That's my little girl!

Continued from: Ugly Cried

The ceremony was held in the heart of the forest, amidst towering oaks and ancient stones. A friend of Carley's is a Druid priestess, who can apparently officiate weddings. Her ethereal presence added an otherworldly, Celtic air to the proceedings. 

As I stood at the edge of the wooded clearing, waiting for Cassandra to emerge, I dabbed at my eyes with a delicate tissue, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. When Cassandra finally appeared, my heart swelled with pride and love. She looked radiant in her little white dress, but of course, this was no ordinary bride. Beneath the virginal white, I caught glimpses of black fishnet stockings and heavy combat boots, a perfect blend of innocence and rebellion that was so quintessentially Cassandra.

As a distant piper began to play, an eerie, haunting tune that seemed to echo through the very trees themselves, it signaled the beginning of the ceremony. 

I stepped forward, offering Cassandra my arm with a smile. "Ready, my darling?" I asked softly. Cassandra nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm scared."

I pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I know, my sweetheart," I soothed, stroking her hair gently, "love can be scary at times, but you and Carley are meant for one another." 

Cassandra's hand trembled slightly, as she placed it over her heart, her eyes locked with mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion, "I've never let anyone in here before, it's dark in there." Her words hung in the air as she tapped her heart. 

I reached out, covering her hand with my own and intertwining our fingers. "My sweet Cassie," I hushed, "your darkness is part of what makes you so incredibly special. It's the shadow that gives depth to your light, the mystery that draws people like Carley to you, like a moth to a flame." I paused, allowing my words to sink in, watching as Cassandra's breathing slowed and her shoulders relaxed. 

I tried to remain stoic and confident for her, as I again offered her my gloved arm to escort her to her lover. 

Slowly, deliberately, we began our procession down the makeshift aisle, the soft earth cushioning our steps. With each stride, I could feel the weight of the occasion settling upon us, the gravity of the promises that were about to be made. 

To everyone's surprise, Robbie stood tall and proud beside Carley, who looked absolutely breathtaking in a black gothic dress, her tattoos a living tapestry against her pale skin. The sight of them together was a powerful reminder of the many forms love can take, the intricate dance of dominance and submission that binds hearts together. 

As Robbie prepared to give Carley away, I couldn't help but feel a kinship with him, both of us playing crucial roles in the lives of these extraordinary young women. 

And then there was Summer, my beautiful wife and Cassandra's maid of honour, her face streaked with tears of joy. She looked naturally radiant in her own unique way, her beauty amplified by the depth of her emotions. 

The Druid priestess was waiting patiently as we reached the alter. I placed Cassie's little hand in Carley's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze. "Take care of my girl," I managed to whisper to Carley, before my maternal emotion consumed me completely into a mess of tears. 

The two women turned to face one another, their eyes locked in a moment of pure unadulterated connection. Stepping back, I took my place beside Summer, reaching out to clasp her hand in mine. Together, we watched as the Druid woman began the ceremony, her voice rising and falling with the distant bagpipes. 

As the ceremony drew to a close, I watched with rapt attention as Carley and Cassandra sealed their vows with a passionate kiss, their bodies melding together in a perfect union of love and desire. As they finally broke apart, their faces glowing with joy and their hands tightly clasped, I couldn't help but let out of sob of pure happiness.

Hand in hand they began to walk past us, down the woodland aisle. Cassandra caught my eye, mouthing a silent "thank you, Mommy," before rejoining the gaze of her new wife. I stood there watching as they vanished into the woods to do god knows Druidish what to one another. 

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my satin gloves, letting the tears flow freely. Summer was by my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around me as I shook with the force of my sobs. 

"It was just so beautiful," I managed to choke out between gasps.

"That's my little girl!" I cried out. 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Stuffie or the Whip

Bridesmaids

Continued from: No Turning Back

No speeches, no Macarena or chicken dance and the added possibility of random, intense sexual encounters cropping up. This was the best wedding reception I've ever been too, and it was mine! 

In the limo on the way back to the house, Summer told me that Vanessa had really taken a shine to Bella. Yes, like that type of shine. 

Without hesitation I gave Bella a slave pass, absolutely! Vanessa was a rocket. It was a wedding party gift from Summer and I. Bella could do what she wanted with Vanessa tonight, provided she was outwardly submissive toward Vanessa. 

