GIVEN AWAY HER PUSSY

This is a straight version of a story I wrote called “Given Away”. I thought some readers who don’t look at “gay male” stories may like it. Hope you enjoy! 🙂

All characters are over 18 years old.

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Growing up it was always just me and Daddy. My mother left us when I was an infant and my Father never forgave her. He vowed I wouldn’t go down the path of a ‘whore’ or ‘harlot’, “like your mother.”

Daddy was a religious man and held many traditional attitudes about the roles of the sexes. He believed that men were superior to women, and that the God-given right of a man to lead in his home should be practiced, strictly. Since it was always just us two there was no mother to cook and clean around the house. Father would never be caught scrubbing on his knees and doing “women’s work”, as he called it, so I quickly adapted to the role my mother should have played.

In school, I was petite and shy. Taking after my mother I had long blonde locks, pale blue eyes, and willowy limbs. These features attracted the eyes of many of men, but Father sent me to an all-girls school and ensured I stuck to a rigid schedule under his watchful eye. My religious upbringing left me wary of being seen as anything but a saint so I mostly stuck to myself. My Father appreciated this because it meant I could be home right after school every day without anything to distract me from fixing up the house and dinner.

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A few days after my 18th birthday, with summer nearing, I daydreamed while ironing Father’s shirts. I was unsure of my future as Father and I hadn’t yet discussed what I would be doing after graduation. I had a small desire to attend a local community college and continue my education, but I knew I wouldn’t do well. School wasn’t my strong suit and the only classes that came naturally to me were home economics and dance.

Around 5:30 PM I heard the garage door opening. I set aside the iron for a moment wondering what mood Daddy would be in. As long as I obeyed, Daddy was a kind man who treated me sternly, but fairly. But sometimes he was would come home upset and I would just have to be quiet or face his wrath.

Tonight was different, though; I heard two voices. One I recognized as my Father’s, but the other was a mysterious. It reverberated in a deep, masculine manner and it sounded of Eastern European or Russian decent. I was very confused because Daddy almost never had anyone over, especially not without me meeting them first.

He was a very particular man who felt his ways may not be accepted by everyone, so he kept his circle, and therefore my circle, very small. Daddy was also on edge around others because he thought I would become “corrupted” or get “taken”. To be “taken” from him was his greatest fear so he kept me safe and protected in our house. He always said girls like me need protection because men will take advantage of us. I didn’t know what he meant but I was happy he would protect me.

Today I could only hope that he would when he walked through the door with another man. I was embarrassed to step out of the laundry room because I was wearing only a light crop top with my short pink ‘at-home’ skirt that Father insisted I wear. Father hated when men saw my skin so I wasn’t sure if I should leave the laundry room. Then I heard him say “Honey, come in here. I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

He must have known I was in my normal house clothes so I decided I would not need to warn him of my state of dress. Exiting the room, I tipped toed out and peeked around the corner. There stood my Father looking quite dashing in his work suit. Although he’s a tall man at 6’3″, Father looked like a dwarf next to the veritable giant to his left.

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It must have taken me 10 whole seconds to traverse this mountain of a man from bottom to top with my eyes. He looked to be over 3 inches taller than Daddy. Next to my 5’5″ he looked enormous! I traveled up his huge feet to his strong legs, encased in a linen suit pant. His belt tucked in a light blue dress shirt, and a navy tie held it all together. His jacket sat turgid, filled to the brim with his wide frame. On his sturdy neck balanced a handsome but rough face, framed by black stubble. A pair of sharp blue eyes glistened with pride as we made contact. I finished my tour of his body with his buzzed head, which made him look manly and professional.

Looking at this suited beast made my body feel a way that I loved but hated. Since turning 18 I’d been thinking of men like this and what they could do to me. I’d get soft shivers ‘down there’ when I thought of their strong bodies.

But Father sensed my lusting for men and punished me severely for my thoughts. When he caught my with a finger trailing down to my pulsing lips in bed one night, he yanked me out and spanked me harshly. He made me apologize for my sins and write this line 100 times:

“I will not be a harlot and a whore. It is my Husband’s right to take my virginity and I will not soil his property.”

What Father didn’t know about this “punishment” is that it only made me long for my Husband, whomever he may be, even more.

So when I felt these tingles standing next to the giant in my house I was nervous to approach. But Daddy said, “Come, meet my friend Victor.”

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I padded over on my toes to seem taller next to this huge man. I got up close and had to look up to see his face. I extended my hand to give him a gentle shake but he took it, held it softly, then kissed it lovingly. Heat coursed through my body and I didn’t know how to react. Squirming nervously, I tried not to look like a harlot but Victor was so handsome. I looked at Daddy expecting wrath but instead he just smiled and rubbed my back. He smiled at Victor, too. I was so confused. Victor continued to hold my hand after the kiss, his huge paw dwarfing my delicate mitt. Then Daddy broke the silence.

