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DAY 6a, THE WEDDING DAY BILLY I was awakened with a start as he came marching through the door carrying a tray with toast, cereal and a mug of coffee upon it. My head was still groggy from the cannabis laced brownie that he had given me last night. I half stumbled out of bed to greet him correctly by curtseying and raising my little baby-doll and saying in the most feminine voice that I could muster. "Good morning sir." "Good morning sissy and how is the little blushing virgin bride-to-be on her big day." Well to be fully honest 'the little blushing virgin bride-to-be' felt like crying; all that I could think about were the frightening movies that I had fallen asleep to stoned, the night before. The images of both real women and pretty boys dressed as women in stockings, heels and lingerie having men's huge erect penis's forced up their asses was burned into my mind. Those scenes from last night were far more sexual than the ones that he had forced me to watch so far. These movies included a lot more full sex and always a mix of oral and anal sex regardless of the true gender of the 'girl'. Of course by now experience had taught that I should not display any attitude that would displease him; so I listened as he gave me his instructions. "After sissy has eaten sissy is to use the bathroom, have a hot bath and make sure that she trims any hair upon her body apart from the little bit above her sissy-clitty." He handed me a safety razor and some shaving gel. Even though I wasn't particularly hirsute, in fact what little body hair that I did have was very fine and pale blond, almost invisible? "Sissy is to be smooth and girly for her husband at all times." I must admit that I found it more than a little disconcerting the way in which he kept referring to me in the third person. It was as if in some way he was trying to de-humanise me, trying to make me feel even more like an object, a possession than a real person! "While sissy is in the bathroom I will bring down here for you the outfit that you will be wearing today; you will look just like a pretty little sissy princess for me." "It is 10am now, I will expect you to be in full make up and dressed properly by 1pm." When I came out of the bathroom about thirty minutes later, clean, smooth and wearing my little white satin gown the first thing that I noticed was the dress hanging from the wardrobe door. It was pure white like a wedding dress only shorter; I guessed that it would be about knee-length on me? It seemed to flow out from the waist and was made of something that looked like satin; from the waist up it was the same white satin with silver embroidered swirls and patterns; only the top looked tighter, more fitted that the skirt. It was obvious that it was meant to be a wedding dress and obvious that he was serious about today! Next to the wedding dress was hung a white stiff meshed petticoat that would make the whole dress look fuller and more stylish. On the floor by the wardrobe was a pair of white high court shoes with what looked like at least a five-inch heel? I looked over top the bed to see lay out upon it a pair white full, sheer, almost see-through pair of panties, a matching full bra and a deep waisted white mesh six-strap suspender-belt; with a pair of white seamed stockings. On the dressing table was some make-up, body, spray, perfume and a note from him, it read. 'The sissy will put on her make-up as perfectly as she can and she must remember that she is making herself pretty for her new husband to impress him. Next the sissy use the body-spray and perfume get dressed and be stood by your bed awaiting me at 1pm exactly' Whatever un-natural, bizarre, perverted plan that he had in store for me was so far out of my control that it would have been pointless and depressing to contemplate it. My only hope was to comply with him fully and avoid as much pain as I could! How could I have imagined that less than a week ago when I had left home that I would find myself in this hopeless predicament? He had 'thoughtfully' left me a small digital clock so that I could see by the time that I would have to forget my past and concentrate on survival; I spent forty-five minutes applying my make-up until I was satisfied with it. I had used the foundation, blusher, blue eye-pencil and matching eye-shadow, thick black mascara, a light brushing of powder and gently painted on the bright red lipstick. After painting the nails on my toes as well as my fingers I allowed it to dry, then applied the sealing lip-balm over my lipstick. I sprayed myself liberally in the feminine body-spray that smelled sweet and girly; then sprayed on some of the perfume from the bottle marked, Chanel Num 5. Then I fastened the suspender-belt around my waist and attached the two white stockings; I must admit that the feel of the nylon was strangely sensuous and under other conditions may have nice? But as it was the feminine sensations of the stockings, followed by