As the night wore on, we danced, we drank, Summer and I spanked both of our sissy gurls at one point, right in front of everyone, then took them outside for some air and a brief chat. 

We first let them listen to us talking about unlocking their dicks, as a bridesmaid's gift from Summer and I. It was their glimmer of hope, that they may finally have a full orgasm with their penises. The last time this occurred was over six months ago, when Katrina and I had them 69 each other right in front of us, finishing the humiliating event by cumming into each other's mouths. 

Since that time, Kaylee has been blowing some of my male clients on a regular basis and Tiffany is in a three-way relationship with his girlfriend Katrina and her bull named Cole. Tiffany is no stranger to fluffing his cock and sucking him off, to prepare him for fucking Katrina. 

Sucking dick was no longer such a taboo or a big deal for these two cock-sluts, we had to raise the stakes a little. 

Meanwhile, Bella and Vanessa had slinked off to do their own thing, she was a good girl and kept her collar on, but it appeared that was the only thing she had on. 

Just over Vanessa's shoulder, at their three o'clock, two studs sat in wait. I had suggested to them when the night began to wind down, that my gurls would look after them. They were both game. 

The two sissy bridesmaids had a moment to deliberate, before it was time to make their decisions. 

"Well gurls, what's it gonna be?" I asked. 

"Entertain our handsome pilots and I do mean entertain, in any way they want, and you'll earn an unlocking. Or call it a night and I'll be keeping your chastity keys safely secured away, for a little while longer." I added, with a devious grin on my face. 

"Safewords are always an option too gurls," I finished with. 

Their desperation to cum and new-found lust for all things sissy and humiliating, made the decision for them. They had been conditioned into perfect little bimbos. 

Summer and I couldn't believe our eyes, this was amazing to watch. 

The gurls, although somewhat stoic, were doing an amazing job pleasing our guests. 

Then, in an incredible escalation of desire and sexual passion, it happened. Summer and I were about to witness Tiffany and Kaylee, lose their anal virginity. 

Kaylee had only ever taken my strap-on and toys, Tiffany also, and Katrina had reported to me previously, that her bull Cole, has never fucked Tiffany, only oral with him. 

So this was it. No safewords were spoken, not even reluctance. My two sissy bimbos actually wanted this to happen. 

It was cute to hear Kaylee's chastity cage, clacking and bouncing about between her legs, as Lance fucked her boi pussy. 

Tiffany's first experience was not too far behind. Summer and I both heard him groan like a whore, as Eric entered his smooth, hairless asshole. 

Kaylee was now riding Lance, moaning just as intensely...still not a breath of a safeword was spoken. 

All was right with the world, we left the studs to carry on and finish up, telling the two sissies to come find us when the pilots leave, to see about their bridesmaid gifts. 

Groomsmen gifts? I think our two pilots were capitalizing on those right now! Hehe. 

As for Summer and I, I had matrimonial duties to attend to. I had to consummate this marriage with Summer. Did watching those two studs fucking the two sissies make us super aroused? 

Mayyyyybe...

Who consummates a marriage of their beautiful bride, with bondage, a whip, a ballgag and a pair of nipple clamps? 

I did! All night long, until Kaylee and Tiffany darkened our doorway, faces blushing and likely clenching their bums, trying to hold in all the cum.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Keyholder

No Turning Back

Continued from: The Wedding Party

The wedding of Summer and I was going to be a small gathering, as we wanted it. We selected a hipster, brew-pub downtown that had an intimate, rooftop veranda. 

Cute huh? 

When the wedding music started, I had a huge lump in my throat. We decided that I would be the one to wait at the front, under the arbor while pilots, Lance and Eric, in their official dress uniforms, walked Summer down the aisle to me (I still don't know which one is Lance and which one is Eric).

As soon as I saw my little Summer, in her wedding gown, framed perfectly by the two studs on either side of her, tears were rolling down my cheeks. There was no turning back now!

After exchanging our vows, we sealed the deal with a kiss, to the thunderous applause of our guests. 

I was so utterly content. My heart was finally full, and would now be forever. 

I played Summer a classic, from one of our most intimate slow-dances ever, the night in New Orleans where I told her I was madly in love with her.  

