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It was the Friday evening, a week before the wedding weekend. Julie
came round with a present for me. I wasn't sure what it was at first.
It was made of black rubber and looked a bit like an ace of spades.
Thin at the top, expanding to quite a bulbous shape, then narrowing
down to a narrow stem, with a flat base like a wine glass. "It's a butt
plug," she explained. "When you've got it in you'll find you clench
your buttocks a bit more and it will improve your posture. You'll
naturally pull your shoulders a little further back and stick your
wonderful chest out a bit more. It'll make you look even lovelier!"
She gave me a packet of light laxative tablets. "Take one tonight, so
you'll be sure to empty your bowels in the morning. We'll put the butt
plug in after you've had a shower. Keep the plug in during the day and
take it out at night. Have a laxative each evening so that you'll be
ready to get plugged in again the next morning. If you start with the
plug now, you should be used to it by the big day. Believe me, it will
be worth it"
Later that evening, after the usual routine with the glass and the
comforter, she locked my shrivelled cock away in the chastity. " That's
the last time until your wedding night," she told me. "I want you fully
loaded and ready!"
The next morning, as I went for my shower, she handed me the butt plug.
"Run some warm water into the wash basin and let the plug rest in it
while you have your shower. It will make the rubber more flexible and
closer to your body temperature so that it's not such a shock to the
system."
While I was towelling myself dry, Julie dried the butt plug. I saw that
she had also got a large tube of lubricant. "Kneel down by the bed and
then lie your upper body down on the bed so I can get to your bum," she
said. "Now let your bum-hole relax." Her finger gently rubbed lubricant
around my bum-hole, then pushed gently inside. "That's a good boy," she
said. "Just a little more lubricant, then we'll put the plug in."
A few moments later I felt the well-lubricated plug being pushed into
my bottom. Just a little way at first, then out again. More lubricant.
Then a little further in. It felt huge. Would it really fit inside me
without tearing my bum-hole open? After a few more goes, with the plug
going in further each time, the widest part of the plug entered inside
me. The rest went in very easily, as my bum naturally closed around it.
It felt rather strange. But yet a little erotic. My bum was plugged and
my cock was locked in chastity.
I got dressed. As I walked around, especially in my heels, I did notice
that my posture had changed. Julie complimented me too, "Your tits look
bigger than ever now!"
That evening she told me how to remove the butt plug. "Just bend over
and hold the base of the plug. Then pretend you're going to do a dump.
You should find that it comes out quite easily and naturally." I went
into the bathroom and tried what she said. The plug came out quite
easily. But my bottom felt as if it had been stretched. I washed my bum
with warm soapy water to remove the remains of the lubricant. I washed
the butt plug as well.
"You might want to put a pad in your knickers," said Julie. "You might
get some of that lube jelly oozing out."
We snuggled together in bed. My chastity device had not been removed
that evening. I would have been grateful to have been granted the
chance to relieve the pressure that had been built up as a result of
the stimulating day's shopping. But the only relief I felt was the
absence of my butt plug.
The next morning Julie told me I had to put the butt plug in myself.
"Use plenty of lubricant. Don't force too hard. Insert it a bit at a
time like I did yesterday. Just relax your body and let it enter you.
Accept it. You'll probably find it easiest to squat and then sit on the
plug to push it in." I did struggle a bit doing this on my own, but as
I knew from the day before what sensations I would feel, the plug went
in fairly easily eventually.
We spent a few hours walking around the shopping area. Arm in arm. The
bride-to-be clinging on to my intended. Under my dress I was laced into
my basque. Getting used to my high heels. And to walking with the butt
plug inside me. The combination of high heels and butt plug made me
very conscious of how my bottom was waggling as I walked. Or at least
how it felt - what it looked like I could only imagine.
Julie had to go to work the next day (I did too) so she didn't stay
after our evening meal. "A few more days of chastity for you, and then
we'll be married," said Julie as she kissed me before leaving.
"Remember to use the butt plug every day this week. Lube it well. Take
it out at night and don't forget to take the laxative before you go to
bed."
