A sissy called Jezebel Part XVI
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A sissy called Jezebel Part XX - Jezebel and hir entire family next
attend a family wedding, where the bride is a sissy (of course.) What
sexy, submissive traditions prepare the beautiful blushing bride for hir
big day? Will our bride vow to love, cherish and (especially) obey, all
orders, whims, without any hesitation, from hir goddess/wife/mistress and
to her complete and utter satisfaction?
There is non-stop teasing in the car about the bridesmaid dress.
Everyone knows I adore haute couture, and this is like going to a fashion
gulag.
"Sorry Cinderella, your prize isn't Prince Charming, it's something day
glo and alarming."
When we arrive, I am practically frog marched to the entrance of the
dressing room and I am introduced to my outfit by the wedding planner. I
try to hide my revulsion, I mean yucko peach and lime, (who puts those
colors together?). I can already tell that the gurl I replaced may have
my shoe size, but sie is taller, and definitely more Rubenisc than moi.
Of course taking in a dress works better than trying to add to it.
I am practically 'perp walked' into the main dressing room, where the
bride is waiting with her 'court' of bridesmaids and I almost completely
crack up, they look soooooooo ridiculous. Anyhow, the sissy/bride, our
cousin, is a sissy from one of our cadet clans, the Quinns. It's a
traditional wife/goddess - sissy/slave wedding. The wife/goddess is a
surgeon and the blushing bride, Aine, is a nurse at the same hospital.
So unlike most of the weddings in our family, this one wasn't arranged,
but of course it was still 'approved' by the families. Aine is super
nice, but just soooooooooo dull, and ten years older than me, so I barely
know hir. Let's face it, some weddings you're more into than others, and
to some extent, Mother is here out of obligation, representing our great
clan.
I am introduced to the mother of the sissy/bride, Mistress Quinn, who I
give a big formal curtsey. Typical of how things 'work' in 'sissy
world', she says, "please (hey she said 'please', but it's still a
command) tell your mother how grateful I am to her for having you step in
at the last moment, and I hope this isn't too much of an imposition to
her." I think to myself, 'how is this an imposition to her lady? She's
kicking back with a mimosa all ready to laugh her ass, (internally) as
soon as she sees me in this butt ugly dress.' Of course I say, "I will
and thank you mistress for this privilege of including me on Aine's big
day."
She quickly she-plains to me that the ceremony is a very traditional
ceremony, and elucidates how we bridesmaids are going to be led in, but
for the most part I just have to stand and look pretty. (I can stand,
certainly, the other part, well the dress isn't helping.) I am
introduced to the bridal party, machine gun style, except for a cousin
from the Maxwell side of my family, who is a few years older than me,
Iris, I haven't a clue who these people are, I presume some nurses from
the hospital and a few childhood friends. Everyone, is just 'soooooooo
freakin happy.' Iris looks a little more subdued, I wondered if sie got
'shanghaied' out of family obligations, as well. I get a lot of
compliments on my McCarthur uniform, which I am very sad to take off,
because I know what comes next. I put on the 'garment o' dread', and I
look a little bit like a blimp with most of the air let out, it's a tad
loose. Luckily, I am surrounded by a gaggle of sissies, who all were
taught how to sew; it's always going to be a mandatory class at any sissy
school. I mean a squadron of sissy-nurses, talk about a group that can
sew and stitch, start to work taking in and pinning up my dress. In
no time, it's at least hanging correctly from my somewhat more petite
frame. I look at myself in the mirror, paint on the world's most vacant
smile and just go dead inside, well maybe a little bit. Just power
through this and don't do or say anything to wreck your cousin's big day.
My mind just tries to go to 'my happy place' while everyone is saying how
adorable I look. ('Liars!') Iris catches my eyes and rolls hir's
straight up; I cross mine. (Okay sie gets it.) When I get married, my
bridesmaids are going to look so hot, so sexy, so stylish, it's going to
blow the roof off the church, or you know, the roadside attraction where
we get married by the Elvis impersonator/officiant in the gaudy, trashy
wedding mill in Las Vegas that my goddess-to-be selects.
Aine's still having hir hair teased and a few extra coats of 'war paint'
being shellacked to hir face. Hir dress is a traditional pink wedding
gown, a little dated, but basically timeless, still very poofy, with a
really, really long train, but it's not over the top. It's time for the
bride, to be 'pacified' for the exchange of hir family chastity to the
chastity selected by hir new owner, aka hir wife/goddess. It is a special
occasion, it should be (if all goes well the rest for the rest of the
day) the last time the sissy bride's mother authorizes an orgasm for hir
spawn. It serves a dual purpose, first since sissies are generally
presumed to be overly emotional and prone to hysteria, 'the last hurrah
orgasm' is meant to calm down the skittish bride before hir big trying
day. Secondly, and really the primary reason, is that it is a guarantee
against the bride from getting an unwanted stiffie, when hir wife/goddess
is locking the bride in hir new marriage chastity during the ceremony,
which would be just a disaster, (although kind of tragically comedic when
it does happens, but no one wants to be that bride!)
