My fantasy in future.

My fantasy story is set in future in the year 2184.

After the World war III in 2036 and subsequent nuclear holocaust, in which almost half of the world population was wiped out, it was felt that all this could have been avoided had the decision making power been with the female gender. It was unanimously decided that to prevent such catastrophes, all major decisions shall be taken by females.

This led to females being promoted to all the highest positions while their male counterparts were relegated to lower posts and salaries. As the next generation arrived, females were more assertive, strong headed and demanding. Slowly, the changes appeared in social life also. Males started being submissive. There were very few job openings for males and majority of them started opting for lower jobs like office maids and secretaries. Even these jobs were not enough and since domestic helps were very costly, many of the couples decided that the males shall stay at home as househusbands and let the females earn the daily bread and butter.

The biological supremacy of the females of producing a new life was to remain with them but the job of taking care of the newborn was naturally shifted to the husbands. They started taking medicines to grow their breasts so that they may nurse the newborns. Initially, it was only for the househusbands but very soon, this trend grew like anything and the male breasts became a sexual attraction for the more aggressive females. Females did not need breasts anymore and took medicines to remain flat chested.

Male fashions changed and instead of shirts and pants, they started preferring the more beautiful dresses and sarees. Breasts had to be supported by bras and this led to virtual revolution in male fashion. Males wanted to look sexually attractive to their wives least they should start having affairs with their office staff or secretaries. Even the unmarried boys started growing breasts to attract their future wives. The marriage proposals were more for the girls who earned more and for boys who were more beautiful. The norms of the society had reversed.

Within a span of 100 years from World War III, The norms of male female relationship had turned upside down and my patents, who were born in 2140 belonged to the generation for whom female supremacy was not an exception but a norm.

Now the story:

I am the third sibling of my parents. My mother wanted a daughter but after 4 sons, she decided that it was the wish of the Goddess and refused to marry another man for the sake of producing a daughter. My mother is a farmer and owns a lot of agricultural land. She wanted her sons to be good househusbands to their wives and all of us passed 12^th class and did a diploma in home science.

My 2 elder brothers have been married and living with their wives in their respective homes. My parents have been looking for a suitable girl for me. I have no say in this matter. They have selected a girl for me. She is a doctor and has a good income. She is coming to see me today.

 Last night, I overheard my father talking to my mother. My mother had taken her dinner and as usual, father was sitting on the floor besides her. He was wearing a saree and had sindoor in his maang. He had a mangalsootra around his neck and glass bangles on his wrists. He was pressing the legs of my mom and talking to her in a very low voice, “ Don’t you think that her complexion is dark, Our son is very fair”. Mother, in her stern voice, immediately rebuked him ”Don’t be silly. A girl needs to have a good income to support a family. Complexion is for boys. Consider yourself to be very lucky if she likes our son. These days, a doctor girl, who is not asking for a dowry is very hard to find”. “we shall be giving a dowry to our son. Won’t we?” said my father in a low voice keeping his eyes towards the floor . Mother laughed “As they say, males have no wisdom. You idiot, this is a multi-millionaire family. If they want dowry according to their status, we stand no chance. However, they want a boy who should always obey and serve his wife and inlaws. Our two sons are keeping their wives happy and this marriage proposal has come only because of this fact”.

As my prospective wife and her parents entered our home, I could hear my heart pounding. I was wearing a green saree, specially bought for this occasion. My elder brother, whose wife was a cousin sister of this girl, had come last night and had informed that  her favourite colour was green. I had a matching blouse and my hair were in a bun. I had been thoroughly instructed by him for the occasion.” No matter what, keep your eyes towards the floor. Keep your head covered in presence of your inlaws but you must drop your palloo on some pretex when you are alone with her so that she may have a fair idea of the assets which she is going to own” she had giggled and I had thrown a pillow at her.

As I served tea to the guests, I managed a hidden glance towards her. She was staring at me and smiled. My cheeks got red with shame. Bhaiya took me inside so that elders may talk. Shortly, my father came inside with the good news. I had been approved but they wanted an early marriage as my future wife had a new job at a big hospital at Delhi and my father in law wanted someone to look after his daughter in a new city where she shall be living away from her parents.

I was married to Dr. Garima Chaudhary within 15days.

