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MARITAL REVERSAL by Throne
Our wedding plans were progressing nicely. My bride-to-be, Adele, had
taken care of almost everything. All I was responsible for was arranging
for our honeymoon. What happened, however, was that I had made an
investment in a risky business venture, and needed our travel money to
try to salvage the situation. I felt certain the setback would be
temporary and decided to gamble. I would postpone making the honeymoon
plans and not tell my bride until we were wed. I felt confident that she
would understand, forgive, and be willing to wait. But the information
was leaked to her by a financial consultant who had seen my name in the
company's files. He was Jason Halbrick, Adele's former lover, a kinky
Master type who loved dominating women... and men. That latter habit
appalled me. The thought of one man being subjugated by another, in a
gay scenario, was unthinkable.
Adele was furious with me for my poor judgment and threatened to call off
the wedding. I went into emotional shock and agreed to do whatever she
said to make it up to her. She got very quiet for a few moments and then
said that so long as I was willing to do ANYTHING, she would forget my
stupid mistake. I assured her, over and over, that I would do exactly as
she wanted, whatever is might be. In my mind that would involve giving
her an especially lavish honeymoon later on, or maybe paying for some
fancy new furniture for our home. I had some other assets that I could
use later, though they weren't available just then. How bad could it be?
I found out shortly after our ceremony and reception. The wedding had
been early in the day and the follow-up was over by lunchtime. That was
when she announced that we were going to have another ceremony, one in
which I would play a very different role. We hadn't had sex for a while
and I was really eager to get into bed with her. I almost said something
but then thought better of it.
Shaken up but not wanting to start fresh trouble, I let her drive me to a
rambling old estate far outside the city, in a remote wooded area. As we
entered, I was unpleasantly surprised to see Jason waiting for us.
Powerful and wealthy Jason. Handsome and well dressed Jason. Adele,
still in her wedding gown, which hugged her full curves, dropped to one
knee in front of him and bowed her head. She said, "I've come back to
you, Master, and hope you will accept me once more as your slave." He
smiled down at her and said, "I will, dear, if that includes possessing
your new husband as well." She told him, "Absolutely, Master. Ted has
already agreed to obey my wishes." Oh, no. I was trapped. Jason lifted
a small silver bell and rang it. Two tall females clad in only panties
and bras responded. He nodded toward me and they took me by the arms to
march me from the room. She called after me, "Goodbye... Teddy." As I
looked back I saw my bride rising and stepping into his waiting embrace.
The last sight I had of her was as he kissed her hard on the mouth.
The two silent women began to roughly remove my tuxedo. By reflex I
tried to resist them and instantly learned that they both knew martial
arts and were not reluctant to use their skills. In fact, they visibly
enjoyed hurting me before continuing my forced undressing. Soon I was
naked in front of them, shivering with fright, my hands over my genitals.
They laughed at me and dragged me into an adjoining room, which looked
like a cross between a surgical facility and a beauty parlor. Soon they
had sprayed me with some chemical concoction, making sure to cover every
bit of my hair except a section at the top of my scalp. After they
pushed me into a shower stall and washed me down with hard-bristled
brushes, all of my hair was gone, minus that single area they had not
treated. I wear my hair about six inches long and they took that and put
it into a narrow cone about half that length, that stood straight up and
let the protruding hair stream out in a short pony tail.
While one of them held me from behind, her breasts pressing against my
bare back, the other went to work on my face, using a series of what
looked like tattoo needles to apply make-up. She worked rapidly but with
total concentration and soon was done. As she stepped away I saw my
reflection in a mirror that faced me. My eyes went wide as I stared at
an exaggeratedly feminine face, made-up with high arched eyebrows, plenty
of eyeshade and liner, and lipstick and lip liner applied to make my
mouth appear larger. Heedless of the pain it caused me, they each shoved
the points of an earring through one of my earlobes, leaving me with long
dangling decorations hanging on either side of my head. My body was
smooth and pink. The effect was bizarre and because I looked so unlike
myself I felt a jolting loss of identity. It didn't help that my new
'hairstyle' was so odd.
Then they gave me generous injections in various parts of my body,
concentrating on my chest and bottom and thighs. Those areas began to
tingle as they walked me out of there and into a dressing room. There
they found a wedding gown, made in the mermaid style, and held it up
before me. When I tried to say something, one of them jabbed a pressure
point in my shoulder and made me cry out in agony. Moments later they
were unzipping the dress, even as I was astonished to see my chest
changing, two areas swelling as if I were growing... breasts? I opened
my mouth but said nothing, fearing another assault. They put me into
snug, high-cut panties and a bra with tiny cups. Then elastic-top
stockings went over my hairless legs. A got a look at a full-length
mirror and was rattled to see how unmanly I appeared, my genitals
compressed almost to invisibility by the tight lingerie.
