Submitting To Wedlock

Submitting to Wedlock

By Voyeur

14 Feb 2021- A Valentine Day’s Tale?

“The two of you will marry each other, and take my name” our Mistress commanded.

To say we were dumbfounded by this was an understatement. Though Mistress had been distracted, dissatisfied and remote recently, this edict had come out of the blue. We both looked up, kneeling naked, chastity-locked and collared, worshipping Her feet as she lounged upon a white divan.

“ummm… Mistress, what do you mean?” asked Bitch, breaking protocol.

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

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

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

“I don’t want to leave you Mistress! Or be married to a man!” exclaimed the lesbian Bitch.

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

“Yes Mistress” she murmured looking down, obedience returning. I understood how impossible it felt to gainsay Her.

The enormity of months, years without our beautiful, demanding, dominating Mistress loomed before me and I trembled in fear and sadness at the thought. It was an impossible thought- She meant everything to us- She was the centre of our lives, our love, our obsession, the blinding star whose presence we orbited. I couldn’t imagine getting through my day with a Mistress-sized gap in the centre of my universe.

To be apart from Her for so long was unthinkable. A tear of utter loss trickled from my eye.

She wiped it away with her thumb, then automatically put her hand to my mouth so I could lick the moisture from Her skin. I swallowed the salty offering just as automatically.

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

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

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

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

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

Guiltily I stopped massaging Her calves having relished the feel of Her smooth, warm skin in my hands, ever hoping I could provoke a sigh of satisfaction or pleasure from Her.

“What rules and strictures did you have in mind for us Mistress?” I asked, wondering how a heterosexual man and lesbian woman who knew each other only through our joint submission to our bisexual Mistress could live together in holy matrimony.

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

“Yes Mistress” we chorused. While we didn’t live with Mistress, we both came to Her home daily, stripping off our clothes, dignity and outside identities, donning our collars and chastity devices, then crawling before Her and becoming Her Panty Boy and Bitch, Her submissive masochistic slaves. We had never met or spoken outside this place, but we had shared such intense moments of pain, joy, humiliation, pleasure, shame and orgasm together that we were closer carnally and in BDSM than any other person on the planet save our Mistress. It had amused Mistress for me to take Bitch’s traditional virginity- the first male cock to slide into her reluctant lesbian pussy. Then Bitch had taken my squealing anal virginity with a strap-on whilst Mistress laughed and stroked Herself. I learned how to excel at cunnilingus cheek-to-cheek with Bitch, each of us graded and assessed by Mistress’s judging cane. I rarely won due to the impossible presence of scratchy stubble (no matter how recently and well I shaved) and Bitch’s home team advantage. Other competitions followed- who could deep throat a dildo for longer? (My wider throat gave me the advantage- when I usually won then Mistress would assign extra practice to Bitch on my cock- whilst forbidding me to cum) Who could take more strokes of the whip or the cane? Who could edge for longer without coming, eyes locked onto each other as Mistress circled us, whispering and touching us as She pleased? I knew the smell of Bitch’s orgasm, the taste of her ass, the way her breathing changed when she climaxed, but I didn’t know anything as simple as her job, her hobbies, her favourite colour.

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

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

“Now as for your Panty Boy- I want you to work on some of your hang-ups- you have such traditional ideas about masculinity that you need to let go of before you come back to me. Taking away your cock is just one element- Bitch will also fuck your ass with a strap-on, however she wants at least 3 times a week with the goal of teaching you how to be milked. You will be literally bitch-fucked!” - She laughed at Her clever double meaning and continued “Then any drop of spunk which escapes your cock is to be recycled back into your mouth and swallowed. Without exception! Naturally you will continue to wear women’s panties instead of men’s underwear and Bitch will purchase and select which feminine apparel you wear each day.”

I gulped and She saw the apprehension in my eyes

“I know you Panty Boy- you will grow to love being regularly sodomised- without your cock to play with you will grow to yearn for that forbidden satisfaction of your ass being filled up and the elusive pleasure of a trickle of warm cum seeping through your caged cock. I’m sure Pavlovian conditioning will set in as you begin to associate that brief pleasure with the taste of your own sperm moments later. Perhaps you will experiment with your diet and pineapples to change the taste.”

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

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

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

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

“...Yes... Mistress” responded Bitch, blanching at the thought of sucking all those disgusting dicks.

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

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

“Yes Mistress” vowed Bitch

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

“Yes Mistress” I promised

“Then you may kiss the bride!” She said, holding up an 18 inch flexible double-headed dildo between our two lips. Hesitatingly we accepted our end into our mouth and then Mistress made clear Her intentions by pushing our heads towards each other. The dildo nudged deeper into my mouth, till it hit my throat, still a foot away from Bitch. We looked at each other and steeled our resolve. We plunged at each other, forcing the plastic double dong down our gagging throats. Now we were 4 inches apart, close enough to see the tears starting to stream from the others eyes, our neck tendons popping. I gasped for air that would not come, feeling a torpedo ramming it’s way down my throat. There was pain but the determination to please our Mistress was undimmed in our eyes and we closed that impossible distance inch by violently gagging inch. Jointly skewered on that long plastic shaft our lips finally touched and we tilted heads to accommodate noses. Her tongue somehow flicked out under the shaft and I reciprocated, duelling each other while being flattened by the plastic beam that strained our jaws. It was a strange sensation- intimate and tingly where our tongues touched, whilst overwhelmed by the suffocating, invasive presence of a dominating third party.

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

“Yug Migreth” we managed, before lack of air forced us apart to draw gasping breaths.

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

“Yes Mistress” we repeated.

“Any more questions slaves?”. The future yawned before us- daunting and different- not one we could have even imagined 15 minutes ago, but as sure and certain as death and taxes now. Our lives, sex and submission would change utterly, but Mistress was right- it still appealed to some dark, broken part of each of us. One overlooked thought did niggle me.

“Errr.. just one question Mistress” I ventured.

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

FINIS

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