Why I Hate Valentine's Day - Part 9 free porn video

I awoke the next morning feeling wonderful. Malcolm was going to get me out of my life as a sissy slut bondage maid. My mind was racing with millions of questions on what I would do. Would I continue working at Francine's ? It was so much fun working there. I loved being my own person and helping other women. Would I try to get back home and try to become Peter again ? I didn't think I could just go back to being Peter. I liked dressing and looking pretty, but if I had to escape, what choice would I have. I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and that calmed my mind. I would just have to wait to see what Malcolm arranged for me. I slipped out of bed, slipped into my marabou slippers, put on my robe and went into the kitchen to fix Malcolm breakfast. I had a place setting all ready for him with coffee, juice, bacon and eggs and toast. I was so happy I assumed my position under the table and recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and gave Malcolm the best blow job I could ever give. In no time at all, Malcolm was feeding me my breakfast. All too soon though, I was slipping back into my swan lake costume so Malcolm could take me home. Once back, my life as a sissy slut bondage maid and Francine's salesgurl resumed but this was going to change, Malcolm said so. I kept my focus on that and recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra to keep me going. The holidays slipped by, and in early January, I was again having a problem with my bra. I was in Francine's struggling with it and Jessica noticed. She asked me if there was a problem and I told her my bra didn't seem to fit correctly. So we went into the fitting area and she got out her tape measure. She said that I was up a cup size and that I was now a 30D. She looked at me with a very serious look on her face and asked if I was pregnant. I just giggled. Now that would've been something. I could've just seen the headlines on the International Gossiper. Sissy Slut Bimbo gets knocked up by boyfriend. Medical Mystery. New Mexico Professor says Aliens from Outer Space are responsible. I just told her that I must be taking after my mom after all. I just recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra and it was all wonderful. February finally arrived and after my shift at Francine's early that month, Malcolm met me for lunch. He wanted to take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day again, which was the next Monday. He said that he'd have everything ready on that day and that my life as a sissy slut bondage maid would be all over then. I was so elated, I wanted to jump him right there in the food court. I almost crawled under the table too. The next day at Francine's, Jessica asked how my lunch date with Malcolm went, and I said it was wonderful. I told her that he was taking me out on Valentine's for dinner and I wanted to get something special to wear for it, but I thought my bra was too small again. She looked at me with a grin on her face and asked again if I was sure I wasn't pregnant. I just giggled again and said I was sure. Back into the fitting room with the tape measure we went and after a quick measurement I was now a 30E. We decided to do a complete set of measurements and I was now a 30E-20- 32. She said, "you have quite a figure Prissy". To which I said, "go ahead say it, I look like a bimbo." She just laughed and said, "I'd never say anything like that." But I responded "but it's true isn't it." She just giggled and said, "yes, but you're just so adorable with your long blonde hair and your updo ponytails and pink heart headbands" and we both laughed. Then, we were off to find a dress for my Valentine's Day date. I saw a few that I liked but nothing that really impressed me. Jessica remarked that there was one more but she thought it might be a little too risque for me. I said, "oh, let me see." She held it up and I looked at it and said, "it's very sexy. But how do you wear any underwear with it ?" She said you don't. But I said that I needed to wear something to hold up my boobs. She said that it was all built in. That there was a rigid bra that would give me all the support I needed and also a panty. It would be very snug and fit like a swimsuit. So into the fitting room I went. The dress was a sleeveless red heavy weight satin spandex cutout dress with a high flat neckline and a row of 3 jeweled hearts over each shoulder that unlocked and opened the top completely. You stepped into it that way and slid it up. There was a large heart shaped cutout on the front with a rigid stay forming the heart that showed a lot of my cleavage. The built-in push up bra practically pushed my boobs out the cutout but kept everything snug and in place. The bra connected to an even larger heart shaped cutout