Next they made me step into the dress, which had to be eased up by body,
it was so tight. Worse, there were no sleeves, so my arms became
pinioned to my sides. It had a lace collar that fastened in the rear and
had some sort of reinforcements inside so that it acted like a severe
posture collar, forcing me to hold my head up high, so much that I
couldn't see directly in front of me without bending forward slightly
from the waist. That was nearly impossible because the midsection of the
dress had a built-in corset that was crushing my middle. The cut of the
dress also pushed up my chest which I could see now boasted two cupcake
breasts. One of the females tilted me back while the other knelt to slip
shoes onto my feet. I heard two faint clicks and had a sinking feeling
that the footwear had just been locked on. Then I was stood upright
again and nudged in the small of the back to start me walking.
The heels felt like about three inches and I had to move cautiously. The
dress was so tight that I could barely use my legs. And with my arms
pressed to my sides I had no way to steady myself. Plus, I could feel
the material growing tighter across my backside, which told me that I was
expanding there as well. What had Adele done to me? Or should I say,
what had Jason, her former Dominant lover done? I made my slow way down
the hall, feeling how my hips wiggled from the heels and restrictive
clothing. It was so shameful. As if that wasn't enough, one of the
women grabbed a bottle of perfume from an alcove we passed and sprayed me
liberally. At last we entered a sitting room, where I found Adele and
Jason on a couch, very close to each other.
She had changed out of her wedding gown and into a slinky red dress that
advertised her generous physical charms. Her long blond hair was down
and she had on some flashy jewelry I had never seen. Jason was very
successful, I knew, so maybe he had bought it for her. On her small feet
were shiny crimson heels. She strutted up to me and said, "You have to
thank our Master, Jason, for helping us resolve or little marriage
dilemma. And don't forget to address him properly." Without thinking, I
said, "Adele, you have to help me, this is..." My words were cut off as
she slapped my face, not hard but firmly enough to tell me where I stood.
She pointed out sternly, "I am your Mistress and Jason is my Master. He
is at the top, I serve him, and you serve both of us, along with anybody
else we indicate. Do you understand?" Her hand came up, ready to
deliver more blows to my defenseless cheeks. I couldn't even raise a
hand in self-protection.
Meekly, I told her, "Yes, Mistress." Then I swiveled my head toward
Jason, who stood there in a black leather jacket and matching slacks,
over a black satin shirt, with imported Italian shoes. I looked into his
dark eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Master, for everything you've done
for us. We appreciate your help." He stepped disturbingly close to me
and put his hands on my shoulders. "I was happy to do it. I don't mind
that you stole away my favorite female slave because now I have her back,
and you too in the bargain." He laughed softly, a menacing sound.
"Now," he said, "shall we proceed with your real marriage ceremony, the
one that will define your rolls from this day forth?" I could only nod
submissively and say in a weak voice, "Yes Sir, Master." He chuckled as
he put his arm around my bride and led her away. I struggled to follow
them. His hand slid down to appreciatively pat her attractive bottom. I
whimpered at the sight and what it told me about our future. In my
version of his evening I would have already partaken of my bride's most
private assets. Instead, another man was with her and I was growing
increasingly desperate for release.
There was a makeshift chapel set up in a spacious dayroom. Folding
chairs lined either side of the space. On them sat a variety of curious
figures. There were mannish women and feminine men, often with the
former clearly in control of the latter, though there were also several
same-sex couples with one plainly ruling the other. Also in attendance
were numerous singles, including leather-men, stern women, and figures of
indeterminate gender. Near the back sat several people who were bound
into costumes, including a feathered bird figure and a panty wearing man
in a fishnet cocoon. Standing behind the final row of seats were two
naked men who had been tied face-to-face and were very unhappy about
that. Waiting at the front of the room was a 'preacher', a towering
black woman wearing a well-tailored suit and no shoes. She had a metal
collar around her neck and heavy earrings that appeared to be joined to
it. Her hair was short and worn natural.
Eerie music, played on an organ, filled the air. Jason and Adele moved
up the aisle, arm in arm, at a slow and stately pace. Someone hissed
into my ear that I was to follow them, which I did, even though my
progress was inevitably slower than theirs. Every head turned as I went
by and I was deeply humiliated to be seen that way, bound into a wedding
dress, my new bust and bottom, as well as filled out thighs, announcing
my unwanted status as a feminized... what? Man-wife? She-husband? I
didn't know if there was a name for what I was becoming. When I reached
the front, Jason made a point to turned to Adele and give her a
passionate, lingering kiss. I nearly began to weep. Then she knelt
obediently and pressed her lips to his leather clad crotch, which bulged
impressively, more so after she did that. I had to blink back tears.
