this is the concluding part of this series. hope you all like them :)
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love,
Gauri Narayanan
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The clock in the wall struck four times. I had just then
completed giving the final touches to the nail paint on my toes and smiled at
my handiwork. It was high time that I started getting ready and wait for Gauri.
I went to bathe and then after half an hour came out wearing the towel over my
chest and my hair in a tight bun under the cap. Opening the wardrobe, I chose
to wear satin lingerie and a pink Patiala suit for the evening. Once I had worn
the lingerie and set the breast-forms to look natural, I wore the clothes and
then started applying make-up.
A year had passed since I signed my life away and became
Gauri’s property. At first it had seemed like my life was doomed and that
living had lost its worth. I had even attempted suicide not having been able to
withstand torture at her hands, and had been saved by a furious Gauri, who then
proceeded to give me the worst punishment till date. But gradually, as I gave
in to her demands more and more, I started losing the will to even resist and
by the time, I had been her slave for a couple of months, I began to enjoy
being what Gauri had turned me into.
During this whole time, she kept me isolated from the whole
world. In fact, even when I had failed at my suicide attempt, I was not rushed
to a hospital and was brought back to health by her at home. She didn’t trust
me with that and I couldn’t do anything. If I even stepped out of the house
without her permission, I would get inflicted with pain. Anyways, life slowly
took a turn when I started to enjoy these house chores. I learnt to cook well
and then once I had perfected it, I started trying out new dishes to please
Gauri.
Gauri never used to appreciate me and that actually became a
motivation for me. To somehow get her to appreciate me for my hard work, became
my dream and I strived to do it every waking hour of my life from then onwards.
I would always keep the house clean, wash the dishes, indulge in cooking new
dishes and then when finally everything was done, I would go and tend to Gauri
and make her feel comfortable.
My days started at 5 in the morning, when I had to collect
the milk from the doorstep and then start preparing breakfast and lunch. I
would wake up Gauri with coffee at 7 and then she would drag me to the bathroom
where she would urinate in my mouth and then make me drink it all. Then she
would take a dump while I massage her hair with oil and then we both would take
a bath in the bath tub, where she would make me lick her pussy and suckle her
breasts till she orgasmed and then would let me scrub her and soap her up and
then soap me up and harass me sexually and then we would rinse it off and go to
get dressed. During working days she usually wore either a saree or an office
suit. She would take my help in dressing up and making her face up and then she
would dress me up, depending on her mood and then watch me practice my make-up
skills on myself. Then while she read the newspaper, I would feed her breakfast
and then pack her lunch and send her off to the office and then eat my
breakfast.
I was ordered by her to eat only two meals a day and nothing
in between, so as to reduce weight to a level that she found acceptable. At
first, it used to be very difficult, but as time went by, my body adjusted and
I started losing weight and size. I was also instructed to take a few tablets
daily, and over a period of three months, I noticed that hair growth became
sparse, hunger reduced and I even lost my beloved biceps and abs and became
rather weak of frame. That was when she told me to stop taking those pills. My
hair had also started growing below my neck and she ordered me to learn how to
take care of it and maintain it and grow it till she liked.
And yes, coming back to my daily routine, I used to finish
washing clothes, doing the ironing, cleaning the kitchen and other rooms and
then if I had time to spare, spending time on the internet, trying to learn
stuff such as knitting, stitching, international cuisines, make-up techniques,
etc., and then practicing them. And then by four, I would start preparing
dinner and getting myself ready for her arrival. She usually came back at 6 and
I would welcome her with a smile and wait for her to inspect me in my evening
wear. Gauri would then attack my lips for some time and when she got sated she
would plop down on the sofa. I would then give her the evening coffee and then
respond to her needs.
Then dinner would be served at 8 and again she would make me
feed her, while she busied herself with something or the other. After eating
dinner myself, I would clean up the kitchen and then if she felt like it, I
would be given punishments for no apparent reason, and then she would ask me to
lick her pussy and then when that was done, I would be ordered to go and sleep
in my room.
The weekends were almost the same, except that there was
more sex and less work. She would ask me to make a list of stuff that needed to
be bought and then go grocery shopping on Saturdays. Apart from that she never
felt the need to go out or let me out.