"I can't help falling in love with you." Elvis originally, I believe. 

She sat beside me on the piano stool and laid her head against my shoulder, crying tears of joy as I played. It was a beautiful moment on such a beautiful day, but the day was still young. 

All of the guests either knew or were briefed, on why every member of my side of the wedding party were in slave collars. Our tight group of friends are very open and understanding, it turns out the pilots and Vanessa were too. No one would ever judge our lifestyle choices.  

The reception was planned at the Facility, a.k.a. our matrimonial home, in the upper floor of course. We hired a caterer, Cassandra was going to dance for us again and given the environment, the guests were aware that "things" from the kink world, may happen. 

Summer and I could both sense that some wild adventures may occur tonight, we both noticed it from our seat at the piano. 

The booze was flowing liberally and people were starting to get a little handsy. 

"Do you think the sissies are crushing on the pilots?" I asked Summer. 

"It could be the other way around Mistress", she replied? 

"REALLY?!" I declared, sounding absolutely shocked. 

"Oh ya", Summer said. 

"Eric is for sure bisexual and Lance, he's just a huge swordsman. It wouldn't surprise me if they tried. They know Vanessa and I won't touch the two of them, even though they've attempted multiple times on our flights and I assume Bella is probably not permitted to." Summer went on to explain. 

"Only two options left", I said, in a cheerful tone. 

"Two options who have been in chastity cages for months right?" Summer quipped. 

We both giggled, and agreed to do our hardest to try and make it happen, without pushing or breaking anyone's limits. 

"Once they let two men fuck them, there will be no turning back," I concluded. 

It turns out, this one is Lance, the swordsman, who happens to have a thing for redheads. 

Hehe! 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bridesmaids

 

The Wedding Party

Continued from: The Maid of Honour

The big day is approaching fast. Summer and I went dress shopping a few times and we still hadn't decided on how our same-sex, D/s dynamic wedding should play out. I didn't want Summer to feel like she's a spectacle for the eyes of others, we also talked about whether or not she should be in innocent, virginial white (hehe), maybe not so virginal but I like the white bride look. 

Should I be in a suit, or leathers...should Summer be in a collar? There were plenty of ideas floated around.

I really liked this one on her, a corseted, lingerie bride? 

Isn't she a freakin' hottie? 

But...I wanted to look like a bride too! Not a groom. I really liked this one and tried some latex gloves with it, as a nod to our kink lifestyle but not so kink that we enter into a full-blown, BDSM wedding. 

I think it was Natalie Mars, the very famous, sissy porn star, who got married to his/her Dominatrix. They went with a fun gender reversal, bride/groom feel. I wonder if Natalie's penis was locked up during this ceremony? The clamps are certainly a nice, decorative touch. 

I'm not sure if Natalie goes by her or him, I assume the former. No disrespect if I got it wrong.

Speaking of sissy slaves, was there ever any doubt, who my bridesmaids would be? Of course it's going to be Kaylee and Tiffany! This will be their ultimate humiliation and the ultimate point of no return for them. There will be absolutely no returning to being a man for these two, after this wedding.

Katrina let me "borrow" Tiffany for this event and this role. Kat is going to be attending anyway, with her alpha-bull, male submissive, Cole. 

Do you remember Vanessa? This little stunner...

Way, way back from the original post, where I first discovered that some Flight Attendants sell their used hosiery? That Vanessa.

Summer essentially learned their naughty little trade-secret from Vanessa, they have been partners in nylon fun and games and best friends ever since. This is who Summer selected as her Maid of Honour. 

Yep, she's about an 11, as I suspected she would be. 

As for the rest of Summer's side of the wedding party, she went with her actual flight crew from work, the pilot and co-pilot. 

I don't often get impressed by silly males, and these two are likely as silly as all the rest, but what a pair of studs these pilots were! Holy shit. Of course one of them is named Lance but I can't remember which one, the other is named Eric. 

Look at the machismo dripping off these two. They probably fly the plane with their cocks! Is that where the term cockpit comes from? Hehe.

We're definitely going to have a very handsome and gorgeous wedding party! 

When the day finally arrived, I was absolutely right, we were stunning! I hadn't seen Summer yet, the morning of. I had butterflies like crazy!

Alright, time to do this thing! Wish me luck. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: No Turning Back