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The phone rang four times.

Hello can I speak to Igrid please.

This is Ingrid, a well modulated sexy voice replied.

Ingrid, you have a bridal gown advertised in the newspaper, can you tell me
something about it.

Yes, its very beautiful; The top is satin and quite tight to mould to your
figure. The sleeves are very puffy at the top and can be worn on or off the
shoulder. They have a little ruffle tied with ribbon that hangs down. I wore
the gown with tight elbow length gloves, cut away at the fingers and
trimmed with lace.

How about the skirt, He asked consulting his notes. Is it full? Can it be worn
with a crinoline or hoop?

Yes in fact I have both.

Why would you need both ?

Well, the hoop makes the skirt full at the bottom and the crinoline makes the
skirt full from the waist. the combined effect is very nice. Both the crinoline
and hoop have ruffled hems that peep out from under the skirt. It look just
super when you walk.

How about a veil?

Yes, its very pretty. A wreath of flowers with ribbons sits on top of your
head. sprays of lace edged tulle fall down your back with a blusher over
your face.

The gown sounds wonderful He said, trying to keep the nervousness out of
his voice.

Oh it is she responded enthusiastically. I had it custom made for me. I should
mention it has a detachable train.

What do you mean detachable.

Well for the formal part of the ceremony a cathedral length train of satin with
gorgeous bows and ribbon edging attaches to the back of the dress. The
point on your waist where it attaches is hidden by a big satin bow. Later
when you want to dance you take off the train and you have a standard ball-
gown.

The gown sounds wonderful, just what I'm looking for.

Oh, are you looking for yourself?

Yes, is that a problem for you?

Oh no, she said reassuringly, I 'm just wondering about sizes, if it would fit
you. It is a woman's size 12.

I'm told that I will need a size 12. I'm 5'10" 160lbs.

Well in that case you are in luck, it should fit you like a glove. I am 5'9", a
little lighter, and I wore it with 2 inch heels. I am a 38B bust so that should
allow you a little extra room around the top where I guess you might need it.

That's great he said, trying to put enthusiasm he didn't feel into his voice,
and you were asking eight hundred dollars.

That right, and that includes all of the accessories.

Yes I saw that in the add. what do you mean by all the accessories.

Well normally when a girl sells her bridal gown she sells just the dress.
Included with my gown is the veil, crinoline and hoop. I am also willing to
include the undies, shoes and gloves as well, which might save you a lot of
trouble and embarrassment.

What undies does that include.

Well lets see, there's a pair of pure silk white lace top stockings. The garters
naturally. A very sexy white lace and satin garter belt and matching half cup
bra that I had specially made for the gown, and then there's a cute little white
silk chemise or slip that finishes off the outfit.

That's great so if I bought it from you I would have the entire outfit except
for panties?

Yes, and I'm sure if I were to rummage around in my lingerie drawer I could
find you a pair to complete the outfit, she giggled.

Well that sounds perfect when can I come around to see it.

How about tomorrow afternoon, say about two.

They agreed and he copied down the address. The girl beside him hung up
her extension handset and smiled. You did very well, now part two
tomorrow and your off the hook.

The next day just before two the girl and one of his sorority brothers picked
him up. As they drove over to Ingrid's the girl reiterated the instructions.

She will probably have the gown in a bedroom. Let her show it off to you,
she sounds like the type, then ask to try it on. Remember you also have to
talk her into letting you try on the underwear as well. She's almost sure to
leave the room so once you are dressed ask her for help with the zip, any
excuse so that she sees you in the dress. As soon as she does your initiation
requirement is satisfied. Tell her that you will think about it and leave. That
is always assuming that you don't want to buy the outfit for yourself.

Very funny. he replied.

Remember when I call her later I will raise the subject of men calling girls
who advertise bridal gowns and ask her if she actually saw you in her gown,
so don't try any tricks. Then resting her arm on his she smiled, you know its
not the end of the world to have to wear a pretty dress, so relax and enjoy it.

He got out of the car without comment and waited as they drove away. Then
taking a deep breath, crossed the road on shaking legs to the townhouse
complex.

The girl who answered his knock fitted the description and the mental image
he had formed talking to her on the phone; her tallness accentuated by high
heels, buxom in a casual sweater and very attractive with close cropped jet
black hair that matched the leather pants showing her long legs and slim hips
off to perfection.

They introduced themselves, his voice breaking with nervousness. He
apologised for the nervousness, explaining that this was the first time he had
ever done anything like this. Mentally he cringed at what must be going
through this gorgeous girl's mind about the jerk who was asking to wear her
wedding gown and underwear.

She was gracious, smiling as she slipped her hand under his arm, her long
glossy nails resting lightly on his bare skin, making him shiver involuntarily.
Climbing the steps to the bedroom level she reassured him she completely
understood, and that she wanted him to relax and enjoy himself.

She ushered him through a door into a scene that was straight from a movie.
Sunlight streamed through the skylight and rouched curtains on the far
window, giving the room a warm and friendly atmosphere. Femininity
oozed from every crevice. Walls papered in soft pink, pictures of the girl
modelling. Frilly pink satin comforter and oversized lace pillows on a big
double bed.

A dressing table and mirror both trimmed with dainty lace, and everywhere
signs of the room's female occupant. Involuntarily he shivered as he noticed
a large garment bag hanging on one of the doors of the built-in wardrobe on
the far side of the room. His suspicion that it contained the gown was
confirmed by Ingrid as she crossed the room and took it down. Standing just
inside the door, he felt totally alien and clumsy; afraid to move for fear of
damaging the dainty things that surrounded him. Wanting to turn and run, he
found himself attracted to the prospect of spending time with this gorgeous
woman in her feminine surroundings.

