Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 19 – "With This Ring"

For the whole of the next day I stayed cuddled in my bed warming my body through and through thoroughly, dreaming dreamy-girl-dreams of my love, Jackie, and trying to recall the sound of her sighs and of her orgasmic moans, the wonderful music of heaven that my body had, at so very long last, caused my darling to sing as she lay with me for the first time.

I was a girl deeply in love. I had never loved any other before so incredibly adoringly. There had been many a man of my dreams, but they had always turned to clay: worthless clay. I had hunted all my life for the golden grail and thought, when I had wanted men, that my quest would be forever unfulfilled. In Jackie I had found not only the grail was of the finest purest gold, but also that it was full of the finest reddest sweetest most precious and most intoxicating wine.

Why had I been such an utter fool as to turn Jackie down when we were at school? What had I missed through not letting my love go to the one who deserved it the most? Why had I wasted all my life before on men? Men are wonderful, but why had it taken me so long to realise that I was always really and truly only a girl's girl? How could I be deserving of Jackie now? What would my life be like were I to lose her? How could I be sure she would ask me to marry her? Could I make up for the time I had lost by being so stupid as to turn her down over all the years since my teens till now?

These and a thousand other related questions revolved in my head as I lay between sleep and wakefulness most of the day, interrupted by Mina and Nina who tended to me.

It was Mina who broke the news, when I had at last got out of bed at around 7.00 that evening. I was fresh from the shower and Mina had been blow-drying my hair, before brushing it out.

"I've something to tell you", she simply said, but with a hint of mystery and excitement in her voice.

I was sitting in a blue silk mini-dressing-gown in front of my dressing table, concentrating on ensuring that, with Mina's help, I would once more look beautiful. My mind instantly latched on to Mina's intonation and I looked up so that we faced each other, so that her eyes and mine met in the mirror, she momentarily leaning her chin on the top of my head.

"I know something you don't know", teased Mina rising. She had the smile of a girl who was really and truly bursting to give out her news.

My heart leaped and began to beat more quickly.

"May I know please?" I asked, as the tame girl I now believed myself to be.

"Certainly you may", Mina teased again.

I lowered my eyes, not daring to ask again.

After a period enjoying the torment on my lovely features, Mina exclaimed, "I know a girl who is to get married in this very house tomorrow!"

I looked up once more not daring to believe what I had heard.

"You heard right!" said Mina, "A judge will be here tomorrow morning and Norna will be the best girl. Did you know that Norna is Belinda's daughter by an earlier marriage?" she threw in.

I did not know and nor did I take this in; all I heard was my heart thumping in my chest. I almost passed-out with my suppressed joy. I then looked again at Mina's eyes in the mirror, seeing her eyes seem to flicker and waver because I was looking through the distorting lenses of my silent tears of joy.

"I hope I may say congratulations?" Mina queried jokingly. Then she bade me stand, took me in her arms and hugged me gently as I sobbed uncontrollably. "It's true" she said, It's true. You are to be married right here tomorrow, you incredibly lucky girl"

"I always thought Norna had a soft spot for you, but she's said she'll be best girl out of love for Jackie. Jackie got Norna another job after Belinda fired her over that shoplifting incident. Her own mother fired her would you believe! She's a hard woman that Belinda, but so incredibly beautiful…….. She'll be here tomorrow as well. Jackie and she have been friends for years….."

Is it too strange to relate that, even as Mina chatted on, my mind was focussing on disappointment? Why had Jackie not approached me directly about the wedding?

Then, as if she had heard my thoughts, "It's all very sudden", Mina said, "but it's bad luck for the husband-girl-to-be, to see the bride before the ceremony, so Nina and I are going to get you ready and Norna will join us in a while. Norna has the eternity ring for you to wear ready for tomorrow!"

"Jackie says you'll have to go out to work even after you're married. Apparently, Belinda runs a firm of girl-cabs. They are all the rage in London now, what with the environmental legislation banning cars altogether. They say Rickshaws are crowding the streets. Belinda has cornered the market in lovely girls for her rickshaws, or so she claims. If you believe her, the rich and famous love "Glamour Girl Gigs" as she calls them…….."