My suhaag raat was celebrated at the ancestral home of my wife. Her brothers did my makeup and made me sit on the bed with a ghoonghat on my face. As she entered the room, my heart started pounding so loudly that I was afraid that she may hear my heartbeats. As she raised my ghoonghat, I got pink with shame. She remarked,” you are wearing a pink saree darling. If you blush like this, how would I know that I have disrobed you when the color of your skin and saree shall match like this” I blushed even more fiercely.

 There was a knock on the door and as she opened the door, someone passed a glass of milk to her. I remembered bhaiya’s instructions and gotup from the bed. As she turned towards me, I sat on the floor and put my forehead on her shoes. She asked me to getup and gave me the glass of milk and went to the bathroom to change.

She was wearing a Kurta and lunge as she returned. I gave her milk but she refused. “Tonight, I have to drink from the original source” she pointed towards my breasts. I blushed again. “Please drink half of it for me. Its bad omen if you don’t take this milk tonight”, I said keeping my voice low and my eyes on the floor. She obliged and I took the rest of the milk from the same glass.

She pulled me towards her and slowly started removing my jewelry. She was constantly talking to me to relieve my tension. “ So, what are the instructions of your brothers for suhaag raat” she asked as she was removing my saree. I was dying of shame so I said “nothing”. I yelped with pain as she pinched me on my buttocks. She had already placed a hand on my mouth so my shriek didn’t come out.” Next one shall be on your cheek if you are not honest and then you shall have a hard time explaining to everyone as to what happened’ she said firmly. “ comeon. Tell me the instructions”. She started fumbling with the button of my blouse.

“They only asked me to place my head on your feet and take your blessings” I lied. My blouse had already been unbuttoned and I was trying unsuccessfully to cover my breasts with my arms. “lier again” she pulled the cord of my petticoat. “No pleeeeeese” I cried. “I am telling the truth”. “Didn’t they tell you to clinch your teeth when she pinches on your breasts like this” she asked again, pinching my nipples as she unclasped my bra. I knew that there was no escape so I told the truth. “yes, They did” “Good. What else” she asked. “They asked me to climax with your permission only” I moaned as she pulled down my petticoat and panties.

She had not removed a single stich of cloth from her own body as I was lying on her bed, stark naked, dying of shame. My penis was rockstrong as she mounted me without removing her clothes. She was not wearing anything beneth the lungee and she slid my member inside her body with a low moan.

“Have you ever gone through this before” she suddenly asked. “NO. Never. I am a virgin. I have kept this body sacred for you my Goddess” I whispered. She smiled” You must have seen someone doing like this” she remarked. By now, I knew that somehow, she could know if I was telling the truth. So I truthfully admitted” Once I saw Bhabhi doing a similar act with bhaiya”.

Actually After my Diploma in homescience was complete, bhaiya had asked my parents to send me to his place so that I may learn to manage the household. There I had seen that bhabhi was always scolding bhaiya and used to even slap him on little mistakes. I had asked that how he could tolerate all this and yet started doing makeup when she returns from office to look attractive for her. He had told me that when a wife makes love to you at night, you get so much pleasure that you become a slave to her. I had peeped in to their bedroom at night and a similar sean was being played on myself tonight. Next morning, I had confessed to Bhaiya that I had peeped into his room and there also, I had found that bhaiya was pleading with bhabhi to not to pinch him and give further pain but bhabhi was not listening. Bhaiya had just smiled and said that once your wife makes love to you, you shall know.

As My Wife started riding me with my member inside her, I remembered something and smiled. She immediately stopped and asked” What are you thinking”. I knew that there was no point in hiding something. Being a doctor, She could read my mind perhaps. “ Why all females are alike? When I saw bhaiya and bhabhi making love, there also, Bhabhi was wearing all the clothes and bhaiya was naked and here too, you have kept me in a similar position”. She smiled and said’ Its because we want to remind you that who is the owner and who is slave”. “But that’s not fair. I left my home and came here to serve your every need. Your word shall be my command. I shall cook for you, wash your clothes, eat in your used plate, wash utensils and press your legs at night. You have the power to takeoff all my clothes at your wish. That is only because I consider myself to be your slave. Why do you want to prove it now” As I said that, I bit my tongue, feeling afraid that I might have offended her but she was smiling, “ alright darling, I think that you are right” she said as she started taking off her kurta from her muscular but flat chest. “but remember, don’t expect any mercy from me while making love. I like it when a boy cries of pain when I push him to the limit”. As she increased her speed, my body was filled with pleasure that I had never experienced before. I was on the sky and she was with me and that was all that mattered now. We both climaxed at the same time.