on the back with another rigid stay forming the heart that made the dress completely backless, the point of the heart coming just to the small of my back over my butt crack. There was another heart shaped cutout right over my belly button that came to just over my crotch that also had the same rigid stay. There were also two more heart shaped cutouts over each hip also made with a rigid stay and the skirt ended just a few inches below my crotch. The snug built in panty covered me completely but from every angle, it looked like I was completely naked underneath the dress. It was perfect ! When I stepped out of the dressing room Jessica said, "wow ! That dress is made for you Prissy-Sissy." I replied "it is isn't it. It's just made for a bimbo like Prissy-Sissy" and we both laughed. As I turned and looked at myself from all angles, I felt very naked, vulnerable, and very sexy. I loved it. There was just one thing missing that I'd need to go do. So as soon as my shift at Francine's was over, I asked Mistress Helen as we were walking through the mall on the way home if I could stop by the earring shack. She said sure. They had what I was looking for, a red jeweled heart belly ring, so I got my belly button pierced and had the red jeweled heart belly ring inserted. They even had a pink jeweled one as well so I bought that too. Valentine's Day couldn't come soon enough. I made myself up in dark red and brown eyeshadow with false eyelashes, heavy mascara and eyeliner, red lipstick and blush. I had done up my hair in a french twist with a vertical row of 4 red jeweled heart hair pins running down the twist in the back of my head. I also had two red jeweled heart hair clips hold one curled tress on each side of my head framing my face. I painted my fingernails and toenails a matching red to my lipstick, slipped into the dress, and into my high heeled red satin sandals. My red jeweled heart pendant visible in the heart shaped cutout over my boobs nestled between them, while my red jeweled heart belly ring visible in the center of the heart shaped cutout over my belly button. I loved my reflection in the floor mirror and I was soon skipping upstairs to a waiting Malcolm. When I got to him, he lifted me up and gave me a big kiss. We were soon heading out the door into his car before I realized that Master William and Mistress Helen weren't there to see us off. We were then on the road and driving to dinner when I asked Malcolm where we were going. He said we were going to a very small French Restaurant, that he knew the owner, and I'd love it. We were soon pulling into the driveway and up to the front door of a very pretty building that looked like a miniature version of an old French chateau. We were greeted at the car by two scantily clad French maids, wearing identical Black Satin and white lace maids uniforms, their full white petticoats under their black satin skirts lifted their short skirts easily revealing their white lace topped sheer black seamed stockings and white ruffled and lace trimmed black satin rumba panties. One opened my door and one opened Malcolm's and took the car keys and both went to park our car. Wow, I thought, they're the sexiest parking valets ever. For some reason, though they looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd seen them before. Malcolm led me into the restaurant and he met a very tall distinguished gentleman. He shook his hand, handed him a small envelope and said thanks Hank and the gentleman said to enjoy our evening and left. We then walked up to the reception area and we were greeted by another scantily clad French maid, dressed identically to the valets, except this one was slightly shorter than I was. She had Raven black hair in a chin length bob and bangs that came down to her thin eyebrows and was made up in dark grey and violet eyeshadow, long false eyelashes with heavy mascara and eyeliner, violet lipstick and a little blush on her very fair skinned face. All this really brought out her extremely stunning violet colored eyes. She curtseyed and said, "Good evening Master Malcolm. This way to your table." I looked at Malcolm and he silently mouthed "I'll explain later." We were seated at a table overlooking a small flowing stream and waterfall in the center of a beautiful garden. As soon as we were seated, another scantily clad french maid joined the hostess. They looked like identical twins, down to the makeup and beautiful violet eyes. They then took turns speaking, that their names were Patsy and Pansy, that they would be serving us tonight, and asked for our drink orders. I ordered a white wine and Malcolm ordered a scotch on the rocks. They both curtseyed, said in unison "yes Master Malcolm" and left to get our drinks and when they returned asked if we were ready to order. I ordered just a salad and Malcolm ordered