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Serving the MistressThe phone rang four times.Hello can I speak to Igrid please.This is Ingrid, a well modulated sexy voice replied.Ingrid, you have a bridal gown advertised in the newspaper, can you tell me something about it.Yes, its very beautiful; The top is satin and quite tight to mould to your figure. The sleeves are very puffy at the top and can be worn on or off the shoulder. They have a little ruffle tied with ribbon that hangs down. I wore the gown with tight elbow length gloves, cut away at the fingers and trimmed with lace.How about the skirt, He asked consulting his notes. Is it full? Can it be worn with a crinoline or hoop?Yes in fact I have both.Why would you need both ?Well, the hoop makes the skirt full at the bottom and the crinoline makes the skirt full from the waist. the combined effect is very nice. Both the crinoline and hoop have ruffled hems that peep out from under the skirt. It look just super when you walk.How about a veil?Yes, its very pretty. A wreath of flowers with ribbons sits on top of your head. sprays of lace edged tulle fall down your back with a blusher over your face. The gown sounds wonderful He said, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.Oh it is she responded enthusiastically. I had it custom made for me. I should mention it has a detachable train. What do you mean detachable.Well for the formal part of the ceremony a cathedral length train of satin with gorgeous bows and ribbon edging attaches to the back of the dress. The point on your waist where it attaches is hidden by a big satin bow. Later when you want to dance you take off the train and you have a standard ball-gown. The gown sounds wonderful, just what I’m looking for.Oh, are you looking for yourself?Yes, is that a problem for you?Oh no, she said reassuringly, I ‘m just wondering about sizes, if it would fit you. It is a woman’s size 12.I’m told that I will need a size 12. I’m 5’10” 160lbs.Well in that case you are in luck, it should fit you like a glove. I am 5’9″, a little lighter, and I wore it with 2 inch heels. I am a 38B bust so that should allow you a little extra room around the top where I guess you might need it.That’s great he said, trying to put enthusiasm he didn’t feel into his voice, and you were asking eight hundred dollars.That right, and that includes all of the accessories.Yes I saw that in the add. what do you mean by all the accessories.Well normally when a girl sells her bridal gown she sells just the dress. Included with my gown is the veil, crinoline and hoop. I am also willing to include the undies, shoes and gloves as well, which might save you a lot of trouble and embarrassment.What undies does that include.Well lets see, there’s a pair of pure silk white lace top stockings. The garters naturally. A very sexy white lace and satin garter belt and matching half cup bra that I had specially made for the gown, and then there’s a cute little white silk chemise or slip that finishes off the outfit.That’s great so if I bought it from you I would have the entire outfit except for panties?Yes, and I’m sure if I were to rummage around in my lingerie drawer I could find you a pair to complete the outfit, she giggled.Well that sounds perfect when can I come around to see it.How about tomorrow afternoon, say about two.They agreed and he copied down the address. The girl beside him hung up her extension handset and smiled. You did very well, now part two tomorrow and your off the hook.The next day just before two the girl and one of his sorority brothers picked him up. As they drove over to Ingrid’s the girl reiterated the instructions.She will probably have the gown in a bedroom. Let her show it off to you, she sounds like the type, then ask to try it on. Remember you also have to talk her into letting you try on the underwear as well. She’s almost sure to leave the room so once you are dressed ask her for help with the zip, any excuse so that she sees you in the dress. As soon as she does your initiation requirement is satisfied. Tell her that you will think about it and leave. That is always assuming that you don’t want to buy the outfit for yourself.Very funny. he replied.Remember when I call her later I will raise the subject of men calling girls who advertise bridal gowns and ask her if she actually saw you in her gown, so don’t try any tricks. Then resting her arm on his she smiled, you know its not the end of the world to have to wear a pretty dress, so relax and enjoy it.He got out of the car without comment and waited as they drove away. Then taking a deep breath, crossed the road on shaking legs to the townhouse complex. The girl who answered his knock fitted the description and the mental image he had formed talking to her on the phone; her tallness accentuated by high heels, buxom in a casual sweater and very attractive with close cropped jet black hair that matched the leather pants showing her long legs and slim hips off to perfection.They introduced themselves, his voice breaking with nervousness. He apologised for the nervousness, explaining that this was the first time he had ever done anything like this. Mentally he cringed at what must be going through this gorgeous girl’s mind about the jerk who was asking to wear her wedding gown and underwear.She was gracious, smiling as she slipped her hand under his arm, her long glossy nails resting lightly on his bare skin, making him shiver involuntarily. Climbing the steps to the bedroom level she reassured him she completely understood, and that she wanted him to relax and enjoy himself.She ushered him through a door into a scene that was straight from a movie. Sunlight streamed through the skylight and rouched curtains on the far window, giving the room a warm and friendly atmosphere. Femininity oozed from every crevice. Walls papered in soft pink, pictures of the girl modelling. Frilly pink satin comforter and oversized lace pillows on a big double bed.A dressing table and mirror both trimmed with dainty lace, and everywhere signs of the room’s female occupant. Involuntarily he shivered as he noticed a large garment bag hanging on one of the doors of the built-in wardrobe on the far side of the room. His suspicion that it contained the gown was confirmed by Ingrid as she crossed the room and took it down. Standing just inside the door, he felt totally alien and clumsy; afraid to move for fear of damaging the dainty things that surrounded him. Wanting to turn and run, he found himself attracted to the prospect of spending time with this gorgeous woman in her feminine surroundings.She had the garment bag laid out on the bed and the zip open before she looked