My Fantasy.

                       

The problem with being a cross-dressing househusband is that the society is too backward to accept it. People just do not like the idea of letting other people live their lives as per their choice. The result is that my social circle is a big zero.

Many of my FB friends have been asking me to share my stories more frequently. However, the problem is that nothing new is happening in my life and I don’t want to bore anyone with my same routine of wearing sarees, dollingup for my wife and pressing her legs on her return from office.

Last night, as I was chatting with a friend Pranav on FB, he told me that I was living a life that is a fantasy for him and wondered as to what is my fantasy.  Well, my fantasy is to live in a world where I have  a few friends who also crossdress and with whom, I can actually meet .

Pranav suggested that I should write a fantasy about meeting a couple of similar friends. He even suggested a few ideas for a story so that at least my blog and FB page should not be inactive.

I am again warning my readers that this is a fantasy and not a real lifetime experience unlike the other entries on my blog and FB page.

Last Monday evening, G brought me a beautiful yellow saree, complete with a blouse and petticoat.  I thanked her and went to the kitchen to get her customary glass of bear. G came from behind and caught hold of my breasts. G asked me as to when do I plan to wear this saree. I jokingly told her that probably, she should have brought me a new pair of bra and panties since that is all that I am allowed to wear on her return. Even if I wore the saree, I shall have to remove it before her return.  G laughed at that time but later, when I danced for her on super hit ‘rangeela’ song, she made me sit on her lap and after giving a lingering kiss, told me that this weekend, 2 of her friends along with their husbands would be coming for dinner and I should wear this saree that day. 

I was virtually shocked at G’s callous attitude. Till now G had introduced me as her cousin sister to the very very occasional visitor/neighbors to our household but it was clear that this time she will be introducing me as her husband. All of them shall see me in women’s clothing and make fun of me. Next morning, they shall inform her other colleagues, making me a laughing stock. However, G was so excited about her friends meeting that she didn’t look at my ashen face and went to the bedroom to work on her laptop. That night, while making love to me, she again remarked “ PILI SAREE ME QUAYAMAT LAGOGE TUM” ( You shall be looking very beautiful in yellow saree ). I was close to tears.

G was very busy that week at her office and a little tense too. I did not have the guts to talk about the weekend party. G never discusses her office tensions with me but I always find out by the way she fucks me. The intensity and wildness increase in proportion. The tenderness during love making goes away and that is a signal for me “ DO NOT DISTURB”.

The D day arrived and I had made all preparations for the party. G appeared to be in good mood. I brought her bed tea wearing my most seductive and transparent bra and panty. After the traditional fondling and pinching session, I asked her “Do you really want me to wear this yellow saree in front of your friends? I think that the black 3 piece suit shall be a better option”. G gave me an odd look and said firmly” it does not matter as to what you think. You shall do as I tell you. I have already told my friends that I make you wear women’s clothing and they don’t believe. That is the actual reason for the party tonight.”. I just bowed my head.

G left for office at 9AM after giving me the usual kiss and pinching my back and I also sent her off with a warm smile. After that, I sat on the chair and gave myself 15 minutes of rest with food for thought. On one hand, I was angry with G that to show off her friend her macho attitude, she was going to embarrass me and on the other hand, I was worried for preparations for dinner. Finally, I stood up with a deep sigh, fully aware that I was G’s property and she had a right to do whatever she liked.

One of the few good things that my step mother had done was to train me to be a very good cook. G is a strict vegetarian and in last 5 years, I have given her no occasion to complain about the taste. I had decided to give my best today. Her friends might say tomorrow that G’s husband is a faggot but they shall not have a chance to say that he is a bad cook.

All arrangement having finished by 4PM, I started getting ready for party. I took a steam bath and shaved all my body as usual and applied body lotions. I wore matching bra and panty.  The yellow saree was definitely pretty and I wore matching set of black pearls, dark red lipstick and yellow colored bangles.

Just imagine my surprise and relief when the evening guests turned out to be her boss Ms Kamya and colleague Ms. Aashu. Both of them are tomboys like G and have househusbands who had accompanied them. Both Aniket and Shanu are in to cross-dressing and were dressed in sarees complete with sindoor, bindi, matching ornaments and bangles. Both of them came directly to my kitchen to help me out as the ladies sat in the drawing room drinking whisky and sharing jokes while I served them delicious snacks. All 3 of us shared our experiences. They particularly wanted to know as to how I made G to quit smoking and I obliged. After the ladies had finished dinner and went out for a walk, we sat down to take dinner in the same respective plates and also finish their leftovers. Aniket and shanu offered to help me in washing utensils but I politely declined. The 3 musketeers (as we jokingly called them) returned from walk and it was time to say good bye. We exchanged phone numbers and Ms Kamya announced that they shall be the hosts for next month get together.

