{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"0ce375bd-a0ae-47d9-ae1e-30fc4c5726d3","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2021-02-16T17:33:10.675Z","title":"Submitting To Wedlock","slug":"submitting-to-wedlock","shortId":"cDKoGYTb","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Two slaves are astonished when their Mistress breaks the happy news of their engagement to them. A twisted Valentine. ","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5bd5b630-8b74-47e9-a9bf-d4964a5b8d39","title":null,"summary":"Submitting\nto Wedlock\n\n\n\nBy\nVoyeur\n\n\n\n14\nFeb 2021- A Valentine Day’s Tale? \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“The\ntwo of you w","wordCount":2450,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Submitting\nto Wedlock

\n\n

By\nVoyeur

\n\n

14\nFeb 2021- A Valentine Day’s Tale? \n

\n\n

“The\ntwo of you will marry each other, and take my name” our Mistress\ncommanded. \n

\n\n

To\nsay we were dumbfounded by this was an understatement. Though\nMistress had been distracted, dissatisfied and remote recently, this\nedict had come out of the blue. We both looked up, kneeling naked,\nchastity-locked and collared, worshipping Her feet as she lounged\nupon a white divan. \n

\n\n

“ummm…\nMistress, what do you mean?” asked Bitch, breaking protocol. \n

\n\n

“I\nneed to make a change in our relationship. This…” She waved\nbroadly at us both “...has grown stale and time consuming and I\nhave an exciting new project coming up that I need to focus all my\nenergy upon. But I don’t want to end it forever, just take a break\nfor a year or two. And then when I’m finished with my project, we\ncan get back together properly. In the mean time, marriage and living\ntogether with the rules and strictures I’m about to give you, will\nalso develop your submission to a more acceptable level when we\nre-unite”

\n\n

“Have\nwe displeased you Mistress” I asked, appalled at the thought.

\n\n

“No\nPanty Boy, but almost as bad- you’ve bored me with repetitive\nprotests and reluctance to overcome your hang-ups. But I’ve had a\nwonderful idea how the two of you can continue to train and practice\nyour submission to me and then return refreshed and renewed after our\ntime apart.”

\n\n

“I\ndon’t want to leave you Mistress! Or be married to a man!”\nexclaimed the lesbian Bitch. \n

\n\n

“But\nyou want to submit to me, don’t you? You need your sexuality\ncontrolled by me to be truly happy don’t you?” \n

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” she murmured looking down, obedience returning. I\nunderstood how impossible it felt to gainsay Her.

\n\n

The\nenormity of months, years without our beautiful, demanding,\ndominating Mistress loomed before me and I trembled in fear and\nsadness at the thought. It was an impossible thought- She meant\neverything to us- She was the centre of our lives, our love, our\nobsession, the blinding star whose presence we orbited. I couldn’t\nimagine getting through my day with a Mistress-sized gap in the\ncentre of my universe. \n

\n\n

To\nbe apart from Her for so long was unthinkable. A tear of utter loss\ntrickled from my eye. \n

\n\n

She\nwiped it away with her thumb, then automatically put her hand to my\nmouth so I could lick the moisture from Her skin. I swallowed the\nsalty offering just as automatically. \n

\n\n

“There,\nthere Panty Boy, it is not forever. I decided that you should marry\nso you can both live together and support each other in your\nsubmission to me. After all, did you not both pledge your body’s\nand soul’s to me? You both gave over control of your orgasms, your\nsexuality, and your decisions to my whim?”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” we chorused through the churning emotions that roiled our\nstomachs and fluttered our hearts. That familiar repetition helped\nsettle us a little. We probably should have protested more, but She\nwas right- we had given ourselves over to Her- She was the Alpha and\nthe Omega of our existence- and life was so much simpler and better\nonce we gave all our power over to Her. It was madness, but it was\nour addictive, irresistible madness. Concepts like choices, limits\nand safe-words faded away in the presence of Her cult of personality-\nShe spoke, we obeyed and knew utter contentment. Asking for our\nconsent to such a life-altering decision would feel as alien to Her\nas it did to us. \n