up and saw that he was still rooted in the doorway.Come on in silly, she said, crossing back to him, taking his hand. There’s nothing to be afraid of, she said as she closed the door, its just a silly old dress. You are going to look absolutely gorgeous and pay me every cent I’m asking for it, she finished with a giggle.His gaze fixed on the half open garment bag, the details of the dress still hidden. Now I bet you are covered in a lather of perspiration. He nodded, conscious of his sweaty palms and the shirt stuck to his back.Ok then this is what we will do. You go and have a nice relaxing shower. While you are doing that I will get everything laid out for you. Then when you are ready just wrap a towel around yourself come back and I’ll leave you alone to try on the gown.Under the cascade of warm relaxing water from the shower He puzzled over why Ingrid would be so accommodating to a total stranger, and could find no sensible answer. Satisfying his initiation requirement wasn’t going to be as tough as he had first thought. Just the one embarrassing scene of having this gorgeous creature, who he would love to get into bed seeing him in the her wedding gown and then get the hell out.The smell and feel of her deliciously perfumed soap on his skin lead to daydreaming how it would feel and look when he was completely decked out as a bride. But that came to an abrupt and guilty end as he looked down and saw that he was rock hard. Hurriedly rinsing off he stepped out of the shower telling myself that this was very sick; towelling himself off in a gorgeous girl’s bathroom whilst she laid out her underwear and bridal gown for him. But, the reply came, how come then that the prospect of wearing this woman’s satin and lace has you feeling more sexually charged than you have in a long time. Oh I don’t know he said aloud, startling himself. lets just get it over and done with and think about it later.Wrapping the towel around his waist he stepped out of the bathroom. Ingrid had her back to him as the door opened. Dropping the frothy tulle garment on the bed she turned, held out her hand and smiling brightly said, Hi, let me introduce you to your bridesmaids. Any illusions came to a shattering end as he looked around and saw two tall statuesque girls, one guarding the doorway the other sitting on the little stool in front of the dressing table. I don’t understand, he stammered, his legs like jelly as he took in the hard stares of the two strangers. what do you mean bridesmaids.Well sweetheart, taking him by the arm and leading him into the room. Every bride needs bridesmaids and Tracy and Wendy here have volunteered to be yours. Don’t worry, she said, the same placid smile on her face, they were my bridesmaids on my wedding day and were very helpfulI’m sorry, he said, confused and frightened by the turn of events. I don’t have a clue what you mean. I don’t require any bridesmaids. I simply came here to see about buying a wedding gown you have for sale. Nothing elseYes darling that may have been what you had in mind, but the plan has changed. Like a baby she lead him over to the bed. Seated and dazed he listened to her not believing what was being saidYou have two choices. My old sorority is holding a very swishy fashion parade this evening. By tradition the last gown is a wedding gown. The three of us have decided that my gown will be the one shown and that you will be the model to parade it down the runway. You can agree to co-operate with us or you can go to jail for five yearsThe mention of the word jail stirred him from the shocked state. Jail, I haven’t done anything i*****l, he protestedTracy moved over beside him. If you decide not to be the blushing bride you’re going to **** IngridWhat, he laughed, you are all crazyReally. And then things got really out of hand. Before he knew what hit him Tracy and Wendy had dragged him upright between them and ripped the towel from around his waist. Unable to move for the lock they had on his arms, he watched in terrified fascination as Ingrid calmly stood in front of him and shucked her sweater over her head before stepping out of her pants. He jumped involuntarily as a hand firmly grip his cock. Tracy’s expert fingers quickly had him rock hard and crazy; a mixture of sex hormones and fear running around in his mind. Adding to his misery was the sight of Ingrid, long naked legs and lush body barely concealed in a pink lace teddy, hands on her hips and enigmatic smile on her face watching, obviously enjoying the predicament of the stark naked man. Tracy removed her hand, Ingrid stepped up so her musk enveloped him, her long fingers caressing the underside of his throbbing erectionNow I think you can imagine what comes next, can’t you?After tearing my teddy into shreds I lay across the bed whilst the girls get you between my legs. You won’t even have a good fuck to remember all those long nights in prison. Just deep enough inside me to leave one good sample, then the rest over my belly and torn underwearShe stepped back knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him, ready to come and weak as a kitten. Now, she demanded. tell me, do we start the second act or are you ready to be a good little girlI’m ready, he said softly. hating himself for giving inTeasing the tip of his cock with her nails, what was that I didn’t hear you, did you say you wanted to be a bride?Yes. I want to be a bride and wear your wedding gownOh, she said a teasing note in her voice and how about my panties and stockings, do you want to wear those as wellI can’t wait to wear your lovely undies, your high heels, your gown.. Anything you want I’ll put on, A groan of despair and resignation adding the ring of truth to his words, but first please let me comeShe stepped back, with a look of mock alarm, oh no first you must be the bride before you can have the wedding nightBut what about this, despair ringing in his voice, pointing at his purple cockReaching out she grabbed an aerosol can from the dressing table and pointed it at the raging hard-onThis will give you anywhere from two to four hours of reliefHe yelped as the cold spray hit his tortured flesh. But within moments almost all sensation had gone and his cock was limpThe girls released him; his surrender complete. Ingrid in complete control started issuing instructions and his transformation beganIn his ignorance he imagined they would have him putting on Ingrid’s underwear immediately; but the outside light was failing and he was still nude. That was about the only thing that was the same as when he entered the town-house. He was not a particular hairy person, with blonde colouring it was even less noticeable. But now, except for a