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Wedding Belle My name is Sandy Baker. In school I got teased because Sandy could be considered a girl's name. I got picked on a lot actually. I was a bit short, never grew beyond 5'5", and always too skinny. While most people have trouble losing weight, I am one of those people that had the opposite problem. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to get any bigger. So as a child and a teen, I got pushed around and teased a lot by the big bullies in our school. Nor was I strong enough to do much about it. Out of high school I got a job at a law office called Clayton, Ludlow and Berringer. At first it was just filing paperwork, and then I began entering things into the computer system, and answering phones. Although I hate to admit it, over time the position evolved into the role of a legal secretary. I did typing, and administrative work for the firm's fifty attorneys. It wasn't a great job, but it wasn't a bad one either. It paid me just enough to take care of my small apartment. While I was at CL&B, I met Cindy. Cindy Benge. One of the attorneys at the firm. When she started working there she was just out of Boston Law School. You couldn't help but notice her. All the men did. Cindy was an absolute knockout. One of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was about five years older than me, and as statuesque as a model, 5'10", with shoulder length golden blonde hair, a face like the actress Naomi Watts, and a figure as voluptuous as a Playboy bunny. When she strutted through the office in her knee length skirts and 3" patent leather heels, the way her hips swayed back and forth, it sent shock waves through the entire office. Papers blew up on desks, and men's heads turned like they were pulled on a string. I could tell that Cindy was quite hip to the leering looks and snide sexual comments the male attorneys made about her, so she turned her nose up at them. She didn't give them the time of day. Funny though, whenever she needed something filed or typed, she gave me a huge smile, one that practically knocked me out of my chair. Every man in the building seemed like they were trying to get Cindy into bed, well, that was, except for me. Which was maybe why she talked to me. I was non-threatening. As Cindy was new, and the women seemed put off by her appearance, I noticed the first couple weeks that she worked at CL&B, she kept pretty much to herself. She ate her lunch alone in the cafeteria, or brought her lunch and sat outside under a tree with a book. One day while she was outside reading, I was going to eat outside too, but grew nervous when I saw her. I didn't want her to think I was just like all the other guys and just out to flirt with her. So I quietly found a bench outside on the other side of the square, sat and began to eat. Much to my surprise, Cindy seemed to notice my presence, picked up her lunch and her book, and strutting straight for me, asked if she could join me. "Sure," I mumbled, almost choking on my tuna fish sandwich. She sat on the bench. I noticed she was reading Paradise Lost by John Milton. Not exactly light fare. "How long have you worked here Sandy?" she asked, sipping her Starbucks coffee. "Five years," I said quietly, brushing crumbs off my slacks. "You're like me. You don't seem to have any friends in the office." I shrugged. "The associates all hang out with the other associates. So do the partners and the other secretaries. I just do my work and go home." "Well, I could certainly use a friend here," Cindy said smiling, "and I have a feeling you could too." I blushed and chewed on my sandwich, unsure what to say. I was afraid to open my mouth, and say something stupid, making Cindy change her mind. "You do a good job," she said, studying me. "But you are so quiet. Are you always so shy? "Not always," I shrugged. "I just don't know that I'm in your league. I mean, you're an attorney. You're smart, you've got a great career ahead of you. I barely got through high school. I work as a legal secretary. While you're in court, I'm making coffee for attorneys that can't even remember my name... and I've been here for five years." Cindy smiled at me prettily. "That's the most I've heard you say since I've known you. I think I'm going to like you." "I don't know why you would even want to waste your time with me. I've got no education... and no future. You've got dozens of handsome, successful, rich men chasing you. For me, renting a movie on Pay-for-View is an exciting night." The woman laughed. "Most of the men here are stuck up creeps. You're honest. And... I think you're cute." I almost choked on my potato chips. "Thank you," I replied awkwardly, "Everyone around here seems to think you're quite beautiful." "What do you think?" she asked softly. I looked her straight in the eye. "I think you're the most incredible woman I've ever met." Cindy's flashed me a smile bright as a flash bulb. Thus began the start of a beautiful friendship. When we were at work, I devoted myself to Cindy. I helped her find everything in the law library, and tried as best I could to help her research her cases, most of which had to do with insurance law. "Pretty boring stuff," she said one night, when we were both working late. We sat side by side in the law library, each of us on a computer, doing LexisNexis searches for recent court cases on malpractice insurance. "It's okay," I said. "Are you getting tired? Do you want to go get some coffee?" "That would be great," Cindy said, stretching and yawning. The next thing I knew she had her arm around my shoulder. She looked at me, her golden hair in wisps around her pretty face, her eyes glazed with moisture. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth. In complete shock, I almost swooned in her arms. My lips parted, as she explored my mouth with her lips and tongue. The room was spinning. And I was feeling breathless. I broke away. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm sorry," Cindy said taking her arm from around my shoulders and moving away. "I didn't mean to attack you. I just had a moment of weakness. That's all." I gulped and tried to figure out what had just happened. It was incredible just having someone as incredibly beautiful like Cindy just for a friend. To think that she might actually be interested in a shrimp like me... blew my mind. Suddenly Cindy looked upset, like she might cry. She pushed back her chair, and excused herself. "I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow Sandy." Like a complete idiot I sat there, in total shock, not having a clue what to do. Later as I drove home to my apartment I kicked myself for being such a slow-thinking, dim-witted clod. Why hadn't I kissed her back? What if I've now insulted her, and never got another chance? The following day Cindy seemed slightly aloof to me. She avoided my desk all day. Finally I went around to her office, and asked her if I could get her some coffee. "No thank you Sandy. I don't need a thing," she said, concentrating on her computer, not looking me in the eye. "W-what are you doing for lunch? Could we eat outside together? It's a beautiful day. I made us each a salad and I brought you some strawberries and cantaloupe, that I know you'll like." Cindy shook her head and tried not to smile. "Sandy, I'm sorry about yesterday. I just needed a hug, that's all." "Please. Can we talk about this later, at lunch?" I asked, looking around, afraid one of the other secretaries would over-hear us. Still not looking at me, she replied, "I'll think about it." When I got back to my desk I had e-mailing waiting. My heart leapt when I saw that it was from Cynthia Benge. "Meet me outside at 12:15." I sighed with relief. Maybe I would get another chance after all. Later, after we sat outside on the bench and were finished eating, I asked Cindy if she wanted to take a walk in the park beside the office complex. It was a beautiful summer day, and she agreed. As soon as we were in the trees, Cindy reached out and took my hand. I stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry about yesterday," I said. "I was just in a state of shock. You know I adore you. I just didn't think a woman like you could even be attracted to a guy like me that way." "Shut up, and just hug me," she said. There on the path in the park surrounded by cool pines, we held each other. Once more Cindy's lips sought out mine. Only this time I was ready. I kissed back. From that moment on, our relationship changed. We ate quickly each day at lunch and spent the rest of our hour break necking like two teenagers either in the park or in her BMW. Soon we were spending all our time together. All day at work. Then dinner together. The movies. We went to the local state fair together. Bowling. Volleyball at the YMCA. We signed up for an Insurance Law class together. She read me selections of poetry. And I would cook for her. I loved doting on her, doing whatever I could to make her smile, and the easiest way seemed to be through her stomach. I was a fairly good chef, and made her shrimp with pasta... chicken with rice... she loved spinach salads with mushrooms and a ranch salad dressing that I made myself. The only thing that was at all odd, or should have given me an omen of things to come - was Cindy's request after lunch one day. As we strolled back to the office hand in hand, she said, "Muffin," she said. Cindy had this bizarre way of speaking that included calling me all of these silly pet names. She asked, "Would you do something for me?" "Anything," I said. "I want you to grow out your hair." She ran her fingers through my short dark locks. "You have such pretty hair. I'll bet if you grew it out longer, it would be beautiful." I shrugged. "Sure," I said. It would save me money on haircuts. And if it Cindy think I looked more attractive with long hair, so much the better. When it came to intimacy, Cindy could kiss like a teenager. But she stopped at first base. She admitted she was not a virgin (and I admitted that I was), but that she did not want our relationship to become sexual unless we were married. "Sandy, I really do want to get closer to you. I want to sleep with you. But I've made those kinds of mistakes before, and I'm never going to make them again." Six months later, one night at Cindy's beautiful loft apartment in the city, while we were smooching on her sofa, I could tell that she was getting extremely aroused. Her breathing was coming faster and faster. She seemed to be gurgling, groaning in frustration and anguish. Pushing me down on the couch, she climbed on top of me, and kissing me passionately, she began to gyrate her pelvis against my hip bone. Her hips thrust against me, faster and faster. She rubbed her pubic area against me, round and round, till finally she froze... arched her back... closed her eyes and gasped. After a blissful pause, she collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Finally she seemed to recover, pecked me on the lips, and said, "Darling, that was wonderful. I'm sorry, but I really needed that." She shook her head and giggled. "I feel like I practically raped you." A few days later, we took off to the beach for the weekend where we'd rented a motel room together. We spent a day sunning on the sand, swimming in the ocean, and eating fresh seafood on the boardwalk. That night as we strolled hand in hand down the beach in the moonlight, Cindy turned to me, hugged me with her arms around my waist, and said, "Sandy, will you marry me?" My heart soared like it was airborne. I was shocked, but this time I didn't have to think. I just reacted. "Yes. A thousand times yes," I said. "Oh darling, you've just made me the happiest woman in the world," Cindy said kissing me deeply. "Let's get married tomorrow. By the justice of the peace. In the morning we'll go shopping for rings, and by tomorrow night - we'll be husband and wife." "All right," I said happily. I felt so light-headed, it felt like I was floating in a dream. That night, in our motel room, Cindy put on a sexy, see-through white negligee, and slipped from her bed into mine. "Now that we're engaged," she said snuggling up beside me. "I don't see why we can't sleep together." "This is wonderful," I sighed as Cindy wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her. Somehow our body language felt reversed. Cindy was