a steak beurre and a beer. They both curtseyed again, and again said in unison "yes Master Malcolm" and then left to get our meals. I noticed that the restaurant was empty and mustn't get much business and said this to Malcolm and he said that he had reserved it all for tonight. That it was just him and me. Soon our waitresses were there with our meals, said to enjoy them, curtseyed and then scampered off. As we ate Malcolm asked what I thought of our waitresses. I said they were lovely, very cute and sexy. He said, "meet your replacements." I looked at him and said, "my replacements ?" And he said, "yes your replacements, Patsy and Pansy, formerly Patrick and Paul. They're identical twins. William was looking for a replacement IT person and Patrick or Paul, can't remember which said they'd do anything to get the job. Chuck had referred them to me and said that they were decent computer system administrators but they're real appeal is that they can do a stunning Betty Boop impersonation. William and Helen are big Betty Boop fans, that these two could look like Betty Boop twins and he thought I might be able to use them." "I told them that the job only needed one administrator though but if the other would be willing to work as a sissy slut bondage maid, they'd have the job. They asked if they could alternate week to week between being the administrator and the bondage maid and I said sure, and they readily agreed. Apparently, they're both into being sissy slut bondage maids. That's how they knew Chuck." "So William get's his slutty looking IT administrator that I'm sure will be under his desk taking dick-tation as often as they're behind a computer screen managing his network, and Helen get's a new sissy slut bondage maid to take care of her as well, all at the same time. And then in the evenings and on weekends they're together doing their Betty Boop impersonation and getting fucked senseless while tied to a bondage bench. It's perfect." So I said, "that's it ? I'm free then ?" And then he said, "yes, but under two conditions. William and Helen would only release you if you met these two conditions." So I asked what the two conditions were and he said that I'd have to come and work for him as his secretary. Immediately, images of me dressed in a tight knee- length pencil skirt and tight blouse barely containing my 30E boobs kneeling before Malcolm taking "dick-tation" filled my head. Prissy- Sissy mantra. I said I could do that. So then I asked what the other condition was and he got out of his chair knelt next to mine, pulled out a ring box with a pink heart shaped diamond engagement ring and said, "will you Marry Me Prissy-Sissy ?" All I could do was stare at the beautiful ring. This was my key to escaping a life as a sissy slut bondage maid. I'd have to become a sissy slut secretary and sissy slut stepford wife to do so. What choice did I have ? So I said, "Yes, Malcolm, I'll marry you." He took out the ring, slipped it onto my ring finger and pulled me into his arms. We started kissing passionately when all of a sudden the empty restaurant dining room was filled with thunderous applause. I broke the kiss to see who was there and it was Master William and Mistress Helen smiling and clapping. Also there was Jessica and Master Jason, and Master Chuck and the two parking valets. That's when I realized they were Fifi and Gigi. Also there were Patsy and Pansy, my replacement sissy slut bondage maids, all cheering us and our engagement. Malcolm got up and started shaking hands with all the men, and I sat back into my chair staring at my pink heart-shaped diamond engagement ring. I started reciting my Prissy-Sissy mantra when Mistress Helen sat down and immediately said, "see Prissy-Sissy, didn't I say you'd be with Malcolm someday. Today's the day sweetie. Isn't it wonderful ?" All I could say was "yes it is Mistress Helen" to which she replied "oh Prissy-Sissy, it's just Helen now, we're practically sisters. Here, I have one more surprise for you tonight. Consider it an engagement present." She pulled a folded newspaper out of her purse and handed it to me and said, "read that" and pointed to a small article on the page. The article was titled "Body of homeless person identified." As I read the article it stated that the body of a homeless person, burned beyond recognition in an abandoned warehouse fire had been positively identified through dental records as Peter Simon Simmons. That he had died of a drug overdose prior to the fire and had apparently been living on the streets after losing his job at Robertson's Architects. I could only look at Helen and ask how ? She said, "it's amazing the things people will do for a well connected attorney who knows all their kinks and fetishes. Isn't it great ! Now your parents won't come looking for you and ruin the wonderful life you're about to have with Malcolm. They've already claimed the body and flown back to your home. Isn't that wonderful news ?" I said, "yes it is Helen, but who was he ?" She said he really was some homeless runaway that had died of a drug overdose, and accidentally started the fire when he passed out after shooting up. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that I get to be Prissy-Sissy forever. That most of my clothes were already hanging up at Malcolm's and that I can start work at his office tomorrow. Wasn't that wonderful, then got up and joined William. Just then Jessica came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, "Congratulations Prissy-Sissy, I'm so happy for you. Come in when you can spare the time and we'll do your termination paperwork" and then left to join Master Jason. I was in a daze the rest of the night. I felt just as trapped as before. Prissy-Sissy mantra, Prissy-Sissy mantra, Prissy-Sissy mantra. Soon we were heading back to Malcolm's house, to start my new life as Malcolm's sissy slut secretary, and his sissy stepford bride-to-be. As soon as we got into his house, I slipped out of my sandals and Malcolm helped me slip off the dress. He lifted me up and started carrying me right into the fuck lab. I looked at Malcolm with a questioning look and was about to ask what he was doing when he said to not say a word. Soon I was strapped into the bondage bench, paddles from the two spanking machines resting against my naked butt cheeks and Malcolm standing in front of me holding a push button control. I began whimpering, terrified about what was to happen. He then said that there's really only one thing I needed to know. That I'm never to refuse him or say no to any request and that he's my MASTER, screaming it loudly as the paddles came crashing down on my poor little naked butt, the spanking machines turned to their highest setting. I screamed in pain as Malcolm screamed at me "WHO AM I ?" as the paddles came crashing down again. I screamed in pain and then screamed "YOU'RE MY MASTER MALCOLM." He once again screamed "WHO AM I ?" as the paddles came crashing down again. I again screamed in pain and I again dutifully screamed "YOU'RE MY MASTER MALCOLM." I was balling and in terrible pain. He then screamed "AND YOU'RE MY SUBMISSIVE COCKSUCKING FUCK SLUT CUM DUMP. WHAT ARE YOU ?" and the paddles came down on me again. I again screamed in pain and then screamed "I'M YOUR SUBMISSIVE COCKSUCKING FUCK SLUT CUM DUMP." And he screamed again "WHAT ARE YOU ?" as the paddles came crashing down on my butt again. I once again screamed in pain and then screamed "I'M YOUR SUBMISSIVE COCKSUCKING FUCK SLUT CUM DUMP." I was now heaving and sobbing. My butt felt like it was on fire. The paddles hit me so hard I saw stars and thought I was going to pass out. He then knelt in front of my face, kissed my cheek and said that for every no answer, every refusal I give him, or every failure to show him the adoration and devotion he deserves, I'll get 10 whacks from each of the spanking machines at their highest setting on my naked butt. He then said, "Isn't that nice of me to show you beforehand what happens so you can avoid punishment ?" I responded "Yes Master Malcolm, you're my wonderful Master. Thank you for showing me my place in your life." He then said, "oh Prissy-Sissy, we're going to be so happy together" and unhooked me from the bondage bench and carried me into his bedroom. I now knew what Jessica had gone through with Master Jason, but I didn't want this. He then set me down as he stood at the foot of the bed and said, "you may undress me slut." I dutifully unbuckled his pants and then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. I hung the shirt on the back of a chair in the corner of the room. I then pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his feet, kneeling as I did so, while Malcolm sat on the foot of the bed. I untied and removed his shoes and then his socks, placing the socks into the shoes, and then removed his pants and briefs from around his ankles. I stood up, folded his pants and briefs and set them on the chair and set the shoes in front of it. I then knelt in front of Malcolm between his legs, his cock already rock hard and took him into my mouth as I recited my Prissy-Sissy mantra. I'm Prissy-Sissy, I'm a pretty delicate sexy flower, that Malcolm loves and wants to make love to, and I want him to, because I love Malcolm and I want to look pretty for him. I then gave him a slow sensual blow job, and Malcolm just sat there, letting me pleasure him like the obedient submissive cocksucker I was supposed to be. I was soon bobbing my head up and down, worshipping his cock with my lips and tongue and the warmth of my mouth, showing my devotion to him. I was soon swallowing his cock, deep throating him as I wantonly