A masturbator wrote:
One of the Captioned Muses caught my attention, and after only a few seconds of masturbating while staring at her luscious visage, an entire fantasy had exploded into my mind. i’m not normally into quite such large-breasted women, but i’m still a male and this picture was simply too kinky to ignore. i’ve been thinking about it during my morning wanking sessions for the past two days now, and every time the fantasy expands. Here, now, is the full version that i’ve developed, the story of this picture:
The wedding was being held in Las Vegas, of course. That was where i’d met my bride, in the convention center next to the hotel and casino, during the Porn X-Po 2009. i had cut a hole in my pants pocket before going to the show floor, and she was one of the models at a booth who saw me across the aisle and called me out for playing with myself. 24 hours later, we were getting married in a Chapel O’ Luv we’d rented, in front of an audience of a hundred or so of her friends and professional colleagues. She’d organized the entire ceremony herself, so I was in the dark about it all. I wouldn’t know anything that was coming until it happened, so it would all be a surprise to me.
The first surprise was my tuxedo. At least, it was obvious that the lingerie had a tuxedo theme. Black velvet thigh-high stockings with white cuffs at the top, held closed at the side by a shiny black button, mimicking the white cuffs at the wrists of the matching black opera gloves. A white waistcoat over a white dickie and collar with a white bowtie, which left my shoulders and the small of my back bare. Contrasting the waistcoat were a pair of black lacy panties with a tiny white bowtie in front. They were lowrider panties, and i could feel that the cleft of my bottom cleavage could be seen above the lacy waistband. If it weren’t for the diminutive size of my penis, i was sure that it would have popped out immediately. As it was, however, even as it rubbed and bobbed eagerly against the soft feminine fabric, my tiny dick couldn’t escape its panty-prison. To make the entire ensemble that much more embarrassing, i wobbled unsteadily on a pair of black high-heeled shoes with thick, transparent plastic heels. To finish off the image, i had a dainty little white bowtie in my hair.
i was too embarrassed to go out into the ‘chapel’ of my own will while dressed so effeminately, but i didn’t have much choice. i heard the processional music start – to my great embarrassment, it was Aerosmith’s “Dude Looks Like A Lady” – and i felt a slap on my pantied bottom cheek. “That’s your cue, Tiger,” my ‘best man’ said.
i had come to the Porn X-Po alone, not wanting anyone i knew to know i was here, and certainly not wanting any witnesses to the nights of frenzied wanking i knew i would be engaging in every evening in my hotel room after a day full of taking in countless stimulating sights. So my bride picked out my groomsmen for me; friends of hers from ‘the Industry’. All of them were lesbians, all of them were butch and aggressive, and all of them were absolutely gorgeous. They all wore outfits similar to mine, except with black ties and waistcoats instead of white. Somehow, they felt more masculine to me in their outfits than i did in mine. My ‘best man’ was a 6’2″ tall redhead with a boyish short haircut. She was famous, they said, for being one of the tallest lesbians in porn. In her heels, she towered over me. She grinned at me as i glanced back over my shoulder at her. “Come on, short stuff, don’t keep your fans waiting.” She slapped my other bottom cheek, this time a little harder.
My cheeks burned with pain – i had been vigorously spanked the previous night at my bachelor party. Most guys, the day before their wedding, go to stripclubs, get lapdances from strippers, and so on. My lesbian ‘groomsmen’ threw me into a car and drove me to a Las Vegas BDSM club, where they stripped me nude and forced me up onto a stage where i was humiliated in various ways by a Dominatrix for the crowd’s amusement. They cheered me on the entire time, which didn’t help. My bottom was still a hot pink, showing beneath the leg holes of my lacy panties.
i wobbled out into the chapel, trying to keep my balance on the tall, chunky heels. The audience immediately began to snicker and laugh as i walked. They were a wild assortment, ranging from slick, sunglasses-wearing producers in loud shirts and expensive suits to leather-clad booted-and-pierced bikers, with a variety of hair colors that went well beyond the natural range to display bold pinks, blues, violets and peroxide blondes. If my groomswomen had gone before me in accordance to tradition, i could have slipped away somehow, but instead they all escorted me as if i were a prisoner, on every side. i watched my ‘best man’ as i walked behind her, her delicious athletic bottom swaying and flexing with every step. The sight filled my mind with desire, and i wished not for the first time that she’d been bisexual. Then again, even if she had been, she saw my penis exposed at the bachelor party stage show, and was one of the loudest hecklers in the audience.