She had the garment bag laid out on the bed and the zip open before she
looked up and saw that he was still rooted in the doorway.

Come on in silly, she said, crossing back to him, taking his hand. There's
nothing to be afraid of, she said as she closed the door, its just a silly old
dress. You are going to look absolutely gorgeous and pay me every cent I'm
asking for it, she finished with a giggle.

His gaze fixed on the half open garment bag, the details of the dress still
hidden. Now I bet you are covered in a lather of perspiration. He nodded,
conscious of his sweaty palms and the shirt stuck to his back.

Ok then this is what we will do. You go and have a nice relaxing shower.
While you are doing that I will get everything laid out for you. Then when
you are ready just wrap a towel around yourself come back and I'll leave you
alone to try on the gown.

Under the cascade of warm relaxing water from the shower He puzzled over
why Ingrid would be so accommodating to a total stranger, and could find
no sensible answer.

Satisfying his initiation requirement wasn't going to be as tough as he had
first thought. Just the one embarrassing scene of having this gorgeous
creature, who he would love to get into bed seeing him in the her wedding
gown and then get the hell out.

The smell and feel of her deliciously perfumed soap on his skin lead to
daydreaming how it would feel and look when he was completely decked out
as a bride. But that came to an abrupt and guilty end as he looked down and
saw that he was rock hard. Hurriedly rinsing off he stepped out of the
shower telling myself that this was very sick; towelling himself off in a
gorgeous girl's bathroom whilst she laid out her underwear and bridal gown
for him. But, the reply came, how come then that the prospect of wearing
this woman's satin and lace has you feeling more sexually charged than you
have in a long time. Oh I don't know he said aloud, startling himself. lets
just get it over and done with and think about it later.

Wrapping the towel around his waist he stepped out of the bathroom. Ingrid
had her back to him as the door opened. Dropping the frothy tulle garment
on the bed she turned, held out her hand and smiling brightly said, Hi, let me
introduce you to your bridesmaids. Any illusions came to a shattering end as
he looked around and saw two tall statuesque girls, one guarding the
doorway the other sitting on the little stool in front of the dressing table. I
don't understand, he stammered, his legs like jelly as he took in the hard
stares of the two strangers. what do you mean bridesmaids.

Well sweetheart, taking him by the arm and leading him into the room. Every
bride needs bridesmaids and Tracy and Wendy here have volunteered to be
yours. Don't worry, she said, the same placid smile on her face, they were
my bridesmaids on my wedding day and were very helpful

I'm sorry, he said, confused and frightened by the turn of events. I don't
have a clue what you mean. I don't require any bridesmaids. I simply came
here to see about buying a wedding gown you have for sale. Nothing else

Yes darling that may have been what you had in mind, but the plan has
changed. Like a baby she lead him over to the bed.

Seated and dazed he listened to her not believing what was being said

You have two choices. My old sorority is holding a very swishy fashion
parade this evening. By tradition the last gown is a wedding gown. The three
of us have decided that my gown will be the one shown and that you will be
the model to parade it down the runway. You can agree to co-operate with us
or you can go to jail for five years

The mention of the word jail stirred him from the shocked state. Jail, I
haven't done anything i*****l, he protested

Tracy moved over beside him. If you decide not to be the blushing bride
you're going to **** Ingrid

What, he laughed, you are all crazy

Really. And then things got really out of hand. Before he knew what hit him
Tracy and Wendy had dragged him upright between them and ripped the
towel from around his waist. Unable to move for the lock they had on his
arms, he watched in terrified fascination as Ingrid calmly stood in front of
him and shucked her sweater over her head before stepping out of her pants.

He jumped involuntarily as a hand firmly grip his cock. Tracy's expert
fingers quickly had him rock hard and crazy; a mixture of sex hormones and
fear running around in his mind. Adding to his misery was the sight of
Ingrid, long naked legs and lush body barely concealed in a pink lace teddy,
hands on her hips and enigmatic smile on her face watching, obviously
enjoying the predicament of the stark naked man. Tracy removed her hand,
Ingrid stepped up so her musk enveloped him, her long fingers caressing the
underside of his throbbing erection

Now I think you can imagine what comes next, can't you?

After tearing my teddy into shreds I lay across the bed whilst the girls get you
between my legs. You won't even have a good fuck to remember all those
long nights in prison. Just deep enough inside me to leave one good sample,
then the rest over my belly and torn underwear

She stepped back knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him, ready
to come and weak as a kitten. Now, she demanded. tell me, do we start the
second act or are you ready to be a good little girl

I'm ready, he said softly. hating himself for giving in

Teasing the tip of his cock with her nails, what was that I didn't hear you, did
you say you wanted to be a bride?

Yes. I want to be a bride and wear your wedding gown

Oh, she said a teasing note in her voice and how about my panties and
stockings, do you want to wear those as well

I can't wait to wear your lovely undies, your high heels, your gown..
Anything you want I'll put on, A groan of despair and resignation adding the
ring of truth to his words, but first please let me come

She stepped back, with a look of mock alarm, oh no first you must be the
bride before you can have the wedding night

But what about this, despair ringing in his voice, pointing at his purple cock

Reaching out she grabbed an aerosol can from the dressing table and pointed
it at the raging hard-on

This will give you anywhere from two to four hours of relief

He yelped as the cold spray hit his tortured flesh. But within moments almost
all sensation had gone and his cock was limp

The girls released him; his surrender complete. Ingrid in complete control
started issuing instructions and his transformation began

In his ignorance he imagined they would have him putting on Ingrid's
underwear immediately; but the outside light was failing and he was still
nude. That was about the only thing that was the same as when he entered
the town-house. He was not a particular hairy person, with blonde colouring
it was even less noticeable. But now, except for a slash of pubic hair, his
body was hairless