the sheer panties that felt so light it was almost like wearing nothing? It only made the whole experience even more submissive, humiliating, embarrassing and shameful for me! I fitted the large false silicon breast forms into my bra and could see the false nipple through the flimsy white material. The dress took me a while to slip on and zip up at the back as the bodice was quite tight across my titties. I slid the petticoat under the dress and shook it out to cover it properly. The shoes were going to be a problem though, they were so high that I could barely totter about in them with short mincing, girly foot-steps. I finished of the outfit with a white pearl neck-lace and two matching brace-lets that he had left out. By 12.45pm I was ready and waiting, my heart is racing and my hands shaking. JOHN Luckily my former wife had been a bridesmaid at one of her friend's wedding a couple of years ago; she had kept the dress because of how pretty it looked and she had worn it since to a full dress summer ball that we had attended. It would fit my new bride perfectly and saved me the time and expense of ordering a dress for her. It was important that she was dressed correctly for today and already having a dress to hand meant that I would not have to wait for one to be delivered and I could bring the big day forward. Today would mark the beginning of her new life, well at least for the foreseeable future and I wanted her to be fully aware of the implications of the little ceremony that I had planned. She would repeat back to me the vows of submission that would bind her to me as my perfect little wife and would learn the full extent of a wife's duties for the first time! As it was going to be a 'special' day for both of us and she was making such an effort to look pretty for me I decided to dress for the occasion too. I had ironed a white shirt yesterday and wore that with a smart black suit, black polished shoes (she would be polishing them in future!), black socks and boxer shorts but without a tie, I didn't want to be too formal! I checked the CCTV monitor every thirty minutes or so, just to see how she was progressing and by the appointed time I could see that she was ready. I couldn't wait to get down to the cellar and see her in the flesh; my cock was already hard in anticipation of pleasures (for me), to come. I was not disappointed, she looked even better in real life than she looked on the monitor screen. "Good afternoon princess" I greeted her. She curtseyed perfectly in her pretty dress displaying just the right amount of stocking-top with a teasing flash of her white panties and replied, "Good afternoon sir." "As from today you will no longer be confined to the cellar, you will be given the full run of the house." "This is a privilege that you will have to earn sissy and only by agreeing to become my wife in every way will you earn it." "With privilege comes responsibility sissy; any lapse on your behalf will immediately see you returned to this room for very long and brutal punishment session, you will learn to fear a return trip to this cellar once you have moved upstairs bitch." I paused a moment to let my words sink in; she must be under no doubt that the penalties for abusing my trust would be heavy and painful for her. "You will be a woman from now on and for a woman it is an honour to be selected by an alpha male and not one that she could EVER REFUSE" I spat out the last two words to emphasise my point. "Now sissy, do you wish to become a woman and be my wife." Even she knew that there was only one answer that would suffice so in s soft girly voice she whispered, "Yes sir." "No bitch," I answered tartly, "ask me if this sissy can have the honour of becoming my wife." She looked up at me with her big blue, heavily made up ayes and answered in a voice that displayed all her hopelessness and submission. "Please may this sissy have the honour of becoming your wife." I moved towards her, slipped my arm around her waist and kissed her; she was reluctant at first but I soon forced my tongue into her mouth. She was mine now and the fun had just begun; I took her by the hand and lead her upstairs. It was cute to see her totter and struggle a little on the stairs as she was not yet fully used to the heels and stairs were a new experience. I would show her around her new home later on; the first night she had stayed she had seen the downstairs and the bathroom but she would need to know her way around the kitchen too, not to mention learn how to use the vacuum cleaner, the iron and ironing-board, etc if she was to become my good little housewife as well as my sex-toy? Once we were upstairs I presented her with a little posy of flowers to complete her blushing bride look; then told her to stand in the hallway outside the living-room door and wait to be summoned. I went into the living-room and shut the door behind me; the cushion was in place on the floor and the ring, collar, riding crop and list of vows were close to hand. I left her