taller than me, and physically more dominating. The way she pulled my face to the nape of my neck... felt like the way I should be holding her. She held me like a man, with her arms wrapped around my shoulders, running her fingers through my long hair. Something felt backwards, but I sighed and just went with it. I never felt happier or more excited in my entire life. "Sweetie," Cindy said, climbing on top of me. "I suppose I'm still a little old fashioned, because I still don't think we should have sex until our wedding night. But, you are so cute, you have me so turned on..." Similar to the night on her couch in the city, she began to rub the crotch of her silk white panties against my hip bone. Listening to her, feeling her grinding against my body, sensing how wet she became, got me quite excited myself. I was wearing a pair of sweat pants, boys jockey shorts and a white t- shirt. My own sex began to rise, and as Cindy flailed up and down on my thigh, humping me like a dog, my penis began to rub up and down in my shorts. I wanted to thrust it against Cindy's side - but didn't dare. I was too afraid she might think I was perverted, especially since she said didn't want to have sex till our wedding night - tomorrow night! After about thirty minutes of steamy dirty dancing, eventually Cindy went into over-drive. Her breath came faster and faster, gasping in time with her pussy as it rubbed against my hip. Till finally she cried out softly - froze for long seconds - and collapsed on top of me. For a few minutes she lay, breathing in gasps like she'd just run a marathon. "Oh God, that was good," Cindy purred. "We are going to have so much fun in bed together. You have no idea my little cherub." She grabbed my cheeks and kissed me greedily, devouring my lips and invading me with her tongue. "Come here," Cindy said, moving a warm hand across my chest, and down my belly. "Did you like that? Is your thing... hard?" Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my green Eagles sweat pants... and teased the lip of my white jockey shorts. My entire body quivered in anticipation. "When we kiss... does it make you horny baby?" A lone fingernail explored inside my briefs... scratching at my thin pubic hair. "Oh Cindy, you know I love you so much!" I cried. "Yes pumpkin, I know. But you never try anything." She bit my earlobe. "It makes me wonder if you're really a man at all. Sometimes I think of you more like a girlfriend, than a boyfriend." "Really!?" I said sitting up a little in bed. "Yes," Cindy said pursuing me across the sheets, her hand diving into my jockey shorts. "I'm beginning to wonder if you really even have a penis." Her fingers closed around my erection. "Oh yes!" I gasped. "Oh no! You really are a girl! I can't find anything!" I froze. "What!? What are you talking about. Of course I have one!" She squeezed my erection tighter and tighter, like she had it in a vice. "No, no, I can't seem to find it." "Cindy, you're hurting me!" I squealed. "Oh, I'm sorry..," she giggled, releasing me. "Aw, my poor little baby." Gently she rubbed a finger beneath the tip. "I think maybe I found something." "Cindy, please don't tease me like this..." "My goodness," she whispered, rubbing her fingertip lightly up and down the shaft. "You do have one. Here it is. A little one... my girlfriend has a penis. And it's quite hard." All I could do was moan and groan as I tried thrusting my hips, to rub my aching peter against her hand. "It's so cute. Like a little baby penis. I feel like I want to put a bow around it," she laughed, giving my penis a parting pat, and withdrawing her hand. "Good night little peepee. I'll see you tomorrow night. We have a date. Now let's go to sleep." "What!?" "Come on," she said sliding her arm around my neck and drawing my face to her sheer white chemise and the outline of her smallish breasts. "Time for beddy bye." "But... but... you have me so turned on. What about me?" I pleaded nervously. "Tomorrow my darling," Cindy said kissing the top of my head. "Tomorrow I want you to make love to me. On our wedding night. You can do that for me, can't you baby? You can wait a few more hours, can't you?" "Yes, I suppose," I said gritting my teeth. Minutes later the rise and fall of Cindy's chest told me she was fast asleep. As I lay there beside her, my entire body was so charged up by her sweet touches, that the tent in my shorts was still throbbing. There was no way I was falling asleep. Not until a certain part of my anatomy let loose. Waiting till deep in the night, still in utter agony, unable to sleep, I slid my right hand slowly from my side to the front of my briefs. Slowly, careful not to wake Cindy, I began to stroke and fondle myself. The more excited I became, and the closer to orgasm, I began to lose control of my body, which began to shake and I began to moan as I was about to... "Just what do you think you are doing!?" Cindy cried. My movements had awakened her. Instantly she realized my intentions, and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you dare!" I was so close to cumming that for a few seconds, I tried to break free... just another few strokes and all the pent up energy inside of me would explode. "NO!" Cindy said, forcefully moving my hand aside. "Why not!?" I cried. "You had one," I said defiantly. "What, my fianc?e wants to masturbate, when he could have me?" "Cindy! It's not that at all! I just..." "You can't wait? You can't wait 24 hours to make love to your wife? Can't you control your own body?" "Cindy, I couldn't sleep! I thought if maybe I..." "That you what? That you jerked off into your panties?" "They're not panties, they're jockey shorts!" Completely mortified, I rolled away from her. I moved to the far side of the bed and lay with my back to her. Cindy chased after me. "Stop! You're behaving like a little girl." She reached her hand between my legs, grasping my aching erection. "What? You want to explode?" "YES!" She let go of my erection, and used both arms to twist me around and return me to nuzzling against her neck. "Stop it! Stop acting like a baby, or I'll treat you like one." "What, only you are allowed to have orgasms?" I whimpered. Cindy tapped a finger against my nose. "Someone has to be in control. Because you obviously have no discipline." For a minute I fumed. So this was the way it would be? I would be forced to submit to her will? This would be our marriage? The rest of my life... "Stop it," Cindy said, slapping my bottom playfully. "Stop behaving like a spoiled brat. And just go to sleep. I promise you my darling, that waiting will make everything all the sweeter for you tomorrow." I sighed. It appeared that this would be the life I had signed on for. It would be Cindy's way or the highway. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it. She was older, and smarter, and more powerful in the legal world... she had the better paying job... the nicer apartment, the better car, the better everything. "All right," I said, twisting my head and kissing Cindy's check. "Whatever you say dear." Cindy chuckled. "That is the proper reply my sweet strumpet. Good night my love." Good night my eye. Within ten minutes Cindy was soon fast asleep again, but here it was 3:00 a.m., and I am still wide awake! Just to be safe, I waited till 4:00 a.m., before attempting to finish relieving myself. As much as I wanted to wait till our wedding night, my body was wound up like a spring. There was just no way I was going to fall asleep, nor did I want to appear groggy and half-asleep on my wedding day, the happiest day of my life. I had to masturbate! Just to be on the safe said, I waited till 4:30 a.m. before attempting another espionage mission inside my underpants. As Cindy breathed evenly beside me, her arms wrapped about my shoulders, as careful as a soldier picking his way through a mine field, I began to stroke up and down. This time I was doubly careful not to lose control... not to shake the bed or disturb my very hard-headed fianc?e. This would be a controlled orgasm. A purely physical exercise so that I could get some shut-eye. "Just what on earth do you think you are up to missy!?" Good grief. "I can't believe you," Cindy said shaking her head. She climbed out of bed. "Where are you going? What are you doing?" I said fearfully, wanting to keep touching myself, but afraid of Cindy's wrath. The light went on in the bathroom. "I can't believe that I'm going to have to do this. But you've given me no choice." I heard her rummaging around in her purse. Cindy whisked back into the room, looking especially heart-stopping in her sheer white teddy that left so much of her gorgeous, curvaceous body bare. I nearly came in my underpants just looking at her. In her right hand she carried a white wash cloth. In her left a collection of clear plastic pieces. Pining me down on the bed with her elbow, she lay several clear curved pieces of plastic between my legs and yanked down my sweatpants and jockey shorts. Holding me like she was a lady wrestler, she pulled my clothes completely off, so that I was bottomless in bed beside her. Could it be she was going to finally let me have my way... maybe by performing oral sex on me... could it be that this delicious creature that was soon to be my wife was going to let me cum...? "I'm sorry it had to be this way," she said holding the white wash cloth against my testicles. It was filled with ice! "But you've given me no choice." I shrieked as she firmly held a handful of ice cubes against my painfully frustrated member. "Calm down, hush my pet," Cindy soothed. She pulled the ice away, examining my shrunken penis like an old prune. "Any smaller, I'll need a magnifying glass," she chuckled. "Cindy, that's not fair! Please don't talk about me that way! You're going to give me a complex." Cindy laughed, infinitely amused by my displeasure. "What? I'm only being honest my darling. It doesn't matter to me that you're on the small side. I've been with hung men before, and most of them are absolutely Neanderthals. No my princess. I much prefer your pretty little penis." Taking the pieces of clear plastic tubing from the bed she fit a contraption over and around my frozen, shriveled member. It looked sad, like a helmeted prisoner trapped in a tiny, barred cage. Cindy produced a tiny padlock and snapped it through a hole in the ring beneath my balls. "Don't worry, I have the key." "I don't understand. What ... why...?" "It's a CB-2000 chastity device." "But I can't..." "You can't masturbate, or even get hard when it's on. That will keep you under control until tomorrow." "You will take it off tomorrow," I said desperately. Cindy grinned and kissed me on the cheek. "Of course snookums. Tomorrow is our wedding night. I can't wait to let the little tiger loose." I tried to smile. All her comments about my endowment were starting to worry me. I wanted desperately to be able to make love to Cindy like any true man would. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy just the way she did when she humped her pelvis against my hipbone. I wanted desperately to be her man, her lover, the one that pleased her like no other. How could I want anything less? She was the ultimate woman. By this time it was 5:00 a.m. Saturday morning. At that point I actually fell off to sleep with my arms and legs entwined with Cindy's. She let me sleep till 11:00, at which time she woke me. I stretched and yawned. "Can you take that thing off me now?" Cindy sipped a Starbucks coffee. She was already dressed and had been out to fetch us breakfast. Eggs and pancakes steamed on the little motel room table. "Come eat first," Cindy said beckoning me to join her. "But I don't have any pants on." "Here," she said throwing me her short white silk robe. "Just put this on." "But this is yours. I have a robe," I said, meaning, I'd rather wear a man's robe than woman's clothes. "But mine will look so much sexier on you," Cindy grinned sitting and munching on an English muffin. To amuse her, and feeling awkward about the chastity device belted to my manhood, I quickly covered myself with her robe. I sat across from her and helped myself to a ham and cheese omelet. She'd gotten everything, orange juice, home fries, and even French toast down at the diner on the corner. "You look so cute," Cindy beamed across the table at me. "I love how your hair is getting longer. It's