"Anyway", concluded Mina, as Nina re-entered the room, that's for after tomorrow, tonight and tomorrow itself are for the lovely bride, and we must get you ready for your big day!"

Nina took hold of my left hand, waived her right index finger in front of my face and tutted jokingly as she pointed out the one short fingernail. For the next thirty minutes my two lovely tormentors busied themselves making all my nails even, and shaping them to look the very prettiest they could be, without the extensive length that I must necessary lose, so that they all matched once more.

If it is possible for someone to knock on a door shyly, a shy knock was heard on my door, and the perfectly lovely little redhead, Norna, entered at Nina's bidding.

"Isn't she looking lovely Norna?" Nina teased the schoolgirl, who, from the look on her face, was still infatuated with me.

"Katrina always looks lovely", Norna opined blushing deep pink at daring to use my name, her white skin making her go pinker by its contrast than would my own blushes.

I thanked Norna, and she blushed again.

"Our little Norna has got a ring your future husband-girl wants you to wear said Mina.

"You have got the ring, haven't you Norna?" she then enquired.

Young Norna blushed once more, as she nodded.

My nails were complete. Mina had continued to brush my hair as Nina worked on my nails.

"Now we have to shave you", said Nina matter-of-factly. "Between your legs" she said, in answer to my querulous look.

"Please may I ask why?" I sought.

"Jackie wants you to be a reverted-virgin for your wedding!" said Mina with a sexy and naughty smile on her face.

It was my turn to blush now. Of course I would agree to have me shaved between my legs if that was what Jackie wanted.

"If we shave you now, we can use ointment to ensure your skin will recover from any soreness by morning", Nina assured me thoughtfully.

Then Mina called out from the bathroom, where she was running the shower connected to the bath to ensure warm water, "We don't want the bride looking sore on her wedding night do we?!".

Nina took my hand and led me to the bathroom where I stripped naked and stood in the bath whilst Mina played the hair-wash shower between my legs to soften my pubic hair.

This done, I stepped out of the bath, was dabbed dry with a towel and my pubic hair covered with shaving foam, which in itself felt very hot. Nina then, meticulously carefully, used a safety razor to remove even the most infinitesimal vestige of hair from my lower lips, applying localised squirts of the self-heating shaving foam where she met with trouble or an awkward angle.

I was then bade to stand in the bath again, and take another gentle shower between the legs.

It felt wonderful. To be without my pubic hair for the first time in my adult life felt stupendously naughty and extremely sexy, and my clitoris twitched and my nectar began to ooze as I looked at myself in the steamed-up bathroom mirror.

"Better fit the ring now", ordered Mina, who had throughout assumed seniority in the proceedings.

I girly-giggle-smilingly held out my lovely left hand, palm down, as if to say, "now or sooner suits me!"

Mina laughed, as she arranged a towel on the middle side edge of my bed.

"Sit on the towel Katrina, and lift your legs as high as you can. Nina and I will hold your legs apart while Nina fits your ring", ordered Mina.

My complete mystification clearly showed on my features as if it were reluctance.

"Do as you are told Katrina, and do it now!" Mina ordered quietly but firmly and in a manner allowing of no dispute.

I had not meant to disobey, or even to appear to disobey. I wiggled my lovely body over to the bed and sat as ordered, before leaning back, as Nina and Mina took hold of my glorious legs and lifted them high and very wide apart to open the lips of my purse.

As I lay on my back, the delectable little Norna put a pillow under my head, and with a shaking palm, showed me a tiny gold ring, a centimetre or so wide, and with a less than half--centimetre hole in it, its outside surface circled centrally by tiny sharp looking diamonds.

"You know what to do, don't you Norna?" enquired Mina, as she and Nina took tighter grip on my superb legs, and drew them down and out a little more toward the horizontal.

What followed next combined incredibly arousing sexiness and sharp pain. I could only feel what was going on, but there is no more incredibly sensitive organ of a girl's body with which to feel, than her cunt.

It was as if my cunt had eyes. All and everything I felt, told me all and everything that was going on. I had sort of "touch sight" of all and everything.

I felt and therefore I "saw" Norna putting a prop of some sort between my outer love lips to hold them agape and then I moaned with pleasure, despite or because of the horrible humiliation, as Norna felt around near my clitoris with some kind of cold metal implement.