And then, a few months later, my dream came true. I had
prepared a scrumptious meal for dinner and for the first time, she smiled at me
and told me that the food was good. Hearing that, I became so happy and there
were tears of joy in my eyes. Seeing that, she asked what happened, and when I
told about it, she hugged me and told me that I finally seemed to have learned
my lesson and that she was happy with what I had become. That night, for the
first time, my penis was let out of chastity, after ten whole months, and I was
allowed to please myself in the toilet while she watched. But try as I might, I
couldn’t make it get aroused and finally frustrated, I cried of having lost my
manhood entirely. Then Gauri came to me and started groping me and dominating
me in ways that made me surrender, and then, to my surprise, I got aroused and
ejaculated. She laughed and told me that I definitely had changed beyond
recognition. This whole thing was making her more and more happy for some
unknown reason. Then I was locked up in chastity again and ordered to please
her.
But this time, I noticed something different in the way she
handled me. Usually she would be very aloof and order me around but tonight, it
looked almost as if she cared for me and she went slightly soft on me.
After that night, things started changing fast in our
household. I started looking after the house with more fervor and worked day
and night to keep Gauri happy always. And I soon realized that I had fallen in
love with my captor and that I wanted to be hers all my life. Even if it meant
that I never meet another soul ever and remained captive in this house forever.
My attitude changed and I started cooking with love more so than with skills
and that reflected in the taste. Gauri started appreciating me for what I did
and even started bringing gifts for me. She had also started treating me as a
woman rather than as a slave maid and started sharing memories from her past
and we started having merry moments.
And then yesterday, out of the blue, she had told me that
she felt it was time, that I met the world once again and that we were going
out for dinner today. She had not told anything else, except that she wanted me
to look my best and had asked me to wear anything I pleased from her wardrobe.
And so, after having worn it, I sat in the dresser looking at the mirror,
slowly brushed out my long hair, parting it into three bunches so that they can
be braided. I then made a French braid and then added clips to finish it up.
Then, at six, the car pulled up and Gauri came in and smiled
at me and took me in her arms and kissed me lovingly, saying that I was looking
gorgeous. Something in me flipped and I told her that I loved her.
“Later darling, later. Now I have to get ready and we have
an appointment to keep” she smiled and hurried into the bathroom. I was hurt
that she didn’t respond to my professing love to her but at the same time was
surprised to be called as darling by her for the first time. With my mind, as
confused as ever, I entered the bath and got her washed up and then we went to
the bedroom where she dressed herself up in jeans and blouse and let her hair
loose and wore six inch heels and no make-up. I had never seen her dress up
this way and was standing there with my mouth open when she smacked my ass and
then grabbed my arm and led me to the car.
It was the first time I had stepped out of the compound and
I was nervous about my appearance. Although I knew that unless someone looked
under my panties I would not be caught, I still felt queasy. Gauri drove the
car through the traffic and I noticed that she was deliberately going slowly,
so that she could feel up my thighs and steel kisses at me. I got too
distracted by her antics and didn’t realize where we were going to, till she
pulled up the car and asked me to get down.
It was my house. I was stunned and pleaded with Gauri to
take me back home and that I didn’t want to go into my house. She just dragged
me inside, paying no heed whatsoever to my cries. Having lost all my strength
and will to resist, I finally accepted defeat and walked up the stairs with my
head bent low and face burning red.
“Chill Swathi, they don’t know it is you. I just told them
that I have a matter of importance to discuss and that I would be bringing a
girlfriend to dinner. And since your sister works for me now, she thinks it is
a formal dinner. Plus I never told them what I have done with you. So it is
going to be a surprise for them when I do tell them about you over dinner. Just
keep your calm till then.” Saying this, she rang the bell.
My sister Smitha, dressed in a salwar rather formally,
opened the door and welcomed us both in. Not wanting to be identified as to who
I am, before Gauri actually told them, I decided to play along and spoke
casually and in a feminine voice that I had practiced and perfected in the last
few months. My mother then came out from the kitchen and served tea for both of
us and told us to get cozy, as dinner would be ready in some time. Gauri
introduced me as her friend from college who had come for a visit and then
started talking about work with my sister, while I sipped the tea and observed
the house. A lot seemed to have changed in the past one year and by the looks
of it, my sister was doing really well at the job and was filling the house
with costly and elegant stuff. And then we were called to dinner.
The table was set and all four of us started eating when all
of a sudden Gauri started talking about me.
“You know Smitha, I have been meaning to ask. You have
worked under me for a year now and yet you never ask about what happened to
your brother after he tried to assault me at my house.”
“Actually Gauri, we do want to know what happened to him,
but Smitha here, isn’t fond of her big brother and his chauvinistic attitude.