We reached the stage where our ‘chaplain’ stood. She wore a rubber fetish nun habit that displayed her lovely pale cleavage beneath a white fake priest’s collar, and she had piercings on her lips, nose, eyebrows and tongue. She nodded at each of my groomswomen as they passed, smiling, winking and licking her lips. When i passed in front of her, she glared at me with obvious disgust and rolled her eyes.
Then the music changed to “Meet Me In The Red Room”, a song that always made me excited just to hear. We all looked down the center aisle, down the white-and-black tiger-striped carpet with hot pink trim as the double doors opened again. First out was the flower girl, a lithe young teen girl with a wreath of flowers in her hair, wearing absolutely nothing except for two sequined pink hearts affixed over her nipples and one concealing her vulva. She tossed flower petals into the aisle as she pranced and danced, elf-like and seemingly carefree, down the aisle. i felt myself erecting in my panties at the sight of her, and my face flushed hot in shame for being so aroused by her. Surely she was too young to be here, but in my mind i reminded myself that young-looking legal girls are in high demand in the porn industry. She danced barefoot in front of me, twirling to give me a glimpse of her trim, taut bare buttocks and giggling up at me. i heard one of my groomswomen whisper to another about what sorts of lurid things she’d done with the flower girl the first night of the X-Po. i squirmed, trying to contain my lust as she filled my imagination with vivid images.
After the flower girl came the bridesmaids. They were all in hot pink low-cut PVC corsets that emphasized their various bosoms, with pink miniskirts, opera gloves, and thigh-high stockings, all made of latex. They creaked slightly as they walked in on their transparent plastic high heels, their shapely bodies straining to free themselves from their rubbery bonds. They lined up on the opposite side of the stage from the rubber nun.
Finally, my bride arrived. She wore white lace thigh-high stockings and high heels, a white lace semi-transparent teddy that was barely able to cup her generously plump breasts, a necklace of white pearls and a diaphanous white veil. Every step she took caused her breasts to jiggle and wobble, much to the visible enjoyment of the crowd. Her skimpy outfit both embarrassed me and excited me. She walked up the carpet to the stage and stood opposite me, taking my hands into hers. She, too, towered over me. i’ve never been a very tall person, and she was easily 6 inches taller than me most of the time. In her heels, she was even taller. My eyes were even with her deep fleshy cleavage; her nipples could have put my eyes out.
The rubber nun began the ceremony, talking about how wonderful it was that two people could come together who so readily embraced their roles in the relationship. “It’s not as easy as it sounds, for a strong, voluptuous, and oh-so-tasty woman to find a male who understands on a conscious level that his only purpose in life is to pleasure a woman in whatever way he can,” the rubber nun said. She looked at my bride and smiled, “You’ve found yourself quite a sissy sub.” She looked at me, taking a moment to look me up and down. i shifted uncomfortably on my heels, wobbling slightly. i felt my penis bobbing against my lacy black panties under her scrutiny, and hoped no one could tell. “Behave yourself or I’ll spank your ass right now,” the rubber nun warned me. My cheeks flushed again with shame as her emasculating words reminded me of my bachelor party punishment. “Do you have the ring?”
