It was our honeymoon. We had recently gotten married the Indian traditional way. After the exchange of biodata through intermediaries, my-future-husbands' family had agreed to meet us.

Well, to call him my husband stretches the imagination. Maybe, my would-be-partner-slash-bitch is a more apt description.

But I digress. Their family had come to meet us amd I got my first real good look at him. Sure, we had been shown photos of each other. But, you know what they say, photos show us at our best.

I had liked the what I had seen in the photo. A smooth faced person with a good, apparently strong build. The only thing off putting was the hair. It was long, but I couldn't tell how long. In the photo it was in a bun. I admit that the photo looked a lot kawaii. Like a lota lot. I had hoped that there would be something much better and stronger in between those legs.

I was hungry. I had never had sex, keeping true to our traditions. But i had heard a lot of stories from other girls. It had sounded so wild. I had painted a lot of fantasies in my mind, leading up to this moment.

Honestly, it was the kawaii look that did it for me. I had shown the picture around to my girls and they had squealed with delight amd swooned all over, it was that good looking.

On the day of the meeting, I had again been smitten with those looks. The fantasies that twirled through my mind had been intense, but I pushed them aside and sat with my parents.

He looked at me and blushed, looking away smiling. It was soo endearing. I was in high heaven. He was not only good looking but also a sensitive. It felt good.

After the meeting, I immediately said yes and we also got affirmation from their side. The marriage was a typical Hindu ceremony, involving long rituals spread over days. It was exhausting.

Soon, the marriage was over and we were headed to the relaxing beaches. I very much wanted this to be a success. I packed my outfits accordingly. Elegant and classy for outdoors and slutty for night time. I had even packed some condoms my firends had given me.

It was the first night of our marriage that I sensed something amiss. I sat ready as can be on our bed. I waited hours, he was late. My god, talk about frustration. But, I had thought that maybe he is trying to build up tension in me. It was good, I would get a beautiful release.

But, no. He came in late and looked at me and was going straight to bed. I had to stop him amd pull him by his hand to my bed. Talk about talking the initiative.

Thinking, maybe he was nervous, I pulled him in close and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Just a quick peck. And looked at him, trying to make him understand that my need. I was giving him permission.

He sighed and with obvious reluctance kissed me back. Not a deep romantic kiss, but not a quick one either. After breaking away, I looked at him and smiled. Then put my hands on his trousers to undress him. I wanted the goodies.

But he suddenly became nervous and shoved my hands away. He raised a finger to me, indicating he needed a moment. He went to the bathroom and came back a few seconds later, dressed in nothing but a loin cloth.

What the hell?! I had thought. Was he embarrassed on me seeing his cock? I had become his wife, for crying out loud. I had expected him to undress me and play a little. But no matter. Maybe this will work.

I gave him one of the condoms, he kissed me once more and asked me to turn around. Ah, modesty, I had thought. I turned around and waited patiently. Apparently, we were going to do it in what my friends had said was doggystyle.

As I removed my top and waited, I felt him lift up my skirt and a sudden warmth against my genitals. I shivered in anticipation. The build up of fantasies had been taking place for months. I was expecting a solid wood stuffing. But something weird happened.

He entered me but not fully. I felt like he was holding back. I tried to push against him, to take in more of him. But try as I might, I felt him only just inside my nether lips.

Then came the thrusts and I knew, something had gone wrong. I looked over my shoulders, but he was covered with the loin cloth. I couldn't see his cock. I couldn't see what he was doing.

Letting out a moan of frustration, I turned around and reached for his loin cloth. His reaction to was to step back violently, out of reach. I tried to reach him again, but he kept walking and hit the wall. He looked panic.

I wondered what was he so paniced about. I reached him in two large bounds and closed in on him. He had completely frozen. I gently removed his loin cloth. He immediately covered himself but I took his hands and firmly removed them.

And let out a laugh. Seriously, that was my first reaction. I left his hands and continued laughing in mirth at what I had seen. Then I turned around and took my mobile out and clicked a quick picture.

The click shocked him into motion and he tried to snatch my mobile away, but I was quicker and locked it. Now, he couldn't unlock it. He was scared now. I couldn't control myself and let out a laugh again, looking between his legs. That froze him. He covered himself and twisted his legs together. But I had seen it, it would forever be in my memory. His cock at full erection was two inch in length and half a inch in thickness.

