Given Away... Again

The driver left and the woman introduced herself as Svetlana. She said she was going to make me beautiful for the wedding and that I would just have to stay quiet and not move. Unsure of what could be so difficult about getting me ready for the wedding I nodded and awaited instructions.

She started by telling me to strip, completely. Again embarrassed I slowly started to take off my clothes. Svetlana was not having it. She told me that she's a woman so it doesn't matter, and that I do not want to be late for my big day. I then shucked the rest of my outfit, including my underwear as she had asked. She led me to the shower and began to shave my legs.

"A bride must be smooth and beautiful for her Husband." She continued to shave up my legs and then instructed me to spread them slightly.

"Oh!" I gasped. She was shaving there!

"Hush, girl, your Husband wants you like this. Lucky for you your Husband is rich and will get it permanently lasered off so you won't have to do this much!"

I was astonished at the thought but had little time to think. Once shaved I felt even more nude than before, my girl parts completely exposed and vulnerable. I grasped for a towel but there was nothing, "Dont worry, you'll get used to it," she said.

In the shower, Svetlana washed me with fragrant oils and shampoos. She rubbed coconut oil all over me and made me supple and smooth to the touch. Admittedly I felt amazing and I caught myself getting those special tingles when I rubbed my finger between my hairless legs and lips.

After having my hair removed, Svetlana brought me to the bed where many pieces of lingerie were laid out. "Is that for me?" I asked confused.

"Yes. The virgin bride must wear white to her wedding. It symbolizes her purity and submission."

Not wanting to come off as more of a pain to Svetlana I just nodded quietly and pretended to understand. Inwardly, I thought of how beautiful the lingerie looked and was happy that I would get to wear it to please my Husband. Seeing all of these lacy garments in front of me, it was hard not to get excited.

She started by pulling out a pair of white stockings. She slowly slipped them on and they glided smoothly up my baby soft legs. Next she slid up a white garter, telling me "Remember, garter always goes before the panties."

True to her word, Svetlana followed up with a pair of white panties and nestled it over the garter, which was now hooked into the stockings. As I looked at my lower body, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly all of the lingerie fit my tiny, slender body. My slim legs and round hips looked amazing in the delicate lines of the lingerie and lace. A small damp patch formed in the front of the white panties as I writhed in the mirror like a slut, falling in love with how I looked. I hoped my Husband would like me, too.

After the bottom half, Svetlana told me the next section may be more difficult. She stood me up and told me to hold the bar in front. Then she came around the side with a whale bone corset, complete with white lace. She placed it around my waist under my B cup breasts so that it perfectly contorted my body into an even more feminine hourglass. As she pulled she told me to breathe, and that it was important for my Husband to see a small waist on his bride. It would show that I respect his desire for me to stay thin for him, as that is a a status symbol for women in his society. Not wanting to upset my Husband, I accepted the tightening of the corset, secretly feeling bliss at knowing Victor would appreciate my shape.

Soon after the corset was finished and I practiced breathing, Svetlana brought over a pair of very high white stiletto heels that must have been 5 inches.

"I know you've probably never walked in these before but it's okay, you won't be walking much today, anyway. Plus, a lot of men like the hobble of a helpless woman in heels," she giggled.

She slipped the heels on my feet, tying the tops around my ankles with a knot that had a small lock at the end. I barely even registered the locks because I was focusing so hard on my breathing. The locks made me nervous but also looked pretty and decorative. I decided to overlook them.

A transparent white babydoll was then placed over my head that barely covered anything. The bottom went to just under my butt cheeks, but it was so translucent that you could see all of my lingerie anyway. I was just realizing how exposed I would be during the ceremony and began to get nervous. They would all see the moisture forming on my panties! But before I had time to think, Svetlana sat me down in a chair in front of the vanity.

Here, she began to softly paint my face, covering it in powders and creams. The end result was that of a doll: powdered face, blush, red lips, and fake lashes. I felt extremely pretty which made me feel even more embarrassed. Father said makeup was for whores but I loved how I looked.

Svetlana stood me up telling me how pretty I was and that she had a few finishing touches. She then grabbed my hands and began to place small silken white mitts over them, tying a knot around each of my wrists. The result was that I couldn't use my hands at all; they were completely immobile.