The week flew by. I got some positive remarks from the girls in the
office about how I looked. "You didn't have another op, did you?" asked
one. "Or is the anticipation of the big day that makes your boobs look
even bigger?" I didn't explain the reason for my changed posture, but
the comment made me feel good. I was looking forward to wearing the
wedding dress. And to displaying my generous cleavage in public.
The big day had arrived. Julie had stayed overnight as we needed an
early start. I was shaved, showered and plugged before being laced into
my basque. Then I put on a dressing gown. The hairdresser was coming
quite early. And a beautician was coming with her to do our make-up.
Then it was on with the wedding dress. I walked down the stairs
carefully, holding the hem of my dress up with one hand and my shoes in
the other hand.
Mrs Robinson had lent me a solitaire necklace. The stone was not a real
diamond (otherwise it would have been worth an absolute fortune). But
it gave people an excuse to look at my tits. And I had decided to wear
a favourite pair of white knickers, full cut style, with frills around
the leg-holes and a pretty bow at the waist. Not one of the new pairs
bought recently. So with my new wedding-dress I was following the old
tradition: "Something old, something new, something borrowed..."
The "Something blue" was a broad blue ribbon tied in a bow around my
balls and chastity device. A wedding present for my husband to untie
later.
We travelled to the wedding venue together in the same taxi. I in my
wedding gown and Julie in a trouser-suit. It didn't make her look
masculine. But it was clear which of us was the bride.
We had only invited a small group of guests. A few friends and
colleagues. Mrs Robinson and her daughter had been invited, but I
hadn't told my mother about the wedding. She and I had never got on
very well. We could inform her later.
The official ceremony passed very smoothly. The registrar didn't seem
in any way disturbed that I was the one in a wedding dress. After all,
it is the 21st century. All combinations of married couples are now
accepted.
The groom kissed the bride and we turned to face our guests. I saw that
my mother was sitting near the back. After we had been congratulated by
most of the guests she came over to speak. "You didn't tell me you were
going to have a sex-change," she said accusingly. "Oh, he hasn't
changed his gender," replied Julie. "He's still a Sissy." We turned to
face each other and our lips touched briefly.
When we turned our faces forward again, my mother had gone. "Don't
worry about her," said Julie. "I'm here to look after you now."
It had been a wonderful day. We had enjoyed a splendid meal, a few
speeches and toasts. Photos had been taken. We had been first on the
dance floor and then we had gone to our room where I changed into my
blue outfit and some shorter heels. We had returned to the party and
socialised with our guests.
But now we were alone in the bridal suite of the hotel. We helped each
other undress. Julie knelt in front of me and untied the big blue bow.
Then she unlocked the padlock and removed my chastity device. She gave
my cock a little kiss as it sprang to attention after a week's
abstinence. I lay on my back and Julie straddled me. "Stay hard for me
as long as you can," she said as her warm moist cunt enveloped my eager
erection.
I held on as long as I could as she rode my throbbing shaft until
finally I found myself gushing inside her. As my erection began to
subside I could feel her cunt muscles trying to hold my cock inside
her. She leant forward. Our tits touched. We kissed, her tongue pushing
inside my mouth until that moment when my shrivelled member slid out of
her body. Then she straddled my face so that our mingled love-juices
could flow into my mouth, assisted by my tongue.
When she was satisfied that I had licked her sufficiently clean. She
got off me. "Thank you darling. That was wonderful." She helped me up
from the bed. "You'd better take your butt plug out now dear," she
said. I went to the bathroom. I rinsed the plug in the wash basin and
then went back into the bedroom.
Now I understood what the butt plug had been preparing me for. Julie
had put on a strap-on dildo. "Put your pretty new nightie on, darling,"
she said. "The bride is going to get fucked."
Moments later I was lying on my back, my knees touching my luscious
tits, my husband between my legs, thrusting deep inside me. My cock
started to stiffen again. Our love making was going to continue for
some time yet.
THE END
Nadene
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