Later he would be asked what was the worst moment of his passage into
womanhood. He knew his life would never be the same when Tracy handed
him the razor with instructions to shave his underarm hair. When he finished
he felt totally naked and exposed, and the realization of the enormity of what
was being forced on him hit for the first time

The girls quickly moved to integrate him into their feminine world. Laying
face down on the portable table, Wendy and Tracy massaging him from head
to toe with scented baby oil; Ingrid moving about still clad in nothing more
than her teddy, arranging the bed with a collection of frilly and frothy
feminine delights apparently intended to be part of his wardrobe

Instructed to roll over, he was unable to watch Ingrid's activates. He tried to
turn as he was startled by a strange hissing sound

Its ok, Wendy reassured him as she restrained his movement, Ingrid is
steaming out wrinkles in your gown. He seemed to be the only one who
found that statement bizarre, but as he was to find out later these three girls
had redefined the word bizarre

The oiling stopped around my navel. Assuming they were finished he went to
sit up but once again was Wendy stopped him. Don't be in such a hurry, she
teased, lay back, we still have one more thing to do

He had no inkling of what was in store for him as she spread a clear liquid
around his nipples. With bulging eyes he watched in surprise and horror as
the girls, one on each side, positioned two very lifelike and disconcertingly
large female breast forms on his chest. A little re-positioning then they
resumed their massage, this time with a what appeared to be a make-up
cream. After ten minutes the breast forms completely blended in, appearing
quite natural

Natural looking perhaps, but as he found out when he sat up not natural
feeling. His new 36 inch B cup bust tugged alarmingly on his skin. The girls
reassured him not to worry as they would have him in a bra in no time. From
a practical point of view this was welcome news. However he knew once he
put on anything feminine it was unlikely to come off for a long time. He still
clung to the hope that he could find a way of being spared this unwilling
feminine transformation

It was only a fleeting glance, and mostly obscured by Ingrid, but he caught a
glimpse of the gown hanging from the wardrobe door. It was enough so that
as he lay back on the table he had no difficulty seeing an image of himself
parading in front of a jeering crowd of sorority girls in a fantasy of satin and
lace. Overwhelmed with panic he broke for the door, his hands instinctively
grasping the heaving bust as he made a desperate last run for freedom,
completely unmindful of his nudity and the strange sight he would present if
he made it to the street. But that was never a real risk, the girls made no
move to stop him and as his hand rattled the unyielding door knob he
realised the futility of his action

As if addressing a naughty c***d, Tracy said, now will you come back here
so that we can get on with this please. He was totally humiliated

Ingrid seemed unruffled by his escape attempt. I think half the trouble is the
waiting, she said in her seductive voice. If we were to get you into a least a
little underwear I'm sure you would feel a lot better

One last attempt at resistance. The only way I'm going to feel better is if we
stop this nonsense immediately, you give me back my own clothes and let
me go

Ignoring his outburst completely she took hold of his hand leading him over
to the other side of the bed, reassuring him, Now just relax, as soon as we
have you in something pretty I guarantee you'll feel better

She kept up the patter as he stood like a dummy in the centre of the carpet, his
back to the gown, trying to avoid looking at the pile of frillies on the bed

What happened in the next few minutes was amazing, and was to change his
life forever

With caressing hands Ingrid had an exquisite garter belt wrapped around his
hips. Her fingers closed the catches, as her words introduced him to the
erotic word of fine lingerie, encouraging him to feel the fine embroidered silk
panels, to imagine how pretty it looked; to revel in the sensuous feel of the
cool satin against his skin. Then she slipped a matching bra over his arms
and around his chest. With her guidance he positioned the heavy globes into
the tiny lacy cups, holding the cool slinky garment in place whilst she did it
up. Her voice and hands were so seductive he forgot who he was, giving
himself over completely to the sexy fantasy she was projecting. She gave
him a choice of panties. Blushing, he selected the most feminine, wispy lace
bikinis with a satin g-string front. But her magic smoothed out the moment.
Her eyes flashed encouragement. Without protest he stepped into then,
pulling them into place, the lace forming around his buttocks like a second
skin

A few adjustments and his manhood was hidden in the g-string. She dropped
a slip over his head; her hands gently caressed the garment down over his
body and hips until he was encased in a shell of gossamer fine silk with a
wide delicate lace hem. Tracy slipped a wig onto his head from behind. A
few stokes with a comb and brush and she introduced him to his new
persona

He was lost for words, looking at a total stranger staring back at him from the
mirror

Even without make-up he was one of the girls. When Tracy and Wendy
critically assessed their work announcing, you are a knockout, he was forced
to silently agree

The short blonde wig framed his face almost perfectly, the kiss curl over the
forehead softening it just enough to feminize his looks

The combination of impressive breasts peaking out of their lacy prison and
slim boyish body accentuated by the slinky lace trimmed slip gave him a look
of a haughty model

The amazing thing was he felt feminine. It was as if the lingerie had infected
him. His skin tingled sensuously as the underwear slipped against his skin
with the slightest movement. He wanted to strut around the room watching
himself in the mirror, to see how his bottom looked framed in silky lace, to
explore this exciting and forbidden world. To run his hands over the cool
silk and feel it against his skin and fingers. But he was nervous of showing
his new feelings in front of the girls

Ingrid hugged him from behind, kissing his neck softly as she addressed him
via the mirror. You are one sexy bride, she teased

Under her watchful eye, following her instructions he rolled up a stocking
before balancing his foot on the edge of the bed and slowly pulling the
gossamer fine silk hose up his leg and thigh. He had watched it done before,
but there was something incredibly sexy about the fact it was his leg encased
in the shimmering material. His hands shook like a leaf in the wind as he
took hold of the suspender and pulled it across his naked thigh to attach it to
the stocking top

