A Sissy gets Married.

 

 

Well, the big day has finally arrived where the sissy marries the dominant man it has been the personal property of for over a year now. They are all gathering outside for the ceremony - it’s family; its friends; some of its former work colleagues; its ex-wife even. Some were a little surprised when they received their invitation. They had no idea it was ‘gay’, but if that is its sexual preference then most were accepting of that.

 

Many were not that surprised to receive the invitation to witness it marring a man. They had always suspected its marriage to its former wife was a bit of a smokescreen. But good that it us finally "coming out". Yet none of them will be prepared for what they witness today. This is not to be your typical "gay wedding". None have the slightest idea that it has actually been living as a completely submissive, servile slave to the man it is

about to marry. Also that it spends its days in stockings and high-heels and the mist humiliatingly frill sissy dresses doing his bidding domestically and sexually, that its evenings are spent preforming sex acts for it's soon to be husband. No one had any idea that it had been locked securely and impotently in a steel chastity belt for over a year.

No any one has any idea that the sissy has completely allowed its personality and any remnant of free will to subsumed by to the superiority of another man - a real man.

None have any idea that there is absolutely nothing even vaguely masculine left here other than the sad and redundant remnant that is now locked away inaccessibly, out of mind and out of sight in permanent chastity. The sissy’s new life is about to be confronted head-on with its former life - or, more aptly, the life it once lived.

 

As it minces down the aisle in a ridiculously short and frilly, white satin bridal dress that exposes it’s absurdly frill white satin and lace sissy panties, and gather straps; its sheer white stockings and petal white bridal pumps; its white lace veil, its little posy of flowers clutched in its white satin gloved hands, it know there will be loud murmurs, snickering, whispers. Even for those who have experienced transgender weddings, this will not be a dignified wedding. 

It knows that in less than an hour many will no longer want to have anything to do with it. People will walk out. Those who stay, those who accept, or try to come to terms with what it has become (and deep-down always was), as hard as they try will never be treated seriously ever again. It does not know what will happen. It only knows that it is about to  experience level 10 on the Richter Scale of humiliation.

It knows that it is about to experience and unfathomable ignominy and disgrace, as it stands there in is ultra-effeminate, emasculated shame and a permanent steel collar is locked around its neck, in place of a wedding ring. Even if it wanted to back out, it no longer has the character to asset its will in any way. It is purely the mindless person of its superior other. And there can be no turning back. This will be indelibly branded in the memories of everyone it knows. Yet, as it opens the door and takes its first intensely agitated steps into its future, filled with terror, there is also a strange and perverse excitement and arousal at the personal destruction and debasement it is about to bring upon itself. That, combined with a perverse contentment and relief that this is its destiny and it need no longer fear the worst, as those worst fears are about to be confronted.

          Though beautiful and looking sexual, with no will of it's own other to please a Man. Yes  almost all will see it as a disgrace. Though some will see it for what it truly is, a SISSY!