For such a shy girl, Norna proved very adept at getting what my "touch sight" clearly told me was a pair of pincers to grip firmly on the end of my clitoris.

"Stretch it then girl, for goodness sake" Nina ordered, and I gasped and then cried out with pain as Norna's brutally bruisingly bitingly tight pincers pulled out my poor clitoris.

"It hurts it hurts, oh god it hurts. Please stop oh please it hurts it hurts!!" I howled

Then as Norna held my clitoris stretched out with pincers held in her left hand, I felt her work something down those pincers and onto my clitoris.

"For goodness sake, Norna, Keep her clit stretched so the pins inside to ring don't scratch her" Mina reminded.

Norna pulled my clitoris out further, and I moaned with sexual pleasure now. I was very girl and my reactions were very girl, as I slowly rolled my head side to side, eyes closed in "no, no, no" of "yes, yes, yes" pleasure pain.

Norna had obviously slid what I now of course realised was the little gold ring, as far up my clitoris as she was able, with her second set of tweezers. And so she let go of my clit with both tweezers at once and despite the other girls still holding my legs, I leapt upright and hollered with pain, as the hitherto squeezed end of my clitoris that had been gripped by the tweezers, had blood and feeling flood back into it, and as my clitoris was gripped by the gold ring around it.

"Oh please it hurts me. Oh please take it off!" I begged as I became aware of just how very tight the ring around my clit was, and that four sharp little spikes at ninety degree intervals around the inside of the ring, had pierced me, so as to ensure the ring could never come off.

"Of course it hurts Katrina", Mina told me as if I should know. "It's an eternal-torment ring. Your future husband-girl is exercising her rights with you, that your body suffer the eternal torment of never again being able to enjoy sexual arousal without pain. It is to subdue you and make you tamer still. Such will be the pain from your clitoris getting engorged by arousal that, initially, it will douse your sexual fire instantly, so that, during sex, your thoughts are completely concentrated on satisfying your husband-girl. And yet, over further time, you will crave sexual release so very much. So pent up will be your desire over time that the constant ring-hurt will become your pleasure and you will be able to make love to your husband-girl whilst suffering the agony of the ring when your clitoris expands, for your own pleasure, and to the further enhancement of hers."

This was horrible. I, of course, knew that some husband-girls did not like their wives to enjoy sex. I had read the articles recommending sexual deprivation as a means of taming and controlling wife-girls. But I had dreamed of making love to Jackie and, if I am honest, even more so of her pleasuring me in passionate nightlong love sessions that my beautiful body existed solely for. This ring was horrible. I could hardly believe it of Jackie that she would want me ringed thus. But if this were indeed what Jackie wanted, I would wear her ring forever and never ever complain of its pain.

I loved Jackie. I longed to marry her. If Jackie, as my future husband-girl, wanted my clitoris to wear an eternal-torment ring, I was pleased to suffer it for my love: the love of my life, the girl I absolutely unquestioningly adored.

Now that the ring fitting was over, I moved to ease my position.

"And just where do you think you are going!?" Mina asked as if I should know the answer to her question.

"Norna has not finished with you yet. She has still to sew you."

"Sew?" I asked quietly, unsure I had heard what Mina had just said, and certainly not understanding.

"Yes Katrina, I said 'sew' " Mina repeated patiently.

"Please Mina, I only ask because I do not understand. Please tell me what is to be sewn" I begged the fear trembling in my voice.

"You are Katrina"

"Oh god please no! Please, please, please no!" I cried.

"No! No! No!!" I cried out again as I watched Norna threading a horrible sharp looking curved bodkin needle.

"Norna will give you a rubber strip to bite on whilst she sews you up" Mina said, by way of reminding the nervous Norna.

The gentle Norna, offered me the rubber strip and I took it between my lovely teeth as tears of dreadful fear trickled down my face onto the bed.

My legs were gripped more tightly once more, and Norna began her awful and dreadful task, just as I began my awful and dreadful screams, the proffered and accepted gag having fallen from my sweet mouth.

