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As soon as the door had closed behind us, Helen spoke. "Right, girls.
Frocks off. Show us your knickers."
We dollies looked at each other a little nervously, but the two real
girls started removing their dresses, so we did so too, helping each
other with back zips where necessary. We laid our dresses carefully on
the bed, so as not to get creases in them. I wasn't really surprised to
see that we dollies all had matching knickers, each pair clearly
containing the outline of a little padlock. The two girls had more modern
style bikini panties that clung to their crotch areas. No padlocks
there.
Nor any sissy boy bits. All of us were wearing stockings and suspenders.
And bras, of course. The falsies that we dollies had in our bras gave us
all larger busts than the girls had. But I couldn't help wishing that I
had real tits. Even if relatively modest in size.
Helen led us through to the sitting room that was part of the bridal
suite. There were three cushions on the floor. She picked up a circular
tray. "Take your key necklaces off," she instructed. She took each
necklace and placed it on the tray. Then she turned the tray round and
handed a necklace back to each of us. "Hopefully no-one has their own
necklace now," she said. "But now you've each got to give the key back to
the right person." She directed three of us to stand behind a cushion
and
the other three to kneel down in front of them. "OK. Now if you're
kneeling down, read the name on the knickers in front of you and say
hello to your partner by name. Then gently pull down his knickers and see
if the key fits his padlock. If it doesn't, pull his knickers back up
again and stand up. He'll then kneel in front of you and repeat the
process. If his key doesn't work either, he will stand up and you can
give each other a good snog. Then we'll change partners and repeat the
procedure. Of course, sooner or later you will find a lock that your key
will open. When that happens, remove the lock and the chastity device.
Stroke what you find inside gently with your fingers. Then use your mouth
and lips to reduce the swelling to a state where the device can easily
be
refitted. In this case, give the key necklace back to its rightful owner.
And whenever you change partners, if you no longer have a key necklace
in
your hand, you don't have to kneel down. And of course, if you have your
own necklace back, you don't have to stand up."
I glanced across at Alice and she caught my eye. A secret little smile.
We had been here before. I suddenly realised that some of the others may
have too.
I knelt down in front of my partner and read the name on her knickers.
"Hello Martina," I said. My key did not fit her lock, and her key did not
fit mine. In fact no-one found a match the first time, nor the second.
But the third time my key fitted Joanna's lock. Even before my fingers
stroked, she was starting to get hard. Only a few moments later her warm
sissy juices shot into my mouth and I swallowed eagerly. Soon her cock
was so small that I probably left lipstick traces on her balls...
I was rather pleased that Joanna's key fitted my lock. It meant I didn't
have to wait any longer to release the pressure that was building up...
Meanwhile two more keys had been returned to their owners, leaving one
couple to relieve each other in turn. Joanna and I watched, arms around
each other's waists, hands occasionally moving down to stroke each
others' bottoms through smooth silky knickers as we watched the show and
remembered how it had been for us. We had bonded. We were a couple.
Once everyone had been through the bonding exercise and had their
partners, Helen reminded us to repair our lipstick before putting our
dresses back on. And then we were back downstairs again. Sipping
champagne. Chatting. Not nervous any more. But smiling. Contentedly
relaxed. And amazingly it was only just over an hour since we had been
ushered upstairs.
We didn't really need to check the seating plan. Our table, just for the
six of us, had a doll sitting in the middle. We all knew that under its
skirts would be some pretty knickers and that the doll would have boy
bits. Like we all knew that we each had. We chatted happily through the
meal. Three couples. And as sipped drinks during the speeches,
occasionally a hand would stroke a partner's thigh under the cover of the
table cloth. Fingers trace the outline of a suspender clasp through a
partner's skirt...
We promised each other to keep in touch. And certainly, Joanna and I did.
A week or two later we got copies of the wedding videos. Not the normal
wedding videos you see, featuring the bride and groom. We dollies were
the stars. There must have been several webcams around that room where
the cushions had been so carefully placed on the floor. I wondered if
Mummy and her new husband had watched the videos on their wedding
night...?
Many readers will no doubt be familiar with the situation of waking in
the morning with a hand gently gripping, or maybe even gently massaging,
an erection. Those who wear a nightie and knickers will be aware of the
additional delight of one's cock being enrobed in silky material. I like
it best when it's Joanna's hand.
I recently threw out the last of my male clothes. I needed the wardrobe
space.
THE END
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