That night, when G had unmounted me after a vigorous sex, I asked her “why didn’t you tell me earlier and keep me tense these last few days”. She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and answered “you perform better in bed, when you are tense”.

Her US visit

I had decided not to update my blog anymore since no one seems interested and no one leaves any comments. However many of my fb friends have prevailed upon me to update it again.

G recently had to go to US for 15 days as the head of operations of US subsidiary of her company had fallen sick and some problems had started there.  She had to stay there for 15 days and I was all alone in our flat for a fortnight.

For the first 2 days, I almost enjoyed the sudden independence. I could sleep late in the morning, wear whatever I like and even tried a little swig from the bottle of scotch that G keeps in her cupboard. ( It was very bitter and I had to take a spoon of sugar afterwards)

Next 2 days I scrubbed the entire flat and the floors were shining like diamond. I prepared pickles of carrots which G likes a lot, tried cooking some new variants of Italian pasta.( disaster).

I was absolutely dismayed and disgusted by the end of the week. G has become my soul and to live without her was extremely depressing. I could sleep fully clothed in her absence and even though I have difficulty in falling asleep in nude some times, I just could not sleep properly with my clothes on.

On 31^st December, G called me in after noon and told me that she shall wish me new year at midnight on video call. From her manner, I could easily guess that she was missing me as well. I had an idea and started practicing dancesteps on a very old and slow song.

My preparations started at 8.30pm. I wore a bright red saree. I didn’t wear a blouse and chose a black bra. As I was finishing my makeup, G called at 10.30. In a flash, I realised that it must be nearing midnight in US. I started the song “ Tumhen yaad karte karte, Jayegi rain saari, tum le gaye ho apne, sang neend bhi hamari” on music system and accepted the skype video call.

G immediately complimanted me on my dress and asked me to stand a little away from webcam so that she may see my full image. As I moved,  I started a very slow and sensual dance for her. In case, any one has heard this song from the movie “Aamrapali”, it is a very slow song and is not a dance number but the wordings were most appropriate.

As the song progressed, I dropped my palloo and slowly removed my saree. Petticoat also went down and I was only in a bra and panty, doing a strip tease on video call. As G started the countdown of New year, I removed my bra and at the stroke of midnight, removed my panty before her. G kissed her side of the screen and wished me Happy new year. She was clearly aroused and I was wondering as to what shall happen when she is back.

G was back on 5^th jan  and I was waiting for her at the door. In almost 8 years of our marriage, I am wise enough not to wear costly garments when she returns after a gap in our sex life as she tears apart my clothes in excitement but nothing of the sort happened this time. As I bent down to touch her feet, she picked me up, kissed me and asked me to bring some snacks for her. As I came back, she was preparing a glass of her favourite scotch. I was arranging the snacks plates on the table when she asked me to get in to the same dress and perform the same striptease for her.

G was settled in her favourite armchair when I entered the room. She had already fixed the music system and started the same song with the touch of a remote.

It shall be pointless to say that I was not able to complete the dance. My bra and panty were torn apart, I was pushed on the bed and it was one of the hardest fuck in my whole married life.

आज करवाचौथ का निर्जल व्रत है। सुबह से न तो कुछ खाया है और न ही पानी की एक बूँद गले में डाली है।

आज का दिन ही कुछ खास है क्योंकि साधारणतया सुबह दस बजे तक भूख लगने लगती है लेकिन आज नहीं।

G ने office से फोन कर के कहा कि कुछ खा पी लो, ऐसा व्रत मत करो। 
मेरे मना करने पर कहने लगीं कि तुम्हें भूखे प्यासे रहने में क्या मज़ा आ रहा है?

मैंने मन ही मन कहा कि ये समझ ही नहीं सकतीं कि आज के दिन भूखा प्यासा रहने में जो आनंद है वो छप्पन भोगों में भी नहीं।

My Life, My Rules.

My Punishment.

G was recently down with Viral fever. She was all the time irritable and not eating food properly. However, there was no cold and cough which got me suspicious. I had recently read in newspaper that a fever, without cold and cough may also be Malaria, Typhoid or The dreaded Dengue fever.