outside for five minutes to let her fear and tension build up before shouting. "Sissy may enter." The door slowly opened and my perfect little sissy Stepford wife-to-be reluctantly tottered into the room with her eyes to the floor and clutching her little posy of flowers like the dumb little sissy-girl she was. "Put the posy down there sissy and give me a proper full curtsey." She did a curtsey that under normal circumstances I would consider acceptable; the stocking-tops, suspender-straps were shown as was a brief glimpse of her knickers. However these were not normal circumstances, I wanted more! "Lift you dress higher for me sissy, you need to be displaying yourself for your man; you need to make the superior alpha male want you as his bitch; now show me your knickers young lady." "You have no shame or dignity now you dumb little sissy bitch." I could see her blush demurely, the bright red contrasting beautifully with her white dress but without hesitation she obeyed. She knew all too well the penalties for not doing, a bright red sore bottom! I laughed at her tiny soft clitty creating a little bulge in the front of her sissy panties like a woman's vulva. "You see bitch, that is why you are wearing the dress and I am wearing the trousers; your little clitty is soft and useless whereas my cock is big, hard and throbbing here" I rubbed my groin to emphasise the point. BILLY I found it quite difficult to negotiate the stairs in these high heels but that was the least of my worries; I couldn't help think that things could be getting a lot worse for me? How could I ever have imagined that I would find myself dressed like this and completely at the mercy of some mad pervert? The time seemed to stand still as I awaited his summons by the living-room door. Eventually he called me and I entered the living-room, I had been here before on my first night here but he had moved things around a little and prepared an area in the centre of the room for some purpose? The shame of holding up my dress and showing him the humiliating ensemble that I wore underneath would have reduced me to tears if it wasn't for the fact the so much had happened this week that I was becoming immune to it all. It was hard to think what was worse, having to endure his treatment and my own feminisation or my grim acceptance of the fact? I had never felt so alone and vulnerable in all my life; there was no escape from this and only my acceptance of the mad situation would get me through it. I had to please this man and keep him as happy as I could and that WAS A FACT! His tone had frightened me yesterday when he had suddenly turned very nasty, grabbed my throat and warned me about ever trying to get the jump on him. He was right of course, he was much stronger and he would possibly kill me if I attempted anything foolish. Even if I was to somehow overpower him I would still have to get passed the dogs and then what? I didn't even know where the nearest place of safety was? On entering the room I noticed a couple of cameras on tri-pods directed at the centre of the room where there was a white satin cushion on the floor; there was a small table beside it with some objects upon it that I couldn't quite make out from my position. "you are very pretty, a sissy should be grateful that a real man finds her attractive," he continued. "Tell me how grateful and flattered you are girl." "Sissy is grateful that a real man like you should find her so pretty and desirable" I almost sobbed in response. He seemed pleased and pointed to the cushion. "Now kneel on the cushion in front of me young lady; show me you know your place as you vow to become my wife." I lifted the hem f my white wedding gown and knelt before him on the cushion; I was grateful for his small consideration in providing the cushion. "Firstly, as you will become a real woman for me I think that you should have a pretty little girly name to answer to; don't you." What else could I say accept to agree with him; even a girl's name would be better than being called sissy or bitch all the time I reasoned? Although my previous experiences with him and my instinct should have warned me that accepting a woman's name would mean my implicit acceptance of my fate! "I think that the name Sophie will suit you well sissy; little sissy Sophie. And not a name that can be shortened in any way to sound potentially male." "Now what is your name sissy." "My name is S-S-Sophie," I bleated in response. "Good girl, now we shall begin; you will repeat after me your vows of submission and obedience to me as your husband, your owner and your master." "I vow to obey my husband and always think of how to please him." I repeated back his vows, my head in a spin; I could barely comprehend what I was promising. They all seemed to run into one another and I couldn't remember which order they were in as I repeated them back; I hoped that he wasn't going to quiz me on them later as it all became a blur. My masculinity was verbally stripped from me and by