so pretty. I knew you'd have beautiful hair." I munched thoughtfully. "You're going to take this thing off after we're done eating? So I can get dressed..." "After you take your shower," Cindy said evasively. After my shower, Cindy said, "After you get dressed." "But I want it off now, so I can get dressed!" "Just leave it on for now. While we're out shopping, I don't want you trying to run to the men's room to wank yourself." "Cindy! I would never do that!" "I don't know, not after the way you behaved last night. I have a feeling you're a regular little masturbator. Do you masturbate a lot? More than once a day?" "Cindy!" I said red-faced. "Not at all! Never! Once a week that's all, if that much," I lied. Cindy chewed and nodded, seeing through me. "You're not a very good liar. I have a feeling you're probably playing with yourself a couple times a day. My fianc?, my husband to be, is a dirty little masturbator." "Cindy! Please don't talk that way!" "I think you need to leave that thing on there," Cindy said handing me a piece of white silk cloth. "You need to prove to me that you can be trusted." "What is this?" I asked looking a pair of women's lacey panties. "I want you to put them on." "What!? What on earth ever for!?" Looking exasperated, Cindy cried: "Will you just listen to me for once without an argument! Just put them on! I bought them especially for you. For this weekend. For our wedding day." "But for God's sake Cindy, women's underwear," I said looking at the tag, "from Victoria's Secrets?" "Go ahead, and just put them on." Feeling foolish I stepped into them and pulled them up. "They look ridiculous," I grumbled. And I did too, with that damnable cage fitted around my crotch. "Turn around. Look at your tush." I didn't realize it, but the material was completely see through in the rear. "They look adorable on you," Cindy giggled, patted my bottom, and told me to finish getting dressed. The rest of the day went exactly as Cindy directed. After breakfast in a tiny corner diner, we went into the first jewelry store we could find on the boardwalk. We held hands as we looked among the jewelry cases. Or rather as Cindy looked. She asked me my thoughts on a pear shaped diamond. "Just pick whatever you like," I said. She obviously knew more about jewelry than I did. "Whatever you want, is fine by me." "Are you sure?" Cindy said sharply. "Are you absolutely sure?" "Of course!" I said. "I don't know a thing about jewelry. Get what you want." "So what do you think of this pear shaped diamond? "I think it looks beautiful." "You would wear something like that?" My heart stopped. "That's a woman's ring." "I thought you didn't know anything about jewelry," she grinned. "I know enough to know that's a woman's ring. A man's wedding ring doesn't have a stone." "I'm going to wear the band. I want you to wear the stone. "But why!?" I cried. "I'm the man." Cindy chuckled. "Are you so certain of that... my little cupcake?" I clenched my fists, exasperated. "It's too expensive. It's five thousand dollars. I don't have that much money." In fact, I hardly had any money at all. Just $837 in the bank and $2200 in credit card bills. Cindy hugged me, infinitely amused. "You needn't worry about that. I'm taking care of everything. I have plenty of cash. So what will it be?" she asked softly. "Do you want me to get the salesperson or not?" "I hadn't expected you to want me to wear the woman's ring." "Darling," Cindy said, kissing my cheek, and waving to a smart looking business woman. "You're going to be the wife in this relationship. Haven't you figured that out yet?" "Cindy!" I cried. My eyes widened as the saleswoman smiled, amused by my fianc?'s comment. "Can I help you?" the woman smiled primly. I said nothing as Cindy pointed out the ring she wanted. The woman, whose nametag said "Rose" went to measure Cindy's ring finger. "No, no," she chuckled, "Sandy will wear that one. I want the matching wedding band. The gold one." The woman looked at me, a bit confused. "All right Miss. Let me have your ring finger." I wanted to die. I looked at Cindy horror struck. This stupid lady thought I was a woman. The glimmer in her eye was that she thought we were a couple of lesbians. Cindy read everything that was going on in my mind, and unseen by Rose, she slipped her arm around my waist and gave my bottom a playful pat. "Go ahead girlfriend." She gave me neck a gentle kiss. "I want to see how your engagement ring looks on you." Rose slipped the sample ring up my finger. "This should fit you." It fit beautifully. Cindy beamed as she moved my hand, admiring the way the stones glittered. "You'll want the wedding ring that goes with it," said Rose. "Yes we will," Cindy said softly, kissing me and squeezing me in joy. By the time we left the jewelry store, it was time for lunch. We ate at the friendly diner on the corner, and then went back to our motel room to put on our bathing suits and spend a few hours sunning on the beach. By that time I'd been wearing the clear, curved CB-3000 for several hours and had almost forgotten it was there. As I undressed, I grimaced as I looked down at myself. Hastily I removed the white silk panties Cindy had me wear. "Can't you take it off now!?" I pleaded. "Haven't I proven myself yet? I can't wear this under my bathing suit, it will show. Everyone will be able to see." "Do you really care so much what other people think?" Cindy said loftily. "What about what I think? I'm the one you're marrying. Not everyone else. I'm the one you're going to live with." "That reminds me," I asked. "Where are we going to live when we go back. Your place or mine?" She laughed as if I'd just made a joke. "Mine of course. Here, put this on." "Good Lord! I'm not wearing a woman's one piece bathing suit! Cindy, this is going too far!" "But look at the bottom Its got a fringe. If you're so nervous about someone seeing your chastity belt under your boy's bathing suit, just wear this. Or how about this?" She rummaged through her clothes in a drawer, withdrawing a bright orange towel. "Wrap it around your little boy's speedo like a sari and wear it like that. No one will notice." I handed her the one-piece back. After I pulled