These are my past events, now I am standing in front of you, I am begging her (Anand) not to leave me and go away. She listens to all my past stories and tells me, it is a sin to see you, but I will think about my decision and tell you, now wear your clothes and return to the hall as a woman and leave. I fell at her feet once again and sent her on my way. Then they left. After leaving me for a few days, she agreed to marry me. I could not bear the happiness, thinking that I was going to get the life I wanted.
Before leaving, Anandhi was getting the details of Vinitha and Vasudha. Then Anandhi found both of them. Vinitha, as a lioness in the office, is playing the role of a lioness and is playing the role of a lioness to her two bosses (father, the big boss, son, the small boss). Vasuda is working as an SI in the police department as she wanted, and she has a senior constable who has tamed a bully bull and turned him into a dog and has a potachi husband working under her. They all came to my wedding.
I recognized Vasuda, Vinita, and their mothers who had also come. But I did not recognize the young women who had also come. Only later did I realize that they were none other than their potachi husbands. Those two potachi husbands had decorated me - as a bride. Our ambla pondattings are laughing and enjoying it. I am ashamed. I must have had a hard time controlling the throbbing of my pussy inside the pantyhose, that was a special pleasure.
She and I got married. I was in the house wearing a silk saree, and she tied a thali around my neck with her dhoti shirt. Our role reversal is known to very few people, only to those who understand us well. Others do not know that I am Ambili, she is Bombli. From the looks of it, both of us are a normal couple like everyone else - she is Ambili, I am Bombli. That is how many people in the wedding hall must have thought of me.
For the first night, those two potachi men again decorated me well and welcomed me. I also fell at the feet of Vasuda and Vinita and took their blessings.
On the first night, I put my Ambili on my lap and fell at Anandhi's feet like an amman. She made me lick her pussy for hours and suck her milk and drink it. It was very good to kneel at her feet like an amman and lick her pussy. She made me lie down and climb on top and peel the coconut well.
The next morning after the first night, on the orders of Anandhi, in front of my old mistresses, Vinita and Vasuda, everyone (mainly me) dressed up as Amblai in a dhoti shirt, then as Bombilai, and finally, with my penis throbbing, I fell at the feet of Ammanakundi Amblai and sought blessings.
Seeing that, Vinita and Vasuda's husbands also did the same as me, on the orders of their respective brides. Now, the three Amblai, falling at the feet of their respective young brides, as if they had accomplished some great feat - and it was our brides who had accomplished the feat. Our brides, mother, aunt and in-laws, and many other women were laughing at all this.
Throughout that day, we three Amblai, Motta Kundiya, Ammanakundi, and the women there were serving our virgins with our penis throbbing. We fall down and bow down at everyone's feet. They made us do whatever they wanted. I was already an amman in front of those three little girls, but that day in front of other beautiful aunts, my cock was throbbing well. It's really a shame to see the other two. Those who had only been an amman in front of their grandmother, now stand like perfect ammans in front of two more little girls and in front of the breasts of a slightly older but beautiful aunt, they feel very shy and come to the temple with a kind of embarrassment, wondering when their cock will start throbbing and vomit. It was very funny to watch for the women there. They looked at us mockingly, laughed, humiliated and enjoyed it.
Finally, that evening, they dressed our three ammans in saris, decorated them with flowers, made them look good, transformed them into handsome potachi men and took them to the temple. There, in a public place, we, the men of Pottachi, fell at the feet of Ambala Pondati and received blessings. The other women, mothers-in-law, mothers and uncles all laughed with their mouths closed. Apart from their Pondati, we also took turns at the feet of other women. We fell. They took photos and videos of everything that happened that day and shared them with each other. Our struggle became very difficult..
After this, the three of us, except for when we went to work, became full-time potachi men and women. We were not allowed to wear clothes inside the house. When we went out, we would wear saris and come as pompilai. Our in-laws and uncles would also make us slaves to Ammana Kundi. They would lick us well and have fun. Then they would climb up and take us, and we would also get a good fuck. We would all gather as a group. Then we would talk and laugh about all those stories. We would squeeze their legs and get them, Ammana would kneel down and get them, touch their legs and bow down and get them. They would take turns and do the math. Sometimes, all three of us would get stuck with a girl and we would struggle to get her. Others would watch and admire her. They would make fun of her. They would laugh. We would feel ashamed and embarrassed, and we would lie at her feet with our heads bowed.
We didn't know why we did everything our old ladies told us to do. After all, all the old ladies were much younger than us. It was surprising to us that we, being older boys, obeyed the old ladies' orders in everything. When we thought about it later, it was like a little girl like a virgin, a bald man. It is only when a man gives up everything and becomes a slave and serves a woman that his penis throbs, and he feels like a man. The innate benefit of being born a man is when he is a virgin in front of a little girl younger than him. A woman's happiness is a man's happiness. A woman transforms a dead chick into a perfect chick, lets its chick thrash, and then subdues that chick, that chick, and rules it. She is most happy in subduing a perfect chick. He also lies at her feet as a slave to the woman who subdues him. That is the real happiness for both of them.
This is what happens in every home after marriage. A man marries a woman younger than him and then lives as a slave at her feet for the rest of his life. Younger women subdue and rule older men. This is the real truth.
All the bravery of men ends in losing to a woman younger than him, who becomes his wife, and falling at her feet. Women always laugh when they see a big cock throbbing with a cock, she imprisons that cock in her pussy, makes it cry, defeats it, and makes it come out hanging. He also tries to conquer her all his life by suppressing all his pride, but every time he loses, and women laugh and enjoy it.
Even now, in places like our office, we still roam around like lions. But once we come inside the house, we walk like mice. That's what they like very much. We put our cocks, which are about eight inches long, in a tight spot, and satisfy them like perfect cocks in bed. They also enjoy all that, and then they control us like that.
In this life that goes on like that, Anandhi treats me very kindly. My Potachi Purushan life is going well now with my beloved Amblai Pondati. I am Raji, she is Anand.
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