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The Wedding Night.
My wife of ten hours and I were led down the hotel corridor to the hotel
suite by a bell boy who carried our luggage in a trolley. We arrived at
the door to the large honeymoon suite and the the Bell Boy opened the
door with a flourish, throwing the wide doors open, before standing aside
to let us enter.
"Hold on a minute," I said. I grabbed hold of my wife and swept her up in
my arms and she squealed with surprise.
"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing loudly.
"It's tradition," I explained and then took one deliberate step over the
threshold. My wife squealed again, laughing with delight as I placed her
on her feet. She smiled and swept her arms up around my neck. She kissed
me long and deeply and I pressed her youthful lithe body against my own.
Parting, she lowered her arms to hold my hands.
"Hello Husband," she said. I broke into a massive grin, wondering how I
had ever managed to get such a beautiful woman to even talk to me, never
mind marry me.
"Hello wife."
She let go to look around the room. It has a massive living room with
floor to ceiling windows on one wall, a massive TV in front of a couch
and sofa. In the bedroom, a Queen sized bed sat in the centre of the room
with massive wardrobes on either side. The carpet was plush and there was
a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the desk with two large
glasses. As the Bell boys put our suitcase away in the wardrobes for us
to unpack, my wife poured us two large glasses of champagne. I tipped the
bell boy a tenner, and he left the room. My wife picked up the two flutes
of champagne and handed one to me.
"To our new life together," she said.
"Our new life, together," I said and we clinked glasses. We each took a
sip of champagne and then she set down her glass. Turning to me. She
dropped her arms. Her smile fell from her face leaving a cold hard mask.
"Okay. Fun time is over," she said. And with these words, our
relationship changed. Outside the door of this honeymoon suite, I was the
breadwinner and the chief in the marriage. But in here, in private, she
was the boss. I merely did as I was told. She approached me and took the
glass from my hand. Then she pushed me into the bed room.
"Get out of those ridiculous clothes. Now!"
I knew better than to argue with her. I loosened and unhooked my tie,
draping the garment on the bed. I then took off my jacket and laid that
on the bad too. I unbuckled my belt as I shuffled out of my shoes and
then pulled off my trousers, laying them on the bad by the jacket. I then
unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off revealing the bridal lingerie I was
wearing beneath it. A ure white long line bra with three garter tabs on
each side that threaded below my pure white bikini style panties to
attach to and hold up a pair of pure white 15 denier stockings that clad
my freshly shaven legs. The last things I pulled off were a pair of black
socks I had worn to keep suspicious eyes from seeing the stockings. My
wife had watched me with an evil smirk on her face.
"That's a little better," she said, walking up to me. She walked around
me, placing her hand on my satin clad behind and causing me to shiver.
Coming back round to the front, she poked the cups of my bra with a
finger of each hand.
"These look a little flat though." She peered at my face, taking chin her
hand and twisting it from side to side.
"And that face looks silly."
She then walked to the wardrobe and pulled a metal box from it. She then
thrust it into my arms and pointed at the vanity.
"Tits, make up and hair. Right now."
I walked over to the vanity, set the box down and sat in the chair. I
opened the metal container and pulled out two large objects in a plastic
bag. Opening the bag, I took out my fake breasts. They were silicone,
expensive and realistic. A D cup. I pulled down the straps of the long
line bra and bared my freshly shaved chest. I applied a layer of adhesive
to the insides of the forms and applied them to my chest. The one thing I
couldn't find, was the solvent I needed to remove them. And since my wife
had packed this case, I had the horrible feeling that she had left it
behind. Once the breasts were in place, I took some foundation powder and
blended in the edges so they looked natural.
I then pulled up my bra and readjusted the straps to accommodate the
weight of my new breasts. I took a make up bag from the box and laid out
the objects in the order I was to use them, on the desk. Next I pulled a
hair net over my short cropped brown hair and started applying my make
up. A base cover of foundation covered with powder. Then I lined both
eyes with a dark black pencil and applied a pair of false eyelashes.
