something out but manage to remain silent. Now I was in complete fear waiting for joint punishment...

Malaika came forward dragging Kajol holding her choti. Kajol was somehow managing in her Saree & petticoat. Malaika then tied my choti with Kajol's. She then tied frills of my petticoat with Kajol's. We were bound to each other. Malaika ordered us to clean the house with broom. She was relaxing in a sofa while me & Kajol were circusing around in our Sarees & petticoats. Our chotis & petticoats were pulling each other.

 

 

 

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