My Rich Fiancée’s Slave 4 - BDSM wedding

I looked at Brittany, worried. “Are you… Am I… Will Michelle be transitioned like Evelyn?”

I was terribly afraid she’d say yes. It was one thing to love Evelyn and what she was, but to become…

“You’re going to be my husband. Out in public you’ll be Michael and you’ll be appropriately masculine. You can’t do that with big breasts, now can you?” she smiled. “However, we *do* have plans…”

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For the next week Bea brought in electrologists who removed every trace of my beard, every hair on my chest and belly—thankfully I’d only a little, and all the coarse hair on my arms and thighs. I’d daily shave the rest of my legs. Bea had her doctor supply enough painkiller that I slept through the worst of it.

Two weeks later the swelling had gone completely down. Brittany enjoyed applying slutty makeup on me, dressing me up as a whore with a big blonde wig, and then pegging me to shattering orgasms. Mostly I was kept in bra, panties and heels with no makeup or wig, which was even more humiliating than being sissified. I was always addressed as Michelle, except when non-kink company was over.

The only time I got to dress in men’s clothes was for vanilla company or when I went back to work in Ed’s office as his assistant. Even then I wore bra, panties and silk stockings under male clothes. When Ed had lulls in his work, I’d get under his desk and give him a blowjob, or he’d fuck me over the desk.

When I got home at night, I served my fiancée, doing all of her cleaning, serving dinner, mixing drinks, assisting Evelyn in the kitchen and other housework, and of course I submitted to whatever sex games they had dreamed up for the night. Sometimes some of their BDSM or swinger friends would come by and then Evelyn and I would do whatever sexual things they wanted. The best was when they wanted to watch us put on a sissy-trans lesbian love show.

Brittany and I were married a month later in a huge social event. Celebrities, politicians and powerful industry people were there. I kept getting hard-ons from the lacy, three-piece lingerie set on under my groom’s suit and the buttplug that Brittany had shoved into place before the ceremony. It was the whole deal: the ceremony, the first dance, speeches, cutting the cake, etc. We drove off in a limo ostensibly to the airport, but in reality, we were only waiting for all the vanilla people to leave the party.

We pulled into a neighbor’s driveway. The sixtyish Bennetts were regulars at Ed and Bea’s BDSM parties and they looked damn good for their age. They’d left the reception early so we had a place for my new wife to prepare me for the *true* ceremony, as she called it. She had everything to fully deck me out as Michelle: a floozie’s wig, overdone makeup, and a slutty bridal… well, you couldn’t call it a gown because it exposed my smooth, shapely ass and my cock in lacy, sheer panties.

Finally, she took me up to a full-length mirror. The sight of myself transformed into sexy Michelle got me harder than a brick wall. She tittered that was proof I was a closet sissy. The realization made me dizzy. To calm my nerves, our hosts gave me a shot of tequila and a few vape hits of powerful pot. By the time Bea called to say they were ready for us, I was fine and mellow and ready for *anything*.

*Be careful what you ask for, you slut!*

The Bennetts rode back with us in the limo. Grace was 61 and with their money I wasn’t surprised her face and body looked twenty years younger. She’d dressed in a merry widow that exposed her firm 38C tits and held up seamed nylon stockings on her slender legs. She wore no panties under her short skirt, and the sight of her pussy made me want to taste it. Lance, the husband, must have had a personal trainer, because his body looked just as fit in designer leather, which outlined a cock at least as big as Daddy’s. He also looked younger than he was. I hope he could keep it up for a long time!

Mommy and Daddy were there to open the limo door outside our front door. Seven other couples, all heavy BDSM players and close friends of the family were also in attendance, rocking the sexiest rubber, leather and lingerie there was—as were my new in-laws. Everyone was lined up on the walkway to the front door. They applauded as Brittany, now wearing a semi-sheer dress with a tuxedo type of colors, led me into the house on a leash, followed by her parents.

I caught our reflection in various mirrors throughout the house as we proceeded upstairs to the dungeon room, stunned by my beauty as a girl and scandalized by the throbbing boner in my panties. I couldn’t help my erection. I was the center of attention, of comments about how sexy I was and what a depraved fucking I was in for.