Light blue mixed into silver coated my upper eyelids. Then I added blush
to my cheeks, a soft rosy red that gave me the glow of the blushing bride
that I so clearly wasn't, but was beginning resemble.
Next I added long false fingernails which I painted in glossy shade of
red which matched my toes which I had painted that very morning. Finally
I drew a darkened line around my lips with a lip pencil and then used a
brush to paint lip in a glossy red, finally applying lip gloss to give
them a bright sheen. I took a final bag from the box. Opening it up to
reveal a wig. It was blonde, curly and extremely long, below my shoulders
when it was in place. I pulled it on over the cap and used several hair
pins to keep in place. The effect nothing short of miraculous. Instead of
a thirty year old businessman, the face that looked back at was that of a
young woman, dressed in bridal lingerie.
While I had transformed myself, my wife had taken my clothes. One hanger
held my suit trousers and jacket. Another hanger held my shirt with the
tie tucked under the collar, hanging loosely down the front of the shirt.
She had taken my shoes and placed my socks in them. Everything was then
hung in the wardrobe. Which was then locked. I didn't notice where she
put the key. Now she was sat on the bed, inspecting her fingernails. When
I had finished, I simply sat there with my hands on my lap. She looked up
and smiled, but it was a cold smile, and a little wicked.
"Stand up. Stand here." She pointed at the carpet, in front of the full
length mirror. I rose from the chair and made my over, standing in front
of it. I saw a blonde woman in tight fitting lingerie looking back. I
felt the shame building up in my gut.
"Oh, that's much better darling, much, much better." She stood at my
side. And then she pulled me to stand in front of the bad. She she stood
back to look at me.
"Pull your panties down."
I didn't hesitate, I hooked the bikini cut panties down over my hips and
left them puddle around my ankles. She smiled as I exposed myself to her.
"Oh that's very nice. Very nice indeed."
She walked over and placed her hand on my crotch. Not that she could
touch my genitals. They were covered by a chastity belt, that held my
testicles up inside my body and my penis pulled back between my legs. The
cock ring prevented an erection. Now I could add frustration to my shame.
She took a step back. And glanced at the silver key that hung from a
chain around my neck.
"Is that the key?"
I nodded. The smile fell completely from her face.
"Is that the key?" she asked again sternly. I winced.
"Yes Mistress," I replied, my voice was trembling, it was shaky. The
smile reappeared and she reached out to take chain.
"I'll take that." She pulled the chain over my head and dropped the key
into her hand, followed by the chain.
"And when did you put that on?"
"This morning Mistress."
"So you've worn it all day.?
"Yes Mistress."
She walked behind me and then lightly patted my bottom. This caused the
eight inch dildo that I had placed up my behind to jump. I felt it move
inside me and I squealed a little. This caused her to pat my behind again
which elicited another squeal.
"And how long has this been in there?"
"Since the reception Mistress."
"Do you like that?"
She patted my behind again and I gasped as the dildo jumped once.
"Do you like that?" she asked me once more.
I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but I could not speak. I forced
myself to calm down and steadied my breathing.
"Yes Mistress."
Satisfied, my wife walked way. I didn't notice what she did with the key.
But when she turned around, she was smiling gently.
"Pull you panties up. You look like a trollop."
I reached down and gathered up my panties, pulling them up around my
stocking clad legs and fitting them, up around my hips and bottom.
Turning her back, she reached up under skirt of her wedding gown and
fiddled around underneath it. When she turned back she held her garter
belt in her hand. Dangling it from the ring finger of her left hand, the
significance was not lost on me, she held it out to me.
"Something blue? Put it on."
I took it and pulled it up my right leg until it was situated mid thigh,
adjusting it so the bow was in front. And then I straightened up. She
pulled the hem of her dress up and stepped out of her shoes. She stood
back, and looked up at me. I bent at the waist and turned them round.