Some mothers do let the bride have a last 'notion of freedom' and let
hir out of hir cage, for hir to masturbate (you know 'jerk off'), or get
a hand job from a member of the bridal party or even more traditionally,
a blow job from the maid of honor (or another member of the bridal party,
if you happen to be related to said maid of honor). I know of some
'lenient' families that let their sissies out of their cages for
'playtime.' My mother absolutely believes that such permissive families
are wrong, wrong, wrong! And such 'indulgences' spoil the sissy and
create a 'confusion' about their anatomy. My mother would say 'Why unlock
hir? A sissy should never 'ape' male procreation, it's revolting.' (I
happen to one hundred percent agree with mother on that point. I mean
yuck-o!) I don't know how many times when the 'birds & the bees' were
she-splained (drilled into my head) to me, that a sissy's primary sex
organ is hir mouth, since it can both give pleasure (its most important
function) and secondarily receive pleasure, and hir teritiary sex organs
are hir breasts and hir boi-pussy which primarily receive pleasure,
although your sissy hole can and often does 'give' pleasure to your
dominant with a well placed and crafted dildo, and who doesn't like to
cop a feel of a titty? The other organ, one's sissy clitty, is not a sex
organ, but merely a 'faucet' for procreation and otherwise completely
vestigial for any sissy.
The Quinns are just as conservative as the McCarthurs, so Aine is going
to stay locked up for this tradition, but the bridesmaids are definitely
here to 'help out.' The maid of honor clearly is the one with the duty,
and kneels before the sitting bride, who's sipping on champagne and also
who has now spread hir legs wide apart. Mistress Quinn is videoing the
ceremony, and the bridal party is egging on the maid of honor, plus
making the usual jokes of the maid of honor needs 'a microscope to find
it' or 'tweezers to pull it out.' The maid of honor takes out a high
powered vibrator and places it on the bride's taint so it can do its
magic on both hir plug and vibrate the cage. Very soon our truly
'blushing' bride is moaning. Another bridesmaid leaps in with over the
hand vibrators and starts playing with Aine's breasts. Soon Aine is
climaxing, and another bridesmaid is collecting each 'squirtee' into a
champagne flute. We all applaud. The maid of honor stands up and takes a
mischievous curtsey and then grabs the flute and pretends to swallow
it."No fair!" complains some of the gurls . "Don't be a sow, Zina," says
another. The bridal sissy cream is a 'powerful' good luck charm, that
the drinker will find true love and be happily married, so it should be
shared. Zina pours a bottle of champagne and a bottle of rose' into a
punchbowl and then mixes the bridal sissy cream. A glass is ladled to
each bridesmaid, and we toast the bride, "may the good doctor fuck your
brains out." We all take a swallow. "May she fuck you so hard her dildo
comes out of your bellybutton." We take another swallow. "May you be
able to comfortably sit, in a month or two." And so on. Mistress Quinn
reaches down and feels hir spawn's sissy ovaries, "hmm better safe than
sorry, Tibit why don't you give it a whirl. Tibit who had been playing
with the bride's tities, also goes between the bride's legs playing with
the vibrator. After some more nipple play, Aine starts moaning, and has
a second climax. Tibit adds the cream to our bridal punch and another
toast, "May your mistress's thighs tire before your tongue." Cheers.
Mistress Quinn unlocks hir spawn, and hir now completely limp clitty pops
out. One of the bride's nursing friends takes out a tube of lidocaine
and pours it all over the Bride's flacid clitty and sissy ovaries and
massages it in, so they will now be numb for hours. The chance of hir
having a 'stiffie' at an inopportune moment during the ceremony is very
unlikely. Hir mother locks hir back up, and gets misty, because she may
have just locked hir for the last time. (Although most wife/goddesses
send a spare chastity key to the mother-in-law as a sign of respect and
trust.)