\n\n

“I\nhave grown a little restless, a little…. Not dissatisfied, that’s\nnot the word for you have both devoted yourself to pleasing me… but\na little stale, feeling like I was in a rut. I need a change. You\nboth gave me the power and responsibility for making decisions for\nour little D/s trio, so I’m using that authority. As ever, if you\nare unable to live with it, then you can leave, but you know I won’t\nwelcome you back after. You know I cannot stand indecision or second\nthoughts.”

\n\n

“What\nwill you do Mistress?” asked Bitch, her nose returning to\nMistress’s soles and resuming gently kissing Her feet. \n

\n\n

“I\nhave found a pair of virginal twins with a sexual curiosity ripe for\nsubmission. Developing and bringing out their latent feelings and\nenslaving their sexuality to my desires will take all my focus and\nattention for some time. It will be delicate, sensitive, private work\nto craft such a masterpiece so while I considered if the two of you\nwould provide a useful example, ultimately I decided that it would be\ntoo much of a crowd, and I know how needy the pair of you can be for\nmy attention.”

\n\n

Guiltily\nI stopped massaging Her calves having relished the feel of Her\nsmooth, warm skin in my hands, ever hoping I could provoke a sigh of\nsatisfaction or pleasure from Her. \n

\n\n

“What\nrules and strictures did you have in mind for us Mistress?” I\nasked, wondering how a heterosexual man and lesbian woman who knew\neach other only through our joint submission to our bisexual Mistress\ncould live together in holy matrimony. \n

\n\n

“In\nour time together, I’ve studied both of you intimately. I know what\narouses you, what brings you shameful pleasures that you won’t even\nadmit to yourselves. I know your minds and sexuality and understand\nyour hidden perversions and secret, transgressive, taboo desires\nbetter than you know yourself. So I’ve thought long and hard on\nhow the two of you will shape and enforce my will on each other. You\nwon’t enjoy some of it, but enduring it will cement your submission\nto me!”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” we chorused. While we didn’t live with Mistress, we\nboth came to Her home daily, stripping off our clothes, dignity and\noutside identities, donning our collars and chastity devices, then\ncrawling before Her and becoming Her Panty Boy and Bitch, Her\nsubmissive masochistic slaves. We had never met or spoken outside\nthis place, but we had shared such intense moments of pain, joy,\nhumiliation, pleasure, shame and orgasm together that we were closer\ncarnally and in BDSM than any other person on the planet save our\nMistress. It had amused Mistress for me to take Bitch’s\ntraditional virginity- the first male cock to slide into her\nreluctant lesbian pussy. Then Bitch had taken my squealing anal\nvirginity with a strap-on whilst Mistress laughed and stroked\nHerself. I learned how to excel at cunnilingus cheek-to-cheek with\nBitch, each of us graded and assessed by Mistress’s judging cane. I\nrarely won due to the impossible presence of scratchy stubble (no\nmatter how recently and well I shaved) and Bitch’s home team\nadvantage. Other competitions followed- who could deep throat a dildo\nfor longer? (My wider throat gave me the advantage- when I usually\nwon then Mistress would assign extra practice to Bitch on my cock-\nwhilst forbidding me to cum) Who could take more strokes of the whip\nor the cane? Who could edge for longer without coming, eyes locked\nonto each other as Mistress circled us, whispering and touching us as\nShe pleased? I knew the smell of Bitch’s orgasm, the taste of her\nass, the way her breathing changed when she climaxed, but I didn’t\nknow anything as simple as her job, her hobbies, her favourite\ncolour. \n