My agony was total. I screeched and screamed and fought to get my legs together to escape the searing pain as Norna slowly pushed the needle through my girl-lips, drawing through after it the tough thin nylon fishing-line-like-thread with which I was having my cunt sewn totally closed forever.

Norna worked down from the top of my outer purse lips nearest my clitoris, and sewed me closed with X shaped cross-stitches neatly at half-millimetre intervals as I cried out with the pain that was as physical as it was psychological and as psychological as it was physical.

"You will still be able to urinate and menstruate, though both will be a little messy henceforth", Mina told me, as I still jerked and moaned with distress every time Norna's steel bodkin was pushed through my tender sex-lips.

"As no penis will ever enter your love box again, there is no need of leaving a small hole, as is done with female circumcision. Since this is to be a girl-girl wedding, you can be returned to new-virginity by total infibulation", Mina announced, as if I should welcome my cunt being sewn up.

"Just think what pleasure you will give your husband-girl on your wedding night when she discovers that you are a new-virgin!" Nina joined in. "She may still choose to deflower you with the cutting or ripping of your stitches".

"Now you are to marry, your husband-girl appears to have decided that sexual pleasure must be denied you. Therefore, unless she decides you be deflowered, you must think only of your husband-girl's sexual pleasure forever from now onwards. Never again will anybody, yourself not least, be able to touch inside your cunt. Your key pleasure organs are locked away for-ever-and-a-day now", Nina continued. "Once married, if you allow yourself to be unstitched, your husband-girl is entitled to have you beheaded", she concluded.

The agony of my being sewn-up ceased with Norna having thoroughly knotted the lose ends of her work, and skilfully hidden the knot inside me, by pushing it behind the bottommost cross-stitch.

For a short while as they let me sit up, I sobbed like a baby.

Mina and Nina then helped me stand. The stitches seemed terribly tight. Mina congratulated Norna on her workgirlship saying how wonderfully neatly she had sewn me closed.

At Mina's bidding, I walked over to the full-length mirror in the door of my wardrobe and there, for the first time, I saw my cunt, my poor cunt, so naked without its hair, so virginal-looking without its down, so beautiful with its neat tight stitches criss-crossing the gap between its divine lips, lips now sewn forever tight-shut.

I raised a pretty hand to my mouth as I stared and stared at my infibulated cunt. I could not believe what had been done to me: I could just not believe what had been done to me. I put my lovely fist to my mouth to stifle a cry of despair, and the tears rolled down my lovely soft face as I stared and stared at those wonderfully neat and oh so dreadfully awful stitches.

It could be that I was to remain sewn closed forever more. If so, never again would I be able to experience the internal pleasures of my most girl part, my love box: my gentle sweet and sweetly gentle cunt.

"Dry your tears, Katrina. Every bride has last minute doubts on the eve of her wedding. You'll get used to the clit ring, and the stitches will become as if they had always been there. Your pubic hair will grow again as long as your husband-girl does not forbid you it of course.

Nina brought drops for my eyes so that they would not be bloodshot on my wedding day, and ointment was put on my sore sewn love-lips. But I continued to stare and stare at my sewn-up girlhood between my slightly parted legs. And, as I thought of the sacrifice I was making for Jackie, the girl I loved and who I so looked forward to being my husband-girl, my girlness caused me to nectar and the new innocence of my totally nude shaven and totally infibulated cunt caused me to feel heavenly girl-arousal, and I gasped and sighed with joy that despite being sewn up, my cunt was still girl and could still feel heavenly pleasure. And my nectar ran inside me and I sighed at my girlness and then I cried out with terrible pain as my clitoris had joined in my arousal and the ring I now wore around it, bit hard into it, as my clit tried to swell and extend. And I clutched my belly with the pain this gave me, and my sexual fire instantly flickered and died. And yet I loved this killing of my fire. And my desire and my fire flickered momentarily, and then flared and flamed anew. And this time the perfect agony from my pained clitoris aroused me beyond endurance, and I was once again sexy Katrina as I had a series of tiny orgasms, staring and staring at the horrible beauty of my sewn-up cunt lips.

……………….

Using the bathroom in my infibulated state proved most unpleasant. It was very messy as my golden shower sought its way between my cruel tight stitches, and I passed a little blood, as my skin had not as yet healed from my being sewn closed.

