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Chapter 1.
It was finally his special day and Adam Westwood couldn't have been
happier. Today was the day that he was getting married. He would be going
from a simple Diplomat's sissy son to that of the sissy-wife of the
Secretary of State for the nation of Russia. It was a day that he'd been
looking forward to for the past year.
Adam sighed softly, a gentle smile turning up his lips as he looked
around at the room around him. It was known as the preparation room and
was furnished as such. There were soft lace curtains over the windows,
preventing anyone from seeing inside. The floors were covered in thick
pink carpet and the walls were completely bare. There was a rack for any
clothing that would've been hung there. Against one wall was a vanity
mirror with all types of makeups sitting on the table in front of it.
Also, there was a little seat in front of the vanity for him to sit in.
That was where he was at that very moment, applying a thin layer of pink
lipstick to his full, luscious lips. While he did this, he looked at
himself in the mirror, and to be honest, he could see why women had found
him so attractive over the years.
He stood at five foot two and was slender of build though he did have a
toned body. He had long, sweeping black hair that he wore in pigtails on
either side of his head and emerald green eyes set in a heart shaped,
tanned face. He wore a black and pink leather corset with a silver zipper
up the front of it, a pair of pink lace boy cut panties, thigh high pink
and black stockings, and three inch pink and black high heels.
None would've looked at Adam strangely for this was the attire of sissies
on the day of their wedding. This was the outfit that they greeted their
future Husband's with, showing their complete and utter devotion to them.
The sissies in the audience would be dressed much the same, though none
of them would look as good as he did.
No one took away from the Bride's beauty.
As he finished his makeup, the twenty year old sissy laid down the tube
and stared at his reflection and smiled. He began to reflect upon how
he'd met his soon to be Husband, provider, and protector, Natasha
Pachenko.
His mother, Natalie Westwood, was a Diplomat for the United States of
America. She had once been a Governor of California, but she'd grown more
ambitious. She'd managed to become a Whitehouse Aide, and from there, her
career was set. When the next administration took power, Natalie Westwood
was assigned as the American Ambassador to Russia in Moscow.
Adam had just graduated from the Academy at that time and had gone with
his mother like a good unmarried sissy does. He found that he liked
Moscow much better than he did Washington D.C. It was cleaner, stronger,
and the people weren't as pretentious.
Besides that, the women were far stronger and far more handsome. That was
always a plus for a sissy looking for some fun.
Mother had told him that he would be attending a party with him that the
Secretary of State was throwing for the new Ambassador. Under female
leadership, the nations of Russia and America had come to respect and
help one another. He'd dressed up in his finest attire, and when he'd
arrived, the first person that he'd seen was Natasha Pachenko.
She stood at six foot three and broadly muscled despite her many years in
politics. He'd heard that she'd once been a soldier and Spetsnaz at that.
From her body, he could believe that. She had nape length dark hair and
crystal blue eyes that could pierce you right to your soul. She was very
fond of black suits that fit her nicely, making her look even more
dignified than anyone else that he'd ever met in his entire life.
Mother had introduced the two of them, they had a few drinks, and they
danced nearly the entire night. After that, Natasha had called on his
mother without his knowing and had asked for his ass in marriage.
Considering the other woman's status, Natalie had said yes, and when she
saw her son, she was all too fond to tell him so.
Over the past year, there had been many plans made, mostly by Adam
himself as well as his best friend Marcus, his younger brother Allan, and
his older brother Billy. Coincidentally enough, all three men were his
bride's maids with his friend Marcus serving as his Maid of Honor.
Today was a special day for him and he could hardly wait. He wanted
nothing more than to make sure that this wedding was perfect for his soon
to be Husband so that she would be pleased. After all, an unhappy Husband
was a punishing Husband. That was what his mother had always said anyway
and he'd seen her handiwork on his father as well as her many mistresses
over the years to believe her.
Suddenly, he was broken from his reverie when the door opened behind him.
He looked in the mirror and saw that his mother had stepped into the
room, leaving the door open behind her. Sissies had no right to privacy
after all, not even on their wedding days. This was something that he'd
known practically from birth when he'd walked into the living room as a
small child and saw his father on his knees, worshipping his mother's
large cock. She'd merely smiled at him, winked, and said that one day he
would be doing the same.
And she'd been right just as women always were.
He took a moment to take in his mother's features, finding her to be
quite the handsome woman. She stood at six foot six and with a lanky
build. She had short cut black hair much like his own, laying back in a
sweep on top of her head and fierce black eyes set in a stern face. She
wore a white button up shirt, a black silk tie, black slacks that fit her
nicely, and a pair of black expensive loafers.
