Beginning of a long journey

The piercing of my nath was never treated as a simple cosmetic procedure. In Arjun’s family, it was a deeply erotic, spiritual, and permanent ritual that marked the final surrender of my masculinity. It was performed multiple times — the initial piercing, then several “blessing” and “deepening” ceremonies as my transformation progressed.
The First Piercing – The Night of Surrender

On the very first night I was brought home, after being shaved smooth and dressed in the heavy red-and-gold Kanjeevaram bridal saree, the family gathered in the bedroom for the Initiation Nath Ritual.
Meena, as the eldest woman, took charge. She had prepared a silver tray with traditional items:
• A thick 22-carat gold nath ring studded with a central ruby
• A long dangling chain with pearls, smaller rubies, and tiny golden bells
• Fresh jasmine flowers, turmeric paste, kumkum, and sandalwood oil
• A sterilized silver needle blessed with incense
I was made to sit on a low wooden stool in front of the family altar, wearing only the saree blouse and petticoat. My massive, estrogen-tender DD-cup breasts heaved with nervous excitement, nipples visibly hard against the tight fabric. Priya and Anika held my hands gently while Arjun stood behind me, his hands resting possessively on my shoulders.
Meena chanted softly in Tamil — traditional mantras invoking Parvati and Kamakshi, turning me into a “second wife” of the household. She applied turmeric paste around my left nostril, cooling the skin, then warmed the area with her breath. The exotic scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled the room.
“From this moment, you are no longer Raj,” Meena whispered. “You are Rani. This nath will bind you to us forever.”
She held my face firmly with one hand. With the other, she pushed the thick, curved needle through the soft flesh of my left nostril in one smooth, deliberate motion. The sharp pain made me gasp loudly — almost a feminine cry — as tears welled in my kohl-lined eyes. My cock, hidden under layers of silk, throbbed into a full, aching erection from the mix of pain and submission. The tiny bells on the chain jingled as Meena immediately replaced the needle with the heavy gold nath.
The weight was immediate and intoxicating. The long chain swayed across my cheek and brushed my lips with every breath. Meena kissed the fresh piercing tenderly, then Arjun, then each of the women. Blood mixed with kumkum was applied as a blessing.
That same night, while my nostril still throbbed, they celebrated:
• I was bent over and fucked by Arjun while the new nath chain swung wildly
• I bred Meena for the first time with my painfully hard cock, the fresh piercing brushing against her skin with every thrust
Weekly Re-Blessing & Deepening Rituals

Every Friday, before the main breeding ritual, a shorter Nath Blessing Ceremony was performed:
1. The nath was carefully removed and cleaned in rose water and milk.
2. My nostril was massaged with warm oil to keep it supple and sensitive.
3. A new, sometimes heavier nath was inserted — each week slightly larger or with more elaborate chains.
4. All family members (including pregnant Lakshmi later) took turns kissing and gently tugging the chain, reinforcing my submission.
5. I was required to keep a constant erection during the entire ritual. If I softened, Priya or Anika would stroke me back to full hardness.