the end I even began to think of myself as girl too; why else would I be here submitting like this? Surely if I had had any sense of male dignity and pride I wouldn't be wearing girl's panties and sucking cock? "I accept that men are naturally superior to women, that cock is superior to pussy." "I accept that real men are much cleverer and stronger than worthless pussy and that a pussy's only worth is in how she can serve her man." "I accept that I am just pussy now and you are my superior alpha male, a real man and my MASTER." Each time that I correctly responded he gently replied, "Good girl." "I will love my husband and master, serve him and obey him; I will dedicate my life to making him happy in every way." "I will think of myself only ever as female and refer to my body bits in the feminine terms; a woman has a clitty and vagina only real men have cocks." "I vow to always make myself pretty for my husband, always wear make-up and dress in a pleasing way for him at all times." "I vow to have no other thoughts or opinions on any subject not given to me by my husband; I must let him do the thinking for me as I am just a dumb bimbo bitch." "I will be my husband and masters wife, friend, cook, cleaner, entertainment and whore." "I Sophie beg my new master to take me and make me his as for a woman life only has meaning when she is owned." He looked down at me; his face never looked more menacing as he calmly responded. "Oh I'm going to take you Sophie; I will make your life have new meaning for sure" A cruel smile flickered across his face. At the end of my long, complex and disturbing vows he responded with just one of his own. "The HUSBAND and MASTER promises to feed, clothe and shelter his woman in return for her future obligations." He looked down at me as I knelt before him and actually smiled a smile of victory mixed with contentment and I knew that my fate was sealed. I looked up to see him leaning towards me with what looked like a stainless steel band; by the time that I realised what it was it was around my neck. "You will wear my collar as a symbol of my possession over you; and as a way of keeping track of you." He went on to explain that there was a chip in the collar that I wouldn't be able to remove that enable him to track my location down to the room at any time and that it would make my escape even less possible. Between the tracking device, his dogs and the cold winter temperatures my escape was IMPOSSIBLE. Next he took my left hand and placed a matching steel band on my third finger. "I pronounce us man and wife, I am your husband and Master and you are my property young lady." JOHN She looked perfect as she knelt before me, her beautiful white dress spread out; occasionally glancing up with her big doleful, doe-like eyes; like the hunters trophy she was, taken and owned by a real man, the superior alpha male! It was time to emphasise my control and power over her; she would promise to serve my cock at any time, to worship it and accept that she belongs to my cock now. "Look at me Sophie, look at your new husband." I took a couple of steps closer to her and attached the metal leash to the D-ring on her collar. "Keep your eyes open and looking up at me and open that sexy little mouth princess; you need to say your vows to my cock as well as to me." I opened my trousers and took out my already fully erect dick; watching her had kept me hard all day so far and there was a long way to go today yet. She looked up, mouth and eyes wide open like the good little cock- sucking slut that I had trained her to be. "Open your mouth wide and breathe through your nose sweetheart; you're mine now." Her beautiful big blue eyes opened even wider as I slipped about four inches straight into her mouth. I pushed a little further until they began to bulge along with her cheeks; I could see that she was beginning to struggle, which was just what I wanted. "Good girl Sophie, you have to show me how much you love my cock princess, you're my wife now and that's what wives do." I put one hand on the back of her head and the other under her chin to keep her throat aligned and to keep her looking at me so that I could see the expression in her face as I spoke. "I will speak and you will nod your head to signal that you fully understand what I am saying" She nodded her head gently, my hands and dick preventing too much movement from her. "You belong to my cock now don't you Sophie; you accept that it is your responsibility to attend to its every needs." Again she nodded her head as best she could. "You will dedicate your life to serving me cock young lady, do you understand." "You will love and worship my cock; you will serve my cock whenever, wherever and however I want WHORE?" I spat out as I tugged at her lead. "You will take pride in pleasing my cock and swallowing my alpha male sperm." "YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF MY COCK NOW BITCH; DO YOU UNDERSTAND." She nodded gently to each of my demands and each time I gently