I now felt quite nervous as the reality of the situation was sinking in. I was dressed in heels so high I could barely walk, in a corset so tight I could barely breathe, in slutty lingerie, without functioning hands, about to marry a man I don't know in an unknown location. But before I could finish this thought, Svetlana was placing a strap around my head and pushing something in my mouth.

I didn't even realize what was happening before the strap was set in place and the ball gag was stuck in my mouth. I tried to make a sound but it just came out as a muffle. I panicked but could barely walk in the heels. I couldn't take the gag off either with my trapped hands! There was nothing I could do. I was stuck.

I looked to Svetlana with fear in my eyes and she just looked at me with sympathy and said "Oh, baby, it will be okay. Just listen to Victor. Never disobey him. Never give him reason to punish you. You will be ok." And then she stood me up and pushed me towards a door.

When the door opened I saw a huge man who told me to put my arm in his through his. I did, mainly for support. He said he was Victor's Father and that I was to look down with my hands in front until Victor lifted my veil in the ceremony. I obeyed and walked with him down the procession with my eyes low.

I couldn't see much but from what I could see there was only men in attendance. I didn't see any women's shoes as I scanned the crowds feet looking down. I would later learn that women were not permitted to attend weddings and celebrations. In fact, women seldom left the home.

As I got to the front of the room I could smell my Husband's cologne and a sense of relief washed over me. At least I knew my protector was here. Everyone got quiet and I was ushered onto my knees. Here I stayed, in total submission with my head low in front of my Husband, mouth gagged, while the priest gave his sermon. It included verses on the submission of women to men, the role of women in the home, and the duty of men to punish women who stray from their path. It taught me that my Husband is my Master and my God, and I shall fear him and he fears his God. It taught me to always consider how my Husband may react to what I do, or think; everything.

This sermon flooded me with the justification I needed that my Lord not only accepted, but encouraged this union between Man and wife. This ceremony confirmed to me that my place was on my knees, below my husband, with my head low in humble submission.

As Victor began to lift my veil I finally looked up and saw my handsome Husband. His rugged features were cut jaggedly into his hairy face in a way that made me fear his presence, but also feel an intense magnetism. I knew he would be the man to beat me for my mistakes but I took pride in knowing I would wear his marks. I felt the deepest gratitude in being his property.

He lifted my veil then placed a delicate white collar around my neck, attaching a silken white leash to the ring. When he held the leash I sensed a powerful connection to my Husband and as he bid me to stand I instantly held onto him tight not wanting to let go. He grinned at my reaction, sensing how vulnerable I was. He protected me, swooping in to caress and hold me. It dawned on me that I couldn't even speak or use my hands, so I pleaded at him with my eyes to be the man who would help me. The look he gave me said I will always lead you and provide for you. I cried with joy and looked at him again smiling as best as I could through the ball gag. He just held my face and smiled.

Next, he sat down in a chair near the front of the room, and beckoned me over to his lap. I thought maybe he wanted to fondle me so I went over to sit but he shook his head and motioned for me to lay instead. I did so, nerously placing my immobilized hands behind my back for him to hold my wrists.

He immediately began wailing on my ass, making me cry and plead. I couldn't make much sound but I knew I must have been a pathetic sight in front of all these huge men; a crying bride over her Husband's lap. What they didn't know was this crying bride's panties were getting soaked by this treatment! I loved my Husband's strong, warm hands touching my naughty parts.

I knew I couldn't disappoint my Husband on our first day of marriage so I took the beating as best as I could, only crying softly. I couldn't embarrass my Husband in front of his guests by writhing in ecstasy like the harlot I wanted to be; I would never forgive myself. So I took my beating like an obedient wife.

After the maintenance my Husband told me to stand and turn around to show the crowd my reddened cheeks. I did as he said and stood crying softly with my head down, too embarrassed to look up. I knew it wasn't my place to look all these men in the eye. It wouldn't be appropriate for me as a wife to look at the superior men, and even the thought of straying from what my Husband wanted made me feel sinful and teary. I felt comfort in listening to his command to show his friends my bum, even if it was terribly humiliating.