\n\n

“First\nsome rules for both of you. While married, you will both be in\nchastity- the cock cage for you Panty Boy, the belt for you Bitch.\nYour spouse will keep your key and only release you for hygiene\npurposes when you are restrained, ensuring you are securely locked up\nagain in chastity before being released. Like many married couples\nyou will never experience a full, pleasurable orgasm- such a gift is\nmy sole preserve and I may grant you one when you return to me.\nInstead any orgasm or ejaculation must be ruined, milked, anal or\nthrough paingasm. Finally when asked why you changed your married\nname to my surname, you will say that it is a name that means\neverything to the two of you.”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” - I shuddered at the thought- while increasingly rare, I\ntreasured the orgasms Mistress granted me. What would it be like to\nendure a year or two of ruins? Constant chastity would fill us both\nwith yearning frustration and hip-jerking denial, let alone the\nembarrassment of trying to explain our marriage to our families. And\nBitch would suffer all the more embarrassment amongst her lesbian\nfriends for marrying me.

\n\n

“Now\nas for your Panty Boy- I want you to work on some of your hang-ups-\nyou have such traditional ideas about masculinity that you need to\nlet go of before you come back to me. Taking away your cock is just\none element- Bitch will also fuck your ass with a strap-on, however\nshe wants at least 3 times a week with the goal of teaching you how\nto be milked. You will be literally bitch-fucked!” - She laughed\nat Her clever double meaning and continued “Then any drop of spunk\nwhich escapes your cock is to be recycled back into your mouth and\nswallowed. Without exception! Naturally you will continue to wear\nwomen’s panties instead of men’s underwear and Bitch will\npurchase and select which feminine apparel you wear each day.”

\n\n

I\ngulped and She saw the apprehension in my eyes

\n\n

“I\nknow you Panty Boy- you will grow to love being regularly sodomised-\nwithout your cock to play with you will grow to yearn for that\nforbidden satisfaction of your ass being filled up and the elusive\npleasure of a trickle of warm cum seeping through your caged cock.\nI’m sure Pavlovian conditioning will set in as you begin to\nassociate that brief pleasure with the taste of your own sperm\nmoments later. Perhaps you will experiment with your diet and\npineapples to change the taste.”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” I nodded, reeling at the thought of my fate for the next\nyear, my ass clenching at the thought, but also my cock stirring in\nit’s cage. Perhaps Mistress did know our taboo’s better than we\ndid ourselves?

\n“As\nfor you Bitch, you have a certain haughty lesbian pride that we need\nto address. I know that without me, you would go back to your\nmisandrist lesbian cliques and spend the next year licking half the\npussies in town even if my belt prevents them reciprocating. But\nmarrying you to a man will put a certain distance between you and\nthem, and in order to reduce your pride, you will accept a twice\nweekly maintenance spanking from your spouse. Panty Boy- I want you\nto spank her till she cries- the regular emotional release of weeping\nand the throbbing reminder of the pain in her ever-bruised buttocks\nwill reduce her pride and reinforce humility. And there is one more\nthing….”

\n\n

“What\nis that Mistress?” whispered Bitch, like me I could bet her\nbuttocks were clenching at the thought too.

\n\n

“You\nwill be taking a sabbatical from pussy for the year and experimenting\nwith cock instead- consider it your reverse college years, Bitch. But\nsince Panty Boy’s cock and cum are already accounted for, then I\nwant you to suck 100 different cocks in a year- about 2 a week.\nGetting down on your knees and pleasing a different man regularly\nshould give you a different perspective on that selfish superiority\nyou try to hide from yourself whilst expanding your circle of male\nacquaintances. You’ll need to learn new skills- how to tease and\nflirt with men, what lipstick and make-up to use and new oral\ntechniques. Your husband will have final approval on your outfits,\nand if you strike out in seducing them, then he may assist in\nscouting out likely men and asking them to face-fuck his wife. I’m\nsure a little cuckoldry and joint purpose will bring you together.”\n

\n\n

“...Yes...\nMistress” responded Bitch, blanching at the thought of sucking all\nthose disgusting dicks.

\n\n

“Now\nlet us do a little rehearsal!” She said with a hint of a smile.