On my insistence, she reluctantly spoke to one of her doctor friend on telephone who advised her to take Crocin tab only and let the body immunity fight the virus.

On the fourth day of her fever, I got really worried. She was consistently having fever more than 102 F. She was regularly going to the office but not eating anything. In the night, she used to perspire so much that I had to change the bed sheet every day.

That night, my fb friend, Sameer, advised me to contact my father in law as G was not ready to go to the doctor. I called up my father in law that morning after G had left for office. He asked me to get the milk of goat for G and told me that he shall reach Delhi by 2.00 PM.

Getting the Goat’s milk was easier said than done. Even though I knew that the family living in tents just outside our society keeps goats but to go out is a project for me. Changing in to male attire is not very time consuming but removing the bangles, ear tops, nosepin and anklets takes time. Fortunately, the Mehandi that I had applied on my palms on Teej festival had lost colour by now but removing the nail polish took a lot of time. Only a full cd or a married Indian woman can understand the problem in removing Bichuas ( a silver ring worn on toes ). I decided not to remove them to save time and wore shoes and socks over them instead. The shoes were tight fitting as I had not worn them since more than 2 months and played havoc with my toes later but I was able to get the goats milk without lifting the eyebrows of any neighbour. Going and coming back took only 25 minutes but changing in to male attire and later getting back in to my usual saree with makeup took almost 4 hours.

My father in law reached G’s office directly and scolded her in the presence of all her colleagues for not taking proper precautions during the Dengue epidemic in Delhi. He took G to a doctor who prescribed some blood tests. The tests were negative for Dengue and the doctor prescribed some medicines and told her father not to worry. Both of them came home at 5.00 PM. The father in law gave me a customary scolding for not taking good care of his daughter and was off to his village as he had some urgent work at hand.

Now G was in real bad mood. She was mad at me for informing her father especially as the tests had proved that my fears were baseless. All my efforts to tell her that I had did this because of my love and care for her, fell on deaf ears and she announced that she will decide on a suitable punishment tomorrow. Its needless to say that her fever had gone by now. 

I could not sleep that night properly.  “What shall be the punishment” was the question in my mind. My fb friend, Sameer had prophesied that it shall be a strapon but I was afraid for something more. During the 6 years of our marriage, G has never spanked or slapped me but my sleep was full of nightmares.

I cracked the problem early in the morning. I knew that G gets irritable if she does not get sex for few days and this time also, a gap of 5 consecutive days was there due to her fever. I brought the bed tea for her clad in my sexiest bra and panty and told her in a sexy voice to wait as I had forgotten to bring sugar. As I walked out of the room, I ensured the right movements of my hips as if in a catwalk. It shall be pointless to tell my readers that the tea got cold as a fierce lovemaking session ensued. It was repeted after 2 hours as all her anger melted and she actually thanked me later for taking so much trouble for getting goat’s milk and fruits for her.

My ambivalent Feelings

Today I am proud of G.

My stepmother, Mrs.Gupta, called me on phone yesterday. The last time we had talked was about 6 years ago when I had informed her that I was getting married and she has severed all contact with me and had refused to attend my wedding.

It so happens that my step brother wants to start a new business and sell our ancestral home for funds. The potential buyers, after checking all documents had decided that I hold an equal share in that property and my signatures were necessary for sale. With the advent of time, that property is now worth 120 million Rs. (about 2 million US dollars).

I told her that I cannot sign any papers without the permission of G and I shall talk to her after she returns from office. All the bitter memories of my pre marriage days flashed before my eyes and I severed the connection quickly.

So, last night, during our post coital session, snuggling in the arms of G, I told her about the phone call. “They have been so cruel to me, now is the time for payback. I have an equal share in this property and we shall demand half the money” I said.

“No darling” said G as she started fondling my breasts, “ I had promised her that you shall forfeit all your inheritance before our marriage. A promise is a promise.”

“But she is a wicked soul” I protested. “I know sweetie pie” G winked at me “but I am indebted to her. Had she not been so wicked, you would not have been lying naked in my bed today.”

As I tried to cover my face with my hands in shame, the conversation ended with a deep kiss on my lips and gave me a food for thought. G had just refused a sum of 1 million dollars to keep her promise. Her honor in my eyes has increased many folds even though I am not at all happy with her decision.

I must remember that now I am the property of my wife and actually she is the owner of that piece of land with the right to do whatever she wants.