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Chapter 10: Her Sissy Wife

She broke the kiss and turned me roughly around, pushing between my shoulder blades. I toppled forwards, keeping my legs straight, letting my babydoll pull up over my rear and back to reveal the backless panties I wore. I heard her suck in air and knew she was excited to see them.

"My, my, what do we have here?" she growled, running her nails over my cheeks. "Ouvert panties?"

"I thought you'd like them," I giggled.

"Not as innocent of a bride as I thought," she said, smacking my rear playfully. "You wanted this all along, didn't you?"

There was pressure at my rear between my cheeks. I gasped as she pushed slightly forwards, the thick black tip spreading me gently, barely open. Just that was enough to make my stomach curl up on itself and my legs feel soft and weak. I trembled in my heels, hands on the bed, head between my elbows.

"Darling — do you want this?" she asked, and I heard the real concern in her voice.

I turned to her slowly, pivoting carefully in my heels. Her face was a mask of concern and arousal wrestling with each other. She wanted this so badly — but not if I didn't. I kissed her, resting my hands on her shoulders. I leaned into her, trying to pour all my feelings of need and vulnerability and arousal into her, to communicate with just my body what this meant to me and how badly I wanted it.

"Yes," I breathed as I broke the kiss. "I never would have asked for it, but I want it. I need it, Katrina. I need you like this and me like this."

"You even want this?" she asked, prodding my hip with the strap-on.

"Especially that," I said before kissing her again. "Fuck me, Katrina. Make me your wife. You were right — this is the way it was supposed to me."

Her face transformed as I spoke until Katrina was gone, replaced with the hard, sensual angles of my Mistress.

"Then bend over that bed so I can fuck you like the sissy you are."

I grinned and complied, popping my rear in the air for her. She pushed the nightie roughly out of the way and resumed her position, her cock pushing at me, ready to split me open and make me hers.

To make me into her blushing sissy bride.

"You're so big," I moaned, leaning gently backwards. "I need your big, hard cock, Mistress."

"Take it all, sissy," she said as she pushed forwards, spreading me open in one smooth, fluid thrust.

There was pain, but it disappeared into the wave of pleasure that crashed over me. She stretched me open, hands on my hips to give herself the grip she needed. Her cock filled me completely, bumping against my most sensitive places and making my pantied shaft twitch and buck. I cried out in pure pleasure as she took me the way I never knew I wanted.

"Oh, you're so tight," she purred. "Do you like my big cock inside of you?"

"Yes!" I cried out, my voice breathy and desperate. "Oh, fuck, Mistress, yes! It's exactly what I needed!"

"Fuck yes it is," she said, her voice soft and thick. "Good sissies like you need big cocks like mine."

"Fuck me with it," I begged. "Please, fuck me, Mistress. Make me into your sissy slut."

"Do you want to spray your sissy cream?"

"Only if it's from your cock, Mistress. Fuck me until I cum. Fuck me like your bride!"

"I love you virgins," she said as she pulled backwards. "So horny. So desperate."

"Fill me with your cock and make me fucking cum! " I screamed as she thrust into me, filling me with her thickness. "Oh fuck! Yes, yes!"

She picked up a slow but steady rhythm, her hips hitting my rear and making my cock wobble in the air. It felt ignored, and knowing that no one would touch it — not even me — made me feel somehow even more vulnerable and feminine. I was going to cum from being fucked, just like a virgin bride. The way a sissy bride cums.

The only way a sissy bride cums.

"You feel so fucking good," Mistress groaned behind me. "This strap-on is incredible."

"So do you!" I squealed, wiggling my hips and feeling her cock gently bend within me. "It is! I love your cock inside of me."

"I love fucking a pretty sissy like you. Taking your sissy virginity. Fucking your sissy ass."

"It's yours! Fuck me and take me and make me cum. Fuck, I want you to cum, Mistress."

"I'm going to," she said, and her voice was choked.