on my navy blue speedo, she wrapped the orange cloth around my waist like a skirt. Grudgingly, I went along. What else could I do? We found a good spot on the beach near the surf, where we could enjoy watching the other sunbathers and walk to the water. Occasionally when she got too hot and sweat began to bead on her perfectly proportioned body, Cindy bid me join her in the waves. "No, I'm not that hot," I said nervously. I was afraid to take off my sari, lest anyone notice the oversized bulge in my bathing suit. "You're afraid," Cindy said shaking her head in amusement. "You're afraid someone will see the huge bulge in your crotch... and think you've got a big package." "Well... I wasn't really afraid of that..." "Good. Then come join me. You only have to walk from our towels to the water. No one is going to notice. And if they do, they're just going to think that you're hung like a Doberman. That's all." Blushing, but encouraged, I got up and let the sari drop. Quite playfully, Cindy's eyes went right to the curved bulge in my speedo. Play acting, her eyes widened, and she held her hands to her cheeks. "Oh my Lord! You're hung like King Kong," she said loudly. Then she ran off laughing to dive into the waves, where she swam like a fish. Feeling awkward, like I was walking funny, I hurried down to the water's edge where cautiously I followed Cindy into the surf. I'd never learned to swim, and Cindy moved through the water like an Olympic champion. "Come on," she called. "Come on out here. It's not that deep! You just float with the waves." I clung to the waist deep water, where I got pounded and knocked down by the waves over and over. But it was better than drowning, or getting eaten by sharks. Feeling refreshed, her hair dripping, she emerged from the water like Aphrodite on a half shell... or maybe more like a James Bond girl in a hot orange bikini... with curvaceous hips and a pair of single scoop ice cream cup sized breasts. "That was fun!" Cindy said throwing herself down on her towel. "Put some sun tan lotion on my back, will you honey bear?" "Sure," I said, re-wrapping the sari around my waist. I'd caught a couple of girls on the next set of beach towels staring at my crotch and whispering. Sitting on Cindy's rump, I rubbed #15 sun block on my girlfriend's strong shoulders. "I didn't realize you had all of these muscles in your back," I said massaging creamy liquid across her pink flesh. "I swam on my high school and college swim teams," she said, arms crossed under her chin. "And I still swim, in the master's program at the YMCA twice a week. It helps to keep me in shape." I dare say it did. In her bathing suit, at 5'10" and me at 5'5" and scrawny as can be, I felt my insides shudder slightly as I realized that my girlfriend, my wife-to-be, was undoubtedly more physically powerful than I was. Mentally, morally, financially, and now even physically, I realized this woman had me beat. We left the beach around 3:00 and went back to our motel room to shower and get changed. "We'll get married, then we'll go get some dinner," Cindy said, then looked at me sadly. "I hope you don't feel like you're being cheated out of a big wedding." "No! Not at all. I never cared for all the fuss people make This is much better. More personal and private." "Good," Cindy purred as she stripped off her bathing suit and padded naked into the bathroom. I followed, leaving my speedo on, not wanting to walk around in my embarrassing cage. Standing behind her, I watched her lean over into the tub to turn on the shower spigots. When she did I noticed the deep line lines around her back and bottom where her bikini had covered her pearly white flesh. God, what a lucky man I was! Looking at her round white ass, it's perfectly engineered shape, made my insides flutter. I gasped, and moaned in pain, as my penis tried to rise and ran into the bars of it's chastity cage. Cindy glanced over her shoulder at my pained expression. "Take off your bathing suit and get in with me." "When are you going take this thing off me!?" I whined as I pushed my speedo to the floor. There was no hiding the way my member had swollen and was pressed up against the clear bars of the CB-2000. Cindy climbed into the shower, and pulled me in after her. The water felt heavenly after being outside in the sun all day. It cascaded over Cindy's apple-sized white breasts, and coursed in little rivulets across her tanned shoulders. Taking the soap, she handed it to me with a wash cloth and told me to scrub her body. As I did so, being this close, feeling her wet, warm body rubbing against mine, I continued to whimper and moan as my captured little prisoner throbbed in its cage. Cindy took the soap and wash cloth from me, and took her turn cleaning me. When she got to my crotch, she lathered up my restrained organ thoroughly, by the end of which I was practically begging her to please release me. "Cindy, I've had it on all night and all day! Please, you've got to let me out!" "What, so you can play with yourself. Not a chance. You can wait a few more hours," she said giving my swollen testicles a parting slap. After we'd dried each other off, and went to get dressed, I discovered that the maid must have knocked a cup of coffee onto all my clothes in my suitcase. "This is what I was going to wear tonight! It's my best shirt and slacks! And now they're ruined." "That is a shame," Cindy said shrugging. "I can't wear my bathing suit to get married," I groaned. "Well, I brought plenty of clothes. You can wear something of mine," Cindy said hopefully. "NO! I'm not wearing women's clothes to get married! We can run back to the shops. I'll buy something. I'll put it on my credit card." "I thought you said you'd reached your credit limit?" "Cindy, you've got to help me. I'll pay you back." Shaking her head no, my fianc?e rummaged through her drawer and selected a pair of white Capri pants and a white blouse. "These will fit you just fine. I was going to wear them out to dinner later. But I can just keep on my dark business suit." Mortified, but not knowing what else to do, I let Cindy dress me in another pair of white panties, her white slacks and a sheer white sleeveless