sucked on his manhood, desperate to show him I was the submissive cocksucking fuck slut cum dump he wanted me to be, terrified of what he'd do to me if I didn't. He was soon ejaculating into my throat and I slid my head back so he'd fill my mouth as I eagerly sucked him dry, hungrily swallowing as quickly as I could. I kept him in my mouth, gently pleasuring his cock until he started to get hard again. He then slid up the bed, and I crawled up and straddled his waist, trying to cope with the burning pain on my butt cheeks. I felt for his cock at the entrance to my fauxgina, and slid myself down. Malcolm placed his hands on my boobs and began gently massaging them, sending pleasurable sensations into me like I've never felt before. I was soon rocking back and forth on his cock while his large hands fondled my boobs. Eventually, I lifted my fauxgina off his cock, and impaled my ass onto it instead. I moaned in pain at the sudden penetration but my moans soon turned to ones of pleasure as I was soon sliding up and down on his cock, using my thighs to lift my ass up and then lower it down onto his cock, while still gingerly trying to minimize the pain my seriously spanked butt cheeks generated. Each time I impaled myself, his cock hit my prostate and I'd roll my head back, enjoying the intense pleasure and ignored my complaining butt cheeks. After several minutes though, with his large hands intensely pleasuring me while playing with my boobs, my hands gripped his arms and I began convulsing in an intense orgasm as Malcolm then lifted his torso up, his cock pushing even harder onto my prostate as he orgasmed as well. I was locked like that for a nearly a minute, taking in as much of the pleasure from my boobs and butt as I could before collapsing forward onto his chest and kissing it and then sliding off. I kissed his cheek and he gripped my chin, turned me to face him and gave me a very intense kiss and said that was wonderful Prissy-Sissy and rolled his head back and closed his eyes, his heavy breathing eventually slowing. I rested my face on his chest, draped my arm across it and then drifted off to sleep. As I slept, the sissy stepford wife dream returned, except something was different. I was made up like before in red and brown eyeshadow, false eyelashes and heavy eye makeup, red lipstick and blush. My fingernails and toenails were painted in a matching red nail polish with pink jewelled hearts and letters spelling the familiar phrase (heart)COCK (heart)(heart)CUM. My hair was up in a beehive bun and a white lace sash wrapped around it and tied into a bow just in front while my bangs came to my thinly plucked highly arched feminine eyebrows. I was dressed in a white bridal peignoir, my large E-cup boobs, barely contained by the sheer cups of the baby doll. I was still on my knees, having just completed giving my husband Malcolm an intense and passionate blow job, hungrily swallowing his cum. As I got up, I slid the coat off my shoulders, and slid the panties down to my feet, and as I looked down, I saw the word "Bride" embroidered across the butt of my panties, a red heart on each side of the word. As I crawled up onto the bed to continue this night of passion, that's when I realized what the difference was. I was no longer a sissy. I was as much of a girly gurl as I was ever going to be, a true stepford wife. I impaled my vagina on his cock and resumed the dutiful wifely worship of his cock with my body, taking in as much pleasure from his cock as I could while making sure he was more than satisfied with my submissively sluttish efforts to please and pleasure him. All too soon, we were lying side by side in post-coital bliss, as I recited my mantra. This is my life, for I am his wife. Every day's sunny, when his cock's in my mouth and his cum's in my tummy. All I want and need, is to be his fuck bunny. Morning, as usual, came all too soon. I was sliding out of bed and into the shower to prepare for my first day as Malcolm's sissy slut secretary. I got cleaned off, heavily made up to coordinate with the red blouse and dark grey pencil skirt and matching jacket I was going to wear, except I was still dressed in only my red satin and black lace lingerie, stockings and heels, my hair in a french twist and combed back. I was wearing only an apron over my lingerie, not wanting to mess my work clothes while I made Malcolm his breakfast as he showered himself. He was soon seated at the table in just his bathrobe eating breakfast, while I was obediently kneeling under the table, sucking his cock and being fed mine. After he finished eating and feeding me, he went to dress for work, while I hurriedly cleaned the dining room and kitchen and went to repair my makeup, check my hair and finish dressing for work, not wanting to be late and incur the wrath of my fiance. We were soon in