We still have just a few traditions left for the blushing and spent
bride. Sie must enter the wedding completely penetrated, and quite
frankly, uncomfortably so. The bride's mother takes a long dildo gag and
inserts into her spawn's willing mouth. Sie gags a few times as it goes
down hir throat. They really are supposed to be very intrusive. The
dildo gag also works as a flower holder and a very large pink
chrysanthemum is inserted into the gag. The bride takes out hir usual
butt plug and now has to work in the bridal plug, always a monster. Sie
bends over and several of the bridesmaids lube it up and try to work it
in. Aine is clearly yelling into hir gag. They change tactics, and add
even more lube, to the bridal plug, and then they lower hir on to the
plug that is now resting on a chair. Sie slowly, inch by inch works it
in. Finally, after a lot of frustration and probably a fair amount of
agony on behalf of the bride, it's inserted. The bride is clearly
relieved, and probably smiling behind that flower over hir mouth. Hir
bridesmaids fix hir makeup that was smeared by some tears and some
perspiration from all the effort. I'll say one thing, Aine was
determined, that's for sure.
With these somewhat not "G" rated traditions now out of the way, the rest
of the bridal party, the underage part of the party specifically, is let
into the dressing room for final preparations. The flower gurl dresses
are cute, but they are so frou frou, they look like giant dust mops. I
mean there is no other explanation for what they look like, I mean the
skirts are wider than the height of the flower gurls, who probably can't
even put their arms down. The tween aged sissy-paiges for the bride's
enormous train are dressed in pink polka dot dresses and are wearing
really cute matching butterfly wings. I have no objections to those
outfits, so I just wonder who picked them out, not the Quinn's. I mean
Aine's wedding dress is a classic, but we were already told it was a
family heirloom, last worn by hir siss-nanny when sie married hir mother;
so the Quinns had nothing to do with it, thank the goddess.
The bridesmaids do a final shot of some 'gurly' liquor. Oh what's the
harm in a tiny bit of underage drinking? Then I get a text on my little
crappy sissy phone, to meet mother by the door, so I can give her my gym
bag, so we can make a graceful getaway after the service. When I come to
the door, Abby is also waiting with mother. She takes a few selfies with
me in the dress, (I can tell she is making both the loser sign and giving
me 'bunny ears' for the pictures) so she can post about her loser sissy-
ster in hir terrible dress with her friends on-line.
I return to the bridal party and line up to be escorted in by the
Wife\Goddess's groomswomyn. My escort looks at me, and says "who the
hell is sie? I wanted Villy, sie's got tits, this one is flat chested."
Her friend next to her says, "shut up Sally, that's Joannah McCarthur's
spawn, you know of the McCarthur family!"
My escort, who will now have the nickname of 'Captain McHandsy', who is
absolutely sloshed, and a serial butt pincher, since no bridesmaid's ass
is safe from five miles away, just leers at me and sticks out her tongue.
(If, I was actually dumb enough to complain to my mother, that some adult
womyn called me flat chested, she would most likely correct me (and by
that I mean 'bitch' slap me) for wasting her time with my needless
whining or if she was in a more lenient mood, tell me that's why the
goddess invented push up bras.) We all curtsey and then assume the
'inspection' position, we place our hand behind our heads and spread our
legs apart, so our escorts can 'cop a feel or two', which is their right.
Captain McHandsy really doesn't leave a square inch of my body unpinched,
unfondeled, or otherwise untouched.
After the groping session, the younger part of the bridal party is led
in. We bridesmaids using clamps, hike up and hitch our skirts so we can
crawl on our knees, and our respective grooms-womyn attach leashes to our
collars, so we can be led out to the altar. We hand to our grooms-womyn
our ball gags. Since we don't have any speaking roles, it is appropriate
for us to be gagged for the ceremony. By tradition our escorts strap us
in. It is supposed to be sort of a sentimental affair, where the ball
gag is placed delicately into the sissy's mouth, the sissy turns, hold up
hir hair and the dominant straps the buckle. Captain McHandsy spins me
around and really straps my gag on with extra force. I think she's just
kind of a jerk, or she might just be pissed that her first choice bagged
the wedding, was being paired up with Captain McHandsy the real reason
Villy isn't here and I am? The world will never know.
"Comfy?" she asks. I can't answer of course. She pulls in the gag even
tighter. "There we go, that's better?" She takes her hand and moves my
head up and down in 'agreement.' She tells her friend, "A sissy's mouth
is only good for one thing, and that's definitely not talking." "A-womyn
to that sister." I hear the slap of a high five.
The music starts, and we are led out, one by one, on our leash, as we
crawl behind our mistresses (for the ceremony.) Once we get to the
altar, we kiss the foot of grooms-womyn for the honor of being our
escorts, we stand up, unhitch our skirts, and once we are all lined up on
the bride's side of the altar, we jointly curtsey to the crowd. The
grooms-womyn bind are hands with ribbons attached to our bouquet of
flowers. Once again Captain McHandsy ties me up tight enough to cut off
blood supply. She smirks the whole time.