“Sweetheart, I know school is ending soon and it’s time for you to go into the next stage of your life. There are many possibilities for this. You could go to college and get a degree. But, you’ve never enjoyed classes as they make you tired and confused. You could also try to get a job, but with your skill set you probably wouldn’t go much further than a waitress. Unfortunately, though, sweetheart, when school ends you will no longer be allowed to live here. You need to move on in life as an adult.”

I looked up at him with terror in my eyes. How could he leave me like this? With no where to go, no where to live! I was shaking, like a stray cat with no owner. I subconsciously held Victor’s hand tighter, forgetting that I didn’t even know him. I just needed comfort.

But then Father looked at me squarely and said, “But, I do have an idea for how you may spend your future. As we both know, you’re a good girl. Subservient. Obedient. God fearing.” I blushed and turned my knees in, pointing my eyes to the floor. It felt good to finally hear my Father’s praise after spending years being chaste and modest. It felt good to know he appreciated me.

“I’ve always protected you and kept you on the right track; kept you meek and modest. But now you’re an adult and I can’t be the one to do that anymore. You need a different man to keep you on the righteous path, the path which I have carved for you. You need a different man to serve.”

I hadn’t stopped shaking but Victor gripped me tighter. It felt so soothing to be close to him.

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“Victor here is a business associate of mine. He is a firm, religious man who does not fall prey to deceitful women like your mother. He has been searching for someone to keep his home, to tend to him, to grow his family. He needs a helpmeet, sweetheart, and I am offering you to him as his wife.”

My knees buckled and I almost fell to the floor. I couldn’t see straight and everything was spinning. None of this made any sense. How could I possibly be this man’s wife? I’d never met him! A Husband is supposed to be a man you love and cherish, how could we get married without even a first date! Daddy must be playing a joke on me! But as I looked back at Father he stared at me with firm resolve.

“This isn’t a joke or a game, my dear. You are a precious girl who needs a man to take care of her and keep her in the light. Without guidance you could become lost and corrupted. And that’s my greatest fear, my daughter. Now, I am going to leave and allow you to get acquainted with your betrothed. Please, respect him as you would me.”

With that, Father exited and I was left shaking in Victor’s arms. He had caught me after I almost fell during the news and then pulled me up into his big chest. I looked up in shock at his face with my eyes wide, mouth agape. He was still just smiling, a look of pure joy and serenity on his face.

He cupped my chin in his finger and said “My sweet girl, you are more perfect than I ever could have imagined. I feel as though I have been brought an angel, and I haven’t stopped thanking God since I saw your face.”

I shuffled and looked down embarrassed, not expecting such sweet treatment from this man. Still confused, I looked to him for guidance in this completely unknown scenario. He smiled and we walked hand-in-hand to a large leather chair where he sat down, then gently guided me to his lap sideways. He encircled my waist to hold me close and his touching made my girly parts hot and moist. I was excited but also felt scared and dirty. Was I being easy for getting so turned on over a man who I didn’t even know? At least he is to be my husband, right?

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After settling me on his lap with my skirt pulled up high, exposing my thighs and cheeks on his leg, Victor told me to wrap my arms around his neck so we could talk. Then he began:

“In our society there are Men and there are women. The men lead, create law, cure disease, fight crime, and solve problems. The women support, serve, and help the men in the home to ensure that men can achieve their best. In my search for my wife, I need a woman who is obedient and listens to me without question. I need a pure virgin, one who can bring me sons and continue my lineage. I chose you because your Father told me you respect the will of God, and more important, the will of Man. I learned you cook and clean, support your Father, and obey his wishes. These are the traits I need in my wife. So I asked your Father if I may have your hand in marriage, and today is the first day of our courting before the wedding.”

He said this all so calmly and with so much love that I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes and smile, thinking maybe he is right. I felt uneasy around the brash and rowdy girls of my school who liked to “stick it to the man.” Instead I found comfort in coming home and attending to Father. It felt right to be the one who was under, the one who was ruled. The one who listened and obeyed because it was my duty to God, and once to my Father, but now my Husband.

A little tear formed in my eye as we stared into each other and he grinned even deeper, brushing it aside and holding my face. I smiled weakly, trembling in his grasp. I held his neck tighter, afraid he wouldn’t like me for crying. I suddenly became nervous and tried to bury my head in his chest.

He slowly pulled me back and wiped away the tears. “Baby girl, don’t be afraid to cry in front of me. I adore your tears. They are an expression of your love to me. They show me that what I am saying is reaching you. You are humbling yourself in front of your Husband. Never hold your tears back from me, my betrothed.”