his car going to his office for what would become the template for every future day of my career as Malcolm's bimbo slut secretary. I'd do whatever he ordered me to do, get him whatever he wanted, from coffee to lunch, and surrendered to him sexually however he requested, from taking dick-tation as often as he needed to getting fucked however he desired. Then it was back home to my continued domestic subservience and sexual submission. I would scamper around the house in just that days work lingerie, heels and apron, getting Malcolm his drink, preparing his dinner or submitting to him sexually, since he wanted immediate access to my body. It was quicker and easier for me as well, rather than getting dressed too much, as I needed all the time I had to do all my chores and perform all my duties as Malcolm's future wife. Then it was off to bed in just a skimpy nightie, to continue my roll as Malcolm's submissive cocksucking fuck slut cum dump. Every night the stepford wife dream returned, and in it, I'd be made up, dressed and behaving like the slutty adoring airheaded bimbo wife I was required to be. And after a good cocksucking and fucking session, I'd recite my mantra. This is my life, for I am his wife. Every day's sunny, when his cock's in my mouth and his cum's in my tummy. All I want and need, is to be his fuck bunny. And in the morning, the cycle would repeat all over again. Wherever we went, and I practically never went anywhere without Malcolm, I always presented the image of the adoring devoted fiance, while appearing as the fantasy busty blonde bimbo airhead of many a male. I knew that if I didn't, there was always a bondage bench and a pair of spanking machines waiting to refresh my memory as to my station in life and my place in Malcolm's. The only time I wasn't with Malcolm, I was with Helen. Since I still had no car or access to cash or credit cards, Helen continued to decide on my wardrobe additions and anything else I needed. So we'd go shopping usually once or twice a week, usually with Pansy or Patsy in tow. What a trio we appeared to be. Helen the conservative appearing attorney, me the busty blonde office bimbo, and Pansy or Patsy, the trampy teen slut. It was usually during these shopping excursions that Helen informed me on Malcolm's and mine's wedding plans, as she was making all the arrangements. It was during one of these shopping trips three months or so into my new life that Helen informed me that since Valentine's Day fell on a Sunday, it would be the perfect day for our wedding. All I could do was say in my now well ingrained bimbo persona "that's so wonderful !" Before long, it was December and Helen was pulling me from work early to prepare me to surprise Malcolm for his birthday. When Malcolm walked into the house that evening, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and then he had a very big smile on his face, for I approached him dressed as the epitome of feminine sexual submissiveness and subservience, the Playboy Bunny. There I was, dressed in an authentic Pink Satin Playboy Bunny costume, pink bunny ears, white collar and cuffs, large white puffy tail, pink satin high heeled pumps and black fishnet tights. My hair was up in a bouffant bun, pink lipstick and makeup, false eyelashes and heavy mascara and eyeliner. The built-in corset squeezed my already thin 20 inch waist to an even thinner 16 inches. The cups of the costume barely containing my E-cup boobs, and the high-heeled pumps forcing me to mince and wiggle my butt very seductively, my boobs almost bouncing out of the confines of the skimpy costume. I was all bouncing boobs and wiggling butt as I approached him with a scotch on the rocks on a small round serving tray. I greeted him with a very cheery "Good Evening Master Malcolm. Won't you have a seat. I have your drink already here for you. Here's the evening paper, Master." He sat in his favorite chair and drank his scotch reading the evening paper, while I knelt at his feet and removed his shoes and socks and massaged his feet. I then asked if there was anything else he needed and he just asked when dinner was going to be ready, and I got up and said, "in just a minute Master Malcolm." I made sure I put a little more wiggle in my walk as I went to check on dinner, my big puffy white tail swinging from right to left and back as I did. Several minutes later I returned and sat on the arm of his chair, kissed him on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Master Malcolm, dinner is served." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately and I melted into him. He then stood up, lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the head of the dinner table and sat at his seat, his favorite dinner already served and waiting for him along with a glass of his favorite beer. I kissed him and said to enjoy his meal, and slid off to get my dinner, kneeling under the table between Master Malcolm's legs, to suck his cock. He eventually finished eating his dinner and feeding me mine, and I dutifully sucked his cock dry and swallowed every drop. He then stood up and went back to his favorite chair in the living room while I went and got him another scotch and served it to him. I then went to clear the dining room table and clean the kitchen, after loading and starting the dishwasher. I again returned and sat on the arm of his chair, kissed him on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Master Malcolm, is there anything else I can do for you ?" He pulled me into his arms again and kissed me passionately while reaching for and unsnapping the crotch of my bunny costume. I uttered a very girlish "eeek" at his manhandling of me but adoringly surrendered to him. He carried me into the bedroom and gave me the fucking any tall strong virile man would give his favorite little fuck bunny. And that night, while I slept in my sheer pink baby doll nightie, I dreamed of my life as Malcolm's adoring devoted stepford wife. The holidays flew by and soon it was early January. Helen took me to get my wedding gown fitted and then to a spa for some feminine pampering. Except that it wasn't just a spa, it was a special clinic for SRS surgeries. I found this out as I began to lose consciousness after my "masseuse" gave me a tranquilizer shot. The last thing I saw before everything went black was a smiling Helen saying "don't worry sweetie. When you wake up, you'll feel like a new woman." Several hours later I was recovering in my room, fauxgina gone and replaced by a real vagina. Now I really was all the girly gurl I was ever going to be for Malcolm. A month or so later and it was Valentine's day and I was walking down the aisle to the tune of Here Comes the Bride. Never did I think that buying a simple lingerie ensemble for my crossdressing self before Valentines Day would put me here, getting married as the bride, yet here I was. My dress was a White satin mermaid style dress that was very fitted and snug, hugging my dainty yet curvy figure and easily displaying it's contours to all. It had a high lace wedding band collar and long sleeves with puff-ball shoulders. A heart shaped cutout over my chest displayed my ample cleavage and my diamond encrusted heart shaped diamond pendant resting between my boobs. Another heart shaped cutout on my back showed my thin delicate back. White embroidered floral appliques adorned the bodice around the cutouts and flowed down both sleeves to my wrists. The skirt didn't fan out though as mermaid style dresses do. It was more of a hobble skirt, going all the way to my ankles, cut out just above my calves in front and angling down to my ankles in the back then flowing into a 10 foot train. My bridal corset squeezed my already thin 20 inch waist to a painful 16 inches while lifting my boobs invitingly up into the heart cutout. The gown was essentially a bondage dress, a testimony to my place in Malcolm's life. But such a gown was also the ultimate expression of my femininity surrendering and submitting to my masculine husband. My hair was done up in a bouffant bun and adorned with little white flowers. My bangs were combed forward, coming to my thin high arched eyebrows. There were two slightly curled tresses hanging down on either side of my head framing my face, held in place by two red jeweled heart hair clips. My makeup was done in light pink shades of eyeshadow, lipstick, and blush, false eyelashes with light mascara and eyeliner. White fingerless gloves covered my hands but displayed my pink heart shaped diamond engagement ring and my white fingernail polished fingernails with red jeweled hearts and letters in the now familiar phrase (heart)COCK (heart)(heart)CUM. My toenails were also identically decorated and visible through the sheer white stockings I wore with white high-heeled Satin sandals. My sheer white bridal veil covered my face and went all the way down my back over the back heart shaped cutout to just above my calves. The real insidious part of my wedding ensemble though, was what Helen had me wear for something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue. The old item was an authentic replica of a medieval chastity device, with hinged metal waist and crotch bands that connected into a locking mechanism in front. It fit like a metal bikini and once locked couldn't be removed except by Malcolm, who had the key around his neck. The new item was a brand new pink dildo, connected to the crotch band and inserted into my vagina. The borrowed item was a matching pink butt plug also connected to the crotch band and filled my ass. Helen used it on either Pansy or Patsy, whoever was sissy slut bondage maid for the week. And the blue