Ingrid came back, a pair of high heels in hand just as he had the other
stocking clipped into place. Sitting on the edge of the bed he took one of the
shoes from her and in an u*********sly feminine way he crossed his
sheathed legs before slipping his feet into the dainty slipper. He accepted a
steading hand from the girls as he stood shakily, trying to find his balance,
feeling like a giant from the new height the three inches heels gave him

Looking back at the mirror, hardly daring to breathe in case he toppled over,
he realised why girls put themselves through the anguish of wearing heels.
His shimmering nylon clad legs had taken on a distinctly curvy and
interesting look, and he felt his cock stirring inside its lacy prison

Like strange medieval dancers in their underwear they made their way to the
dressing table, his hand resting over Ingrid's outstretched arm for balance.
He was wobbly, but made the safely of the queen anne stool. Surveying the
array of tubes and bottles of delicate smelling lotions reality came rushing
back to him. He moved to flee, to get away from the femininity that was
overpowering him. But Ingrid's hands were on his shoulders, Her lips
inches from his ear, her whispered words urging him to relax, to savour his
femininity. He gave himself over to her seductive words and images as he
watched Wendy use the brushes and pads on his face to transformed his
looks into bewitching boyish femininity

When he crossed the room again, he did it without Ingrid's support. His
careful movements in the still unfamiliar high heels adding to the grace of his
movements. The soft scents of his makeup complimented the sublimely
sensuous feeling of the clinging undies, making him feel deliciously
feminine. Internally he was in a turmoil as conflicting messages bombarded
his brain. One message was saying he was a man; men don't get excited by
wearing women's underwear. When this message drowned out the others he
felt himself blush. An overwhelming sense of panic would envelop him and
he was afraid of wetting himself. His eyes watered with embarrassment, and
he felt himself start to shake at the thought of being seen and ridiculed. But
just as suddenly he would hear another message as the clinging panties sent a
caressing message from his bottom. Or the message would be triggered by
the sound and feel of his stockinged thighs rubbing together. Or the string of
pearls around his neck moved and triggered a whiff of the perfume they had
dabbed on his throat and thighs

But the strongest messages came from his eyes. The images of himself in the
mirror he was walking towards were something he found impossible to
ignore. He simply looked fantastic as a girl. Sure the expensive, slinky
underwear created an illusion of femininity, but what they had done with
makeup to his face was remarkable. His eyebrows were plucked into
feminine accents for his incredible large and limpid doe eyes; a result of
skilful application of mascara, false lashes and eyeliner. He had always had
generous lips, but the coral pink lipstick did wonders to them. Now he had
luscious, pouting, kissable lips. And that raised another message into his
confused mind; looking the way he did men would be the ones wanting to
kiss him. But it wouldn't stop at kissing. Was he ready to be a complete
women and submit himself to a man

Turning to Ingrid, his thoughts came rushing out in a panic. I can't go
through with this if I have to have sex with a man. Calming him with her
voice, caressing his hand in hers, Relax, there will only be girls. Girls who
want you to be pretty and enjoy yourself

No men, he repeated, looking deep into her eyes trying to divine the truth

No guys, sweetheart, she assured him. Just us girls. Its time to get into your
gown. Relax, you're gorgeous and you're going to have a ball

While Ingrid calmed him down the other girls arranged his petticoats on the
carpet. With Ingrid providing a steadying hand he stepped timorously into
the frothy circle and the girls drew the garment up. The girls closed the ties
around his waist adjusting the hoop so that its ruffled hem just brushed the
carpet. Over the hoop, the crinoline made from layer upon layer of tulle gave
him the appearance of a ballet dancer in a froth of airy snow white skirts

His legs felt rubbery from the emotion of seeing himself transformed into this
fantasy. His cock was pulsing inside his panties. Aching to be fondled, he
wished for a moment of privacy to release the sweet fluids of his cock. he
didn't even dare to think of what he would do to have one of these girls
release him with her hand. Then an image of Ingrid and he, a tangle of
lingerie as they rolled together on the satin bed, his rampant cock buried in
her wet pussy, made his head swim and he moved to sit on the edge of the
bed fearful of passing out

Ingrid smiled. Pretty sexy stuff huh?

He nodded weakly, embarrassed to look her in the eye. I have to go to the
toilet

That's good timing. The limo will be here in half an hour, so I'll take over
here while you girls go and get changed. We'll meet you downstairs in a
little while OK?

Tracy and Wendy left as Ingrid helped him to his feet. Walking with him to
the ensuite she instructed him on how he should gather up his skirts slightly
so as not to trip in them or snag the hem as he walked

He felt like a c***d as he stood helplessly in front of the toilet unsure of how
to handle his voluminous skirts

Turn around, she instructed him, Now lift your skirts up from behind and
slip your panties down. Blushing furiously he managed to wriggle his
panties part way down. There caught, he cried out, the anguish clear in his
voice

That's Ok, she replied, calmly, they're caught in your suspenders, you can
sit down. He did as she said, enveloping the toilet with yards of skirt. Some
girls like wearing their panties over their garter-belt for just that reason she
explained

Then she noticed the distress on his face. What's wrong?