The wife/goddess walks up with her mother and escorts her to a pew and
joins us, looking dapper in her tuxedo. The flower girls kind of waddle
in their ridiculous outfits sort of throwing flower petals, but basically
looking like they could fall over at any minute. Then the big show, the
sissy bride, gagged, blindfolded, and veiled is led by hir mother,
Mistress Quinn, on a slender silver chain that is attached to the tip of
hir exposed chastity cage. The bride is blindfolded so that the first
thing that is 'revealed' to hir is the sight of hir new owner. So the
bride has to be led carefully on hir chastity chain, so sie stays
straight on the aisle, and doesn't go crashing into the audience. I mean
sie is really, really tottering on those six inch heels. They walk to
the pew, where Aine's sissy nanny/fountainhead is crying tears of joy,
(or perhaps of pain from seeing the dresses) and the bride gives hir the
wedding bouquet. (It is always a touching part of the ceremony to
include your sissy-nanny.) Mistress Quinn leads the bride to the altar
and hands the chain to the wife/goddess, hands the key to the family
chastity to the best-womyn, and gives hir spawn a kiss on the forehead.
The maid of honor removes the bridal blindfold while sie is facing the
'new boss.'
The ceremony kicks off, the patron goddess for the Quinns is Ceres, so
lots of talk from the priestess about the marriage being a bountiful
harvest of children, etc. etc. The vows are pretty much standard. The
goddess/wife promises to chastise her slave at all times, use strict
discipline, protect her from harm (since sie is essentially helpless) and
basically 'use her best judgement in deciding things for hir.' The maid
of honor slowly un-gags the bride, so sie can speak her vows, which are
much longer and more binding on hir, than the relatively vague duties
'imposed' on the goddess/wife. The sissy bride promises to love, cherish
and (especially) obey, all orders, whims, without any hesitation, to her
new owner's complete and utter satisfaction. Sie will keep the
household, nurture their children, perform hir sissy spouse 'duties'
without hesitation and 'worship' hir spouse upon command, and to the
'complete fulfillment' of hir mistress. Always dress feminine and in a
manner pleasing to hir mistress, etc. etc. It really just goes on, for a
while. Sie ends with, "I vow to find my gratification by pleasing my
mistress, every day, who I exalt and revere, now and forever, as my
goddess eternal."
The best-womyn hands the keys of both chastities to the goddess/spouse,
who unlocks Aine's very limp sissy clitty from the family chastity. Aine
gives it a kiss goodbye. One of the paige's takes it on a pillow, to
Mistress Quinn. The goddess/spouse then holds out the new chastity, and
it is quite the fabulous chastity, gold silver and some jewels on it,
very pricey so Aine can smooch it as well. The good doctor slides it on
Aine's clitty, and then the priestess locks it. (sometimes the bride
locks hir own cage as an act of ultimate submission to hir new owner.
Sometimes the wife/goddess does it since she's the new boss, and only she
decides when to unlock it, if ever. But probably related to some obscure
tradition in the Cere's sect, the priestess does it.) There is always a
huge cheer at the clicking noise. The key is placed around the
wife/goddesses neck, a wedding ring is put on the sissy's chastity, and
in this ceremony, the sissy hands the wife/goddess's ring to her, so she
can wear it on her finger. The sissy falls to the floor, kisses her new
owner's shoe, goes to a kneel, and kisses her hand, and then she stands
and they neck, for a while. Ta da they are married! Okay time for
drinks!
With the end of the ceremony , we stay for the photographs with the
bridal party ( I mean no choice on that), and then we are out. Mother
had made it clear that I had my Aerialist team in the afternoon, so we
had to leave at our certain time. Of course the only person that
absolutely has to leave was me, but it was a good excuse for the family
to skeedadle. Mother opted for the 'French Goodbye' and we simply take
off without a word. Sometimes it's just good to simply vanish. We pile
into Godzilla and roll out of a dodge. (Sorry Captain Handsy, I am sure
you were planning on taking me behind a nearby and 'convenient' woodshed
during the reception, for a quick 'face ride', alas, oh cruel fate, I
guess it wasn't meant to be.)
Mother says, "children one must never leave an event and then criticize
the hostess, it's really bad form, so do not do this, for example do not
say I used to think that I may be the biggest 'square' but then you meet
the Quinn's, my goddess they must find cottage cheese too spicy. Auntie
Eden, do you have a comment that children should not ever do?" "Yes the
bridal party looked like a bunch of melted candles that were stepped on.
So listen to your mother never make these negative, although completely
accurate, comments after attending a snooze-fest of a wedding."
Yvette
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