slipped my cock another inch or so into her mouth. By the last spat out command I was almost fully inside her mouth and she was impaled to deeply to even attempt a nod but I knew that she fully understood her position. I looked down at her face, the panic in her eyes; her dress spread around her kneeling body and fought back the urge to empty my balls deep into her throat right here and now. We had a long night ahead of us and I wanted to save my first full heavy load for another place; that is not to say that I wouldn't spend a while edging myself to expand that first 'deposit' even more for later on in the bedroom? She was on the verge of tears so I decided to ease off for now; I didn't want to make her cry and ruin her mascara so early in the day! So reluctantly removing my still throbbing erect member from her mouth with a sexy little pop as it bounced out of her lips; I told her to stand. I wanted to hold her; to kiss her, to show her that I wanted her like a real man wants a bitch. The smell of her fear mixed with her womanly scent was a powerful aphrodisiac for me; my cock was bulging in my pants for her. I noticed with pleasure the way her head naturally tilted to the side to allow me to kiss her; she really was becoming my girl! SOPHIE My knees were stiff from having knelt down for so long in one place although thankfully the cushion had helped. I found it a little difficult to stand especially in these heels and he had to assist me by putting one hand under my arm-pit and raising me to the standing position. He tugged at the lead harder until i was in the standing position; head bowed eyes down. "You are my wife now; so kiss me like a woman kisses her husband." He grabbed me in his huge arms and held me tight against his body' like the passive little deer that I had become I instinctively tilted my head to the side like a girl would so that he could force his mouth upon mine. I felt so weak, limp and helpless in his grip that it seemed natural to adopt a passive feminine stance? I submitted to him and let him invade my mouth with his rough, thrusting, probing tongue; held firm with one of his big hands around my waist and the other holding my head in place. The kiss seemed to last forever and left me breathless through like of air more than passion but my panting and quick breathing seemed to please him. "You see my pretty little princess Sophie, you will learn to accept and enjoy your new life." He led me to the sofa and told me to sit down; then he disappeared towards the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses. "This is the last time that I will ever serve you bitch, after tonight you will be doing all the serving around here young lady." He sat down beside me, poured two glasses and handed me one; then he produced a pre-rolled joint from a tin on the table and lit it. After taking a couple of hits of it himself he passed it to me; I took it and inhaled deeply, I wanted to be as stoned and numb as possible. It was a very strong joint and immediately had the desired effect; my limbs felt weak and loose and my head span. "A toast! A toast to our future together; drink girl." He clinked his glass against mine and drank; I did likewise. "You may wonder why I am doing this to you sweetheart? Well it's your wedding day so feel free to ask?" He grinned in a sinister way. I responded, the drink loosening my tongue, half in tears I bleated, "Y-y-yes sir, please..... Why are you doing this to me?" My voice faltered and cracked in misery. "BECAUSE I CAN BITCH" He laughed, pulling at my lead. "Because you are weak and I am strong bitch; because you are the lamb and I am the wolf bitch; because you are a dumb little sissy bimbo slut and I am a REAL MAN, A SUPERIOR MAN, AN ALPHA MALE and you are a cunt." He was playing with me, tormenting me mentally, breaking down my will to resist him and he knew it. "Now be a good little wife and come here Sophie." I was pulled across the sofa towards him and he slipped his arm around my shoulders. "This doesn't have to be too bad princess," he whispered. "Just be the girl!" I could feel his arm move up around my neck pulling me towards him for another kiss and more disturbingly I could feel his over hand on my stocking clad knee beginning to move slowly but surely up my leg! As it reached under my dress towards my stocking-tops I broke of his kiss in panic; what was he doing, where was he going? "N-n-no p-please," I begged which only made him laugh aloud again in an unpleasant and cruel way. "Oh look at the coy little girly all shy and demure; it's you wedding night darling, it's far too late for that. Don't you dare resist me girl, you know who the power is around here." He deftly opened a bottle of poppers and slipped it under my nose. "Breath in deeply honey, both nostrils; it will make you feel so relaxed, so feminine, so sexy, so passive and submissive princess." The fumes from the small bottle hit me immediately and predictably my body relaxed to a point where I could barely move my