The tall Black woman began to speak in a contralto voice, explaining that
our three-way marriage had Jason at the top, Adele beneath him, and slave
Tess very much on the bottom. Slave who? OMG, she meant ME. I was
being given a female name to go with my new form. A shudder ran through
me and my ponytail swayed. Formal vows were intoned and Jason answered
for himself, Adele responded that he could speak for her, and I wasn't
asked for my compliance, but had to listen to how I would honor and obey
my Master and Mistress, with his orders always overriding hers. They
also made me agree that I would turn over all of my assets to my wife,
who would make them available to Jason if he chose. As I stood there in
a daze he kissed the bride. His hands ran up and down her body. Then
both of them began to fondle me, freely touching my newly budded breasts
and compressed genitals. I became wildly stimulated but my penis didn't
even have room to become erect. Finally each of them kissed me on one
cheek at the same time, and the crowd clapped politely. As they walked
back down the aisle, the Black woman lifted me effortlessly and laid me
on the floor behind them, telling me, "Crawl, Tess. Start getting used
to it." I could only move by humping up my body, as much as the corset
allowed, and edging forward, inchworm style. As I laboriously made my
way down the aisle, head awkwardly positioned due to the collar,
attendees gave my rump hard swats with what I guessed were paddles and
riding crops.
Jason waited for me so he could clip a ring into my nose. He made a joke
about it being my wedding ring. Then he led me on a leash, still
crawling, through the house and up a flight of steps, with Adele looking
down at me gloatingly. She let me know that Jason had gotten involved
with the company where our honeymoon money was invested, given them some
excellent advice, and gotten them into the black in a big way. I was
rich. Or would have been if I hadn't agreed to give all my wealth to my
wife. I thought about all my other assets, now lost to me as well. We
reached the bedroom and the two of them began foreplay while standing up.
They undressed each other unhurriedly, sensually, kissing frequently.
Again, Adele sank to her knees to kiss his crotch, except that now her
impressively large target was uncovered. She demonstrated just how
devoted to her Master she really was. I felt sick but couldn't stop
staring. My body betrayed me when my imprisoned member tried again to
get hard. They laughed at me, Jason clipped my nose ring to one corner
of their four-poster honeymoon bed, making sure that I had to stand on
tip-toes. Then they got onto the bed and began enjoying each other in
earnest. It was a long and animated session, with Adele clearly eager to
please her Master. By the time they were done I knew I was defeated,
with no way out of my new identity. My only consolation was that, under
my outre appearance, I was still a man, still could boast the defining
characteristic of manhood.
At least I had that to hang onto while they basked in the afterglow of
fantastic sex. Then they took turns giving me the rest of the news. My
'cosmetics' were permanent. After some additional treatments, my hair
loss would be, too. And the small breasts and shapely bottom, plus girly
thighs that they had given me, were not going away. As I tried to
digest all of that, Jason got out of bed and opened a hidden panel in the
front of my clinging dress, below my navel. He jerked down the front of
my panties and turned me so that I could see that area reflected in the
dresser mirror. I gasped as I saw that my genitals had dwindled to a
quarter of their former size. My soft penis was less than an inch long.
He reached down and massaged it. I was revolted by being touched that
way by a man, but was helpless. My body reacted and I finally got the
erection I had been denied. A two inch, slender erection. I almost
fainted at the sight. He leaned close to me and said, his breath hot
against my ear, "And that is very definitely not going to improve. In
fact, you'll probably lose a bit more down there before your
transformation is over. Poor girl."
"But don't feel too bad," my wife chimed in. "As my slave you'll get to
have plenty of sex with me. Or at least your mouth will, all over my
body." She chuckled nastily. "And remember that I told you how Jason
had both female and male slaves. Well, you'll be getting lots of
attention from HIM, too. And if he says so, as our Master, we'll both
enjoy you at the same time. And that's the way it's going to be from now
on, Tess. I don't imagine you'll ever be called by your male name again,
unless one of us wants to taunt you about how much we've taken from you.
On the other hand, you'll never have to worry about any risky investments
you make, ever again... because you'll soon be penniless. Ohhh, I'm
getting wet just thinking about that." She turned to Jason and asked,
"Master, may I have sweet Tess go down on me and eat my pussy?" He
laughed heartily and told her with a grin, "Of course, my dear. He can
give you an orgasm or two and, at the same time, clean up that huge load
of cum I filled you with. It'll be good for him to start practicing that
right away. And maybe while he has his mouth on your snatch, I'll take
his virginity from behind. Might as well get him used to that, TOO."
They laughed. I didn't.
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