I'm so hard I can't go, he replied tears filling his doe eyes. Please, he
pleaded, leave me alone for a minute, I have to take care of this

No, she ordered, her voice suddenly hard. Wait a minute. I'll take care of
everything

Without waiting for a response she hurried back into the bedroom. She was
back in thirty seconds to find him desperately searching through the layers of
skirts to reach his rock hard cock

She dropped to her knees in front of him, slapping his hand away, hard as if
he were a naughty c***d. Grasping the ruffled hem of his hoop together with
the crinoline skirts she lifted them up forming a frilly curtain between them.
Hold these she ordered. Then she turned her attention between his legs. His
cock stood out in stark contrast from the filmy lingerie, swollen purple and
angry. Oh you poor darling she exclaimed, seeing his predicament. Reaching
out she cupped her hand under the pulsing organ, the petticoat curtain
shaking in reaction to the cool touch of her hand. Oh god, that's beautiful he
gasped, please just a little more and I'll be over the top

In reply he felt her hand slide further down the shaft just before the
excruciating pain from the shaft of cold as she steered his cock into the jet
from the spray can. The groan was a mixture of disappointment, and relief as
once again all feeling in his cock disappeared. On the other side of the curtain
Ingrid smiled, savouring the power, appreciating the irony as she arranged
the limp organ between his legs and was then rewarded by the sound of
water on water. Pushing herself up, she idly caressed his stockinged thighs,
amused at the haste with which he let the crinolines fall to cover himself

Sorry darling I would love to have been able to let you come, but first duty
calls. she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. Noticing that he
noticed the electric thrill of kissing lipstick on lipstick. When you're finished
sweetie, dry yourself well to keep your panties nice and fresh. With that she
blew him a kiss and left the bathroom

She was fixing her makeup when he came back into the bedroom. without
turning she watched in the mirror this vision of virginal, half awakened
femininity she had created as he glided across the floor. The fluid way he
moved, his legs hidden beneath the rustling layers of crinoline. The dainty
way he lifted the ruffled hem clear of the carpet, clearly uncomfortable with
the long false nails they had fitted on his fingers. Any resistance was long
gone. She would continue to keep him on a short leash but he clearly had
accepted her domination and she could introduce the second phase of his
training and feminization whenever she desired. Her only regret was the
corset still on the bed. At the last moment she had decided against it, sparing
him from the ordeal of lacing, of having to learn not to breathe too deeply.
All of the delicious agonies that came from an hourglass shape. Now seeing
how quickly he had adapted, how he now savoured the feminine delight of
sensuous lingerie against his skin she wished she could see his agony as he
tried to accept the rigid discipline of the corset

Well my sweet, she said, taking his hand in hers, there are three unforgettable
moments in a girls life. The day she exchanges her cotton underwear for
silky panties and a bra. Her wedding day when she puts on her wedding
gown; and of course when she loses her virginity. And here you are about to
do the second in the same day as the first. He said nothing, fixing his gaze
on their joined hands, knowing she was aware of everything going through
his mind, ashamed at how much he was looking forward to that same
moment when he was fully gowned. Fearful the third unforgettable event
would follow with the speed the gowning was following his introduction to
silky panties and bra. He shocked himself by acknowledging silently he
would not refuse this girl if she demanded it of him. Suddenly he knew the
truth, he was a slave. The bridal gown, the lingerie, the makeup it was all
symbolic of his capitulation to the will of this woman. She was his Mistress
and she alone controlled his body. He shivered involuntarily as it hit him he
was in panties for life. Another bombshell exploded in his head as he
acknowledged he was prepared to endure any indignity his Mistress
demanded of him

In his new awareness he stood, hands clasped demurely in front of him, as
she moved the few steps to the wardrobe and extracted the gown from its
bag. Crouching down slightly enabled her to drop the gathered up garment
over his head. The satin gown, surprisingly heavy, dropped around his
waist. She was on her knees, pulling the skirt in place over the crinolines,
her hands fluffing petticoats until the skirts were smooth. Standing behind
him she watched as he followed her instructions. The bodice of the gown
hung down over the front of the skirt. He found the sleeves, despite his
shaking hands. Ingrid gathered up the open back pulling the bodice around
his trunk as he slipped his arms into the sleeves . A deep breath as he felt the
zip close behind him and he was gowned. A few seconds for the fitting of
the veil and he looked at himself for the first time as the bride

A ring of dainty white flowers crowned his head. The tulle veils cascaded like
a gentle waterfall down his back. The deep V neck and tight fitting, heavily
beaded bodice excentuated the swell of his bust. wide satin leg of mutton
shoulders, a dainty satin bow on each, made his waist appear waspy thin and
hid his shoulders. Dainty semi-transparent lace sleeves covered his arms
completely to the wrist. The layers of petticoating flared the satin skirt out
from his waist into a spectacular display. The shimmering whiteness of the
material relieved by six pink fabric roses holding the gathered hem up in
scallops, revealing just a hint of the frilly delights beneath

Legs like jelly, shaking all over, his eyes watering, he tried to accept the
virginal vision he was looking at in the mirror as himself. He was completely
transformed; it was like being reborn

How long he stood there staring at himself, his fingers shyly exploring the
gorgeous gown, savouring with a mixture of fear and awe the feelings that
assaulted him. It was only when Ingrid appeared beside him dressed in her
leather slacks and top that he realised he had been lost in his new world for
some time

Taking his hand she turned him to her, his skirts rustling like a soft breeze as
he manoeuvred them around

You look gorgeous, she told him, her eyes sparkling, I cant tell you how
pleased I am

Now I have one more thing for you to wear. This is a little different because
you have to agree to put it on. But when you do it will never come off. She
released his hands to remove the simple gold band off her ring finger.
Grasping his left hand she slipped the ring over his coral pink nails, then
pausing she looked in his eyes

Will you be my bride, love honour and obey me until death us do part. he
licked his lips nervously, the taste of lipstick on the tip of his tongue a
reminder of his role in this bizarre relationship. If you agree to be my bride
you will remain in women's clothes from now on, you are also consenting to
let me, or anyone I loan you to, use your body in whatever way we please