slash of pubic hair, bayraklı escort his body was hairlessLater he would be asked what was the worst moment of his passage into womanhood. He knew his life would never be the same when Tracy handed him the razor with instructions to shave his underarm hair. When he finished he felt totally naked and exposed, and the realization of the enormity of what was being forced on him hit for the first timeThe girls quickly moved to integrate him into their feminine world. Laying face down on the portable table, Wendy and Tracy massaging him from head to toe with scented baby oil; Ingrid moving about still clad in nothing more than her teddy, arranging the bed with a collection of frilly and frothy feminine delights apparently intended to be part of his wardrobeInstructed to roll over, he was unable to watch Ingrid’s activates. He tried to turn as he was startled by a strange hissing soundIts ok, Wendy reassured him as she restrained his movement, Ingrid is steaming out wrinkles in your gown. He seemed to be the only one who found that statement bizarre, but as he was to find out later these three girls had redefined the word bizarreThe oiling stopped around my navel. Assuming they were finished he went to sit up but once again was Wendy stopped him. Don’t be in such a hurry, she teased, lay back, we still have one more thing to doHe had no inkling of what was in store for him as she spread a clear liquid around his nipples. With bulging eyes he watched in surprise and horror as the girls, one on each side, positioned two very lifelike and disconcertingly large female breast forms on his chest. A little re-positioning then they resumed their massage, this time with a what appeared to be a make-up cream. After ten minutes the breast forms completely blended in, appearing quite naturalNatural looking perhaps, but as he found out when he sat up not natural feeling. His new 36 inch B cup bust tugged alarmingly on his skin. The girls reassured him not to worry as they would have him in a bra in no time. From a practical point of view this was welcome news. However he knew once he put on anything feminine it was unlikely to come off for a long time. He still clung to the hope that he could find a way of being spared this unwilling feminine transformationIt was only a fleeting glance, and mostly obscured by Ingrid, but he caught a glimpse of the gown hanging from the wardrobe door. It was enough so that as he lay back on the table he had no difficulty seeing an image of himself parading in front of a jeering crowd of sorority girls in a fantasy of satin and lace. Overwhelmed with panic he broke for the door, his hands instinctively grasping the heaving bust as he made a desperate last run for freedom, completely unmindful of his nudity and the strange sight he would present if he made it to the street. But that was never a real risk, the girls made no move to stop him and as his hand rattled the unyielding door knob he realised the futility of his actionAs if addressing a naughty c***d, Tracy said, now will you come back here so that we can get on with this please. He was totally humiliatedIngrid seemed unruffled by his escape attempt. I think half the trouble is the waiting, she said in her seductive voice. If we were to get you into a least a little underwear I’m sure you would feel a lot betterOne last attempt at resistance. The only way I’m going to feel better is if we stop this nonsense immediately, you give me back my own clothes and let me goIgnoring his outburst completely she took hold of his hand leading him over to the other side of the bed, reassuring him, Now just relax, as soon as we have you in something pretty I guarantee you’ll feel betterShe kept up the patter as he stood like a dummy in the centre of the carpet, his back to the gown, trying to avoid looking at the pile of frillies on the bedWhat happened in the next few minutes was amazing, and was to change his life foreverWith caressing hands Ingrid had an exquisite garter belt wrapped around his hips. Her fingers closed the catches, as her words introduced him to the erotic word of fine lingerie, encouraging him to feel the fine embroidered silk panels, to imagine how pretty it looked; to revel in the sensuous feel of the cool satin against his skin. Then she slipped a matching bra over his arms and around his chest. With her guidance he positioned the heavy globes into the tiny lacy cups, holding the cool slinky garment in place whilst she did it up. Her voice and hands were so seductive he forgot who he was, giving himself over completely to the sexy fantasy she was projecting. She gave him a choice of panties. Blushing, he selected the most feminine, wispy lace bikinis with a satin g-string front. But her magic smoothed out the moment. Her eyes flashed encouragement. Without protest he stepped into then, pulling them into place, the lace forming around his buttocks like a second skinA few adjustments and his manhood was hidden in the g-string. She dropped a slip over his head; her hands gently caressed the garment down over his body and hips until he was encased in a shell of gossamer fine silk with a wide delicate lace hem. Tracy slipped a wig onto his head from behind. A few stokes with a comb and brush and she introduced him to his new personaHe was lost for words, looking at a total stranger staring back at him from the mirrorEven without make-up he was one of the girls. When Tracy and Wendy critically assessed their work announcing, you are a knockout, he was forced to silently agreeThe short blonde wig framed his face almost perfectly, the kiss curl over the forehead softening it just enough to feminize his looksThe combination of impressive breasts peaking out of their lacy prison and slim boyish body accentuated by the slinky lace trimmed slip gave him a look of a haughty modelThe amazing thing was he felt feminine. It was as if the lingerie had infected him. His skin tingled sensuously as the underwear slipped against his skin with the slightest movement. He wanted to strut around the room watching himself in the mirror, to see how his bottom looked framed in silky lace, to explore this exciting and forbidden world. To run his hands over the cool silk and feel it against his skin and fingers. But he was nervous of showing his new feelings in front of the girlsIngrid hugged him from behind, kissing his neck softly as she addressed him via the mirror. You are one sexy bride, she teasedUnder her watchful eye, following her instructions he rolled up a stocking before balancing his foot on the edge of the bed and slowly pulling the gossamer fine silk hose up his leg and thigh. He had watched it done before, but there was something incredibly