Then, he did what I didn’t expect. He grabbed my chin and moved his face closer, kissing me. I didn’t quite know what to do so I let Victor take the lead and leaned back into his other hand. He held me in place and he softly kissed me, expertly maneuvering. He gently slipped in his tongue a few times, marking the inside of my mouth as his. As he was the first person I had ever kissed, and the man who was to become my Husband, I guess it was his mouth to claim.

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After a long, passionate kiss he told me we mustn’t get too excited, as I need to remain pure for our wedding. I didn’t really know what that meant but I was ok with stopping because my little rose was sending pulses up my spine.

After the kiss, I sat blissfully on his lap for a moment. Then he spoke: “Before I leave today there is one more thing we must do. When taking on the role of your Husband, I will also be taking on the sacred role of keeping you on a righteous path of a dutiful wife. Thus, it is I who will be monitoring and maintaining your behavior. Currently your Father monitors you, checking to see that you are staying chaste, pure, and meek. He rightfully punishes you which keeps you on the path he and God chose for you.” Daddy always did keep me on God’s path, swiftly punishing me if I went astray.

“Now as your husband, I will be guiding you down the path I choose for you, so I will be the one to maintain your behavior. And in my society, a Husband maintains his wife’s behavior by the means he feels are necessary and appropriate. I’ve always felt that wives learn best through direct spankings, and that tears are the proof that you are humbled in front of your Husband, your Master. So now I will spank you my love, just as your Father spanks you. Get over my knee, my betrothed, now.”

I stared at him terrified and confused, but also understanding. Daddy had always controlled my behavior. He explained that it is the best way to make sure I stay good and submissive to his authority. I know Daddy knows best so I always listened and gratefully accepted punishment, thanking him after for correcting me and caring enough to help me stay pure. Now that my Husband would be taking over as the Head of Household I would have to respect his authority, and his decision to correct me. So I got up, and daintily lay over his lap.

I heard Victor sigh with contentment, probably happy that he didn’t have to ask me twice. I smiled inwardly with pride, thinking that experiencing Victor’s joy gave me a feeling of utter bliss and completion. It made me feel loved and cherished. I was ready to accept my fiancĂ©’s spanking.

He started slow, pulling the skirt up all the way til he could see my bubble cheeks and panties. This embarrassed me greatly as I had never been nude in front of another person, but I knew Husbands were to know their wives intimately so I accepted his handling.

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He began administering firm, fair spanks, directly to the center of my cheeks. They were loving spanks; there was no anger in them. I sensed my fiancĂ©’s desire to humble me, to make me understand his authority, and I gladly accepted his direction. He held my hands behind my back as I cried and whimpered. He commanded that when he spank me, which will be often, I am never to thrash and scream. I may only whimper and sob softly, like a kitten.

After a few more harsh swats he put his large hands on my cheeks and grabbed them softly, kneading and manipulating them. This made me squirm like a whore and a hot rush spasmed through me. I also felt a huge rod under my stomach but I couldn’t work out what it was. It was probably just something in Victor’s pocket.

When he was finished playing with my cheeks, Victor pulled them apart one time then groaned, saying, “That is enough for today. We have a lifetime to do this once we are married.”

Then he pulled me into his lap with my bum off his leg so it didn’t hurt. I thought that was really thoughtful of him so I smiled shyly and gave him a kiss on his cheek while wiping away a tear. He held my face softly and whispered that I was even more beautiful when I cry, then he kissed me once more.

He lifted me off his lap and we stood up together. Holding my hand, we walked back to the front room where Daddy was waiting. I was terribly embarrassed to be seen with my face red and streamed with tears, and my red bum peeking out from my short skirt, but I met his gaze.

“I see you two got acquainted” Daddy joked.

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“Yes we did,” answered Victor, speaking for us. “As Man and his betrothed should.”

“Indeed, indeed.” Father nodded. The men beamed at each other while I shyly held onto Victor, unsure of how to feel.

“Ok dear, it is time for me to talk to your Father about some details that you need not worry your pretty head about. Here is a cell phone. I know your Father hasn’t allowed you one but he has allowed this. It doesn’t have any internet access, thankfully, but it will let you call and text me. Now I can check in with you all week before the wedding. Give me one more kiss on the cheek then go and clean your pretty face.”

He leaned down and I kissed him on the cheek. Then he handed me the cell phone and suggested with his eyes I go to the bathroom and leave the conversation. I had only just met Victor but I already recognized how easily I took to his commands. It felt natural to listen to him.

After about 15 minutes Father came into the kitchen where I was making dinner. “So did you like him? I’m sorry it was a surprise but it is what is best for you and I didn’t want any fuss,” he said firmly.

I stood nervously, trying to not sound wanton in my desire for Victor. “Yes Daddy I very much liked him. Thank you for choosing such a righteous man to guide me and forge my path.”

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“Of course. Protecting you is all I live for. And with Victor I know you will always be safe.”