He hardly waited for the last words to leave her lips before he replied in a soft
breaking voice, I do, I promise to love honour and obey you from this day
forth until death us do part

He watched through tear filled eyes as the bargain was sealed and she slipped
the band to rest at the base of his finger

She reached up and pulled the blusher veil forward until it covered the upper
part of his face. Come she said, turning to the door, the limo is waiting. He
followed his new Mistress across the room and into his new life

Chapter two

The trip across town was completed with the silence broken only by the soft
music from the limo's stereo. He sat in the center, his skirts flowing around
Wendy and Trish, sitting on either side of him and Ingrid sitting opposite.
Every time they stopped people would stare in through the tinted glass trying
to catch a glimpse of the wedding party. His mind was numb from the flow
of events and he completed the trip staring at his hands demurely interlocked
in the folds of his dress. It seemed the gold band caught every shaft of light,
acting as a constant reminder of his promise

Just as the car left the highway Ingrid broke the silence, Amanda, you are
going to be paraded before the ladies of my sorority in a little while. Most of
them like me have been married, and so they have sat just where you are
sitting now, dressed just as you are, and have exchanged similar vows to
yours with me. I want you to experience the same experience we had on our
wedding night. Do you consent

Yes Mistress

Good. You will be escorted out for the ladies to see your gown by two fine
young studs who will act as your groom and his best man. Wendy and Trish
will make up the rest of the bridal party and help you with your skirts and
train

Amanda, as Ingrid had named him, was as white as his gown at the thought
of the public **** and humiliation he faced. Ingrid ignored his distress, he
was a slave and must expected to be treated as such. Remember, you are not
to come yourself, no matter how excited you may become. If you do you
will be severely punished

By now the limo had drawn up to a forbidding looking stone manor house.
After a little difficulty untangling skirts and alighting from the car Amanda,
the two bridesmaids taking care of his train, followed Ingrid up the short
flight of steps and through the doorway. Just inside the door a middle aged
woman, smartly dressed and flanked by two young men in formal attire
greeted Ingrid. They spoke in low voices for a few moments, Wendy taking
the opportunity to touch up Amanda's makeup

The other women left, Ingrid came over to the bride, the two men following
her. Amanda I would like to introduce you to your groom. The dark haired
one stepped forward, and it seemed natural as he took Amanda's hand and
brought it to his lips for the bride to curtsy

He turned and motioned for the other man to step forward. As well built as
his friend he was blond and deeply tanned. Amanda hearing the sigh of envy
escape from Wendy thought how ironic that the bride was as anxious for the
best man to find his pleasure from the bridesmaid as they were

He took Amanda's hand and the ritual of kissing and curtsying repeated. As
their eyes met he spoke in a deep smouldering voice, you really are quite
spectacular. I'm looking forward to our time together. Amanda felt a
women's powerlessness, a feeling of nakedness and vulnerability. He stood
arrogant and masculine, knowing all that stood between him and his pleasure
was a filmy pair of panties, so easily accessible under the skirts. Amanda's
stomach lurched at the thought of them pleasuring themselves with his body.
Even more so because his shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of
strangers

The door at the far end of the corridor opened, the women who had greeted
them waved to Ingrid

If you are ready Amanda, gentlemen, we can get underway

The two men formed up on either side of the bride. The groom on the left the
bride's arm linked in his. The same on the other side with the best man. The
girls formed up behind, each taking a part of the cathedral length train as the
bridal party stepped down the corridor toward the open door

As they turned into the room the bridal march issued forth from an unknown
source and they walked slowly through the crowd of thirty or more women,
now standing clapping, towards a slightly raised dias in the middle of what
was on other occasions a ballroom

As they approached the dais Ingrid stepped forward, ceremoniously raised
the veil from Amanda's face, pecked the blushing bride on the cheek, then
indicated the bridal party should make a circle around the room

The music still played as they slowly made their way around the room. All
the women crowding forward to get a good look at the bride. By the time the
two men assisted Amanda up onto the dais the bride was truly blushing,
totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only
minutes away

Ingrid stepped up in front of the three of them, addressing herself to the
women. Ladies I'm pleased to be able to introduce my new slave to you this
evening. As is our custom with new slaves, his initiation into our order is
witnessed by us all. I thought it totally appropriate if he were to lose his
virginity in the same way most of us did. As he didn't have his own
wedding gown and underwear I agreed to lend him mine. Ingrid waited for
the laughter to subside before continuing. Assisted by the maids the bride will
be prepared for the groom, but first the groom has requested the bride to
show the couple's gratitude to the best man in a very personal way

Perhaps as you watch you will feel some empathy with the bride, and maybe
it will bring back memories of your own wedding night

As Ingrid stepped off the dais, moving to a front row seat, the best man took
Amanda's hand and they stepped forward into a pool of light in the
otherwise darkened room

Standing sideways to the audience, Amanda faced him. The best man nodded
almost imperceptibly, no other instructions were given. Taking a deep
breath, Amanda lifted his skirts up, fluffing them out and sank to his knees.
He tried to concentrate on feeling feminine, to forget he was about to take
another man's cock into his mouth. Trying to keep an image of himself,
dainty and feminine emerging from a mound of skirts he reached forward
with shaking hands, grasped the man's zip and opened him up. The best
man opened his belt and his pants slipped down his firm legs leaving him
naked from the waist down

Some of the audience gasped; Amanda stared in horror, equally surprised.
The man's cock, still limp, was huge. At least 12 inches long it was as
impressively thick, it made Amanda feel totally inadequate, both as a man
and as a bride expected to bring him pleasure. What size would it grow to
once he had it in his mouth? There was total silence in the room as
everybody waited for the bride's next move. The bride's problem was being
unsure of what was expected next