The Ambassador shook her head as she walked into the room, staring at her
son. She didn't look displeased, but he couldn't honestly tell from this
angle. Remembering his manners when in the presence of a female, he rose
daintily from his seat and turned to face her. Without looking at her
face, he kneeled down in front of her, his green eyes on her shoes.
Adam had spent much of his life in this position, from the age of one and
up. He could remember the day that he'd been ordered into the living room
at the age of twelve. His father had been there as well as his baby
sister - though he could hardly call her that when she was much taller
and stronger than he was. It was on that day that she'd pronounced that
he was one step closer to sissyhood and it was on that day that she'd
presented him with his first thong. He still remembered how it felt
brushing against his little clit and the string between the vales of his
heart shaped, tight ass.
It had been a proud day for him, showing his mother his submission to the
superior gender.
"Not bad," Natalie said in a slightly bored tone of voice, snapping him
out of his reverie. He resisted the urge to look up, wanting to ask her
what he'd done wrong. However, he continued to stare at her shoes, his
body on display for her. After all, it was up to her to make sure that he
was presentable for his Husband. "But you've forgotten something, my
dear sissy slut."
Adam tried to resist asking, but his nature wouldn't allow him too. He
was just too curious for his own good. "What did I forget, Mother?" he
asked, still staring at her shoes and hoping that she wouldn't punish him
for his speaking out of turn. After all, she hadn't asked him for his
voice, and in the past, she would've trounced him for such an
undisciplined act. He only hoped that she would make an exception for
today since it was his wedding day.
"One of the center ingredients of a marriage is the submission of the
male to the female," Natalie told him as if that hadn't been drilled into
his brain from day one at the Academy and even at home. He said nothing
however and he watched as she walked around him. He noticed that she
stopped right behind him and he perked his ass out a little more for her
inspection. "And one of the many signs of male submission is a beet red
ass during the ceremony of marriage."
The sissy gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. He'd known that all
along, but in his excitement, he'd forgotten completely. He couldn't
believe that he'd forgotten something so vital to the marriage ceremony.
And there was no way that he could make up for it now. His Maid of Honor
- the one that was supposed to make sure that his ass was thoroughly red
for the ceremony - was already at the altar, waiting for the entire thing
to begin.
He heard his mother laugh softly from behind him. Then, he felt her hand
on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "No need to fret, my little slut,"
she said with a little laugh in his ear. Then, she nipped at it softly
with her teeth before leaning back away. "I shall help you out. After
all, I can't give you away with a white ass. I would be the laughing
stock of Moscow and the entire Embassy."
Before he could say anything, he felt himself being lifted, and because
of the pain in his right pigtail, he knew that she was picking him up
using that appendage. Suddenly, he found himself laid over his mother's
lap while she was sitting on the small seat that he'd just been sitting
in. He didn't even touch the ground with his hands or feet, knowing that
he was supposed to make sure that he looked like the helpless male that
he was.
The first swat came out of nowhere and he let loose a loud yelp of pain,
his backside already stinging. He heard his mother chuckle as she began
to spank him in tandem, choosing to leave his boy cut panties on instead
of taking them off. He was secretly glad for that.
"This brings back memories," Natalie said from over him with a chuckle
and another quick swat to his ass, leaving another stinging sensation. He
hissed, no longer making any more noise other than the occasional moan.
Besides that, he could feel a very noticeable bulge pressing against his
stomach, and with all the times that he'd been punished over the years,
he knew exactly what that meant: his mother was getting aroused.
A few more agonizing minutes later, his mother finally stopped spanking
him. He was panting in pain, but none of his makeup had run thank the
Goddess. "You may get up now," She told him with a smile, sitting back.
Hearing this, he took a breath and he put his hands on the ground. Then,
he allowed his legs to fall out of his mother's laps and he stood up,
staring at the ground in front of her. "Why don't you take a look at that
ass of yours in your mirror? It's very presentable for your Husband now."
Unsure that he could walk but knowing not to disobey his mother, Adam
moved to the side and the vanity mirror. He turned around and looked back
over his shoulder. His ass - all of it that could be seen - was beet red.
He had no doubt that the small amount of his backside that was hidden
from view by the boy cut panties was red as well though maybe a little
less light.