sexy about the fact it was his leg encased in the shimmering material. His hands shook like a leaf in the wind as he took hold of the suspender and pulled it across his naked thigh to attach it to the stocking topIngrid came back, a pair of high heels in hand just as he had the other stocking clipped into place. Sitting on the edge of the bed he took one of the shoes from her and in an u*********sly feminine way he crossed his sheathed legs before slipping his feet into the dainty slipper. He accepted a steading hand from the girls as he stood shakily, trying to find his balance, feeling like a giant from the new height the three inches heels gave himLooking back at the mirror, hardly daring to breathe in case he toppled over, he realised why girls put themselves through the anguish of wearing heels. His shimmering nylon clad legs had taken on a distinctly curvy and interesting look, and he felt his cock stirring inside its lacy prisonLike strange medieval dancers in their underwear they made their way to the dressing table, his hand resting over Ingrid’s outstretched arm for balance. He was wobbly, but made the safely of the queen anne stool. Surveying the array of tubes and bottles of delicate smelling lotions reality came rushing back to him. He moved to flee, to get away from the femininity that was overpowering him. But Ingrid’s hands were on his shoulders, Her lips inches from his ear, her whispered words urging him to relax, to savour his femininity. He gave himself over to her seductive words and images as he watched Wendy use the brushes and pads on his face to transformed his looks into bewitching boyish femininityWhen he crossed the room again, he did it without Ingrid’s support. His careful movements in the still unfamiliar high heels adding to the grace of his movements. The soft scents of his makeup complimented the sublimely sensuous feeling of the clinging undies, making him feel deliciously feminine. Internally he was in a turmoil as conflicting messages bombarded his brain. One message was saying he was a man; men don’t get excited by wearing women’s underwear. When this message drowned out the others he felt himself blush. An overwhelming sense of panic would envelop him and he was afraid of wetting himself. His eyes watered with embarrassment, and he felt himself start to shake at the thought of being seen and ridiculed. But just as suddenly he would hear another message as the clinging panties sent a caressing message from his bottom. Or the message would be triggered by the sound and feel of his stockinged thighs rubbing together. Or the string of pearls around his neck moved and triggered a whiff of the perfume they had dabbed on his throat and thighsBut the strongest messages came from his eyes. The images of himself in the mirror he was walking towards were something he found impossible to ignore. He simply looked fantastic as a girl. Sure the expensive, slinky underwear created an illusion of femininity, but what they had done with makeup to his face was remarkable. His eyebrows were plucked into feminine accents for his incredible large and limpid doe eyes; a result of skilful application of mascara, false lashes and eyeliner. He had always had generous lips, but the coral pink lipstick did wonders to them. Now he had luscious, pouting, kissable lips. And that raised another message into his confused mind; looking the way he did men would be the ones wanting to kiss him. But it wouldn’t stop at kissing. Was he ready to be a complete women and submit himself to a manTurning to Ingrid, his thoughts came rushing out in a panic. I can’t go through with this if I have to have sex with a man. Calming him with her voice, caressing his hand in hers, Relax, there will only be girls. Girls who want you to be pretty and enjoy yourselfNo men, he repeated, looking deep into her eyes trying to divine the truthNo guys, sweetheart, she assured him. Just us girls. Its time to get into your gown. Relax, you’re gorgeous and you’re going to have a ballWhile Ingrid calmed him down the other girls arranged his petticoats on the carpet. With Ingrid providing a steadying hand he stepped timorously into the frothy circle and the girls drew the garment up. The girls closed the ties around his waist adjusting the hoop so that its ruffled hem just brushed the carpet. Over the hoop, the crinoline made from layer upon layer of tulle gave him the appearance of a ballet dancer in a froth of airy snow white skirtsHis legs felt rubbery from the emotion of seeing himself transformed into this fantasy. His cock was pulsing inside his panties. Aching to be fondled, he wished for a moment of privacy to release the sweet fluids of his cock. he didn’t even dare to think of what he would do to have one of these girls release him with her hand. Then an image of Ingrid and he, a tangle of lingerie as they rolled together on the satin bed, his rampant cock buried in her wet pussy, made his head swim and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed fearful of passing outIngrid smiled. Pretty sexy stuff huh?He nodded weakly, embarrassed to look her in the eye. I have to go to the toiletThat’s good timing. The limo will be here in half an hour, so I’ll take over here while you girls go and get changed. We’ll meet you downstairs in a little while OK? Tracy and Wendy left as Ingrid helped him to his feet. Walking with him to the ensuite she instructed him on how he should gather up his skirts slightly so as not to trip in them or snag the hem as he walkedHe felt like a c***d as he stood helplessly in front of the toilet unsure of how to handle his voluminous skirtsTurn around, she instructed him, Now lift your skirts up from behind and slip your panties down. Blushing furiously he managed to wriggle his panties part way down. There caught, he cried out, the anguish clear in his voiceThat’s Ok, she replied, calmly, they’re caught in your suspenders, you can sit down. He did as she said, enveloping the toilet with yards of skirt. Some girls like wearing their panties over their garter-belt for just that reason she explainedThen she noticed the distress on his face. What’s wrong?I’m so hard I can’t go, he replied tears filling his doe eyes. Please, he pleaded, leave me alone for a minute, I have to take care of thisNo, she ordered, her voice suddenly hard. Wait a minute. I’ll take care of everythingWithout waiting for a response she hurried back into the bedroom. She was back in thirty seconds to find him desperately searching through the layers of skirts to reach his rock hard cockShe dropped to her knees in front of him, slapping escort bayraklı his hand away, hard as if he were a naughty c***d. Grasping the ruffled