I bathed myself on the bidet and applied more ointment to my very sore girl-lips.

The day I had lately longed for had now dawned. This was the day of my wedding: my wedding day. Somewhere in Jackie's dacha, Jackie too would be preparing for the wedding.

I should have felt wonderful and excited. This was the day of a girl's dreams: certainly it should have been the day of my dreams. But as yet I still felt the pain of my eternal-torment ring and my stitches, and my ardour was duly truly dampened.

It was not yet dawn on my wedding day. I was in the bathroom having my legs smoothed with hair removal cream, following a careful close shaving. For the next two hours I would be beautified. I was perfect raw material and my attendants, Mina, Nina, and Norna now being joined by Mi Li, only needed to work on the components of my very beautiful whole.

My hair was to be raised in a bun atop my head to crown me with all its glory once more. I showered and then put on a towelling dressing gown, so that I could kneel with my head over the kidney shaped bath in the corner of the en-suite facilities, and put my head over the bath and hang my hair into the bath to be thoroughly shampooed and conditioned.

The excess wet was dried, and I was combed and brushed till it began to pull on my scalp unpleasantly: such is the price of beauty.

Mi Li tended to my eyebrows, not finding anything stray to pluck, and chose a deep rose red for my lipstick, to go with the rest of my makeup, which would emphasise my high cheekbones and the mystery in my dark-brown eyes.

As Mi Li painted my lips, she had me perform lewd gestures with my mouth so as to ensure perfect coverage and to emphasise the very kissable thickness of the top and bottom middles of my sensuous lips.

She then made a move I had not expected. Baring my right breast, she held its soft firmness in her left hand whilst, with tongue in corner of her mouth, to aid care and concentration, she began to, and then completed, the painting of my right nipple with the lipstick. Then, as if this were done everyday, she took my left breast and painted its nipple deep rose red to match my lips also.

I blushed as I looked at the result in my mirror. It was very exotic and extremely erotic, and my blush was from my arousal as the old Katrina arrived on the scene and I began to take pleasure in my day, and in my body, and in my bountiful curvature: the curvature of woman, the curvature of an all-girl girl.

Time was flying. Time was moving on. Time was that I must now be moved downstairs to dress me for the ceremony. It was the right of a husband-girl-to-be to choose how her bride should dress, and I felt butterflies in my tummy at the thought of how Jackie would want me to look lovely on my wedding day. What would she have chosen for me to wear?

Mi Li went ahead to check the coast was clear and we would not risk the bad luck always said to result from the groom seeing her bride before they would meet in front of the judge at the wedding hour itself.

Mina and Nina went off to change for their part in the ceremony that was getting ever closer.

They reappeared in lovely striped suits with white blouses. Charcoal grey matching jacket and mini-skirt, charcoal grey with thin lighter stripes that is, black stockings and four-inch heeled stilettos. And they brought with them matching clothing for Mi Li, who was to walk me up the isle.

I was so excited to have my wedding clothing revealed to me.

Whilst Mi Li took her turn to go and change, and to check that Norna was ready for her role as best girl, Mina took over and started with my g-string. I sighed a little as I realised that my dream of marrying in pink was not to be reality. My g-string was white. My g-string was white because, from the infibulation of my cunt, I was become a "new virgin" and was therefore to wed in pure white.

Indeed my appearing wearing pure white beside my husband-girl at the wedding, would be a thrill for my husband-girl, as my completely white raiment would tell her for the first time that I had obeyed her in submitted myself to the needle to be sewn-up in her honour.

My g-string was pure white and so too were my suspenders. My lovely hips were decorated with pretty, near translucent, lace panelled, rose patterned, white suspenders, to match with my completely opaque, shaven sex secreting g-string.

The wonderful white stockings that were next rolled up my gorgeous long strong legs echoed the white rose pattern in the panels of my suspenders. I was allowed to do nothing of my dressing. This was my special day. I was to be waited upon literally hand and foot, and so it was Nina who stretched my individual suspenders to hold up my shear white rose patterned stockings, perhaps wondering if those stockings could possible flatter legs that were of themselves so superbly shapely.

My rose decorated lace red birthday garter would eye-compellingly decorate my orgasmically gorgeous left thigh.