"Natasha will be delighted to see that. Now, let me help you with this
gag," Natalie told him in a delighted tone of voice. He'd never heard the
voice out of his mother before so he looked to her with a confused
expression. She smiled and shook her head. "Don't give me that look. I'm
happy that I get to sell you to a Husband instead of a Brothel or a Strip
Club which let's be honest, isn't much different."
The sissy nodded his head, knowing that much was true. There were several
different things that happened to unmarried men. Men who couldn't find a
Husband were usually committed to the Brothels or the Strip Clubs or even
one of the multi-purpose services. However, things weren't so good for
the divorced sissy-wife either. When a woman divorced her sissy, she had
the option of sending him to the brothels or to the prison system for
life. Mothers or other female relatives were allowed to interfere, but
they rarely did.
His attention was drawn to his mother when she picked up the item in
front of her on the desk. She smiled as she held the ball-gag by the
thick black leather strap, the pink ball on it small enough to fit in his
mouth.
The ball-gag had a very specific function in a wedding ceremony. It was
for the bride's mouth, to keep him silent during the proceedings. The
opinion or outbursts of sissies not wanting to marry a specific Husband
could be very embarrassing for the sissies' female relatives. So, the
ball-gag was introduced into the marriage ceremonies to keep the sissies
quiet as they always should be when in the presence of women unless they
were spoken to.
His mother walked over to him and she held the pink ball of the gag up to
his mouth. He opened his mouth and she shoved it in. He bit down on the
ball, keeping it there. Then, his mother gripped the straps and hooked
them behind his head. Beyond that, he wasn't allowed to touch the ball-
gag.
The Ambassador took a step back to examine him for a moment. He stood
there, dressed to the nines and looking down at her shoes. He didn't know
what she would say or what she would do, but he knew that he had no
choice but to accept it in silence. At that very moment, he was still her
legal property, and if she wanted to, she could call the marriage off.
"Oh you are so beautiful, my son," Natalie said, surprising him so much
that he looked up and into her eyes. He stared at her, not sure what to
think of what she'd just said. She'd always said that he looked slutty or
fuckable, but beautiful? Never had she said such a thing. "I almost
regret giving permission to Natasha to take your ass in marriage. Enough
of that though, come on. We wouldn't want to keep your Groom waiting, now
would we?"
Adam knew the answer to that question: hell no. One never wanted to piss
off a woman. Women were the most deadly and powerful creatures on the
earth. It was better to be subservient to them than to be their enemies.
His mother offered one of her arms and he smiled up at her. He took her
arm and allowed her to lead him to the door. She opened the door and they
both left the room, stepping into his bright future as a sissy-wife.
Chapter 2.
Secretary of State, Natasha Pachenko stood in the front of the alter,
waiting for her bride patiently. She knew how men could be. They took a
very long time getting ready, and considering that it was Adam's wedding,
she was sure that he would take longer than usual. Oh well, it didn't
matter to her. The only reason that she was even going through with a
ceremony was to have it legally witnessed. She just wanted to get to the
good parts: like fucking and disciplining her soon to be sissy-wife.
She grinned at those thoughts, her cock already rock hard in her pants.
She got so little time to herself it was hard sometimes to remember that
she was just another woman like any other woman. She had needs, and to
satisfy those needs, she needed a sissy-wife. That was the role that Adam
was going to fill and she would make sure that he enjoyed his role.
The Secretary turned her head and looked at the woman that stood in the
very front of the entire thing. A dark haired, fierce looking Priestess
of Gaia. She would be the one to bind him to her in legal matrimony,
bounds that he could never escape unless she allowed it. She liked that
very much and she was so happy that she'd been born a woman.
She turned to look around the small temple and smiled at the sights.
There were rows of cushioned benches on the left which was where the
women in their suits sat, comfortable among one another in their suits.
On the right, there were hard wood benches with the sissies sitting on
that side, not quite as comfortable. The reason why they weren't as
comfortable was because of the fact that their seats had phallic devices
embedded in them and they had to sit on the phallic device during the
entire ceremony. The only relief the males would get would be when she
accepted Adam as her sissy-wife. Then, they could begin to ride and fuck
the phallic devices until they climaxed. The sound that their asses made
on the wood was why this had selected as their duty: clapping.
Natasha was drawn from her reverie at the sound of wedding bells,
signaling that the bride was coming. She straightened a smile on her face
as she looked towards the long alley created between the segregated
benches. Then, Adam appeared there, a smile on his pretty, feminine face
as he walked beside his mother down the aisle.