After a while of mirthfulness, I was hit with the truth. He would never be able to satisfy me. It was so frustrating after the months of build up. I got angry now. This was the worst. My friends were going to ask me tomorrow. What was I going to say? That I had sex with a tiny-tot?

I sighed, it would be humiliating. Not only to him, but to me as well. If this ever got out .... . Well, if I was humiliated, he was going to be a laughing stock. An idea started germinating in my mind. Sure, it would be humiliating to me, but he didn't know that. Maybe, this will work ..., I thought.

He was looking down in shame, still twisting his knees together and covering with his hands. Looked sooo cute and worked in my plans. I snatched my mobile again and began clicking more pictures of him in that pose at different angle.

He found his voice, "What are you doing?!"

"Isn't it obvious shorty? I am taking pics"

"Why?", he was dumbfounded.

"So I can show them to my firends", I said drawing the moment out, knowing what would happen next.

He fell on his knees in front of me and started begging, "No! Don't do that!!"

I said, "Okay, but you will have to do whatever I say, otherwise ..." I left the threat hanging.

He whined, "Okay, whatever you want, but delete the pics"

I nodded and indicated for him to come forward. He began to rise, but I put a hand on his head and pushed him down, "Ah, ah, ha. Not so soon. On your knees"

So he crab walked on his knees to me. I looked at him, taking in the kawaii look. He hair was in a bun amd his face was smooth. I roamed my hands on his cheeks. No not shaven, smooth, hairless. He had no beard. WTF?! I looked at his hair again. Come to think of it, I had not seen the length of his hair.

I dropped my panties and all my clothes. He took in my beauty, drinking it in. I reached and caressed my nipples looking him straight in the eyes. He opened his mouth and panted like a dog. He was erect agian, but it wouldn't make much difference.

I stroked his cheek. It was so smooth. And rubbed my fingers on his lips. With the other I continued playing with my boibs and nipples. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. This was what I had been waiting for.

I reached behind his head, grabbed his bun in my fist. It felt so thick. Then I lowered myself onto his face, amd told him, "You know what to do. Lick!". It was more of a order.

He started licking me. Then he touched himself, and began stroking his cock. Holding his head by the bun, I pushed his face deeper against me. His nose was buried in my pubes and his mouth sucking and licking my lips, clit and the hole.

Slowly, I began moving his head in a wiping motion. I said, "Stick your tongue out. Don't do anything else". He complied. Still holding his bun, I slowly and gently moved his head over me, like using a loofah.

He aas still stroking when he grunted against me, still buried in my pubes. I looked down. Sure enough, he had finished. So soon? Damn, I wasn't even beginning.

I pushed his face faster and told him, "Play with my nipples" I was still clutching his bun, when he reached and stroked and pinched my nipples. It sent a current down in my clit. Ahhhh, it was delicious.

Now, I removed his head and let go of his bun. He let go of my nipples, but I slapped his hands, saying, "No stopping until I tell you to"

He again played with my nipples. I stroked and petted his head as a reward. He seemed to like it. He leaned into my touch. I held his face for a moment. His bun was coming undone. With one last final flick of my wrist, I let his bun drop amd was shocked and amazed at how long his hair was. It reached till his mid back. I guess, for me it would be bra length.

He still stroked my nipples and the pressure was building. Looking into his eyes, I put one finger inside me and began finger fucking myself. I used the other hand to stroke his hair. It was well maintained and cut into front layers.

I increased my speed and added more fingers. I reached into me, until the longest finger barely touched my spot. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. All the while he played with my nipples.

Taking my hand from his hair, with the other still inside me, I rubbed my clit. All the sensations were delicious. His touch on my nipples sent currents through my clit and increased the pressure on my spot.

Father and faster, I finger fucked myself. The pressure built and built. I began squirming and still the pressure built. Finally, I let out a breath and rolled my eyes as the pressure released in waves All over my body. I shivered and shook in the after glow.

Well, that was what the big deal was. Amazing. But the night was far from over. I had wicked plans for my bitch, as he would soon be known as.

I calmed and he noticed, taking his hands of my nipples. I put my fingers in his mouth and watched him lick them clean. Then I twisted his hair around my fist, and guided, or rather pulled his head on me. "Clean!", I ordered. This was much more fun, than I had anticipated. But I wasn't done, not by a long shot.

After getting a thorough cleaning service, I dressed myself. He was putting on his undies, when I said, "Look at me"

He looked and I took my mobile in my hands. The look of uncertainty and panic on his face was fun. In full view of him, I opened my gallery and restored all his photos. Then I opened the various cloud apps and uploaded those photos to all my cloud accounts.