Nobody made a move so Amanda reached forward and grasped the shaft in
his shaking, sweaty hand. Tightening his grip around the massive organ the
sharp tips of his false nails biting into his palms he started to move the tunnel
of his hand up and down the shaft, feeling the hot smooth skin slip back and
forth. Magically it pulsed and stiffened until it stood proud and demanding,
pointing like a magnet to North directly at Amanda's glistening coral lips

Amanda knew what was expected. The best man was already thrusting his
hips forward demanding entry; but Ingrid wanted more than passive
violation. The first act of surrender had been to walk into this crowded room
dressed in his mistress's bridal finery. Now a second act of surrender was
required. With a sinking heart; cold, shivering from fright and shame,
Amanda tilted the red tipped cock up, lowered his veiled head over it, and
opening wide, swallowed the length in one motion

Spontaneous clapping broke out from the women, as he valiantly tried to
swallow the huge organ, without throwing up. The best man's hands were
wrapped firmly around the back of his head, squashing the comb of his
headpiece painfully into his scalp. Tears flowed freely down his rouged
cheeks as he tasted the salty male taste of a man in his mouth for the first
time

Now any pretence of virginal innocence was gone. Amanda mouth was just
another orifice for a rampaging cock. The bride was expected to give
pleasure, to receive the thrusting organ until its juices flowed into the newly
feminized mouth. Dutifully Amanda bent to his new role. He closed his lips
around the shaft and drew his head back, massaging the sensitive underside
with his tongue. Back and forth the bride's head bobbed, the best man, eyes
closed, legs open, giving himself over to the pleasure and triumph of
domination over the satin doll kneeling at his feet

The salty taste spread in Amanda's mouth. The best man was thrusting so the
tip of his cock was actually sliding down the protesting throat of the bride.
The watching women, each almost able to taste the cock, tensed, knowing
the climax was not far away. Each wondered how the bride would react as
the sticky fluid gushed out, remembering their own first experience of a man
ejaculating in their mouth

But then it stopped. The best man was withdrawing, his cock purple and
angry, dripping with the bride's saliva. Amanda looked up as the groom,
stark naked, as erect as his best man, urged his friend to wait. What do you
say, he said softly to his half naked friend, we'll go at the cunt from both
ends, see if we can cream him together. The best man nodded and Amanda
found himself being urged off his knees

Wobbly with emotion and from trying to stand in high heels with half numb
legs, the bride watched passively as the men rolled a padded two seat
chesterfield across the dias to the front. Wendy emerged from the gloom at
the back of the room and was working Amanda's zip down when the groom
turned, saw what she was doing and called out for her not to bother. Instead
he motioned for Amanda to join him on the open side of the chesterfield

Ok sweetheart, he instructed his bride. Up with your skirts, lets see your ass.
Embarrassed and confused, Amanda found it impossible to get control of the
mass of skirting until Wendy came to the rescue by gathered up the hems.
Then Amanda was able to reach down and scoop up the skirting into a
unruly tangle of tulle and satin around the waist

The groom stepped back, bending down slightly to peer under the piled
skirts. There was an appreciative whistle, then Amanda jumped involuntarily
as his cold hand fell on the bride's stockinged thigh and moved up under the
skirts caressing bare skin and pantied thigh. Bend over the couch sweetheart,
the time has come to get into your pants, the horny man leered at his terrified
bride

No dignity left, sad tear streaked face, the bride walked awkwardly to the
couch holding the skirts up, like a half naked condemned prisoner
approaching the gallows. Kneeling up, Amanda let the skirts flow over the
couch, obediently bending forward over the back of the couch. The groom
wasted no time in moving between the stockinged legs, spreading them
further apart, ignoring a satin high heel as it fell off he scooped up the skirts
and threw them back, revealing his bride's bottom in all its lacy magnificence

Amanda felt the rush of cold air as he was exposed. "Your not going to need
these any longer sweetheart" he said slipping his fingers under the bride's
last lacy covering. The gossamer lace was no match for his power, in
seconds the panties were shredded and the grooms prize stood open.
Amanda gripped onto the couch, closing his tear filled eyes, waiting the next
assault. It wasn't long in coming. First the sound of high heels on the dais as
one of the girls crossed over to stand behind the exposed bride, then a finger
probing down the crack of his behind. Amanda tensed up, only to relax
slightly as the girl's finger, massaged, greased and gently probed,
lubricating him as she made him ready for the final penetration. All too soon,
she withdrew and Amanda felt the groom's thighs brushing up against his
nylon covered thighs. This time it was no finger probing him. He cried in
pain as a hard, hot and thick cock manoeuvred into him. He was only
penetrated by the tip, but already the pain was unbearable, the lubrication
useless, the sense of being filled up incredible, and as the girls had warned
him, he had an overwhelming urge to go to the toilet

The groom was unrelenting, demanding his prize. The groans and screams
from the writhing bride under him only served to excite him to dominate his
prize completely

Finally his gigantic cock was fully buried as Amanda felt the man's belly rest
on his bottom. Making the mistake of moving under the groom Amanda tried
to make the searing pain from the shaft impaling him go away. The groom
took this as a sign of pleasure and renewed his assault on the pinioned,
protesting doll. Grasping naked hips he pulled the protesting bride up into
his groin. The bride was balanced on one high heel, nylons threatening to
pop free from protesting suspenders, enduring pure hell as the groom forced
himself further into the tight orifice that was giving him, and him alone such
exquisite pleasure. Then it was back kneeling on the couch as the groom
slowly, almost theatrically withdrew his shaft until just the tip remained
inside. The sense of relief was immediate and immense, but not for long as
he slid smoothly in, until once again he was buried to the hilt. Time hung
suspended as the ritual dance continued, the bride completely at the mercy
and command of the rampant groom as he used the body under him
completely for his pleasure