hem of his hoop together with the crinoline skirts she lifted them up forming a frilly curtain between them. Hold these she ordered. Then she turned her attention between his legs. His cock stood out in stark contrast from the filmy lingerie, swollen purple and angry. Oh you poor darling she exclaimed, seeing his predicament. Reaching out she cupped her hand under the pulsing organ, the petticoat curtain shaking in reaction to the cool touch of her hand. Oh god, that’s beautiful he gasped, please just a little more and I’ll be over the topIn reply he felt her hand slide further down the shaft just before the excruciating pain from the shaft of cold as she steered his cock into the jet from the spray can. The groan was a mixture of disappointment, and relief as once again all feeling in his cock disappeared. On the other side of the curtain Ingrid smiled, savouring the power, appreciating the irony as she arranged the limp organ between his legs and was then rewarded by the sound of water on water. Pushing herself up, she idly caressed his stockinged thighs, amused at the haste with which he let the crinolines fall to cover himselfSorry darling I would love to have been able to let you come, but first duty calls. she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. Noticing that he noticed the electric thrill of kissing lipstick on lipstick. When you’re finished sweetie, dry yourself well to keep your panties nice and fresh. With that she blew him a kiss and left the bathroomShe was fixing her makeup when he came back into the bedroom. without turning she watched in the mirror this vision of virginal, half awakened femininity she had created as he glided across the floor. The fluid way he moved, his legs hidden beneath the rustling layers of crinoline. The dainty way he lifted the ruffled hem clear of the carpet, clearly uncomfortable with the long false nails they had fitted on his fingers. Any resistance was long gone. She would continue to keep him on a short leash but he clearly had accepted her domination and she could introduce the second phase of his training and feminization whenever she desired. Her only regret was the corset still on the bed. At the last moment she had decided against it, sparing him from the ordeal of lacing, of having to learn not to breathe too deeply. All of the delicious agonies that came from an hourglass shape. Now seeing how quickly he had adapted, how he now savoured the feminine delight of sensuous lingerie against his skin she wished she could see his agony as he tried to accept the rigid discipline of the corsetWell my sweet, she said, taking his hand in hers, there are three unforgettable moments in a girls life. The day she exchanges her cotton underwear for silky panties and a bra. Her wedding day when she puts on her wedding gown; and of course when she loses her virginity. And here you are about to do the second in the same day as the first. He said nothing, fixing his gaze on their joined hands, knowing she was aware of everything going through his mind, ashamed at how much he was looking forward to that same moment when he was fully gowned. Fearful the third unforgettable event would follow with the speed the gowning was following his introduction to silky panties and bra. He shocked himself by acknowledging silently he would not refuse this girl if she demanded it of him. Suddenly he knew the truth, he was a slave. The bridal gown, the lingerie, the makeup it was all symbolic of his capitulation to the will of this woman. She was his Mistress and she alone controlled his body. He shivered involuntarily as it hit him he was in panties for life. Another bombshell exploded in his head as he acknowledged he was prepared to endure any indignity his Mistress demanded of himIn his new awareness he stood, hands clasped demurely in front of him, as she moved the few steps to the wardrobe and extracted the gown from its bag. Crouching down slightly enabled her to drop the gathered up garment over his head. The satin gown, surprisingly heavy, dropped around his waist. She was on her knees, pulling the skirt in place over the crinolines, her hands fluffing petticoats until the skirts were smooth. Standing behind him she watched as he followed her instructions. The bodice of the gown hung down over the front of the skirt. He found the sleeves, despite his shaking hands. Ingrid gathered up the open back pulling the bodice around his trunk as he slipped his arms into the sleeves . A deep breath as he felt the zip close behind him and he was gowned. A few seconds for the fitting of the veil and he looked at himself for the first time as the brideA ring of dainty white flowers crowned his head. The tulle veils cascaded like a gentle waterfall down his back. The deep V neck and tight fitting, heavily beaded bodice excentuated the swell of his bust. wide satin leg of mutton shoulders, a dainty satin bow on each, made his waist appear waspy thin and hid his shoulders. Dainty semi-transparent lace sleeves covered his arms completely to the wrist. The layers of petticoating flared the satin skirt out from his waist into a spectacular display. The shimmering whiteness of the material relieved by six pink fabric roses holding the gathered hem up in scallops, revealing just a hint of the frilly delights beneathLegs like jelly, shaking all over, his eyes watering, he tried to accept the virginal vision he was looking at in the mirror as himself. He was completely transformed; it was like being rebornHow long he stood there staring at himself, his fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savouring with a mixture of fear and awe the feelings that assaulted him. It was only when Ingrid appeared beside him dressed in her leather slacks and top that he realised he had been lost in his new world for some timeTaking his hand she turned him to her, his skirts rustling like a soft breeze as he manoeuvred them aroundYou look gorgeous, she told him, her eyes sparkling, I cant tell you how pleased I amNow I have one more thing for you to wear. This is a little different because you have to agree to put it on. But when you do it will never come off. She released his hands to remove the simple gold band off her ring finger. Grasping his left hand she slipped the ring over his coral pink nails, then pausing she looked in his eyesWill you be my bride, love honour and obey me until death us do part. he licked his lips nervously, the taste of lipstick on the tip of his tongue a reminder of his role in this bizarre relationship. If you agree to be my bride you will remain in women’s clothes from now on, you are also consenting to let me, or anyone I loan you to, use your body in