My eyes widened as i looked at my bride. i didn’t have a ring – i hadn’t had any chance to get one, this entire thing had happened so fast. i looked behind me at my Best Lesbian, and she grinned wide. She pulled her dickie aside, revealing pale cleavage with a dusting of freckles over them, and slipped her black velvet gloved fingers between her breasts. She pulled out a silver-colored plastic ring. It was far too large to go on a finger. As she held it out in front of me, i could see an inscription on it in cursive black letters: “Her’s”. i reached up to take it from her, but she raised the ring out of my reach. “Uh, uh, uhhh,” she said, shaking her head, “try again.” With a deep sense of humiliation, i realized what she wanted. i leaned forward, opening my mouth. The redhead smiled in satisfaction and slid the plastic ring between my teeth. i turned to face my bride with the ring in my mouth, like a dog bringing a pair of slippers. i think i even had my hands up at my chest as if they were paws. The audience laughed.
My bride took the ring from between my teeth and held it in her palm. The rubber nun looked at her and said, “Repeat after me.” My Bride did so:
“I promise to cohabitate with my husband, to take responsibility for all of his finances and to oversee his physical welfare. I promise to be the most powerful woman in his life, seeing to his clothing, his social calendar and the management of his sexual perversions. I will be his Mistress from this day forward.” She looked me in the eye the entire time she recited her vows, and her expression was both that of a jubilant bride and a scolding Mother. At one point my gaze slipped down to the milky globes of her full breasts, and the rubber nun reached out to guide my chin back upward with one black rubber finger.
Then was my turn. i had no idea what i was supposed to say, so i blindly recited every word the rubber nun told me to say:
“i promise to cohabitate with my Wife, to take responsibility for providing all of Her pleasure that She allows me, and all of Her material needs through whatever job She allows me. i promise to be Her slave for life, seeing to Her clothing, Her social calendar and being obedient to Her sexual instruction. i will be Her sissyboi from this day forward.” Despite the sinking feeling i was getting in the pit of my stomach, knowing i was digging myself a hole from which i would never be able to escape, my heightened horniness and dizzy disorientation drove me to repeat the words without much hesitation. Besides, every time i did show any hesitation at all, my Best Lesbian slapped my bottom with a slap that echoed throughout the chapel, eliciting laughter from the audience and the rubber nun.
The rubber nun grinned at us both, and said to my Bride, “You may now kiss your slave.” My Bride beamed down at me as i reached up for her veil. The rubber nun slapped my hands with annoyance, and my Best Lesbian grasped my gloved wrists, pulling my arms back behind my back. The rubber nun lifted my Bride’s veil, and stole a kiss of her own – a kiss that lasted a few moments as the nun slid her hot pink tongue from between her black-lipstick covered lips into her mouth, tasting my Bride hungrily. Several spectators gave wolf-whistles, howled encouragement, and yelled out suggestions to do it right there in the chapel. i watched with a deep sense of jealousy, but too intimidated to do anything except moan helplessly at the erotic sight and press my velveted legs together awkwardly.
Finally, the rubber nun broke off the kiss, licking her lips and pronouncing my Bride to be “yummy” to the appreciative crowd. Then the Best Lesbian gave me a shove, pushing me toward my Bride. With a beatific smile, my Bride leaned down, bringing her face level with mine and allowing her jiggling breasts to dangle beneath her. For a moment i wondered if the shoulder straps of her teddy would be able to keep her melons concealed, and to my amazement they did. She pressed her soft, warm lips against mine, and the sensation was electric. i was so very, very excited to be kissing this Goddess, my new Wife…er, Mistress. Her hot tongue slid into my mouth, exploring me, swishing around my tongue in what must have been an absolutely obscene display up on the stage. As we kissed, i felt her fingers slip underneath the elastic lacy waistband of my black panties, sliding down around my stiff penis. With her other hand, she plucked open the front of my panties, pulling them down in front of everyone so that my little weenie was plain for the crowd to see, exposed to the cool, conditioned air. She slid the silver plastic ring around my penis, over the purpling eager crown and down along the shaft to the base. It didn’t have far to go. i let loose a little squeal, squirming embarrassedly in place on my wobbly heels. My Best Lesbian slapped my burning bottom again in warning, and i tried to stay still. My Bride pulled on the bottom of the ring, guiding my taut balls into the ring with her fingertips, until the ring encircled my penis and scrotum. Then she turned to face the crowd, which erupted in enthusiastic applause. Several of the groomswomen turned to make out with each other, while others crossed in front of the rubber nun to make out with bridesmaids. The rubber nun pulled out a clear plastic dildo and began to openly pleasure herself at the sight.