arms and my head was spinning, deep dark thoughts of passiveness and acceptance of submission flashed through my mind. His hand moved further up my thigh, over my stocking-tops and onto the exposed flesh at the top. I tried to wriggle and escape his roaming hands but with the effect of the poppers on my head and his firm restraining, dominating position made that impossible. "Keep still princess, all of your pretty little girly body belongs to me now. You have learned quickly how to please your husband with your slutty mouth bitch but that is not the only way that a wife pleases her husband and MASTER." His open palm brushed against my soft smooth clitty through the sheer flimsy material of my panties. "This useless little thing belongs to me too sissy but more importantly this too belongs to me" his finger probed down between my thighs reaching for my ass-hole. "You are a woman now Sophie and a woman has a vagina just like this doesn't she girl." I just froze and lay there rigid in fear and horror; I tried to keep my thighs together but he flexed his fingers and gently prised them apart. I felt like a teenage girl on a date that has completely lost control of the situation and knows that things are gonna get out of hand. Which I suppose in a way I was; we both knew that he could do whatever he wanted to me and there was nothing that I could do about it. "Relax honey," he whispered in my ear. "Try to be as sexy and girly as you can; you know how a man wants his woman to behave." JOHN She champagne and cannabis combined with the poppers were making her very co-operative indeed, she would have to be very co-operative later. I thought it best for her to be as stoned as possible for when I first take her to the bedroom; she will see and experience things in there tonight that will make her thank me for getting her high! I was enjoying toying with her, pretending to act like a caring boyfriend gently pushing his luck but with her I knew where it was going to end; although I wasn't sure if the dumb, dizzy, bimbo bitch had fully cottoned on yet? Her soft little clitty felt good as my hand brushed against it, her sissy-bits stretching the sheer flimsy material of her panties like a bitch's vulva would. As a REAL MAN I am not particularly interested in her 'bits' for my pleasure and especially not to give her any pleasure; she would learn to experience that from other means! I wanted to touch her to remind her of how soft and useless she was and why from now on her only use sexually would be as a woman. The hormones that I ordered would arrive in the next couple of days and once she was on them her clitty would become even more surplus to requirements! I kissed her again and said, "Come on princess, show your husband that you love him and want him." My hand moved from her clitty and still under her dress I over hip and pulled her over to me as I sat back on the sofa. Her leg was pulled over mine in the process allowing me to move my hand onto her panty-clad bottom. "Feel my hand on your ass girl, doesn't it feel very personal and invasive to have a man's hand up your dress my darling." She didn't have a chance to answer as I pulled her close and kissed her hard and deep once again. My god she felt good, her skin was so smooth between her stocking-tops and panties at the rear of her thigh and wonderfully soft and smooth as my hand slipped inside her knickers and roamed her bare bottom. She was making me so hard it was all that I could do to resist taking her as my wife there and then but I had promised myself that when I fucked her it would be in the manner that I had planned. Even so it was time for a little pleasure before the main event; she was going to suck my cock to the point of bursting a couple more times yet before my first ejaculation of the day. I gently manoeuvred her back onto the seat and broke off the kiss; with one hand I unbuttoned my trousers and with the other hand gently but firmly gripped the back of her neck. As my throbbing cock sprang out of my pants I looked her in the eye then looked down at my cock, her gaze followed mine towards the throbbing member. "You know what your husband wants darling, you promised to serve and please him." She gave me the knowing look, the look a woman gives to her superior alpha male when asked to perform and gave only token resistance as I guided her head down into my crotch. I wanted her to give me a blow-job like a girlfriend would, sat next to me with her head in my lap as I stroked her hair. "Suck my dick girlfriend style bitch and tell me how much you like it." I did not hear her mumbled reply as by then her mouth was full of my dick but I knew that it would have been the answer that I wanted to hear. She was defeated now and I sat back against the back of the sofa and looked down in triumphant satisfaction at the back of her head, her blond hair bobbing in my lap. "Good girl," I murmured appreciatively. "Suck my cock like you were born to do princess." I pushed her head a little further