As the week went on I got more comfortable with the fact that I would soon be Victor’s wife. Yes we had only just met, but I felt as though he was the Man who was chosen for me through divine intervention. It helped, too, that Victor doted on me all week: texting me to ask me how I feel, signing his notes with hearts, calling me at night to speak about his day, and even sending me pictures of his handsome face. I was shy to send a picture, but once I sent him one of me in the mirror and he said he loved it so much he set it as his background. It made me so happy.

When the day of the wedding arrived I was nervous. I didn’t know much about Victor and I knew even less about his culture. We were both religious but Daddy and Victor had hinted that in his community wives were very subservient. I knew my mother didn’t act like a good wife to my Father and that their marriage ended so I vowed I would always listen to, submit to, and obey my Husband.

A limo pulled up to my house and Daddy brought me to the front hall. He hugged me tightly, and said, “My daughter, I won’t be seeing you for a bit. Victor may have plans for you two after the wedding so it could be a while until we are together. But don’t worry, I will see you again. And next time you will be a happy, dutiful wife! And hopefully full with child!”

He said this with such excitement in his eyes that I knew this was the right decision. Marrying Victor would bring the peace and direction that my Father and I both desperately needed since my mother left, and I would not ruin my Father’s chance of seeing his daughter get married.

“But Daddy won’t you be at the wedding?”

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“No, my girl. It’s a special ceremony that only men of their community can join. But I will see you shortly after, do not worry. Now, the car is here. You must leave. You won’t need anything, your Husband will always take care of you. Goodbye, my daughter.”

With that he gave me a kiss and a hug and ushered me out the door. The limo was driven by a man equally as large as Victor. He introduced himself as Ivan then asked that I sit in the back. Once I was in I texted Victor to let him know I was safe. He was so happy and texted that he would see me later at the alter, signed with a big kissy face. I was a bit hungry having not eaten breakfast at the request of Victor (probably because we would eat a big meal later) and sat sleepy and bored in the car. Eventually it pulled up to a large hotel bustling with huge men in suits.

The driver led me to a room where a woman stood waiting with a vanity and chair. I was a bit confused by the speed of everything but figured it was just to get ready before the wedding.

The driver left and the woman introduced herself as Svetlana. She said she was going to make me beautiful for the wedding and that I would just have to stay quiet and not move. Unsure of what could be so difficult about getting me ready for the wedding I nodded and awaited instructions.

She started by telling me to strip, completely. Again embarrassed I slowly started to take off my clothes. Svetlana was not having it. She told me that she’s a woman so it doesn’t matter, and that I do not want to be late for my big day. I then shucked the rest of my outfit, including my underwear as she had asked. She led me to the shower and began to shave my legs.

“A bride must be smooth and beautiful for her Husband.” She continued to shave up my legs and then instructed me to spread them slightly.

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“Oh!” I gasped. She was shaving there!

“Hush, girl, your Husband wants you like this. Lucky for you your Husband is rich and will get it permanently lasered off so you won’t have to do this much!”

I was astonished at the thought but had little time to think. Once shaved I felt even more nude than before, my girl parts completely exposed and vulnerable. I grasped for a towel but there was nothing, “Dont worry, you’ll get used to it,” she said.

In the shower, Svetlana washed me with fragrant oils and shampoos. She rubbed coconut oil all over me and made me supple and smooth to the touch. Admittedly I felt amazing and I caught myself getting those special tingles when I rubbed my finger between my hairless legs and lips.

After having my hair removed, Svetlana brought me to the bed where many pieces of lingerie were laid out. “Is that for me?” I asked confused.

“Yes. The virgin bride must wear white to her wedding. It symbolizes her purity and submission.”

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Not wanting to come off as more of a pain to Svetlana I just nodded quietly and pretended to understand. Inwardly, I thought of how beautiful the lingerie looked and was happy that I would get to wear it to please my Husband. Seeing all of these lacy garments in front of me, it was hard not to get excited.

She started by pulling out a pair of white stockings. She slowly slipped them on and they glided smoothly up my baby soft legs. Next she slid up a white garter, telling me “Remember, garter always goes before the panties.”

True to her word, Svetlana followed up with a pair of white panties and nestled it over the garter, which was now hooked into the stockings. As I looked at my lower body, I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly all of the lingerie fit my tiny, slender body. My slim legs and round hips looked amazing in the delicate lines of the lingerie and lace. A small damp patch formed in the front of the white panties as I writhed in the mirror like a slut, falling in love with how I looked. I hoped my Husband would like me, too.

After the bottom half, Svetlana told me the next section may be more difficult. She stood me up and told me to hold the bar in front. Then she came around the side with a whale bone corset, complete with white lace. She placed it around my waist under my B cup breasts so that it perfectly contorted my body into an even more feminine hourglass. As she pulled she told me to breathe, and that it was important for my Husband to see a small waist on his bride. It would show that I respect his desire for me to stay thin for him, as that is a a status symbol for women in his society. Not wanting to upset my Husband, I accepted the tightening of the corset, secretly feeling bliss at knowing Victor would appreciate my shape.