Now for my shoes…….

I had not known that I was to wear feet-balls. But there they were waiting to have my feet strapped to them. There they were, two golden coloured steel outer and lead inner-cored balls, of some eight-inches diameter, with a one-inch gold coloured steel chain linking them.

I was made to sit, and had my feet strapped into the white leather open-toed "sandals" that were irremovably fixed to be integral with the outer curved surface of the balls, that thus effectively formed the sandals' soles. As I was strapped in the sandals, so my feet, the soles of my feet, took on the curvature of the balls.

I had seen girls standing in these in "Pink Bride" magazine. Why is it that whatever girls are seen doing in any magazine or advertisement, they are always shown with a happy smile as if they have just attained the perfection you will have to continue to seek forever, unless you do what they are shown doing?

I knew from those pictures the way I would have to stand in these feet-ball-shoes, because of the "heel" wedge at their rear. And both Mina and Nina took one each of my lovely long-fingered hands, and helped me stand up. And as I stood up, my feet-balls rolled to settle on the wedge "heels" at their bottom rears. And as they so settled, so was I lifted on long lithe lovely lissom leggy legged tiptoe in the pain of standing, as the balls forced me to do, on my bent-over big toes, for my bent-over big toes were all that stopped the balls rolling forward and toppling me onto my gorgeous face on the ground.

I winced with the pain as Nina checked my suspenders whilst Mina went to find something else: a gag. I was to wear an O-gag. I was to wear a gag at my wedding.

In the world I now inhabited as a tamed girl, I should have felt no surprise that it would be expected I be married wearing a gag. But as Mina put the gag over my face and I felt the cold of the gold-coloured steel ring touching my pretty lips, I turned in surprise.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can Katrina", Mina instructed.

"Please may I ask how I am to give my oaths at the wedding wearing a gag?" I enquired with polite curiosity.

"You are only the girl-bride. Your oaths can be spoken on your behalf, just as the husband-girl can choose to have someone else speak for her as well. It is of no account whether you give your oaths yourself or not. They are equally binding in law if someone else makes them for you. Even if you disagree with them, you have no right to change them" Mina reminded me. "Anyway silly girl, you are not going to say 'no' at you wedding are you?"

I smiled as I answered my "no". Of course I would never ever say no to marrying Jackie.

I obediently opened my mouth, and Mina worked the O-gag over my teeth. A big circle O, the O-gag had a groove around it and curved to fit inside my mouth, so it could fit over my teeth like a gum-shield.

As Mina tied the white ribbons from my O-gag at the back of my head, my mouth was held permanently agape in a sexually inviting "O", with my perfect pink tongue flickering visibly around inside my wide-open mouth enticingly. My mouth was held open as beautifully "O for orgasm" invitingly, as the mouth of a blow-up sex-doll is agape obscenely.

Nina now brought my final garment. It comprised a crown. A complete circle of gold, real gold, that was to go around the bun that my hair had been drawn up into on top of my head. And from this crown there tumbled down a freefall abundance of heavenly glorious white lace. It cascaded down in multi-pleats of rose patterned white that formed not only a veil but went far beyond to cover to my stocking tops as if my veil were also my wedding dress.

And so this astoundingly virginally-sexy hiding everything and revealing everything torrent of beautiful lace, should cascade in its multi-pleats down to my stocking tops as if it were also my wedding dress, because it was both my veil and my wedding dress.

I was late for my wedding. I was keeping my future husband-girl waiting. It was my last right as an unwed girl to be late for my wedding.

Mi Li returned. She was dressed in the same grey skirt and jacket scheme as Mina and Nina. The hint of masculinity in the dress of these very pretty girls, would purposely contrast with the helplessly feminine, revealing and hiding, new-virgin white of the bride.

Mina ordered me not to shed a tear for fear I would harm my make-up, as she positioned a mirror so that I could see myself in my full wedding outfit. And Mi Li took photographs of a wedding dress and beautiful bride that would undoubtedly adorn the pages of "Pink Bride" and "SapphFire" magazines within the next few weeks.

This was it. This was it now. My time had come. My dream was coming true. My dream had come true. My love awaited me just across the corridor. My love. The love of my life. My Jackie. My Jackie awaited me just across the corridor. I was going to be married. I was going to marry the love of my life. I was going to marry my Jackie and be hers forever, and for ever and a day.