So she avoids talking about him even with me. I have asked her so many times to
ask you of his whereabouts. When you came here about a year ago and told me
that you had gotten a written confession from him and that you had decided to
send him off to some unknown place till he learnt his lesson and then bring him
back, I got worried. But I knew that you could be trusted to keep your word, so
I kept my silence. But Smitha never bothered to pass my messages to you.” Said
my mother while looking genuinely concerned.
“Well your son didn’t exactly treat me as a human being. Nor
did he ever listen to anything that I had got to say. If there is anything that
I actually remember about him, it is the force with which he beat me up and
swore at me for his own blind reasons. As far as I am concerned I want nothing
to do with such a person and even though I love him for being my big brother, I
hate him for being a beast. Ma’am, when you told me you were going to make him
learn a lesson, I thought you were sending him off to a jail. And even though I
do want to see my brother again and as a changed man, I am not sure it is ever
going to be possible. Especially considering that he is such a misogynist and a
chauvinistic pig.”
Hearing all this, I had started crying and silently swept
away my tears. I wanted to beg forgiveness from both of them for what I had
done to them, but I controlled myself and kept mum, waiting for Gauri to
respond.
“Aunty, your son has changed and completely become a
different person. And he has learnt his lesson and I had actually come here
today to discuss his future with you. And Smitha, you will be surprised to know
that the male ego is so fickle and with some manipulation and deviousness it
can be brought under control and that is exactly what I have done with your
brother. Right now, if he was here, I am sure that he would be begging
forgiveness from both of you and wanting to be accepted back into your family
and striving to be a better brother to you.”
“The main purpose of my visit today is something else
altogether. Aunty, with your permission I would like to marry your son, as I
have fallen in love with him and would like to be with him for the rest of my
life.” Gauri’s words were followed by a pin drop silence in the room and I
looked at her with love and gratitude and with joyful tears in my eyes. She
held my hand under the table and looked at my mother expectantly. On the other
side of the table, my sister was looking like the cat had got her tongue and my
mom looked like she had not heard it correctly.
“Wh-whaaat?” was the only word that my mother could manage.
“Since you seem to be shocked with my request, I think I
will ask your son himself about this” saying this, she stood from her chair,
walked to my side, got down on one knee, and opened a box, revealing a
beautiful diamond ring set in platinum.
“Swathi, I love you. I want you to be my partner for the
rest of my life. I cannot think of anyone who I love and care for more than
you. Will you marry me and be my wife?”
I shouted yes and flew into her arms and kissed her all over
the face, not knowing how better to show my love to her. Gauri then placed the
ring on my finger and then went back to her place and started eating the food
and asked me to explain everything to my dumbfounded mother and sister.
By the end of the happiest night of my life, I had gained
back the love of my family and was well into making one of my own. I started
visiting my mother often and almost every single night, Gauri would take me out
for the cinemas or a dinner or the circus or anything else that caught her
whims. Gauri proceeded to remove the chastity permanently and we started making
love, in different ways which was beautiful.
One thing remained and always would remain the same though.
I was her wife in every sense and I was to take care of the house and submit to
her desires and needs at all the times. And even though she gave me all the
freedom I wanted and even started treating me as an equal in household
decisions, I chose to just let her make all the decisions, as I felt it was not
my place to meddle with the thoughts of the breadwinner’s.
There was however one thing that I was very adamant about. I
wanted to become a complete woman before we got married. I felt that every that
happened till now was meant to be, and that my life now was that of a wife’s
and that I never was meant to be a male in the first place. Gauri listened to
what I had to say and then told me that she indeed wanted me to be a female but
didn’t want to force to become one and hence had not spoken about it till date,
and that she was happy that I wanted to become a woman as she was a lesbian and
would never have perform me as a man in bed if I had decided to stay as one.
And thus started the transitioning and everything that came
with hormonal therapy. My sister had accepted me and began to refer to me as a
woman and as her elder sis at all times. Gauri would often take both of us out
to shopping and girls night out. It took almost one and a half years for my
psychologist to finally clear me for Sexual Reassignment Surgery and now here I
am being wheeled into surgery with the love of my life walking beside me,
showering me with words of love and assurances about the surgery. As the anesthesia
hits my head, the last thought that pops into my mind is that of my upcoming
marriage when I would be married off as the bride to my darling Gauri and the
future that we are about to embark upon as a happily married couple.
THE END
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