Amanda was a complete rag, totally ravished, longing for the moment when
the man took his final pleasure and it was over. There was no resistance
when the best man re-entered the scene. Standing arrogantly in front of the
bride, he presented his purple cock, rigid and ready, inches from the gasping
mouth. Obediently the bride reached forward, face grimacing with pain from
the thrusts from behind, and took the cock into his mouth. Now all that
escaped the bride's mouth were muffled grunts as the men co-ordinated their
thrusts. The bride, veiled head caught in an iron grip by the best man, had no
choice but to swallow his entire manhood. At the other end the groom rode
the naked bottom thrashing under him, his hands caught in his bride's
garterbelt, his cock plunging up and down through the tattered remains of
panties

Amanda's tongue searched for the sensitive underside of the cock probing his
mouth

Finding it he went desperately to work, putting modesty and manhood aside
as he worked to bring the man to climax. The cock, hot and angry was ready
and moved to seek the sweet relief of the willing tongue. Amanda knew it
was close, the man's hands loosened their grip on his head. He moved so
the tip of the cock was surrounded by pursed lips, then taking a firm grasp
around the base of the cock he put the searing pain of the assault from the
other cock out of his mind as he went to work on the best man. In seconds it
was over. With a groan of defeat and relief the man forced himself deep into
the bride's mouth as he exploded. Unable to swallow, mouth full, it looked
as if Amanda was foaming at the mouth as the cum escaped and dribbled
down the tear streaked jaw. Trying to extract the last exquisite pain from his
climax the man withdrew, desperately pumping his fist up and down his
softening manhood. Knees collapsing against the chesterfield from sheer
ecstasy, he gave a shout of triumph as he came again, this time shooting his
load into Amanda's shocked face

Before Amanda could fully react to this final indignity another cock
demanded attention

Already tortured flesh was assaulted once more as the groom thrust down for
the final time, exploding deep inside. For what seemed an eternity the man
pumped his cum into his bride. Slowly his ejaculations subsided and
Amanda felt the blessed relief of the sticky cock withdrawing. The groom
stood silently looking at the ravished bride, still kneeling, ass bloody and
cum covered, hanging onto the back of the chesterfield, disbelieving that the
ordeal was at an end

Then the images of what had just happened flooded back and he had to get
away, to escape the curious looks of the women. Kicking off the remaining
high heel, he gathered up his skirts and ran blindly from the dais, seeking
darkness and escape. The girls caught up and gently steered the distraught
bride into a nearby bedroom. Flinging himself across the bed at last he let go
and the pent up emotion of the day escaped like water over the top of the
dam. The girls left him to exhaust himself. Returning minutes later with wash
clothes and bowls of warm water the girls ignored their hysterical charge.
Wendy kneeling down beside Amanda's head took it firmly in her grasp as
she gently washed the combination of tears, cum and makeup away. At the
bottom of the bed Trish had the bride's skirts up, the torn panties were
thrown on the floor and she gently set to work on the bride's ravaged bottom

The face clean, mouth rinsed out, Amanda lay face down, sobbing quietly as
Wendy undid the gown. Carefully she worked it down the shaking body.
Putting her washcloth temporarily to one side, Trish lent a hand loosening
petticoats, then the two girls slipped the entire bridal ensemble off Amanda's
unprotesting body

Wendy returned in a few moments, the gown gone, a plastic bottle in hand.
Gently Trish leaned over the now silent patient. This is going to sting a little
sweetheart, she warned, but it really is necessary

Amanda flinched, but otherwise remained prone as the girls gently slipped the
neck of the douche bottle into his bruised body. The warm liquid trickled in
slowly, gradually calming his inflamed passages. After the application of the
second, the two girls sat on the edge of the bed, soothing his brow as they
urged him to hold the liquid inside as long as possible. Finally he had no
choice but to get up and painfully make his way to the ensuite

Returning relieved, and now feeling a little better, he was quiet and
apologetic. Ignoring his protests the girls had him back on the bed,face
down, slip up, as they both applied generous amounts of cream to his
ravaged bottom

Now we don't want you to be embarrassed, they told him, we've all had to
wear one, and you certainly are going to need to wear at least a kotex pad,
Wendy informed the stunned and blushing man. Amanda watched in
fascinated horror as Trish opened a tampon box taken from her tote bag.
Gently the girl slipped the tampon into his creamed passage before getting
him to stand up. Wendy handed him fresh undies, simple silk bikinis.
Amanda slipped them on, trying not to react as Wendy positioned a panty
liner inside the panties to absorb any external bleeding or medication

Slip pulled back into place, Amanda didn't look too much the worse for
wear, From her purse Wendy produced the essentials to patch his makeup
and Trish's tote bag produced a neatly folded outfit and a fresh pair of high
heels

Ten minutes later the bride, self conscious in a tight, cream suede mini-skirt,
revealing a rather nice pair of legs, and a form fitting, bust excentuating,
simple silk blouse, flanked by the two girls left the bedroom

Walking down the long deserted hallway, the clack of their heels
reverberating off the walls, Amanda thought of what the future held. There
was no going back now, the men had used him as they would a women;
Trish and Wendy treated him as one of the girls; Ingrid demanded he remain
in women's clothes, and in truth the pretty part of being a woman was
starting to appeal to him

Standing on the steps waiting for the limo to pick them up Amanda felt the
freedom of a slave. Tomorrow was of no concern, Ingrid would give the
instructions and Amanda would obey. Tonight had shown both slave and
Mistress the truth of that. No matter what Ingrid demanded Amanda would
obey, and through the pain would come the pleasure of serving the Mistress