Her fingers dug into the naked skin of my hips and thighs as she slammed herself forwards, back arching in pleasure. She cried out, eyes screwed shut as she came.

"Yes, Mistress," I cooed. "Cum from fucking your sissy. Cum from fucking my ass."

"Oh — fuck —" she managed, wobbling in her heels. "Fuck!"

"You feel so, so good," I encouraged.

This is about her for now.

"Your big cock is so good in my pretty sissy ass. My virgin bride ass," I continued.

Every one of my words seemed to draw another wave of pleasure from her, until finally, her body relaxed and she draped herself across my back. She was breathing hard, and I could feel her heart pounding. I reached back and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Slowly, she came down, her breathing slowing. She withdrew from me, leaving behind a void of pleasure where she belonged.

"How was that, Mistress?" I smiled up at her, trying not to let my disappointment show.

She came. And that's what's important. I'm just here to make that happen.

"Incredible," she panted. "But that was only the first part."

I raised my eyebrows, suddenly hopeful. My cock twitched, poking at the nightie.

"Now it's time for you to cum, sissy," she grinned. "The way you're supposed to."

Then she caught herself, as if she had just remembered something. As she turned me around and helped me lay on the bed on my back, she smiled.

"The only way you ever will again."

My cock bounced in the air as Mistress fucked me. My panties still covered most of it, the open back allowing her free access to me. I could see her eyes on my shaft, watching how she could make it twitch with a subtle shift in her movements.

"That's so fucking hot," she moaned, hands gripping my legs.

I had draped my feet over her shoulders, my ankles locked together behind her back. My stockings brushed against her neck, my garter straps loose in front of my thighs and tight behind them. The nightie was splayed around me, a splash of sheer silk. I had never felt more exposed or vulnerable in my life.

"You feel so, so good," I moaned softly, biting my lip as I looked at her.

Mistress' gaze flicked back towards mine. Her mouth was half-open, bright red lips parted into a beautiful O. I still wanted to put my cock in there, to have her suck it until I came all over her gorgeous face. But I knew I never would now — that her mouth would only be used to tease me, and that the only way I would cum was from her cock.

"Make me cum, Mistress, please," I begged. "I'm so close!"

"You — don't — get — to —" she grunted between deep, hard strokes that sent stomach-twisting pleasure up through my legs and arms. "I'm cumming first, sissy."

"Oh, fuck, yes, cum for me, Mistress!" I squealed.

My cock slapped against my belly as she heaved her cock into me, the black tip crashing against my prostate and forcing a cry of pleasure from me. I was her sissy bride now, in my place on my back with her cock in my ass. It was what I wanted — what I needed. I had given myself up to her completely, and now she used me the way she wanted.

The way I wanted to be used. Ravished and railed and ruined. Her toy. A pretty thing to look at and play with before she bent me over and took me exactly how she wanted.

"Your cock is so big, it feels so, so good," I moaned. "I want you to cum in my ass, Mistress. Cum from fucking me, please!"

"I'm going to, sissy!" she roared. "Your virginity is mine!"

"Oh fuck, yes," I breathed, laying my head back on the bed and letting her have her way with me.

The denial and arousal of the last week had brought me to the cliff's edge, and now her cock was pushing me over. I was straining against my own orgasm again, waiting for her to tell me when I could cum. All it would take is one word, a single instruction and I could finally cum and consummate our marriage the way we should have — me as her bride, her as my Mistress.

She bent down and kissed me, her fingers wrapping around my garter belt and using it as leverage. Her tongue was thick and aggressive, pushing its way into my mouth and wrapping around mine. The change in angle made me groan, her cock curving inside of me and stretching me open. I needed to cum so badly I thought I was going to burst.

"Mistress," I begged as she broke the kiss, resting her forehead against mine and staring into my eyes while she fucked me. "Mistress, please, I need to cum. I'm so close. I'm so close."