Soon after the corset was finished and I practiced breathing, Svetlana brought over a pair of very high white stiletto heels that must have been 5 inches.

“I know you’ve probably never walked in these before but it’s okay, you won’t be walking much today, anyway. Plus, a lot of men like the hobble of a helpless woman in heels,” she giggled.

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She slipped the heels on my feet, tying the tops around my ankles with a knot that had a small lock at the end. I barely even registered the locks because I was focusing so hard on my breathing. The locks made me nervous but also looked pretty and decorative. I decided to overlook them.

A transparent white babydoll was then placed over my head that barely covered anything. The bottom went to just under my butt cheeks, but it was so translucent that you could see all of my lingerie anyway. I was just realizing how exposed I would be during the ceremony and began to get nervous. They would all see the moisture forming on my panties! But before I had time to think, Svetlana sat me down in a chair in front of the vanity.

Here, she began to softly paint my face, covering it in powders and creams. The end result was that of a doll: powdered face, blush, red lips, and fake lashes. I felt extremely pretty which made me feel even more embarrassed. Father said makeup was for whores but I loved how I looked.

Svetlana stood me up telling me how pretty I was and that she had a few finishing touches. She then grabbed my hands and began to place small silken white mitts over them, tying a knot around each of my wrists. The result was that I couldn’t use my hands at all; they were completely immobile.

I now felt quite nervous as the reality of the situation was sinking in. I was dressed in heels so high I could barely walk, in a corset so tight I could barely breathe, in slutty lingerie, without functioning hands, about to marry a man I don’t know in an unknown location. But before I could finish this thought, Svetlana was placing a strap around my head and pushing something in my mouth.

I didn’t even realize what was happening before the strap was set in place and the ball gag was stuck in my mouth. I tried to make a sound but it just came out as a muffle. I panicked but could barely walk in the heels. I couldn’t take the gag off either with my trapped hands! There was nothing I could do. I was stuck.

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I looked to Svetlana with fear in my eyes and she just looked at me with sympathy and said “Oh, baby, it will be okay. Just listen to Victor. Never disobey him. Never give him reason to punish you. You will be ok.” And then she stood me up and pushed me towards a door.

When the door opened I saw a huge man who told me to put my arm in his through his. I did, mainly for support. He said he was Victor’s Father and that I was to look down with my hands in front until Victor lifted my veil in the ceremony. I obeyed and walked with him down the procession with my eyes low.

I couldn’t see much but from what I could see there was only men in attendance. I didn’t see any women’s shoes as I scanned the crowds feet looking down. I would later learn that women were not permitted to attend weddings and celebrations. In fact, women seldom left the home.

As I got to the front of the room I could smell my Husband’s cologne and a sense of relief washed over me. At least I knew my protector was here. Everyone got quiet and I was ushered onto my knees. Here I stayed, in total submission with my head low in front of my Husband, mouth gagged, while the priest gave his sermon. It included verses on the submission of women to men, the role of women in the home, and the duty of men to punish women who stray from their path. It taught me that my Husband is my Master and my God, and I shall fear him and he fears his God. It taught me to always consider how my Husband may react to what I do, or think; everything.

This sermon flooded me with the justification I needed that my Lord not only accepted, but encouraged this union between Man and wife. This ceremony confirmed to me that my place was on my knees, below my husband, with my head low in humble submission.

As Victor began to lift my veil I finally looked up and saw my handsome Husband. His rugged features were cut jaggedly into his hairy face in a way that made me fear his presence, but also feel an intense magnetism. I knew he would be the man to beat me for my mistakes but I took pride in knowing I would wear his marks. I felt the deepest gratitude in being his property.

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He lifted my veil then placed a delicate white collar around my neck, attaching a silken white leash to the ring. When he held the leash I sensed a powerful connection to my Husband and as he bid me to stand I instantly held onto him tight not wanting to let go. He grinned at my reaction, sensing how vulnerable I was. He protected me, swooping in to caress and hold me. It dawned on me that I couldn’t even speak or use my hands, so I pleaded at him with my eyes to be the man who would help me. The look he gave me said I will always lead you and provide for you. I cried with joy and looked at him again smiling as best as I could through the ball gag. He just held my face and smiled.

Next, he sat down in a chair near the front of the room, and beckoned me over to his lap. I thought maybe he wanted to fondle me so I went over to sit but he shook his head and motioned for me to lay instead. I did so, nerously placing my immobilized hands behind my back for him to hold my wrists.

He immediately began wailing on my ass, making me cry and plead. I couldn’t make much sound but I knew I must have been a pathetic sight in front of all these huge men; a crying bride over her Husband’s lap. What they didn’t know was this crying bride’s panties were getting soaked by this treatment! I loved my Husband’s strong, warm hands touching my naughty parts.