He almost shit. "What? You-you promised!", he said, barely in a wishper.

I gave him an evil smil, "And you believed me. Your fault. Now, the photos are on the cloud and no one can get rid of them. Know what it means?"

He just looked at me crestfallen and the situation began dawning on him.

"This is for life, bitch. That's right. From this moment you are my bitch", I said, savoring the defeated look on his face.

"What?", he repeated dumbly.

Well, it was too much to expect that he will understand until I told him. So, I did. I explained, "It means you are me errand boy. Gofer. But I much prefer calling you my bitch. You will have to do what I say, when I say. No questions, no whining. Or else, those photos go to all your friends" Well, I wouldn't do that. Not to him. But he didn't know that. He was my ... husband... after all. Well, more like my bitch now.

He looked crestfallen and said nothing, accepting the situation for the time being.

"Now, tell me the truth", I ordered. "What's wrong with you? I mean, you have no beard, and that-that thing between your legs barely qualifies as a cock"

He was shocked, but I shock his shoulders, "Remeber the situation. Talk, or else!", I gave him my most stern look.

He looked down and replied, "It's genetic. I don't grow a beard and I have always been small down there"

I was furious, "Your folks didn't say anything when we met. You are not infertile, are you?"

He looked away without answering.

Damn. I raged at him, "Why?! You didn't have to lie. Now I am stuck. Well, guess what, you are stuck now too. Come here, bitch"

He was taken a back, but remembering the photos, he came. I pulled him to the bed and ordered, "Close your eyes" He did.

I rumaged around in ny stuff and found my straightener. I took out tweezers and a tube of red lipstick as well. This was going to be sweet, sweet revenge for what these people did to me. They lied about his condition, the entire marriage is based on a lie, I thought.

I climbed on the bed and began working on straightening his hair after plugging the device in. He still closed his eyes. Good.

After about 20 minutes, i was done with his hair. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. His hair was thick. The front layers fsamsd his cute face. I picked up my tweezers and approached his face.

Holding his chin lightly in one hand, I worked on his brows. Removing the excess hair, I gave him a distinctly feminine shape, but not too thin. It went perfectly with his hair. I could see that he knew what I had done to his eyebrows, but not the extent to which I had shaped them.

Maybe he was thinking that I had cleaned them a little. Heh, as if.

I said, "Come darling, walk with me to the mirror and look". We walked over to the vanity and he looked. He mouth was hanging open in shock. Looked like he liked what he saw.

Quickly, I put some red lipstick on his lips. He was so enamored, he didn't say anything. Just stated at his reflection.

Taking my mobile again, I clicked a few more pictures of his face at different angles. He didn't even protest now. Quickly, I uploaded the new pics to cloud.

I said, "Like what you see darling?"

He just looked at me with wonder in his eyes. The shaped brows and straightened hair gave him a feminine look, but the lipstick was the coup.

Ohhh yeah, he liked it alright. "Bitch, answer me!", I told him.

"Yes", he said.

This was all turning me on again. I quickly applied some lipstick myself and hugged him, reaching his hair and began playing with it. I kissed him. French this time. Then I climbed on him. Hooked my feet on his waist and hung by his neck.

I continued the tongue kissing. I stroked his hair all the while. Then letting him go, I again ordered him on his knees.

He looked up at me in anticipation. But this time, I took one of my dupattas and wrapped and tied his wrists behind.

Moving so he could see, I clicked some more pictures of him all trussed up. Then putting my mobile away, I lowered myself again to his mouth. Holding his head with both hands I pushed him against my pubes.

Grating, twisting, rubbing, that night went on and on and on. I came at least twice more that night, before I was exhausted.

Finally, I released his face. It was a mess by now. His lipstick was smeared. All my juices were on his face, some in his hair. I admired my handiwork for a while and revelled in the after glow.

Then Taking my mobile, I again clicked more pictures of him covered in the smeared lipstick. His hair standing every which way, some of it wet. His face a shiny mask, from all my juices.

After uploading them to cloud, I released him.

"Come on, let's sleep now", I said. The dynamics of our marriage had just changed, I thought as I an laid down. I was the man now, figuratively speaking. He was ... what? Well, he wasn't my husband, that's for sure. Not anymore. My pet, my possession. To do with as I pleased. If I said jump, he should be asking me how high.