Beginning of a long journey

When all four women (Priya, Meena, Anika, and Lakshmi) were confirmed pregnant, a grand Fertility Nath Ritual was held.
They used a specially made, much more ornate nath — thicker gold, larger ruby, and a longer chain that reached my left breast. During the ceremony, I was completely naked except for the bridal jewelry. While Meena performed the piercing upgrade (re-piercing slightly lower for the heavier piece), Arjun fucked me slowly from behind. Every thrust pushed my face forward, making the needle move. The pain blended with prostate pleasure until I came hands-free, spraying across the floor while the new, heavier nath was locked into place.
The women then took turns riding my still-hard cock, each rubbing their growing pregnant bellies against my massive breasts while tugging on the new nath chain.
Public Nath Rituals

When I began traveling publicly as Rani, special rules applied:
• The nath could never be removed in public.
• At airports and hotels, I was trained to unconsciously touch and adjust the chain — a feminine gesture that drew even more attention to my face and cleavage.
• Some clients (especially Raghav Menon) paid extra to perform their own private “blessing” on the nath — licking it, tugging it gently while fucking me, or making me wear extra chains connected to nipple clamps.

The nath piercing became the single most powerful symbol of my new life. The constant weight, the sensual sway against my cheek, the soft tinkling of bells, and the way it marked me visibly as a traditional Indian bride — owned, feminized, and erotic — never failed to keep my cock hard under my sarees during both family rituals and escort assignments.
Every time the chain brushed my lips or a client/client’s wife tugged on it, I was reminded of that first sharp, delicious pain… and how completely I now belonged to this life.