blouse. "With all the color you got today on the beach, it looks marvelous on you," she said giving me a kiss on the lips. "It's just a shame you don't have better sandals, and my heels are all too big for you. You've got very dainty feet for a man." Once we were dressed, Cindy called me into the bathroom where I sat on the commode as she put on a little makeup. She did her eyes, rouged her cheeks slightly, and then slapped on some lipstick. "Come here for a minute. Stand up. I want to put some eye makeup on you." "Cindy! Now that's just going a bit too far." "You must not have slept very well last night. You've got dark circles under your eyes. I just want to put a little foundation and power on you. You don't have to wear eye shadow or mascara... although a little eyeliner would bring out your green eyes quite nicely." Whimpering, unable to say a word, I stood silently as Cindy dabbed brushes beneath and around my eyes. "Let me look." "Not yet. Not until I'm done." "What are you doing? I though you were just taking care of the dark circles. Why are you doing that to me?" "It's just a little mascara and a little powder. Relax. You look adorable." Walking down the street to city hall, I felt as nervous as a young altar boy at a priest's convention. Wearing women's clothes and eye makeup I felt like everyone had to be staring at me, laughing at the boy in girl's clothes. "Will you just relax," Cindy said taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. "You look half scared to death. No one is going to beat you up. No one cares." Cindy was right. People either paid me no mind at all, or if they did, they just looked at me and smiled, some rather warmly. The wedding service included more surprises. The city mayor said his spiel, and we exchanged vows, only Cindy jumped in first and said the man's vows, leaving me to repeat those of the wife. Feeling utterly beaten, I just went along. When we were finished, a balding fat man in a pin-striped suit announced us "man and wife." When we kissed, Cindy nearly devoured me. Her hands were all over my body. "Cindy!" I cried breaking away, trying to catch my breath. The mayor hid a smile. From city hall we went to a fancy restaurant in a casino and had a romantic, candle lit dinner. As we ate we both had a few drinks, and I was feeling slightly tipsy. Even the fact that the waiter seemed to think that I was a girl, and kept calling me "Miss," didn't even bother me. I found myself laughing along with Cindy, who found the entire situation entirely "perfect." After dessert, we walked down to the beach, kicked off our shoes and walked barefooted along the sand under a starry sky. At the water's edge we kissed. On the soft sand, with Cindy so much taller than me, I found myself going up on tip-toes to reach her. "Do you want me to let the little soldier out now?" she asked softly. "Here. Would you like to make love to me on the beach?" I looked around quickly. We seemed to be alone. "Oh my God yes Cindy! I would love nothing better in the whole world." "Take off your pants," she said. Afraid of being spotted, but at that point I would have taken my clothes off in the middle of Main Street if it meant finally making love to my beloved spouse. I dropped my women's white slacks to my ankles, and pushed my panties down to my knees. Cindy removed her necklace, and using a small key, unlocked the CB-2000, and put the pieces safely in her purse. With a sly smile, doing a little dance, my alluring partner, shed all of her clothes. Naked in the moonlight, she looked incredible. Like a vision. A goddess. "Come here big boy," Cindy said playfully. Getting down on her knees on the sand, she waved her beautiful fanny at me. And then it just happened. I was so turned on... I'd been teased and tormented for almost 24 hours... and it just happened. The mere sight of Cindy's incredibly voluptuous, perfect body caused my body to just explode. Without even touching her or myself, huge gobs of semen began spurting everywhere. "Oh my goodness!" Cindy said incredulously, feeling a shower of droplets hitting her bare bottom. I cried out in relief, frustration, and shame as the last spurts faded away, and a long line of clear goo dripped from the tip of my stiffy. "I can't believe that just happened," Cindy said standing. She looked at the splotches of semen dripping down her skin. Eyes knit seriously, she explained she needed to get cleaned off, and ran naked to the surf where she slashed water on her body, cleaning my mess. By the time she came back she looked furious. I'd already pulled up my panties and my slacks, and stood there stammering. "I-I'm really sorry Cindy! I couldn't help myself! You made me wear that thing for so long, and I was so excited." "You didn't even touch me!" she cried getting dressed. "That was supposed to be something special. Something scared. This was going to be our big romantic love-making on the beach. How could you do this on our wedding night!" Once fully clothed she stormed off the beach in the direction of the motel. She remained silent the entire walk, while I blubbered and whined, trying to apologize. As she opened the door to our room, she said firmly, "This isn't baseball. You don't get three strikes with me. You'll get one more chance in bed. And if you can't perform, we'll do it my way." "W-What?" I stammered. "What do you mean your way?" "If you can't do any better," Cindy said shutting the door and stripping off her clothes. "You'll find out. Now take off your clothes." We climbed into bed together. With her strong arms, Cindy lifted me up on top of her, positioning me between her muscular thighs. "Come on. Get it hard." For some odd reason, now I was having the opposite problem. I felt there was all this pressure on me to perform, and for some insane reason my penis just refused to get aroused. "Good Lord," Cindy laughed. "On the beach you came in like five seconds. And now you can't even get it up. You have to admit, cupcake... you're really not very much of a man, are you?" "But I really do want to make love to you!" "Not like this, you aren't," Cindy said giving my useless flesh a squeeze. "It looks like I am going to have to play the man in bed as well," she said climbing from the mattress and going to her drawers. I watched as she pulled on a black leather harness around her waist. "What are you doing?" I asked, still jiggling my soft, frightened penis. Before my astonished eyes, I watched as she pulled out a large, life-like looking plastic phallus and strapped it to the harness around her waist. "Cindy, you can't be serious!!" Posing with her hands on her hips, my wife grinned devilishly. "What's the matter? Jealous? Because I have a bigger cock?" "I-I don't understand..." I stammered. "Assume the position. Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed." "Cindy! Please no!" "Oh yes. We are going to make love tonight my little flower. I'd hoped to introduce you to the strapon later, but I suppose our wedding night is the best time to get you used to the way things are going to be in bed between us." She climbed onto the mattress behind me, where I knelt on hands and knees, looking back at her over my shoulder, terrified of the way the huge monster between her legs was bobbing up and down menacingly. "What, afraid it's too big?" Cindy said, waving her cock up and down, slapping it against the crack of my ass. "Don't worry," she said squirting a handful of KY Jelly into her palm and using it to lubricate her 8" strapon, "I'll be gentle with you this first time snookums." She chuckled. "Look at it this way... at least one of us is losing their virginity on their wedding night. I'll bet you never thought it would be you." "Please don't do this to me," I said, near tears. "You were meant to be my blushing bride." My wife rubbed the head of her phallus against my backside, searching for my tiny opening. She found it. With a thrust of her hips the head tore open my tight little cherry. I screamed. "Try to relax little one," she said soothingly, stroking my back gently. "It will be over in just a minute. I know how this must feel to be taken like this by your wife for the first time..." When I tried to wiggle away, Cindy grabbed my hips with both hands. Firmly pushing her pelvis forward, at the same time she pulled me back onto her cock. The head and then the shaft began sliding inside my narrow passageway. I let loose a high pitch wail that I never would have thought capable of coming out of me. "Oh my God, you are turning me on so much," Cindy said behind me throatily. Insistently, she plowed forward, shoving the rest of her thick strapon cock all the way inside me. I knew when she was fully imbedded, when I felt her pendulous lifelike balls slap against my own useless member. I was in such agony, I cried and bleated like a bleeding lamb. Struggling to get away, I slipped out of her grasp, and fell to my tummy on the bed. She followed, leading with her missile shaped attachment. As I lay there squirming beneath her on the mattress, the blunt snout of her strapon found my slippery opening, and forced it's way back inside. I screamed and writhed beneath her, impaled to the core. "It hurts!" I cried, a mist forming in my eyes. "Hush now, unless you want everyone in the rooms around you to know you're getting fucked," Cindy said laying on top of my back, fully imbedded within me. "Take deep breaths." Crying, trying to do as she said, breathing deeply, slowly I felt the burning in my rectum begin to subside as the tight muscles there began to relax and loosen. When finally I calmed down, with a kiss to the back of my neck, Cindy began to gyrate her pelvis against my bottom. When the length of her shaft slid across my previously untouched prostate gland, I let out a loud sigh. "I think I found the spot," Cindy chuckled. She continued at the same angle, driving her mighty cock in and out of my ass. The harder and faster she pounded, incredibly I found myself growing aroused. My earlier impotence disappeared. Red faced and confused, I gasped as my own little penis stiffened against the sheets. As she slapped against me, Cindy reached between my legs and cupped my throbbing erection in her warm palm. "Your body betrays you little one," she whispered against the back of my ear. As she continued to make love to me, she stroked my excited organ. At first I feared I would cum right away. My cries grew louder and louder as I grew closer to the edge, all of which seemed to excite Cindy even further. Together we thrashed, humped, and bucked on the bed like two crazy people, and insane as it sounds, we crossed the bridge simultaneously... together we orgasmed... each of us screaming out loudly as our bodies exploded. Later, afterwards, after Cindy had made me run, weak-kneed to the bathroom for clean wash clothes and towels, and I'd cleaned and kissed her weapon, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me passionately. She patted my bottom as she grinned at me. "I think you're going to enjoy being my pretty wife." I sighed. In the comfort of her strong arms, my body still trembling from what had just happened, I surrendered. Right then and there I completely gave up any notions that I would wear the pants in this marriage, or that I would play the role of Cindy's husband. On the contrary, she would take the lead that she so rightfully deserved in all things between us. When we returned to the city I got rid of my apartment, sold all of my things, and moved in with Cindy. In a month Cindy bought us a house on a couple of acres an hour's drive from the law firm. I did all the cooking and the housework. In two months, Cindy convinced me to quit my job. By three months she'd thrown away all of my male clothes, and I was dressing entirely as a female. Who would have thought that Cindy would turn out to be a lesbian. Of sorts. She says she wants me to become as feminine as possible. That the more feminine I become, the more she loves me. Cindy has me exploring doctors and hormone treatments. She says she wants me to get electrolysis to get rid of the few stray strands of hair on my face, and that possibly I should consider implants. "I don't think you should have sexual reassignment surgery," she said. "That is, unless at some point your little carrot stops working entirely, and you decide you want a vagina." What else can I say, but, "Whatever you want dear."