The ceremony was very quick I remember very little about it. As I vowed obedience, I could not help but think I was signing myself up for a life of servitude. Along with our guest we adjourned to a local hotel for the reception.
This is where the females got totally plastered and inflicted themselves on the males who could do little but submit to whatever was required of them.
Eventually in the early hours of the morning George and I staggered to our room for our first night of wedded bliss. If you can call it that.
With George obviously aroused despite having consumed large amounts of booze I was pushed backwards on to the bed, my dress and petticoats were swept up above my waist and George was on top of me.
No time was wasted in removing my cock ring or other preliminaries, he pored my breasts, pulling down the top of my dress, his tongue invaded my mouth as he kissed me. I could feel the hardness of the dildo on my body.
He paused and unzipped the trousers to display the biggest dildo I had ever seen. Seeing what was to happen I vainly tried to struggle to no avail. My legs were swept up and I was entered by the monster cock.
No matter that I had been used many times by women prior to my marriage, it would seem that when they married males they needed to enforce their dominance by using the largest dildo they could find.
It was very much a girl thing and we males knew that it was going to happen but could do nothing to stop it.
I screamed as it entered me but this only seemed to excite George even more. Each thrust was agony but it went on until George orgasmed with a loud shout. I of course received no satisfaction, my cock still restrained. I sobbed with frustration as George fell asleep. I tenderly stripped off my dress and undies and put on the white see through baby doll nightie I had purchased especially for tonight thinking it would be a special occasion. I suppose that was a little naive of me.
In this female dominated world males were there to be used for the pleasure of females marriage made little difference, the sexual aggression would always be there.
The best I could hope for was that I could still at least ensure I was provided with the traditional trappings of males, pretty dresses, high heels and sexy undies so I would at least have some pleasure in life.