The embarrassment and raw sexual energy of the situation got to me and my juices start to drip down my thighs. I tried to hide my lust but my Husband saw how wet I was and commanded I bend over for the crowd and pull apart my cheeks. He wanted the men to see my "pussy" as he called it. I had never heard that word before but I knew he meant my rosebud.

He told me they needed to see what he was going to make his later. I was terrified but didn't want to disappoint and get another spanking so with a little difficulty in the mittens I spread my cheeks and bent over. They all whooped and hollered like wolves, congratulating my Husband for his wife's gorgeous pussy. This made me blush with pride.

After the public showing of my submission my Husband led me and the guests to our tables. There were gorgeous glass tables with glass settings, and throne-like chairs. He led us to our table and as the seats were filling up I noticed that there was not a spot for me. I looked up at my Husband nervously and he just smiled and patted my head.

"Do not worry my love, tonight you will eat what your Husband gives you. On your wedding day, and forever after, I will be the hand that feeds you, and you will take what you get gratefully. Now kneel under the table on the pillow, my wife."

Confused by the command, I went under the table to wait. When my Husband sat in his chair I realized my face was right at his groin. He grabbed the leash and pulled my head up so he could see me. I looked up at him with scared eyes and he just stroked my face. He removed my ball gag and I opened my jaw a few times, grateful for its absence.

"Don't get too used to being empty my love, I will fill you again soon."

Then he began to unzip his pants and fish out his penis; I had never seen one before, only a drawing in a book a girl showed me. In front of my first real-life penis I shuddered at its size, but was curious at its virility. It looked so strong. I couldn't believe a man could have this attached to him.

It seemed to haven a hood of skin covering the knob sized tip but that skin was pulling back as this monster grew. His penis was becoming thicker and more veiny, almost angrier, and now it stood almost as large as my forearm!

"It's a big cock, hm, little one?" I nodded pathetically. I had never heard of a "cock" but I assumed he meant this sword in front of me which was hogging my attention. I soon started to get those feelings again, those voracious throbs in my "pussy" that needed to be fed. Looking at his big "cock" lit a fire in me and my white panties were surely see-through by now.

I was tearing up at the sight of his cock and what he would do with it but my Husband calmed me with by pushing a finger into my mouth. He moved it around to claim every corner. Then he took out his finger and slowly inserted the tip of his cock in and told me to suckle on it like a popsicle.

As I did that, he got happier and put his hand on the back of my head. This also made him harder, and his cock got much larger. Does this thing ever stop growing?? He changed my position so I could more easily swallow his cock then told me to continue the technique I was doing while he ate his meal.

I bobbed on his cock, bouncing up and down, maintaining my eyes up at him as he requested while he ate. He would occasionally look down at me and smile or pat my head. These small actions made me so happy; I was doing exactly what he wanted. The men around me laughed and jeered and they watched me suck my Husband through the glass table, but I didn't care. Seeing Victor feel so at ease and happy made me feel good.

As the dinner died down, Victor pulled me up from under the table and sat me on his lap. We kissed for a while and the guests exited. Soon, we were walking back to our hotel room, well me hobbling and holding onto my Husband. When we entered, Victor told me with lust in his eyes that he needed me to strip off everything immediately. I told him I would need help with the gloves, locked heels, and corset so he helped me strip.

Once naked, we embraced and kissed for what felt like hours. He told me how proud he was of me at our ceremony and that I impressed everyone, including his Father. I was so overwhelmed with joy I began crying and I went to my knees to show deference to my Husband.

He appreciated this gesture and stroked my face. We looked into each other's eyes then I went to unzip his pants from my position on my knees. He happily obliged, helping me get him out of the clothes. Then we were both naked, kissing and caressing. Victor suddenly picked me up and declared "my wife, it is time I take you as my property. I must claim you as mine and plant my seed in your pussy."

I had no idea what he meant but I knew that I must listen so I just looked at him and pleaded, "My Husband, make me your property! Make me yours! Plant your seed in me! Own me! Mark me! Take me!"