Reaching the end of the aisle, the Ambassador smiled and gave her son one
last kiss on the mouth as well as a pop on his ass before she went to
take her seat in the front. She took the slender hand of her sissy-
bride, a smile on her face at the gagged mouth. He smiled to her before
they turned to face one another and he sank to his knees in front of her,
his bare knees on the smooth marble of the alter.
After several minutes of listening to the Priestess of Gaia droning on
and on about submission, loyalty, blah blah blah, the priestess finally
got to the good part.
"You may take off the Gag," the Priestess said with a smile on her face,
closing the red book in her hands of which she'd been reading. Then, she
took a step back, allowing the couple the rest of the ceremony.
The Secretary reached down behind his neck and pulled the ball-gag free,
pulling it from his mouth. Then, he leaned forward with his open mouth,
unzipping her slacks with his teeth just as ceremony permit. With that
done, she pushed them slightly down, exposing her hard, fat cock for him.
He smiled up at her, love and lust in his eyes. Then, he leaned forward
and kissed the head of her penis just as the pictures were taken, showing
his submission to her.
It was at that very moment that the other sissies began to bounce up and
down their dildoes, moaning loudly. The sounds of their moans as well as
the flesh of their asses bouncing on the wood filled the aisle and she
smiled at the sight. She tucked her cock away and reached down, picking
up her new bride, one arm behind his head and one under his knees.
With the applause still going, Natasha carried her new bride down the
aisle and out the front doors of the Gaian Temple. She walked right
towards the open door of the limo that she rented and smiled at her new
sissy-wife as she got in with him, the doors closing behind them. She
held him in her strong arms and he looked up at her with trust, love, and
need.
"Today, you will know what it means to be a sissy," Natasha told him with
a smile, and to silence anything that the stupid male mouth might say to
ruin the moment, she leaned in and kissed him with all the passion that
she had for him.
Chapter 3.
Less than an hour later, Adam was walking up the huge marble steps of his
new Husband's estate. The house was huge, probably about five stories
tall. No doubt she would have sissy-maids to take care of the house this
size. Surely he wouldn't have to do it all...would he?
If I do, then that is my duty, he thought to himself, remembering all of
his mother's lessons and his training. A man's place was to do what a
woman asks of him, even if he doesn't want to. After all, men were
servants of the Goddess of the Earth, Gaia, and she spoke through the
females of their species to guide males down the right path to their
submission and a better life.
The sissy looked over at his Husband and took in a breath. The things
that she'd done to him in the car...they were amazing. However, she hadn't
done anything that qualified as sex. That could only mean good things for
his sexual future with her. Maybe she would denounce having sex with
other sissies just for him. He doubted it since no woman in recent
history had had just one sissy-wife without a boi toy on the side or a
few actually.
He would just have to endear himself to his Husband the old fashioned
way: by sucking up to her.
"This house is really pretty," Adam told her as she opened the door and
he walked inside with her standing right by his side. She looked at him
with a raised brow as they stood in the empty foyer, but she said
nothing. Frowning a little, he moved closer to her, pressing his slender
form against her much large one, her hand dipping low to between her
legs, caressing the bulge there. He looked up into her eyes with a
flirtatious grin. "Where is everyone?"
The Secretary groaned softly and grinned down at him. "Don't worry about
my maids or my security. You will meet them soon enough. I gave them the
night off so we could have some alone time together," She said with a
wide grin, pressing her cock more firmly into his hand. He moaned, loving
the feeling of her she-dick and he licked his lips, his little clit
beginning to tingle. "Let me show you to my bedroom of which you will be
a guest tonight."
The sissy grinned but said nothing as she grabbed his hand and yanked him
through rooms. He didn't even have time to take in anything that he saw.
Oh well, he could get a good look later when she was at work or they took
a break. For now, he was going to enjoy himself.
She pulled him up a flight of stairs and rushed down the hallway.
Reaching a door, she practically kicked it open. Once the door was open,
she turned and pulled him tightly into her strong arms. Her lips pressed
against his passionately, making him moan into her mouth as her tongue
pushed into her mouth. Her hands found his ass and she slapped it with
both hands. He let loose a squeal inside of her mouth, but she ignored it
as she grabbed his ass and lifted him into the air. Like any good sissy,
he wrapped his legs around her hips and she carried him to the bed, her
lips never leaving his.
She broke the kiss as she lay him back on the bed, laying between his
thighs. She grinned down at him as she grabbed the zipper of his corset.