Our marriage would be consummated by my wife-Mistress, and her parents, Lucian, Evelyn, *and* all fourteen guests. When we swept into the elegant playspace, I saw a sling lowered to fucking height, the shoulders end lowered to splay me out horizontally. When Lucian set me into the cradle of the sling and draped my knees through the leather loops that spread me wide open, I was at their mercy.

On a table nearby was a selection of harnesses, dildos, sex-whips, nipple clamps, a violet wand for electrical play, several kinds of lube, rubber gloves from wrist to elbow-length, and everything else needed to reduce me to shaking mound of orgasming sissy flesh for as many hours as they wanted. The sight of my beloved Evelyn, standing nearby in classic, white, three-piece lingerie and heels warmed my heart and steadied my nerves. The looks we gave each other were not lost on Bea.

“Evelyn,” Mommy said, “your dear sister slave is now a part of this family well beyond the legal aspect. Since you two are so close, and with my daughter’s permission, I think you should go first.”

My eyes filled with grateful tears as Mistress agreed with Mommy. Evelyn looked down into my eyes, told me she loved me, and French kissed me while her finger worked a glob of lube into my sissy pussy. Then she walked up to the ass-end of the sling and slid her cock deep up inside me, making me groan with delight. She fucked me for a few minutes until Brittany tapped her shoulder.

“It’s the bride’s turn, slave. Fuck my husband’s face while I fuck her as her legal wife.”

My wife had strapped on a twelve-inch monster, gleaming with lube. I gasped as she shoved it in me, using every trick Evelyn had taught me to loosen up. Then I could no longer concentrate because my trans sister’s slick cockhead touched my lips. It wasn’t the first time I did ATM for her, but it was extra-hot under these circumstances. I moaned like a slut as Brittany’s dildo plowed deep up my ass, building up a massive prostate orgasm. I tried to warn them but a mouthful of dick muffled me.

Evelyn pulled out. “Something to say, slave girl?”

“I’m about to cum!” I gasped.

“Excellent,” my wife said. “Jack her off in your hand and coat your dick with it!”

Evelyn needed only two strokes before I cried out and splashed a big glut of spooey into her waiting palm. She wiped most of it onto her still-fragrant cock and made me lick her hand clean before she resumed fucking my mouth like a second pussy. I groaned deeply as Bea leaned in to suck my sissy tool fully clean. Her hot mouth was electric on my over-sensitive clitty.

“How much longer should I fuck her, Daddy?” my wife asked.

“She already came good,” Ed replied. “Fuck her until Evie pops her cookies.”

“I’ve been holding back, Daddy,” Evelyn said. “Should I cum in her mouth now?”

“Give her a good facial,” my wife said. “I want her makeup ruined after we’ve all fucked her!”

I swooned with lust as the first load of the evening hit my face. I moaned, first in pleasure as a stray hand slipped a cockring on me, then in pain as another applied nipple clamps. Bea grinned down at me as she got between my legs with a much friendlier nine-inch dildo and eased it up my tingling butthole, while her husband fed me his dick, which I slurped in hungrily.

*This is my new life, sissy-in-law slave to my boss and his wife, and to my bride! I’m so fucking happy!*

“What’s her record for ass-to-mouth switch-ups?” Ed asked his wife with a grin in his voice.

“I think ten times,” Mommy answered. “You like doing that, don’t you slave girl?”

“Mmmm-hmmm! Mmmm-Hmmm!” I moaned, nodding my head as best I could.

“*Everybody* should do it to her,” my new wife added with a giggle. “It’s a special day, after all!”

And just like that, my cock was aching-hard all over again. Evelyn wasted no time engulfing it into her ravenous mouth, swelling my heart with desire. Ed and Bea switched holes, and I took her ass-tasty dildo into my greedy mouth, sucking on it with my eyes closed in deepest satisfaction. I couldn’t help wonder… if this was our wedding ceremony, what would the honeymoon be like?

**The End**