"Cum, baby," she moaned. "Cum from my cock."

And I did.

The orgasm ripped through me, my muscles clenching and loosening around her shaft as her cock pumped huge jets of cum out of me, spraying my belly and chest and splashing against her corset in huge, sticky streaks. All the frustration and arousal spurted from me in a cascading wave of pleasure and relief.

"Mistress, Mistress!" I screamed as I came, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into an embrace, even as her cock continued pumping into my ass. "Fuck, Katrina, yes!"

She was screaming too, our voices overlapping. Her thrusts were fast and deep now, her hips twisting and rocking forwards and back to grind out another orgasm. Every movement forced more cum out of my cock, some of it jetting up to my chin. My skin was on fire, every movement full of electric pleasure out to the tips of my fingers. My jaw was clenched, my back arched, my Mistress cumming from fucking me just as I came from being fucked.

It was like no orgasm I'd ever had. Whether it was her cock or the lingerie or the knowledge that this is my future or some combination of it all — my body was alive with pleasure. It filled me, proved that this is the way I should fuck, this is the way I should be: my wife's perfect sissy bride.

Slowly, my orgasm began to fade, pleasure lessening like someone was turning down the volume. Then Mistress twitched and moaned, her cock digging into me again and I spurted again, sparks going off behind my eyes and my legs tingling. I squealed and gasped, and she answered with a giggle.

"That was incredible," she sighed as she pulled herself from me. "You are incredible, darling."

I was shaking, my lingerie soaked in my cum. I curled up next to her, cock still hard and drooling my sissy cream onto the inky black of her corset. I pulled one leg up, draping it over her thighs. It felt like a deeply feminine position, my knee bumping against her cock, cuddling up to my Mistress to thank her for the earth-shattering orgasm she had given me.

I kissed her cheek softly. She tasted like sweat.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered. "I — This is what I want for us."

"Good," she answered, turning just her head to kiss me. "Because this our future now. Mistress and sissy."

I grinned at her, my heart leaping. "Forever."

She broke the kiss and turned me roughly around, pushing between my shoulder blades. I toppled forwards, keeping my legs straight, letting my babydoll pull up over my rear and back to reveal the backless panties I wore. I heard her suck in air and knew she was excited to see them.

"My, my, what do we have here?" she growled, running her nails over my cheeks. "Ouvert panties?"

"I thought you'd like them," I giggled.

"Not as innocent of a bride as I thought," she said, smacking my rear playfully. "You wanted this all along, didn't you?"

There was pressure at my rear between my cheeks. I gasped as she pushed slightly forwards, the thick black tip spreading me gently, barely open. Just that was enough to make my stomach curl up on itself and my legs feel soft and weak. I trembled in my heels, hands on the bed, head between my elbows.

"Darling — do you want this?" she asked, and I heard the real concern in her voice.

I turned to her slowly, pivoting carefully in my heels. Her face was a mask of concern and arousal wrestling with each other. She wanted this so badly — but not if I didn't. I kissed her, resting my hands on her shoulders. I leaned into her, trying to pour all my feelings of need and vulnerability and arousal into her, to communicate with just my body what this meant to me and how badly I wanted it.

"Yes," I breathed as I broke the kiss. "I never would have asked for it, but I want it. I need it, Katrina. I need you like this and me like this."

"You even want this?" she asked, prodding my hip with the strap-on.

"Especially that," I said before kissing her again. "Fuck me, Katrina. Make me your wife. You were right — this is the way it was supposed to me."

Her face transformed as I spoke until Katrina was gone, replaced with the hard, sensual angles of my Mistress.

"Then bend over that bed so I can fuck you like the sissy you are."

I grinned and complied, popping my rear in the air for her. She pushed the nightie roughly out of the way and resumed her position, her cock pushing at me, ready to split me open and make me hers.

To make me into her blushing sissy bride.

"You're so big," I moaned, leaning gently backwards. "I need your big, hard cock, Mistress."