I knew I couldn’t disappoint my Husband on our first day of marriage so I took the beating as best as I could, only crying softly. I couldn’t embarrass my Husband in front of his guests by writhing in ecstasy like the harlot I wanted to be; I would never forgive myself. So I took my beating like an obedient wife.

After the maintenance my Husband told me to stand and turn around to show the crowd my reddened cheeks. I did as he said and stood crying softly with my head down, too embarrassed to look up. I knew it wasn’t my place to look all these men in the eye. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me as a wife to look at the superior men, and even the thought of straying from what my Husband wanted made me feel sinful and teary. I felt comfort in listening to his command to show his friends my bum, even if it was terribly humiliating.

The embarrassment and raw sexual energy of the situation got to me and my juices start to drip down my thighs. I tried to hide my lust but my Husband saw how wet I was and commanded I bend over for the crowd and pull apart my cheeks. He wanted the men to see my “pussy” as he called it. I had never heard that word before but I knew he meant my rosebud.

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He told me they needed to see what he was going to make his later. I was terrified but didn’t want to disappoint and get another spanking so with a little difficulty in the mittens I spread my cheeks and bent over. They all whooped and hollered like wolves, congratulating my Husband for his wife’s gorgeous pussy. This made me blush with pride.

After the public showing of my submission my Husband led me and the guests to our tables. There were gorgeous glass tables with glass settings, and throne-like chairs. He led us to our table and as the seats were filling up I noticed that there was not a spot for me. I looked up at my Husband nervously and he just smiled and patted my head.

“Do not worry my love, tonight you will eat what your Husband gives you. On your wedding day, and forever after, I will be the hand that feeds you, and you will take what you get gratefully. Now kneel under the table on the pillow, my wife.”

Confused by the command, I went under the table to wait. When my Husband sat in his chair I realized my face was right at his groin. He grabbed the leash and pulled my head up so he could see me. I looked up at him with scared eyes and he just stroked my face. He removed my ball gag and I opened my jaw a few times, grateful for its absence.

“Don’t get too used to being empty my love, I will fill you again soon.”

Then he began to unzip his pants and fish out his penis; I had never seen one before, only a drawing in a book a girl showed me. In front of my first real-life penis I shuddered at its size, but was curious at its virility. It looked so strong. I couldn’t believe a man could have this attached to him.

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It seemed to haven a hood of skin covering the knob sized tip but that skin was pulling back as this monster grew. His penis was becoming thicker and more veiny, almost angrier, and now it stood almost as large as my forearm!

“It’s a big cock, hm, little one?” I nodded pathetically. I had never heard of a “cock” but I assumed he meant this sword in front of me which was hogging my attention. I soon started to get those feelings again, those voracious throbs in my “pussy” that needed to be fed. Looking at his big “cock” lit a fire in me and my white panties were surely see-through by now.

I was tearing up at the sight of his cock and what he would do with it but my Husband calmed me with by pushing a finger into my mouth. He moved it around to claim every corner. Then he took out his finger and slowly inserted the tip of his cock in and told me to suckle on it like a popsicle.

As I did that, he got happier and put his hand on the back of my head. This also made him harder, and his cock got much larger. Does this thing ever stop growing?? He changed my position so I could more easily swallow his cock then told me to continue the technique I was doing while he ate his meal.

I bobbed on his cock, bouncing up and down, maintaining my eyes up at him as he requested while he ate. He would occasionally look down at me and smile or pat my head. These small actions made me so happy; I was doing exactly what he wanted. The men around me laughed and jeered and they watched me suck my Husband through the glass table, but I didn’t care. Seeing Victor feel so at ease and happy made me feel good.

As the dinner died down, Victor pulled me up from under the table and sat me on his lap. We kissed for a while and the guests exited. Soon, we were walking back to our hotel room, well me hobbling and holding onto my Husband. When we entered, Victor told me with lust in his eyes that he needed me to strip off everything immediately. I told him I would need help with the gloves, locked heels, and corset so he helped me strip.

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Once naked, we embraced and kissed for what felt like hours. He told me how proud he was of me at our ceremony and that I impressed everyone, including his Father. I was so overwhelmed with joy I began crying and I went to my knees to show deference to my Husband.

He appreciated this gesture and stroked my face. We looked into each other’s eyes then I went to unzip his pants from my position on my knees. He happily obliged, helping me get him out of the clothes. Then we were both naked, kissing and caressing. Victor suddenly picked me up and declared “my wife, it is time I take you as my property. I must claim you as mine and plant my seed in your pussy.”

I had no idea what he meant but I knew that I must listen so I just looked at him and pleaded, “My Husband, make me your property! Make me yours! Plant your seed in me! Own me! Mark me! Take me!”