whatever way we pleaseHe hardly waited for the last words to leave her lips before he replied in a soft breaking voice, I do, I promise to love honour and obey you from this day forth until death us do partHe watched through tear filled eyes as the bargain was sealed and she slipped the band to rest at the base of his fingerShe reached up and pulled the blusher veil forward until it covered the upper part of his face. Come she said, turning to the door, the limo is waiting. He followed his new Mistress across the room and into his new lifeChapter twoThe trip across town was completed with the silence broken only by the soft music from the limo’s stereo. He sat in the center, his skirts flowing around Wendy and Trish, sitting on either side of him and Ingrid sitting opposite. Every time they stopped people would stare in through the tinted glass trying to catch a glimpse of the wedding party. His mind was numb from the flow of events and he completed the trip staring at his hands demurely interlocked in the folds of his dress. It seemed the gold band caught every shaft of light, acting as a constant reminder of his promiseJust as the car left the highway Ingrid broke the silence, Amanda, you are going to be paraded before the ladies of my sorority in a little while. Most of them like me have been married, and so they have sat just where you are sitting now, dressed just as you are, and have exchanged similar vows to yours with me. I want you to experience the same experience we had on our wedding night. Do you consentYes MistressGood. You will be escorted out for the ladies to see your gown by two fine young studs who will act as your groom and his best man. Wendy and Trish will make up the rest of the bridal party and help you with your skirts and trainAmanda, as Ingrid had named him, was as white as his gown at the thought of the public **** and humiliation he faced. Ingrid ignored his distress, he was a slave and must expected to be treated as such. Remember, you are not to come yourself, no matter how excited you may become. If you do you will be severely punishedBy now the limo had drawn up to a forbidding looking stone manor house. After a little difficulty untangling skirts and alighting from the car Amanda, the two bridesmaids taking care of his train, followed Ingrid up the short flight of steps and through the doorway. Just inside the door a middle aged woman, smartly dressed and flanked by two young men in formal attire greeted Ingrid. They spoke in low voices for a few moments, Wendy taking the opportunity to touch up Amanda’s makeupThe other women left, Ingrid came over to the bride, the two men following her. Amanda I would like to introduce you to your groom. The dark haired one stepped forward, and it seemed natural as he took Amanda’s hand and brought it to his lips for the bride to curtsyHe turned and motioned for the other man to step forward. As well built as his friend he was blond and deeply tanned. Amanda hearing the sigh of envy escape from Wendy thought how ironic that the bride was as anxious for the best man to find his pleasure from the bridesmaid as they wereHe took Amanda’s hand and the ritual of kissing and curtsying repeated. As their eyes met he spoke in a deep smouldering voice, you really are quite spectacular. I’m looking forward to our time together. Amanda felt a women’s powerlessness, a feeling of nakedness and vulnerability. He stood arrogant and masculine, knowing all that stood between him and his pleasure was a filmy pair of panties, so easily accessible under the skirts. Amanda’s stomach lurched at the thought of them pleasuring themselves with his body. Even more so because his shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of strangersThe door at the far end of the corridor opened, the women who had greeted them waved to IngridIf you are ready Amanda, gentlemen, we can get underwayThe two men formed up on either side of the bride. The groom on the left the bride’s arm linked in his. The same on the other side with the best man. The girls formed up behind, each taking a part of the cathedral length train as the bridal party stepped down the corridor toward the open doorAs they turned into the room the bridal march issued forth from an unknown source and they walked slowly through the crowd of thirty or more women, now standing clapping, towards a slightly raised dias in the middle of what was on other occasions a ballroomAs they approached the dais Ingrid stepped forward, ceremoniously raised the veil from Amanda’s face, pecked the blushing bride on the cheek, then indicated the bridal party should make a circle around the roomThe music still played as they slowly made their way around the room. All the women crowding forward to get a good look at the bride. By the time the two men assisted Amanda up onto the dais the bride was truly blushing, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only minutes awayIngrid stepped up in front of the three of them, addressing herself to the women. Ladies I’m pleased to be able to introduce my new slave to you this evening. As is our custom with new slaves, his initiation into our order is witnessed by us all. I thought it totally appropriate if he were to lose his virginity in the same way most of us did. As he didn’t have his own wedding gown and underwear I agreed to lend him mine. Ingrid waited for the laughter to subside before continuing. Assisted by the maids the bride will be prepared for the groom, but first the groom has requested the bride to show the couple’s gratitude to the best man in a very personal wayPerhaps as you watch you will feel some empathy with the bride, and maybe it will bring back memories of your own wedding nightAs Ingrid stepped off the dais, moving to a front row seat, the best man took Amanda’s hand and they stepped forward into a pool of light in the otherwise darkened roomStanding sideways to the audience, Amanda faced him. The best man nodded almost imperceptibly, no other instructions were given. Taking a deep breath, Amanda lifted his skirts up, fluffing them out and sank to his knees. He tried to concentrate on feeling feminine, to forget he was about to take another man’s cock into his mouth. Trying to keep an image of himself, dainty and feminine emerging from a mound of skirts he reached forward with shaking hands, grasped the man’s zip and opened him up. The best man opened his belt and his pants slipped down his firm legs leaving him naked from the waist downSome of the audience gasped; bayraklı escort bayan Amanda stared in horror, equally surprised. The man’s cock, still limp, was huge. At least 12 inches long it was as impressively thick, it made Amanda feel totally