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Chapter 9: The Way It Should Have Been

Her cock brushed against my cheek as I dove into her, licking and kissing between her legs. The strap-on harness was split open at the bottom and she wore no panties. A thick black extension of the dildo went inside of her and it was already slicked with her juices. I worked around it, knowing that it meant she would be able to feel and enjoy herself as she fucked me with it.

The idea would have made me hard if I wasn't already furiously erect in my panties. A week of constant tease and denial resulted in me in getting hard at the drop of a hat, and dressing up in such beautiful, delicate lingerie only made the problem worse. I felt like I was going to burst at the gentlest touch.

But nothing about her cock said gentle.

"Fuck, you're good with your mouth," she moaned above me, her fingers curled into my hair and pulling me to her. "I like a girl who's good with her mouth. My sissy bride."

I shivered. Her bride.

"This is what our wedding night should have been, yes?" she asked, wrenching my head backwards so I could look her in the eye.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, letting her enjoy the view.

I spread my legs so the shadow of my cock was visible beneath the gauzy layers of my nightie. I watched her eyes rove over me and felt a delicious thrill. She bit her lip and I knew she wanted me — wanted to fuck me, use me, rail me. The way a husband wanted to be with his wife.

The way I wanted her to be with me.

"You look so pretty in your wedding lingerie," she continued, pushing me back between her legs. "So innocent. Virginal. Are you ready for me to take your sissy virginity tonight?"

I nodded, then sucked at her clit. She let out a long exhalation of pleasure.

"I've been dreaming about this ever since I met you. Getting you in something slutty and darling like that. A special outfit for my special girl. I always wanted to be the one in charge, doing the fucking. And you make such a perfect bride. Look at you shaking with excitement!"

I couldn't tell if it was nerves or anticipation. My stomach was in knots, my limbs feeling loose. My cock was almost painfully hard, its tip brushing against the silk nightie as I slipped a finger into Mistress, next to the thick black phallus already inside her.

"Are you ready to be my wife?"

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, my words muffled.

"Ask me nicely. Sweetly, like a darling bride, excited to be deflowered by her big, strong Mistress. Be my pretty girl. Show me how thankful you are that I'm going to fuck you.”

"Please, Mistress," I begged, sitting backwards on my stilettos and looking up at her with wide eyes. "Fuck me, please. Take me — make me into your bride!"

"Oh, I'm going to, sweet thing."

"Mistress, may I cum tonight?"

"That's up to you, darling."

"What do I have to do?"

She grinned; a huge, wicked smile that made her teeth look like fangs. It was unlike anything I had seen from her before. My stomach clenched as I looked at it. Something had changed with her. She was someone new, now — the same Katrina, but with an edge I had only ever seen hints of.

Or maybe this was who she always was.

"I want you to cum like the pretty sissy bride you are. Cum without touching your cock. Cum from me fucking you."

It was a shock to hear it, even though I knew it was coming. It excited me even as it filled me with terror. This was something new, a transition to a new phase of our relationship that we had stumbled into without even trying. There was nothing I could do now to stop it — even if I had wanted to.

"I need you to touch my cock," I murmured, knowing it was useless but needing to hear her say it.

"No, darling. My pussy is for my husband. And you? You're my sissy wife."

It was like being struck by lightning. The truth of it, laid out bare between us. Katrina was my Mistress now, I her sissy. I was hers, on my knees, begging her to fuck me, to make me cum from her cock. The days when she would ride me were gone. My cock was nothing but a toy, a tool to tease and torment me with. When it came time to be together, she would be the one in charge.

"I want to be inside of you," I said in one final protest, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Why would you want to, darling?" she asked, taking my chin in her hand. "Tonight is about who we are now. And about your virginity. And about my power."

The words hung in the air between us. One of us revealing their truth, the other slowly coming to understand it.

"I want to be inside of you so badly."

"I'll be doing the fucking from now on. You better get used to having me inside of you, sissy girl, because it's the only way you'll cum again."

And that was it. One last shiver down my back, and I released my objections, my anxieties and worries. I became her bride, aroused and desperate to consummate my marriage. I'd do anything for my Mistress. I wanted her to play with me, torture me, make me her sissy girl.

"Oh, fuck, Mistress," I moaned, feeling relief and excitement wash over my body. "Yes, yes, please, yes! I want your cock so bad. Fuck me, please!"

"Tell me what you are."

"Your virgin bride, Mistress," I moaned, kissing her thigh and looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. "Your toy and plaything and lover."

"Say it," she commanded.

"Your sissy bride," I breathed, and I watched the words intoxicate both of us.

"Get on the bed and let me give you what you need."