He lifted me off the floor and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman to the bed. When he dropped me down I scooted to the corner feeling so vulnerable and helpless. He moved up on to his knees between my legs, pushing my smooth thighs out until then were stretched in a split. He put them over his shoulders, kissing my thighs and feet as he made his way up. Once in position, he dipped his hand low and began to gently circle my lower lips.

"Oooooh," I let out.

"Yes my love, you like when your Husband touches your little pussy? I need to get you nice and wet and open you up slowly so it doesn't hurt."

I was so overwhelmed with joy that my Husband was caring enough to worry about my pleasure while he sought his that I began crying again, pulling him closer. The tears had the effect of hardening his cock even more, giving him an immense amount of ownership over my body, mind, and spirit. He slowly began to slip the tip back and forth over my slick lips, lubing his cock with my juices. It tickled and felt naughty, but also felt as though it was touching a place where it meant to be. My pussy started to feel different, in a new way; empty. My hole suddenly felt like a vessel which needed filled in order to feel whole. I knew my Husband could fill that void.

I found myself begging, "Please my Husband, please complete me! Fill me!"

This pleased him and he laughed, but he also became stoic and told me to hush and not make noise. A wife should accept what her Husband gives and not ask.

I felt like a whore! Embarrassed I began to cry and apologize but he said "worry not, I shall now take you."

He then began his plunge, starting with the tip and slowly breaking through maidenhood. As he entered I felt a rapture of pleasure; a sense of becoming whole filled me. He let the tip rest and I just smiled at my Husband from my position on my back, so happy to complete my role as his vessel. He continued pushing, breaking my barriers and forcing my walls to stretch as they accommodated his mass. I felt warmth knowing my body was opening and yielding to him, molding to fit him perfectly. My pussy wanted to become perfect for him, just as he pleased.

He pushed more of his 9 inches into me and I cried out in joy, feeling the pulsing pleasure of finding the one who will do this to you every day. I realized this wouldn't be the last time my Husband would love me and I smiled and cried even more, eliciting an even bigger smile from my Husband.

He now began fucking me in earnest, raping my hole until it opened to fit him without friction. I cried as he went harder than I could take, but it felt good to know I was helping him relieve his pressure with my pussy. It made me feel complete.

My Husband began to speed up and he began to touch my the top part of my pussy.

"AHHH!" I squealed out.

"That's your clitoris, baby girl. Your clit. Let Daddy rub your little clittie baby. You can't touch it, you don't want to be a little slut. But Daddy can touch it."

He told me I can never rub my clit for I am Daddy's property and his to touch. He doesn't think it's right for a wife to give herself her own pleasure and I agree. I don't want to be some wanton slut, I will take what my man gives me.

As he rubs my little clit in circles with his finger I feel waves crash over my body and brain as I convulse. Juice is flowing out of me and I can't stop it! I scream, unsure of what's happening but Daddy ensures me that it's only natural, and that it happens to wives when their Husbands fuck them. He said he did it, too, but he planted his seed deep in my pussy. He pulled his cock out and replaced it with two fingers.

"It's soaking in now, baby girl. I'm making you my property." He fingered his seed deeper and deeper, coating my walls to ensure it reached its target. "You're going to give him sons." I cried with happinees.

We kissed and cuddled as I lay bent in half with my man holding me. He then went back on his legs, still holding mine out, admiring his handiwork. I'm sure my pussy looked open, pink and puffy, abused from his treatment.

"I don't want my seed to spill" said my Husband. "It must stay in you. Hold your legs back, I will return."

With that he exited the room and I continued to hold my legs back, afraid to let any of my Master's seed spill from my pussy. I didn't want to upset him tonight of all nights. When he returned he was holding cuffs that looked like they could hold wrists and ankles.

"Baby, for the rest of the night I want you to be in this position" he soothed while wrapping my ankles and wrists in the soft white cuffs. He then attached the ankle cuffs above my head to the headboard so my legs were spread with pillows under my lower back, raising my pussy. He attached the wrists straps above my head, too, leaving me completely helpless. Finally, he replaced the ball gag in my mouth. Now I couldn't even squeal! I was spread completely, exposing my pink pussy to my Husband while crying.