He lifted me off the floor and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman to the bed. When he dropped me down I scooted to the corner feeling so vulnerable and helpless. He moved up on to his knees between my legs, pushing my smooth thighs out until then were stretched in a split. He put them over his shoulders, kissing my thighs and feet as he made his way up. Once in position, he dipped his hand low and began to gently circle my lower lips.

“Oooooh,” I let out.

“Yes my love, you like when your Husband touches your little pussy? I need to get you nice and wet and open you up slowly so it doesn’t hurt.”

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I was so overwhelmed with joy that my Husband was caring enough to worry about my pleasure while he sought his that I began crying again, pulling him closer. The tears had the effect of hardening his cock even more, giving him an immense amount of ownership over my body, mind, and spirit. He slowly began to slip the tip back and forth over my slick lips, lubing his cock with my juices. It tickled and felt naughty, but also felt as though it was touching a place where it meant to be. My pussy started to feel different, in a new way; empty. My hole suddenly felt like a vessel which needed filled in order to feel whole. I knew my Husband could fill that void.

I found myself begging, “Please my Husband, please complete me! Fill me!”

This pleased him and he laughed, but he also became stoic and told me to hush and not make noise. A wife should accept what her Husband gives and not ask.

I felt like a whore! Embarrassed I began to cry and apologize but he said “worry not, I shall now take you.”

He then began his plunge, starting with the tip and slowly breaking through maidenhood. As he entered I felt a rapture of pleasure; a sense of becoming whole filled me. He let the tip rest and I just smiled at my Husband from my position on my back, so happy to complete my role as his vessel. He continued pushing, breaking my barriers and forcing my walls to stretch as they accommodated his mass. I felt warmth knowing my body was opening and yielding to him, molding to fit him perfectly. My pussy wanted to become perfect for him, just as he pleased.

He pushed more of his 9 inches into me and I cried out in joy, feeling the pulsing pleasure of finding the one who will do this to you every day. I realized this wouldn’t be the last time my Husband would love me and I smiled and cried even more, eliciting an even bigger smile from my Husband.

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He now began fucking me in earnest, raping my hole until it opened to fit him without friction. I cried as he went harder than I could take, but it felt good to know I was helping him relieve his pressure with my pussy. It made me feel complete.

My Husband began to speed up and he began to touch my the top part of my pussy.

“AHHH!” I squealed out.

“That’s your clitoris, baby girl. Your clit. Let Daddy rub your little clittie baby. You can’t touch it, you don’t want to be a little slut. But Daddy can touch it.”

He told me I can never rub my clit for I am Daddy’s property and his to touch. He doesn’t think it’s right for a wife to give herself her own pleasure and I agree. I don’t want to be some wanton slut, I will take what my man gives me.

As he rubs my little clit in circles with his finger I feel waves crash over my body and brain as I convulse. Juice is flowing out of me and I can’t stop it! I scream, unsure of what’s happening but Daddy ensures me that it’s only natural, and that it happens to wives when their Husbands fuck them. He said he did it, too, but he planted his seed deep in my pussy. He pulled his cock out and replaced it with two fingers.

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“It’s soaking in now, baby girl. I’m making you my property.” He fingered his seed deeper and deeper, coating my walls to ensure it reached its target. “You’re going to give him sons.” I cried with happinees.

We kissed and cuddled as I lay bent in half with my man holding me. He then went back on his legs, still holding mine out, admiring his handiwork. I’m sure my pussy looked open, pink and puffy, abused from his treatment.

“I don’t want my seed to spill” said my Husband. “It must stay in you. Hold your legs back, I will return.”

With that he exited the room and I continued to hold my legs back, afraid to let any of my Master’s seed spill from my pussy. I didn’t want to upset him tonight of all nights. When he returned he was holding cuffs that looked like they could hold wrists and ankles.

“Baby, for the rest of the night I want you to be in this position” he soothed while wrapping my ankles and wrists in the soft white cuffs. He then attached the ankle cuffs above my head to the headboard so my legs were spread with pillows under my lower back, raising my pussy. He attached the wrists straps above my head, too, leaving me completely helpless. Finally, he replaced the ball gag in my mouth. Now I couldn’t even squeal! I was spread completely, exposing my pink pussy to my Husband while crying.

He smiled gleefully, relaxing me, “Don’t worry my wife. Sometimes it will be like this. I will need to breed your pussy and want no distractions or hesitation. These straps allow you to give yourself fully to me; you should be grateful.”

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This warmed me and I remembered that my Husband was always thinking of my best interest, and that he just wanted to be able to please himself without my fuss. I was content again.

I lay there trussed up like prey. My Husband then took his position kneeling between my legs again, stroking his hardening cock. He looked down on me grinning and I tried to smile, too, to let him know I was appreciative and enjoyed this, even if I was afraid. I also knew it was my role to fear my Husband and that these feelings were only natural.