"Take it all, sissy," she said as she pushed forwards, spreading me open in one smooth, fluid thrust.

There was pain, but it disappeared into the wave of pleasure that crashed over me. She stretched me open, hands on my hips to give herself the grip she needed. Her cock filled me completely, bumping against my most sensitive places and making my pantied shaft twitch and buck. I cried out in pure pleasure as she took me the way I never knew I wanted.

"Oh, you're so tight," she purred. "Do you like my big cock inside of you?"

"Yes!" I cried out, my voice breathy and desperate. "Oh, fuck, Mistress, yes! It's exactly what I needed!"

"Fuck yes it is," she said, her voice soft and thick. "Good sissies like you need big cocks like mine."

"Fuck me with it," I begged. "Please, fuck me, Mistress. Make me into your sissy slut."

"Do you want to spray your sissy cream?"

"Only if it's from your cock, Mistress. Fuck me until I cum. Fuck me like your bride!"

"I love you virgins," she said as she pulled backwards. "So horny. So desperate."

"Fill me with your cock and make me fucking cum! " I screamed as she thrust into me, filling me with her thickness. "Oh fuck! Yes, yes!"

She picked up a slow but steady rhythm, her hips hitting my rear and making my cock wobble in the air. It felt ignored, and knowing that no one would touch it — not even me — made me feel somehow even more vulnerable and feminine. I was going to cum from being fucked, just like a virgin bride. The way a sissy bride cums.

The only way a sissy bride cums.

"You feel so fucking good," Mistress groaned behind me. "This strap-on is incredible."

"So do you!" I squealed, wiggling my hips and feeling her cock gently bend within me. "It is! I love your cock inside of me."

"I love fucking a pretty sissy like you. Taking your sissy virginity. Fucking your sissy ass."

"It's yours! Fuck me and take me and make me cum. Fuck, I want you to cum, Mistress."

"I'm going to," she said, and her voice was choked.

Her fingers dug into the naked skin of my hips and thighs as she slammed herself forwards, back arching in pleasure. She cried out, eyes screwed shut as she came.

"Yes, Mistress," I cooed. "Cum from fucking your sissy. Cum from fucking my ass."

"Oh — fuck —" she managed, wobbling in her heels. "Fuck!"

"You feel so, so good," I encouraged.

This is about her for now.

"Your big cock is so good in my pretty sissy ass. My virgin bride ass," I continued.

Every one of my words seemed to draw another wave of pleasure from her, until finally, her body relaxed and she draped herself across my back. She was breathing hard, and I could feel her heart pounding. I reached back and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Slowly, she came down, her breathing slowing. She withdrew from me, leaving behind a void of pleasure where she belonged.

"How was that, Mistress?" I smiled up at her, trying not to let my disappointment show.

She came. And that's what's important. I'm just here to make that happen.

"Incredible," she panted. "But that was only the first part."

I raised my eyebrows, suddenly hopeful. My cock twitched, poking at the nightie.

"Now it's time for you to cum, sissy," she grinned. "The way you're supposed to."

Then she caught herself, as if she had just remembered something. As she turned me around and helped me lay on the bed on my back, she smiled.

"The only way you ever will again."

My cock bounced in the air as Mistress fucked me. My panties still covered most of it, the open back allowing her free access to me. I could see her eyes on my shaft, watching how she could make it twitch with a subtle shift in her movements.

"That's so fucking hot," she moaned, hands gripping my legs.

I had draped my feet over her shoulders, my ankles locked together behind her back. My stockings brushed against her neck, my garter straps loose in front of my thighs and tight behind them. The nightie was splayed around me, a splash of sheer silk. I had never felt more exposed or vulnerable in my life.

"You feel so, so good," I moaned softly, biting my lip as I looked at her.