\n\n

“Do\nyou Bitch take this man to be be your lawful wedded husband? To love\nand obey? To have and to hold? To bugger and feed him back his cum\nfor the rest of your days?”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” vowed Bitch

\n\n

“And\ndo you Panty Boy take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? To\nlove and obey? To chastise, spank and support her oral cuckolding for\nbetter or worse?”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” I promised

\n\n

“Then\nyou may kiss the bride!” She said, holding up an 18 inch flexible\ndouble-headed dildo between our two lips. Hesitatingly we accepted\nour end into our mouth and then Mistress made clear Her intentions by\npushing our heads towards each other. The dildo nudged deeper into my\nmouth, till it hit my throat, still a foot away from Bitch. We looked\nat each other and steeled our resolve. We plunged at each other,\nforcing the plastic double dong down our gagging throats. Now we were\n4 inches apart, close enough to see the tears starting to stream from\nthe others eyes, our neck tendons popping. I gasped for air that\nwould not come, feeling a torpedo ramming it’s way down my throat.\nThere was pain but the determination to please our Mistress was\nundimmed in our eyes and we closed that impossible distance inch by\nviolently gagging inch. Jointly skewered on that long plastic shaft\nour lips finally touched and we tilted heads to accommodate noses.\nHer tongue somehow flicked out under the shaft and I reciprocated,\nduelling each other while being flattened by the plastic beam that\nstrained our jaws. It was a strange sensation- intimate and tingly\nwhere our tongues touched, whilst overwhelmed by the suffocating,\ninvasive presence of a dominating third party. \n

\n\n

Mistress\nsmiled to see us kiss, decreeing “I do love to see such a happy\ncouple! In fact I want you to celebrate your love by kissing in such\na manner each day! This dildo will represent my contribution to your\nunion- bridging the gap between you, and reminding you of my\nDomination. But I can be a kind Mistress as well as a demanding one,\nso once you’ve finished kissing, you are welcome to make love to\neach other with it! Now with your chastity belts that probably means\nbanging each other ass-to-ass, but if you can learn to come from\nthat, then you have my blessing! Consider it my wedding gift to your\nhappy marriage!” \n

\n\n

“Yug\nMigreth” we managed, before lack of air forced us apart to draw\ngasping breaths. \n

\n\n

“Finally\nI will still take an interest in my slaves, even if we do not see\neach other regularly. You are still my property and belong to me. \nYou will video the bitch-fucks and spankings – try and capture the\nface as I’m sure your expressions will amuse me. Record how many\nloads of cum you each swallow whether your own or anothers. And I\nwant photo’s of you sucking each new cock Bitch, or it won’t\ncount towards your one hundred- selfies are acceptable. And over the\nyear, lets get a few housekeeping items done so I don’t need to\nwaste time on them. Before the year is up, Bitch will get her tongue\npierced twice- a front stud to pleasure cock, and one at the back of\nthe tongue to pleasure me when we re-unite. Panty Boy, you will get\nyour cock pierced with a Prince Albert or some other piercing that\nwill secure a cock cage onto it. Bitch can make the appropriate\nselection for you. Send me a monthly report of your activities and\nI’ll peruse it at my leisure.”

\n\n

“Yes\nMistress” we repeated.

\n\n

“Any\nmore questions slaves?”. The future yawned before us- daunting and\ndifferent- not one we could have even imagined 15 minutes ago, but as\nsure and certain as death and taxes now. Our lives, sex and\nsubmission would change utterly, but Mistress was right- it still\nappealed to some dark, broken part of each of us. One overlooked\nthought did niggle me. \n

\n\n

“Errr..\njust one question Mistress” I ventured. \n

\n\n

“If\nI’m to marry Bitch and she I, then could you tell us each other’s\nreal names please? \n

\n\n

FINIS

\n\n

\nComments,\ncorrections, criticisms and suggestions welcome.\nCatgreenwood80@gmail.com \n

\n\n

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