Six months later
The limousine drew up outside the church and the uniformed driver; a female opened the rear passenger door allowing me to get out. I could feel his eyes staring as I swung my white nylon clad legs out of the car displaying plenty of thigh before standing teetering on my five inch white satin-heeled shoes.
I stood as my chief bridesmaid, Paula pretty as always in pink adjusted the veil covering my face. I could feel the breeze caressing my thighs under my wedding dress. I was wearing a traditional gown. White, short, with a low bodice displaying my cleavage and a skirt puffed out by very full net petticoats which displayed my legs to full effect. Underneath I was tightly laced in a white corset the six suspenders of which were attached to my lace topped stockings. My frilly white panties were matched by a frilly bra, which supported my small breasts.
In short I looked hot as did my two bridesmaids Paula, my soon to be ex flat mate and Crystal. Their dresses were pink short and like mine supported by layers of petticoats.
I was to be married. Following that evening six months previously George and I had begun to see each other on a regular basis and now I was to become his wife. I entered the church followed by my bridesmaids.
There were a lot of people in the congregation.
I could see my male friends had all made a real effort to look glamorous, mini skirts and sleek hair does abounded.
I minced down the aisle to where George with his best woman, Val, waited smartly turned out in their tuxedoes.
As I slowly walked down the aisle, clutching my bouquet I thought of the changes that awaited me.
I would have regular release from my cock ring as my husband would legally have the all-important key. Judging by the frequency that he had used me, over the last six months I could look forward to a regular seeing to. That was how women described sex with their males.
I would not have to endure the monthly humiliation of visiting the ‘Ministry of Men Office’ for milking. But I would still only be allowed release when my husband allowed it. During our courtship, George had obtained an illicit key, strictly forbidden by the state, which had been used on a regular basis so there would be no surprises.
Eventually George had suggested that we would marry and I had of course agreed. I spent many happy weeks planning for the day and now it had arrived. I was of course extremely nervous. I knew that I would be signing my life away to be little better than a slave almost a trophy for George.
I also wondered what our first night would be like. Although I was used to being the submissive sexual partner, as all males were, I knew that George would have bought the biggest possible dildo to use on me. This is what females did in the modern world. It was an enforcement of their dominance to use us to fulfil their own pleasure.
I inwardly winced at the thought, perhaps the biggest humiliation modern men experienced was that of being penetrated by a female. In the past few months we had been going together it had happened to me regularly but I knew tonight in accordance with tradition I would be taken with a monster sized dildo bought especially to maximise my mate’s dominance over me.
As if forcing us to be always dressing to please wasn’t enough. Sometimes, I longed to be able to wear a pair of trousers and flat heeled shoes, not to spend ages applying make up to my face and not worrying how I walked and moved, and not always being subjected to the leers and catcalls of passing women.
I could only dream on, males had been the submissive sex for hundreds of years and nothing would change that and I had to admit I did really enjoy looking good and the fact that merely crossing my legs could turn on a woman was more than a little exciting.
I reached the altar and as is customary knelt at the feet of my husband to be ready for the service to commence.