down until I could feel the tip of my dick ease into her throat; she choked a little and tried to wriggle but she was held in place firmly and there would be no room for her to move. I held the base of my shaft in one hand and pulled her head up so that she could look up at me as she worked. "Open your eyes bitch and look at your man as you service his superior alpha male penis." I held the opened bottle of poppers under her nose and told her to, "Breathe deep Sophie, relax and slide into your role as my pretty little cock-sucker; your Master has big plans for you." She looked up at me with her big baby blue eyes bulging, making the whites look even bigger than normal; I stopped short as the tears welled up; after all I didn't want her to ruin her make-up just yet. I reached down to her lead, gave it a gentle tug and lifted her head up off my cock. "You are a girl called Sophie, you are my wife, my property, my whore; I am your husband and Master." "Now look up at me and say it with some sincerity, like you mean it, tell me you love your husband Sophie." "Tell me that you love my cock, you love sucking it and you love the taste of my sperm." I know that it didn't really mean anything; the stupid cunt would say whatever she thought would please me but it gave me some degree of satisfaction to see her looking up at me saying it. "I love your cock sir, I love sucking it and love the taste of your sperm" The silly little cunt replied with a tear in her sad dejected eye. "Good girl Sophie, I think that you are going to be just perfect for me don't you princess." She could only look down and agree. SOPHIE. I was allowed to sit back up as he casually bent his still erect cock back into his boxers and fastened his trousers. The taste of his man- hood was still fresh in my mouth so I drank some more champagne in a futile attempt to clear it. Fortunately he hadn't actually ejaculated into my mouth as he had done on previous occasions although on both times that he had made me perform oral on him I had felt his cock twitching towards the end as if he was near to it? I did wonder why he hadn't actually cum either time; it was unlike him not to go all the way? He leaned over and kissed me again and called me his 'good little slut', this made me shudder but I knew that he was going to take a break from any further assault for now when he said, "You must be hungry honey, go and mince to the kitchen and bring in the plate of sandwiches from the fridge; there's a good girl." I didn't need him to tell me twice and took the opportunity to escape into a different room from him if only for a minute? Remembering how to walk like a woman in heels as he had taught me; I minced into the kitchen and took a minute to compose myself, then opened the fridge and took out the sandwiches. We spent the next hour or so sat on the sofa eating the food, drinking champagne and smoking joints while watching the video of our earlier ceremony. He must have a quick way of matching up the shots from the different cameras that were set up as it played out seamlessly showing my submission to him on the big television screen. "Watch and remember your vows Sophie; only by following them can you have any sort of worth as my woman," he whispered threateningly. "I can get just as much pleasure from you against your will as with your consent; you will be my woman bitch" He hissed "Y-y-yes sir," I dutifully replied. My head was literally in bits from the weed and the whole crazy situation but whatever the future held for me it was beyond my control for now and I must accept it. After a while I stopped flinching as he casually placed his hand on my stocking-clad knee, moving it slowly up my thigh as he spoke about how our life together would be. After we had finished watching our 'wedding' movie he flicked on the remote control. "Let's watch some educational movies; you will learn how it truly feels to be a woman many times before the sun comes up tomorrow bitch." He gently slapped me around the face and told me to, "Shut your dumb bimbo mouth bitch, watch the movies and learn." The sights of women and effeminate young males dressed as women dressed in nylons and lingerie getting first their mouths used and then their vaginas and ass-holes was hypnotising me as me weed addled brain focused on the action. He was getting more and more excited and at one stage told me to caress his erect penis through his trousers although fortunately he didn't demand that I take it out and suck it. As the third movie finished he took the end of my lead in his hand and gave it a little tug as he stood up; I knew instinctively to stand. "Come on sweetheart, it's time for your little tour of the upstairs." He led me upstairs and pointed out the bathroom, the toilet, a couple of spare rooms and then placed his hand on my bottom and propelled me towards a great oak door. "Don't be alarmed princess, everything that I do to you tonight will be ultimately for your own good and you will thank me for it in the morning."