Then, steadying myself against the bed, I placed my feet into the four
inch high open toed heels. They were a little smaller but my stockinged
feet slid into them easily. I tottered on them for a moment as my calve
muscles changed, moulding my legs to be more feminine. My wife turned her
back to me. She reached up to unhook the back of her dress and then
pulled the zip down to just below her waist. She stepped out of the
dress, revealing her pure white bridal lingerie, identical to the
lingerie that I was clad in. She turned and held the out dress in front
of me. I stepped into the dress. First my right foot and then my left
foot. She then pulled the skirt up over my hips and then held the bodice
of the dress as I guided my arms through the clear lace sleeves, careful
not to snag my nails on the delicate material. Then I felt her pulling
the bodice around my chest, zipping it up, casing my body in the silken
confines of her bridal gown, which was still warm from her body. Then,
finally encased within the dress, I felt her button up the neck of the
dress.
"There you are, my pretty little bride."
She then strode out in front of me. She turned to face me, putting her
hands on her hips. She inspected me with a frown.
"What's missing?" She continued to look at me. And then she pointed at
the floor in front of the mirror. I walked over, taking small steps in
the high heeled, open toed shoes. I stood in front of the mirror. Seeing
a blonde woman in a high necked bridal gown with lace sleeves, a tight
bodice and a flared skirt that dropped to the floor My wife, her hand on
hip, the other hand raised to her chin in a quizzical fashion.
"Something is missing, what on earth can it be?" she asked. I knew
exactly what was missing and so did she. But she wanted me to say it.
"My... My ball gag. Mistress."
My wife gave her best Eureka face and the smiled broadly.
"Ah yes, of course."
She turned to the suitcase she had pulled from the wardrobe as she had
hung up my clothes. She pulled the gag from it's confines and approached
me, swinging the gag from her left hand. Stepping behind me the took the
other end of the gag in her right hand. She held it in front of me. I
opened my mouth and she stuffed the gag into mouth and buckled it tightly
in place. She then stood in front of me and smiled warmly.
"One last thing," she said. She returned to the suitcase and dew
something from it. She turned, she was holding her veil. She approached
me and placed the veil on my head, clipping it into place. She arranged
the veil down my back until it reached the floor then stepped in front of
me, pulling the veil down over my face. She stepped back, smiling as she
looked up at me.
"Oh, don't you look delicious, my virginal blushing bride."
She turned back to the suitcase and drew something from an inner pocket.
It was a digital camera. She raised it to her face and started snapping
few pictures, walking around me. She must have taken over a dozen
pictures. Eventually, she placed the camera on the desk and smiled up at
me.
"You know what to do next. Lay on the bed."
I walk over to the bed and sat down on it. Then, I laid out, arranging
the train out beneath so it laid out straight beneath my body. My wife
returned to the suitcase and grabbed a few more items. She then
approached me, holding four pairs of handcuffs in her right hand.
"Give me your right hand."
I paused for a moment, but only for a moment. Then I held up my right
hand. She clicked the cuff of my right hand and closed it. She then
secured my right wrist to right post of the queen sized bed, She moved
down to the foot of the bed. She grabbed my right ankle ankle and closed
one cuff around it and secured the other end to the bedpost. This was
also done to me left ankle. She moved to my left hand side.
"Give me your left hand."
I could have called a halt to it there and then. I could have indicated
that I wanted to stop this insanity, that I wanted to end this game. But
I didn't. I couldn't. Instead, I held out my left hand. she closed one
cuff around my wrist and secured to the bed head. I was now laid out on
the bed in a spread eagled position, dressed head to foot as a bride,
gagged and helpless. She took up the camera and snapped a few more
pictures before setting the camera down on the desk. She then stood in
front of me. She placed her hand on my ankle and slid her hand up my leg,
causing me to shiver in my bonds.
"Oh, are you scared my lovely bride?"
She joggled the chastity belt that covered my aching genitals. I squirmed
in discomfort as my penis threatened to rise, but was restricted by the
device. My frustration grew. She removed her hand and pulled the skirt
down around my legs. So I was at least covered. She then ran her hand up
the bodice of the gown. Pressing the delicate material against the linger
beneath and against my flesh.