Mistress' gaze flicked back towards mine. Her mouth was half-open, bright red lips parted into a beautiful O. I still wanted to put my cock in there, to have her suck it until I came all over her gorgeous face. But I knew I never would now — that her mouth would only be used to tease me, and that the only way I would cum was from her cock.

"Make me cum, Mistress, please," I begged. "I'm so close!"

"You — don't — get — to —" she grunted between deep, hard strokes that sent stomach-twisting pleasure up through my legs and arms. "I'm cumming first, sissy."

"Oh, fuck, yes, cum for me, Mistress!" I squealed.

My cock slapped against my belly as she heaved her cock into me, the black tip crashing against my prostate and forcing a cry of pleasure from me. I was her sissy bride now, in my place on my back with her cock in my ass. It was what I wanted — what I needed. I had given myself up to her completely, and now she used me the way she wanted.

The way I wanted to be used. Ravished and railed and ruined. Her toy. A pretty thing to look at and play with before she bent me over and took me exactly how she wanted.

"Your cock is so big, it feels so, so good," I moaned. "I want you to cum in my ass, Mistress. Cum from fucking me, please!"

"I'm going to, sissy!" she roared. "Your virginity is mine!"

"Oh fuck, yes," I breathed, laying my head back on the bed and letting her have her way with me.

The denial and arousal of the last week had brought me to the cliff's edge, and now her cock was pushing me over. I was straining against my own orgasm again, waiting for her to tell me when I could cum. All it would take is one word, a single instruction and I could finally cum and consummate our marriage the way we should have — me as her bride, her as my Mistress.

She bent down and kissed me, her fingers wrapping around my garter belt and using it as leverage. Her tongue was thick and aggressive, pushing its way into my mouth and wrapping around mine. The change in angle made me groan, her cock curving inside of me and stretching me open. I needed to cum so badly I thought I was going to burst.

"Mistress," I begged as she broke the kiss, resting her forehead against mine and staring into my eyes while she fucked me. "Mistress, please, I need to cum. I'm so close. I'm so close."

"Cum, baby," she moaned. "Cum from my cock."

And I did.

The orgasm ripped through me, my muscles clenching and loosening around her shaft as her cock pumped huge jets of cum out of me, spraying my belly and chest and splashing against her corset in huge, sticky streaks. All the frustration and arousal spurted from me in a cascading wave of pleasure and relief.

"Mistress, Mistress!" I screamed as I came, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into an embrace, even as her cock continued pumping into my ass. "Fuck, Katrina, yes!"

She was screaming too, our voices overlapping. Her thrusts were fast and deep now, her hips twisting and rocking forwards and back to grind out another orgasm. Every movement forced more cum out of my cock, some of it jetting up to my chin. My skin was on fire, every movement full of electric pleasure out to the tips of my fingers. My jaw was clenched, my back arched, my Mistress cumming from fucking me just as I came from being fucked.

It was like no orgasm I'd ever had. Whether it was her cock or the lingerie or the knowledge that this is my future or some combination of it all — my body was alive with pleasure. It filled me, proved that this is the way I should fuck, this is the way I should be: my wife's perfect sissy bride.

Slowly, my orgasm began to fade, pleasure lessening like someone was turning down the volume. Then Mistress twitched and moaned, her cock digging into me again and I spurted again, sparks going off behind my eyes and my legs tingling. I squealed and gasped, and she answered with a giggle.

"That was incredible," she sighed as she pulled herself from me. "You are incredible, darling."

I was shaking, my lingerie soaked in my cum. I curled up next to her, cock still hard and drooling my sissy cream onto the inky black of her corset. I pulled one leg up, draping it over her thighs. It felt like a deeply feminine position, my knee bumping against her cock, cuddling up to my Mistress to thank her for the earth-shattering orgasm she had given me.

I kissed her cheek softly. She tasted like sweat.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered. "I — This is what I want for us."

"Good," she answered, turning just her head to kiss me. "Because this our future now. Mistress and sissy."

I grinned at her, my heart leaping. "Forever."