She yanked it down, peeling it from his slender, feminine body. She
groaned at the sight of his body and pressed her clothed erection against
his thigh. He moaned and reached out with desperate hands, grabbing at
her cock and she moaned when he found it.
"Please fuck me," Adam said in a breathy voice, looking right up into her
eyes as he massaged her large cock inside of her slacks. Her dark eyes
stared into his own and he felt the intensity of her stare, making him
feel even more vulnerable. "Please fuck my boi pussy. I want you to own
me like the little sissy slut I am."
Natalie groaned a very bestial groan at hat. Then, she grabbed his boy
cut panties and she tore them to pieces, throwing it aside, revealing his
body. He watched it go, a little disappointed. He'd planned on giving
those to his first born son when he got married. Oh well.
He was snapped from his reverie when she started to undress. Coat, tie,
shirt, belt, slacks, and shoes. All came off in seconds, revealing her
well defined body, the tattoo bespeaking of her time in Spetsnaz, the
Russian military's Special Forces, displayed just above her large cock.
Adam moaned at the sight of her cock and reached for it. Before he could
get to it though, she grabbed his hand and smirked down at him. She tsked
at him, and using her grasp on his hand, flipped him over onto his front.
He was staring at the bed, blinking, not sure what was happening. Before
he could say anything, she'd grabbed his other wrist and had it pinned
behind his back as well.
Suddenly, he heard a snicking sound behind him. The sissy turned his head
as much as he could in his position and he saw that she'd produced a pair
of titanium handcuffs from nowhere. She grinned down at him before
snapping them around his slender wrists, pinning them behind his back.
"There, now I can make sure that you keep your hands off, you naughty
slut," Natasha told him with a laugh and a playful pop to his once again
red ass. He stared at her, not sure what to make of it. "Your sister told
me about the problems you had about grabbing women's dicks from the age
of ten on up. Now, I'm making sure that the only dick you grab is mine
and only when I want you too."
With that, she flipped him back over onto his back, making him blink in
surprise. His arms were pinned under his back and it was a little
unpleasant, but he wasn't about to say anything about it. She grinned
even wider down at him before grabbing him behind the knees, pushing them
up as she moved to her knees. She pushed the head of her she-cock inside
of his boi pussy for the first time, making him moan, his clit leaking
his arousal. She wasn't a gentle lover. She didn't ease into him like
normal women. Oh no, being the Russian that she was, she began to hammer
his American ass.
Adam moaned quite loudly, not sure what to make of it. He found that he
liked being treated this way. He'd had many girlfriends in his teen years
and he'd had sex with almost all of them. He'd been a regular slut, but
most of them had been loving with him. Not his new Husband though. She
was rough and dominating.
And he found that he loved it... a lot.
"Yeah, little sissy fag boi loves a big dick in his tight little pussy
doesn't he? Answer me slut!" Natasha shouted, her voice dipping into her
rough Russian accent for the first time as she slapped his rear, making
him cry out.
"Yes Husband, it feels so wonderful! Your cock makes me complete! My
pussy craves it! Please give it to me harder and faster!" Adam cried out
in pure delight, meaning every word that he said. She threw back her head
in laughter, and at the same time, increased the pace. Her large balls
slapped his heart shaped ass again and again, making him moan.
They fell into a rhythm as old as time itself, and in a few seconds, he
stared into her face as her body began to tremble. Her cock exploded
inside of him and he could feel several warm shots fill his body again
and again. He moaned, loving the feeling of it.
She was still up to her balls in his pussy five minutes later when he
finally said, "That was wonderful, Husband. I've never been with a woman
like you before. So rough, so dominating. You are the kind of woman who
proves that women are superior to us little sissy males. You're the best
I've ever had."
Natasha chuckled as she grabbed him by one of his pigtails and flipped
him over. In the process, her hard cock slipped out of him, but the
moment that he landed on his front, her cock found its way balls deep
into his pussy once again. He moaned at the feeling and she yanked on his
hair before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"We aren't done yet, my new little slut. I'm going to have a lot of fun
with you before I have to go back to work," Natasha told him with a
little laugh, her hard nipples brushing against his back. He shuddered at
the thought, but he salivated at the thought. His boi pussy was still
dripping wet and ready for more of his Husband. To show his obedience, he
moaned and flexed his muscles around her invading hard rod before
pressing back against her. She noticed this and smiled, kissing his cheek
before she began to ram him from behind.
Even while his Husband was pounding his boi pussy hard, he still had the
wherewithal to think to himself that he was going to be enjoying his
marriage to Natasha...very much.
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