item was my leg garter, wrapped around my left thigh. Whenever I moved my left leg, the garter would transmit a signal to the dildo and butt plug and they'd start to vibrate just enough to drive me crazy as I moved, but not enough to cause me to fall to my knees. How I made it up to the altar in my bondage dress and white high heeled satin sandals I'll never know much less at the reception during all the dances I had with all the males that had used me sexually at least once during my year of sissy slut bondage maid enslavement. I desperately clutched my bridal bouquet, trying to keep from succumbing to the intensely pleasurable vibrations of the dildo and butt plug vibrating in me. I was being led up the aisle by Pansy and Patsy, both dressed in short little girl style flower girl dresses. I was amazed that William could control himself with these two dressed as they were. I was sure though, they'd get brutally fucked once the ceremony was over and they were back home. I was also sure too that they'd love it, the little sluts. As they moved forward, they dropped rose petals onto the aisle. My attendants holding my train were Fifi and Gigi. They were dressed identically as Pansy and Patsy. I wondered if Chuck would whore these two out to William as well after the ceremony, dressed as they were. As I walked up the aisle, I saw a smiling Helen looking at me and blowing me kisses, knowing the torture I was enduring from the devious chastity belt she wrapped me in and it's two accessories she had inserted into me. I soon stood at the altar with Jessica, my maid of honor nearby. The ceremony was a traditional one, with Malcolm vowing to love and cherish me, while I vowed to honor and obey him. The image of the bondage bench and spanking machines flashed in my head, reminding me of my fate if I ever failed to uphold my vows. He was then slipping the wedding ring onto my finger. It was identical to the pink heart shaped diamond engagement ring except the diamond was red. He placed it so the the bottom points of the hearts were pointing at each other. It was then that I saw under the setting engraved into both rings was half of an infinity symbol. Placed this way together now, the infinity symbol was immediately recognizable. He then lifted my veil and took me into his arms and gave me an intense kiss. I was now his wife. Then it was off to the reception and more torture from my chastity belt. By the time I was sitting in a chair at the reception, Malcolm sliding his hand up my gown to remove the garter, I was delirious with sexual need. I wanted so much for Malcolm to take me to bed and fuck my brains out, but I knew my place and knew never to demand anything no matter what it was from my husband. He handed the garter to Jason, as a good luck present, as he and Jessica had announced their engagement. With the garter removed, I could at least walk and I got up and handed my bouquet to my maid of honor Jessica as good luck, knowing she was going to need it in her future life as Jason's submissive cocksucking fuck slut and adoring and devoted wife. Eventually, we made it to our honeymoon suite where Malcolm finally unlocked me from my chastity belt, but only after I knelt in my dress and performed my now wifely duty of giving him a slow sensual blow job. He then unbuttoned me from my satin bondage wedding gown and helped me get out of my wedding corset and unlocked the chastity belt. I was then slipping into my white bridal peignoir and beginning my life as Malcolm's submissive and subservient wife with a night of intense sex and passion, after which I slept soundly. I no longer dreamed of being Malcolm's stepford wife since it was now my reality. So here we are, a year on. It's Valentine's Day today. My one year anniversary with Malcolm. He's let me go home early to surprise him. I have a car now, a pink Mercedes sports coupe, license plate PRISSY, of course, just the kind of car for a busty blonde bimbo. He let's me take care of all those things that an adoring devoted wife does, like the shopping, dry cleaning, and anything else he wants me to do, and he knows I'll do them. There's a bondage bench and a pair of spanking machines with my name on them if I don't. Which is why I'm waiting for him dressed in a Red Satin Playboy Bunny outfit. We use the Pink one for his birthday every year now. I'm all made up and ready to start another year as Prissy-Sissy, a pretty delicate sexy flower, that Malcolm loves and wants to make love to, and I want him to, because I love Malcolm and I want to look pretty and sexy for him. Since this is my life, for I am his wife. Every day's sunny, when his cock's in my mouth and his cum's in my tummy. Because all I am, and will only ever be, is Malcolm's submissive cocksucking bimbo fuck bunny. And that's why I hate Valentine's Day. XOXO Prissy-Sissy