I began my slow slink in my feet-ball shoes, so heavy and so tightly and so shortly hobbled by the one-inch linking chain. It would take me an eon of imprisoned ball shackled big toe weight bearing sexy shuffle-walking to get to my husband-girl-to-be, but infinity would be as a split-second such was my willingness to take the pain of every step to get to be beside my love.

Mi Li went ahead of me, and I could hear talking in Jackie's lounge, where I was heading, as I rotated my sexy bottom, bare beneath the cascading lace of my wedding veil dress, advancing my heavy balled-and-chained feet slowly, advancing a slave to love toward my wonderful wedding.

As I at long last shuffled myself into Jackie's lounge, Mi Li offered me her arm, and smiled at me, as she stepped slowly beside me as I strong-leggilly, long-leggilly, steeple-leggilly, bottom hemisphere undulatingly, super-femininely wiggle-walked my divine body toward the judge, Belinda, Norna, Mina, Nina, and above all my beloved adorable Jackie waiting for me, waiting for the stupendously sexy and beautiful girl-bride slave girl, the winsome willing tame slave of deep love: me.

All were facing the front. Etiquette required that the groom-girl not turn and must wait to see her bride when her bride had made it to her side. But the judge, a wonderfully tall slim graceful negress, with the divine smile of warmth and welcome that I needed to comfort my nerves, the nerves of a bride about to marry, looked at me and made it known by her eyes that I looked perfectly gorgeous and gorgeously perfect.

She pressed a button, and the tune I only knew as, "here comes the bride", began to play on speakers secreted in the walls. This was heaven. This was my heaven. I had entered heaven. I was standing beside my Jackie and she was smiling at my incredible beauty and looking at my long legs, and admiring my perfect pert breasts with their nipples painted the red of my O-gaped O-ring gagged mouth, and my dark brown eyes aglow with my girlness, and my oh so smackable nude round rump rear, and my white g-string telling her that I had had my purse-lips sewn tight closed forever for her, if she desired I remain infibulated.

And the wedding began. And Norna confirmed that she would speak for the bride: for me. And I was asked: "Does the bride take the groom-girl, to have and to hold from this day forth, forever to honour and obey, to the forsake of all others keeping only unto her, till death doth them part?"

And Norna answered for me, "She does" and I smiled at the lovely little virgin schoolgirl who had made my vow for me so adorably.

And the judge now turned to Jackie and asked: "Does the groom-girl take the bride to have and to hold from this day forth forever?"

And I looked in Jackie's eyes as Jackie, my love, the love of my life, the girl I adored, answered: "She does"

And the judge smiled at me and announced in her lovely clear contralto voice: "With the fitting of the ring on the bride's wedding finger, and the sealing kiss of the husband-girl's lips, on the bride-girl's wedding-ringed finger adorned by the wedding ring, you become in the eyes of the law of this land, and before for all the world of love, husband-girl and wife".

And I could hardly help tears starting in my eyes as Norna passed Jackie the ring, the gold band that was to go on my wedding finger: the gold ring that was to go on my wedding finger gently slid above my second knuckle by Jackie, the girl to whom my love was totally and irrecoverably irrevocably enslaved………

…….But oh god no what was this!!? Jackie was giving it to Belinda, she was giving the wedding ring to Belinda and Belinda, the cool cold cruel green-eyed wonderfully beautiful blonde, was reaching for my left hand and sliding that ring on my lovely slim naturally bendy-back ring-finger, even as I shook my head in total disbelief and horror, trying through my O-gag to call out NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! The groom-girl would only have to kiss the ring on my hand, and I would be married. Belinda would only have to kiss the ring on my hand, and I would be married. Belinda would only have to kiss the ring on my hand, and WE would be married. And Belinda held my hand helplessly tightly in her own frigid fingers, and bent her head to place her ice-cold unfeeling cruel lips on the ring on my finger. And Belinda bent and kissed the ring on my finger, and we were married. Belinda and I were married. Belinda and I were girl and girl. Belinda and I were girl and wife. I was become forever Belinda's wife………….