He began to push his rod back into my sore hole, his previous cum adding extra lubricant to my again weeping pussy. He opened me, sawing back and forth while gripping his hands around my neck. I looked up fearfully, realizing he could squeeze me to death now if he wanted. But I trusted my Husband, and relaxed into his hands as he pummeled in and out of my pussy, coring my hole into his own.

He sped up briefly then came rapturously, shaking me by my neck and holding me close. I squirmed and cried, hoping to rub my clit against our close bodies to make me cum. Victor sensed what I was doing and leaned back so my nub got no love. It was begging to be touched.

“Not now, my wife,” he whispered, “I will not always touch your clit. When we have sex I will decide when you cum, and now I have decided that you shall not. Don’t fret, though, dear. This is best for you. It will keep you hot and bothered, which will further ingrain in your head that I am the only man who shall give you release. Now, when I remove your gag, thank me for giving you my seed.”

He unbuckled the gag and I slowly moved my jaw, thankful for it to no longer be stuck. I looked low, unable to meet his eyes.

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“Thank you my Husband for your seed. Your gift is my ultimate satisfaction.” Victor then smiled, stood up, and came to my face. He told me to open my mouth, then gently placed his glistening rod down my throat. He told me to clean him, worshipping the idol which makes me feel pleasure. Once cleaned, he removed his penis and replaced the ball gag. He then joked, “don’t move honey” and left to the other room.

I looked around nervously as I realized my predicament. I was tied up with my legs and arms above me, gagged, with a spread and twice filled pussy. I must have looked like a whore! I squirmed, hoping to find comfort in this uncertain situation. My Husband returned carrying tea and a cigar. His presence brought me relief and I calmed again.

He sat at the table, drinking his tea and smoking his cigar. He stared at me the whole time, smiling and commenting how beautiful I look when I’m tied up and helpless, and how silky and tight my little pussy hole felt on his huge cock. I blushed and grinned into the gag, surprised with how easily I fell back into my state of submission, even though I was tied. Maybe it was because I was tied. Either way I felt good.

My Husband finished his cigar and tea and placed them down on the table. Then he returned to his position between my legs, once again stroking his massive erection.

“I know I’ve already taken you twice, my love, but I must have you again. I need to breed you. Stay still and accept my offering humbly.”

I couldn’t move in the bondage anyway, and I was suddenly thankful that my Husband had thought to tie me up. If he hadn’t I may have squirmed too much during our second and third rounds and that would have upset him.

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He entered me, this time without much ceremony. I, again, felt the sensation of fullness and completion. I got hotter as his rod massages my walls and touched me in places I hadn’t known existed before tonight. I rolled my eyes back in ecstasy as my Husband watched me from above, smiling, getting into his brutal rhythm. He quickened again and I knew his explosion would come so I looked into his eyes and pleaded with my own for him to fill me with seed. He understood my look of desperation and obliged, flooding me with torrents of his babies.

My pussy was now overflowing, three loads fighting to impregnate me as my Husband rushed to push back in the leaking fluids. I lay embarrassed, trying to hold in his nectar and not accidentally let it slip.

My Husband then dipped his finger into my pussy and brought it out covered in his honey. He removed the gag and plunged his finger into my mouth, making sure I savored the flavor. He repeated this process until he was sure I had tasted him enough, then got up to have me clean him again. After I sucked him, he went to the bathroom to wash up. I lay contended on my back, but wildly horny, aware that my Husband had orgasmed three times but I had only once. I wanted release but knew it was improper to ask and didn’t want to suffer a beating for stepping out of line. I decided I would not ask and instead I would accept and appreciate the orgasm my Husband generously gave me when I lost my virginity.

My Husband returned and undid my cuffs, slowly lowering my legs. I felt some of his seed spill and I quickly put my hands under to catch it, but he just laughed telling me not to worry.

“There’s plenty more to fill you, my wife.”

Victor laid me back and rested my head and arm on his hairy chest. I held him, rubbing my soaking pussy against his hairy thigh. I didn’t even notice how horny I was until Victor commented saying that there will be a time to take care of that in the future, but it is not now. This settled me down.

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We kissed and hugged for a few minutes as I basked in the final moments of our wedding night. I looked respectfully into my Husband’s eyes and wondered if it was appropriate to say what I thought; I knew it was only appropriate for a wife to speak when spoken to. He sensed my wondering and asked me if there was something I would like to say.

“My Husband, I wanted to thank you for the perfect wedding day. I feel a trust in you that I have only ever felt in my Father. I know you will guide me down the path you know to be right for me.

Victor just held me softly, stroking my face and body. “You were perfect today, and I know you will be perfect always. You are my wife and I am your God. I love you now and will love you always.” Then he kissed me once more and nestled my head into his chest where I fell asleep.

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