My Bride took my stiff little penis between her forefinger and thumb and said, “Come along, sissy.” She led me gaily down the tiger-striped carpet, smiling at her friends and co-workers as they heartily congratulated her. Many of them wished me luck, warned me to serve Her well, or even slapped my bottom. Lots of them wanted to see the ring up close, forcing me to display my rigid tiny penis over and over again. Never had i wanted to pull up a pair of panties so desperately. As we walked out into the foyer, they threw multicolored foil packets of condoms into the air over our heads. My Bride made me bend over to collect some of them as we went. All the way to the elevator, i wobbled and swayed unsteadily on my ridiculous high heels.
We went up to our honeymoon suite. At long last, after 24 hours of public humiliation, i would finally get to have real sex with my busty Bride. Her white lacy teddy had been driving me wild, and i longed to feel her stockinged thighs rubbing against mine, to bury my face between those full, round pillowy breasts. As we got into our hotel room, she closed the door and turned to face me. “Well, stud, I bet this is the moment you’ve been drooling for. The wedding night. Your chance to finally fuck me all night long, over and over and over again. Think your teeny weenie is up to it, hubby?”
i nodded eagerly, my face hot red with embarrassment and overpowering lust. i hoped that at least in the bed, i might be able to reclaim some portion of my masculinity by fucking her as hard as i could, as much as i wanted. That might make the shame of my emasculating lingerie “tuxedo” fade a bit, or my reddened, stinging spanked bottom cheeks.
She stepped up toward me – still towering over me – and looked down into my eyes, her finger on my chin. “Too bad. My boyfriend should be here in a couple of minutes, and i want you out of our sight. After all, I did get all dressed up for him, and I don’t want anything to spoil this perfect night.” i was crestfallen, and felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. She stroked my hair gently, speaking in a patronizing tone of voice. “Awww, poor puppy. You really only have yourself to blame, getting your hopes up and making yourself stupid by playing with yourself on the X-Po floor. Did you really think a masturbating little boy like yourself would ever have a chance with a pornstar like me? Well, it’s too late now – you belong to me from now on. Hubby.” She giggled and led me by my penis across the bedroom. i gave the white bed a wistful glance as we passed it. We stopped in front of the closet doors, which were white with slats so that i would be able to see through it, to witness my new Bride being fucked by her boyfriend while i crouched on velvet-clad hand and knee in the darkness. Probably stroking myself to several messy ejaculations all over myself.
“Oh, don’t look so glum,” she said. “I’m not completely heartless.” She pulled the closet door open a crack and gestured for me to enter. “He should be here any minute now. Make a sound and you’ll be across my knee for a sissy-spanking so fast your head will spin.” Defeated, and ruefully rubbing my warm bottom, i slunk into the darkened closet. She closed the door after me, and i settled down on my pantied bottom to watch the show.
To my surprise, i felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning to look, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, i recognized the lovely face of the flower girl. She was still nude except for those little strategically-placed pink sequined hearts…and a pink collar. She put her finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhh.” Then her slim fingers traced around my silver wedding cockring, and along the underside of my shaft, coaxing a teardrop of precum to the tip of my penis. i shuddered with a sigh of pleasure, and she smiled, straddling my lap. Her lips found my ear, and as her fingers slowly began to trace up and down my shaft, she whispered, “Mistress says this will be our wedding night…”