inadequate, both as a man and as a bride expected to bring him pleasure. What size would it grow to once he had it in his mouth? There was total silence in the room as everybody waited for the bride’s next move. The bride’s problem was being unsure of what was expected nextNobody made a move so Amanda reached forward and grasped the shaft in his shaking, sweaty hand. Tightening his grip around the massive organ the sharp tips of his false nails biting into his palms he started to move the tunnel of his hand up and down the shaft, feeling the hot smooth skin slip back and forth. Magically it pulsed and stiffened until it stood proud and demanding, pointing like a magnet to North directly at Amanda’s glistening coral lipsAmanda knew what was expected. The best man was already thrusting his hips forward demanding entry; but Ingrid wanted more than passive violation. The first act of surrender had been to walk into this crowded room dressed in his mistress’s bridal finery. Now a second act of surrender was required. With a sinking heart; cold, shivering from fright and shame, Amanda tilted the red tipped cock up, lowered his veiled head over it, and opening wide, swallowed the length in one motionSpontaneous clapping broke out from the women, as he valiantly tried to swallow the huge organ, without throwing up. The best man’s hands were wrapped firmly around the back of his head, squashing the comb of his headpiece painfully into his scalp. Tears flowed freely down his rouged cheeks as he tasted the salty male taste of a man in his mouth for the first timeNow any pretence of virginal innocence was gone. Amanda mouth was just another orifice for a rampaging cock. The bride was expected to give pleasure, to receive the thrusting organ until its juices flowed into the newly feminized mouth. Dutifully Amanda bent to his new role. He closed his lips around the shaft and drew his head back, massaging the sensitive underside with his tongue. Back and forth the bride’s head bobbed, the best man, eyes closed, legs open, giving himself over to the pleasure and triumph of domination over the satin doll kneeling at his feetThe salty taste spread in Amanda’s mouth. The best man was thrusting so the tip of his cock was actually sliding down the protesting throat of the bride. The watching women, each almost able to taste the cock, tensed, knowing the climax was not far away. Each wondered how the bride would react as the sticky fluid gushed out, remembering their own first experience of a man ejaculating in their mouthBut then it stopped. The best man was withdrawing, his cock purple and angry, dripping with the bride’s saliva. Amanda looked up as the groom, stark naked, as erect as his best man, urged his friend to wait. What do you say, he said softly to his half naked friend, we’ll go at the cunt from both ends, see if we can cream him together. The best man nodded and Amanda found himself being urged off his kneesWobbly with emotion and from trying to stand in high heels with half numb legs, the bride watched passively as the men rolled a padded two seat chesterfield across the dias to the front. Wendy emerged from the gloom at the back of the room and was working Amanda’s zip down when the groom turned, saw what she was doing and called out for her not to bother. Instead he motioned for Amanda to join him on the open side of the chesterfieldOk sweetheart, he instructed his bride. Up with your skirts, lets see your ass. Embarrassed and confused, Amanda found it impossible to get control of the mass of skirting until Wendy came to the rescue by gathered up the hems. Then Amanda was able to reach down and scoop up the skirting into a unruly tangle of tulle and satin around the waistThe groom stepped back, bending down slightly to peer under the piled skirts. There was an appreciative whistle, then Amanda jumped involuntarily as his cold hand fell on the bride’s stockinged thigh and moved up under the skirts caressing bare skin and pantied thigh. Bend over the couch sweetheart, the time has come to get into your pants, the horny man leered at his terrified brideNo dignity left, sad tear streaked face, the bride walked awkwardly to the couch holding the skirts up, like a half naked condemned prisoner approaching the gallows. Kneeling up, Amanda let the skirts flow over the couch, obediently bending forward over the back of the couch. The groom wasted no time in moving between the stockinged legs, spreading them further apart, ignoring a satin high heel as it fell off he scooped up the skirts and threw them back, revealing his bride’s bottom in all its lacy magnificenceAmanda felt the rush of cold air as he was exposed. “Your not going to need these any longer sweetheart” he said slipping his fingers under the bride’s last lacy covering. The gossamer lace was no match for his power, in seconds the panties were shredded and the grooms prize stood open. Amanda gripped onto the couch, closing his tear filled eyes, waiting the next assault. It wasn’t long in coming. First the sound of high heels on the dais as one of the girls crossed over to stand behind the exposed bride, then a finger probing down the crack of his behind. Amanda tensed up, only to relax slightly as the girl’s finger, massaged, greased and gently probed, lubricating him as she made him ready for the final penetration. All too soon, she withdrew and Amanda felt the groom’s thighs brushing up against his nylon covered thighs. This time it was no finger probing him. He cried in pain as a hard, hot and thick cock manoeuvred into him. He was only penetrated by the tip, but already the pain was unbearable, the lubrication useless, the sense of being filled up incredible, and as the girls had warned him, he had an overwhelming urge to go to the toiletThe groom was unrelenting, demanding his prize. The groans and screams from the writhing bride under him only served to excite him to dominate his prize completely Finally his gigantic cock was fully buried as Amanda felt the man’s belly rest on his bottom. Making the mistake of moving under the groom Amanda tried to make the searing pain from the shaft impaling him go away. The groom took this as a sign of pleasure and renewed his assault on the pinioned, protesting doll. Grasping naked hips he pulled the protesting bride up into his groin. The bride was balanced on one high heel, nylons threatening to pop free from protesting suspenders, enduring pure hell as the groom forced himself further into the tight orifice that was giving him, and him alone such exquisite pleasure. Then it was back kneeling on the couch as the groom slowly, almost theatrically withdrew his shaft until just the tip remained inside. The sense