"Just imagine some one finding you, bound and gagged as you are. Just
imagine them playing with you, taking advantage. Imagine them ravishing
you." She then stood back and stepped to the foot of the bed. She gazed
at me shrewdly.
"There is one last thing missing."
She held up her left hand. And then, she carefully removed her rings. The
engagement ring that I had placed on her finger in the restaurant eight
months earlier. And the wedding ring I had placed on her finger only
hours earlier. She stepped over and then removed my wedding ring from my
bound hand and replaced with her engagement ring and wedding ring.
"That's better."
She then slowly stripped her lingerie off. Her panties first, revealing
her sweet pussy. Then she unclipped the garters on her stocking slowly,
by lifting her legs onto the foot of the bed, one by one. She then
unclipped her bra and pulled it off, revealing her large pert breasts and
her smooth taut stomach. She ended the striptease by sliding her
stockings of her legs and letting them fall to the floor. At sight of her
naked body my passions rose, by my penis did not. It began to ache, my
testicles throbbed deep within the scrotal canal from which they had
descended during my adolescence. My wife then stretched in front of me.
After a moment, she simply stood there. Then she smiled.
"I'm going to take a shower." She picked up a small suitcase and headed
into the bathroom. For the next half an hour, I was left, bound to the
bed, squirming in my feminine attire. Struggling against the handcuffs
that held my limbs taught, every movement reminding me of the lingerie
and the dress I had been forced into. When my wife returned, she had
changed. She was dressed in racy red lingerie with black stockings and a
very provocative pair of stiletto heels, what they call 'fuck me' shoes.
Her make up had also changed. She paused in front of me and stretched
herself raising her hands above her head. When she relaxed, she walked
over to the suitcase. Opening she drew out a short leather skirt. She
stepped into it and wiggled her hips as she pulled it up around her
waist. And zipped it closed. She then pulled a white cold shoulder top
from the case and pulled it over her head, smoothing it down over her
bust and leaving an inch of flesh around her trim slender waist. She
donned a black leather jacket and picked up a handbag. She walked up to
stand at my side. She smiled down at me.
"I'm going out now. I'm going to have a drink at the bar. I might be gone
for a while. Don't wait up."
Then her expression hardened again as she leant over me.
"I'm going to find someone. And I'm going to let them fuck me. Cause I
can't let a sissified pansy like you fuck me," she looked at me with
disdain, the sweetness dropped from her voice and became harsh and angry.
She bent down over me, running one hand over the bodice of the dress,
pushing the silk and satin against my flesh. The other hand caressing my
wig, pressing the silken veil down onto my painted face.
"I'm going to find a real man, with a real fat juicy cock for me to suck
on, and then let them plunge that cock into my eager soaking pussy. And
I'm going to leave you here. Helpless. Who knows?" the sweetness returned
to her voice as she stood back, "I'm may even bring them back here, to
play with you."
She smiled the sweet lopsided smile that had one entranced me.
"I may even find a man for you to play. Let you suck his cock."
She turned and walked to the door, the tight skirt and heels giving her
arse a delicious wiggle that I was in no position to enjoy, even if I
wanted to enjoy it. She opened the door and stood in the doorway.
"Have fun. And don't wait up for me."
And with that she was gone, through the door, out into the corridor,
pulling the door shut behind her. And there I was. Dressing in full
bridal lingerie, a wedding dress, with my penis and testes tucked away
where they were no good to me. And of course, there was the full presence
of the dildo tucked up my arse. It was a real presence that was bringing
my no pleasure at all. But it reminded me of who and what I really was. I
was tortured with the thoughts of her naked with another man, of kissing
him, of sucking his cock, of being fucked mercilessly and ravished while
I lay here, bound and helpless. Though my wife's threats were empty, that
though did little to control my imagination which was running wild. I was
disgusted with myself and my feelings of guilt. I felt embarrassed and
ashamed. I felt violated, humiliated and emasculated.
And I was loving every single bloody moment of it.
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