of relief was immediate and immense, but not for long as he slid smoothly in, until once again he was buried to the hilt. Time hung suspended as the ritual dance continued, the bride completely at the mercy and command of the rampant groom as he used the body under him completely for his pleasureAmanda was a complete rag, totally ravished, longing for the moment when the man took his final pleasure and it was over. There was no resistance when the best man re-entered the scene. Standing arrogantly in front of the bride, he presented his purple cock, rigid and ready, inches from the gasping mouth. Obediently the bride reached forward, face grimacing with pain from the thrusts from behind, and took the cock into his mouth. Now all that escaped the bride’s mouth were muffled grunts as the men co-ordinated their thrusts. The bride, veiled head caught in an iron grip by the best man, had no choice but to swallow his entire manhood. At the other end the groom rode the naked bottom thrashing under him, his hands caught in his bride’s garterbelt, his cock plunging up and down through the tattered remains of pantiesAmanda’s tongue searched for the sensitive underside of the cock probing his mouthFinding it he went desperately to work, putting modesty and manhood aside as he worked to bring the man to climax. The cock, hot and angry was ready and moved to seek the sweet relief of the willing tongue. Amanda knew it was close, the man’s hands loosened their grip on his head. He moved so the tip of the cock was surrounded by pursed lips, then taking a firm grasp around the base of the cock he put the searing pain of the assault from the other cock out of his mind as he went to work on the best man. In seconds it was over. With a groan of defeat and relief the man forced himself deep into the bride’s mouth as he exploded. Unable to swallow, mouth full, it looked as if Amanda was foaming at the mouth as the cum escaped and dribbled down the tear streaked jaw. Trying to extract the last exquisite pain from his climax the man withdrew, desperately pumping his fist up and down his softening manhood. Knees collapsing against the chesterfield from sheer ecstasy, he gave a shout of triumph as he came again, this time shooting his load into Amanda’s shocked faceBefore Amanda could fully react to this final indignity another cock demanded attentionAlready tortured flesh was assaulted once more as the groom thrust down for the final time, exploding deep inside. For what seemed an eternity the man pumped his cum into his bride. Slowly his ejaculations subsided and Amanda felt the blessed relief of the sticky cock withdrawing. The groom stood silently looking at the ravished bride, still kneeling, ass bloody and cum covered, hanging onto the back of the chesterfield, disbelieving that the ordeal was at an endThen the images of what had just happened flooded back and he had to get away, to escape the curious looks of the women. Kicking off the remaining high heel, he gathered up his skirts and ran blindly from the dais, seeking darkness and escape. The girls caught up and gently steered the distraught bride into a nearby bedroom. Flinging himself across the bed at last he let go and the pent up emotion of the day escaped like water over the top of the dam. The girls left him to exhaust himself. Returning minutes later with wash clothes and bowls of warm water the girls ignored their hysterical charge. Wendy kneeling down beside Amanda’s head took it firmly in her grasp as she gently washed the combination of tears, cum and makeup away. At the bottom of the bed Trish had the bride’s skirts up, the torn panties were thrown on the floor and she gently set to work on the bride’s ravaged bottomThe face clean, mouth rinsed out, Amanda lay face down, sobbing quietly as Wendy undid the gown. Carefully she worked it down the shaking body. Putting her washcloth temporarily to one side, Trish lent a hand loosening petticoats, then the two girls slipped the entire bridal ensemble off Amanda’s unprotesting bodyWendy returned in a few moments, the gown gone, a plastic bottle in hand. Gently Trish leaned over the now silent patient. This is going to sting a little sweetheart, she warned, but it really is necessaryAmanda flinched, but otherwise remained prone as the girls gently slipped the neck of the douche bottle into his bruised body. The warm liquid trickled in slowly, gradually calming his inflamed passages. After the application of the second, the two girls sat on the edge of the bed, soothing his brow as they urged him to hold the liquid inside as long as possible. Finally he had no choice but to get up and painfully make his way to the ensuiteReturning relieved, and now feeling a little better, he was quiet and apologetic. Ignoring his protests the girls had him back on the bed,face down, slip up, as they both applied generous amounts of cream to his ravaged bottomNow we don’t want you to be embarrassed, they told him, we’ve all had to wear one, and you certainly are going to need to wear at least a kotex pad, Wendy informed the stunned and blushing man. Amanda watched in fascinated horror as Trish opened a tampon box taken from her tote bag. Gently the girl slipped the tampon into his creamed passage before getting him to stand up. Wendy handed him fresh undies, simple silk bikinis. Amanda slipped them on, trying not to react as Wendy positioned a panty liner inside the panties to absorb any external bleeding or medicationSlip pulled back into place, Amanda didn’t look too much the worse for wear, From her purse Wendy produced the essentials to patch his makeup and Trish’s tote bag produced a neatly folded outfit and a fresh pair of high heelsTen minutes later the bride, self conscious in a tight, cream suede mini-skirt, revealing a rather nice pair of legs, and a form fitting, bust excentuating, simple silk blouse, flanked by the two girls left the bedroomWalking down the long deserted hallway, the clack of their heels reverberating off the walls, Amanda thought of what the future held. There was no going back now, the men had used him as they would a women; Trish and Wendy treated him as one of the girls; Ingrid demanded he remain in women’s clothes, and in truth the pretty part of being a woman was starting to appeal to himStanding on the steps waiting for the limo to pick them up Amanda felt the freedom of a slave. Tomorrow was of no concern, Ingrid would give the instructions and Amanda would obey. Tonight had shown both slave and Mistress the truth of that. No matter what Ingrid demanded Amanda would obey, and through the pain would come the pleasure of serving the Mistress

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