Femdom’s Wedding

By Goldfing goldfing@elp.rr.com

Synopsis:

Bill has a pornography addiction that causes him to masturbate incessantly. He seeks help from a sex therapist who refers him to Myra. Myra likes him and decides to marry him. This is chapter 12 of 21 “The Wedding” from Femdom’s Ultimate Submission. Christina, Myra’s lover, helps with the ceremony.

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Chapter 12

Bill wakes up early on his wedding day. Somehow he has made it, and it won’t be long before he is rid of the cursed chastity belt. He packs up his few remaining belongings from his apartment. He goes to the post office to get a PO Box – as Myra has instructed – and does not use her address for his forward mail. He returns the key to the landlord ending his lease, and catches the bus to his new home.

Upon entering Myra’s house, he finds no one home. In the spare room, he finds a white tuxedo on the bed that he is to wear for the wedding. Next to the tux is a note with instructions to be at the Chapel at 5:00pm. Christina will pick him up in their rented limousine. Myra has not told Bill much about the ceremony and was told not to invite anyone. He didn’t like the idea of not telling his mother but did understand Myra’s reasoning that she might not approve of their arrangement. His contact with his mother is becoming less and less anyway, and decides that Myra is probably right.

It isn’t long before Christina arrives wearing a tight fitting black chauffeur’s outfit. Before they pull out of the driveway, Christina wraps a blind fold over Bill’s eyes. He finds, however, that if he tips his head up a little and to the side he can barely see out under the blind fold. The long drive takes them out of the city down long twisting isolated roads. The sun is setting and in the darkness Bill can not follow where they are going. There are no houses or buildings to be seen through the trees on both sides of the road.

Christina pulls into a driveway of what looks more like a farm building than it does a Chapel from the outside. Inside the appearance is much like a church with the rows of pews, the altar, and a large full color statue of the crucifixion of Jesus. Perhaps as many as a dozen women are sitting wearing light blue choir-like robes in the pews. All the women are wearing catwoman-like masks. There is a woman with a camera and another with a camcorder filming and taking pictures.

Myra, dressed in the same style robe but in dark instead of the light blue color, is standing by the altar. Next to her is another woman wearing a priest collar in a black cassock. Christina takes Bill’s arm and leads him down the aisle with all eyes on him. The woman playing the organ stops when Bill and Christina reach the altar. The priestess instructs Bill to kneel on the altar step next to Myra. She begins reciting the wedding ceremony from the book.

While listening to the priestess, Bill looks up at the crucifixion statue. Never has he seen one so lifelike. He sees the crown of thorns that pierce Jesus’ head, the rusted nails hammered through his hands and feet, and the streams of red blood not only running down his face, but running down his chest, his stomach and his legs as well.

The priestess instructs Bill to recite his vowels to love, obey, and accept Myra as his wife which Bill does. Myra then recites her vowels to care, support and accept Bill as her husband.

“Until death do us part,” the priestess asks them to say. “It is time for you, Bill, to kiss the bride.”

Myra turns to face Bill who is still on his knees. She moves directly in front of him and lifts her gown. Bill sees a mass of fluffy pubic hairs and knows that she has washed. As his lips press against her mound he smells the freshness of her sex.

The organ starts playing again. Bill is instructed to rise. Myra takes his arm and they head down the aisle out the chapel doors. Myra and Bill greet all the women as they leave the chapel. They congratulate Bill and tell Myra that she has made a fine catch. As they walk out the chapel, Christina opens the limousine doors for them. It will be a short drive to the wedding reception.

The reception hall, if one could call it that, looks similar to the chapel from the outside. Inside is a large square shaped room furnished with sectional sofas along all the walls. In the center of the room is a tall standing piece of furniture covered in a white cloth. Bill thinks it might be a tall full length mirror. The floor looks like wood but is an imitation tile. The walls are covered in brown drapes. The women are milling around sipping glasses of champagne. They don’t pay much attention to Bill and Myra’s entrance except for the two women with a camera and camcorder.

“A picture for the bride and groom,” the photographer calls out. Both Bill and Myra pose for a wedding shot.

“It is almost time to remove your chastity belt, darling. Take off your shoes and pants but keep your shirt, tie, and tuxedo vest on. You look so handsome in it,” Myra tells him as she squeezes his arm. Bill thought they would do this in private and feels a little awkward stripping in front of so many women. And it certainly does catch their attention as they start gathering around him making conversation. Christina hands him a full glass of champagne and Myra offers a toast to her new husband.

Some of the women examine his chastity belt and complement Bill on his Prince Albert piercing. Others want to see his tongue and he playfully sticks it out licking his nose to the amazement and laughter of everyone present. Bill is feeling more comfortable and one of the women pours him another glass of champagne. They all raise their glasses in a wedding toast.

Myra informs Bill it is time to remove his chastity belt for once and for all. All the women stand aside as Myra cuts off the lock and she slips the cage off his penis. His cock pops out rock hard and everyone applauds.

Christina had left the room but now appears again. She has changed from her chauffeur outfit to a tight fitting short skirt nurse costume with a red cross on the front, and she is carrying a nurse’s kit. Everyone turns their attention to her as she makes her way to the center of the room and some of the women whistle at her. She pulls the cover from the center piece in the room. Bill sees what looks like a tall glass window held in an oriental carved wooden frame.

Myra takes his arm and leads him to it with the women following. Bill sees it more clearly now: It is a double paned glass held in a frame, and the glass has a hole in the center. The hole is about 2.5 inches diameter. The women mill around it touching the frame, touching the glass, and they tell Myra what a beautiful antique she has purchased. She tells them it was build in France in the late 19th century to punish men convicted of rape, but it was only used for a short period before being outlawed as cruel and unusual punishment. All the parts are original except for the glass, which she replaced. The last time it was used for its intended purpose was almost 150 years ago. Myra intends to change that tonight.

Bill stares up to the top of the frame to what looks like a very large long thin razor blade. The blade is positioned to slide between the panes of glass and is hinged on taught springs. On the side is a release lever.

“Ms Myra, what is this?” Bill asks meekly.

As the women move away, Myra says, “This is your cure, darling. This is your fix. Never again will you need the chastity belt as I promised.”

“Oh dear god… no…,” Bill stammers in disbelief. He thinks he recognizes the object before him: He is looking a guillotine – a guillotine for his cock!

“You must understand, dear. The chastity belt is a training device. You have gone four weeks without a cock and now it is time to go without a cock for real. It is much better this way, no locks, no uncomfortable cages, no cleaning sessions, and no asking or begging for release. Just accept that this is part of your cure.”

Now Bill is really scared and his once hard cock has softened as small as it can shrink. Myra looks at Bill’s lost erection and she knows the challenge is before her. Bill is a young man in the prime of his sex life. Not one of those weirdoes with transgender fantasies – who are so easily found on the internet. 

Myra wants, now more than ever: to experience the thrill of watching while a willing man severs his penis for her delight and empowerment. Myra loves the thought of male castration, but cutting the penis is so much better; it avoids all the unwanted physical changes caused by the loss of male hormones. She doesn’t want her mate to become calm and docile. On the contrary, she wants his aggression heightened with a lifetime of exasperation – forever being denied penile penetration. He can have his vengeance on me by burying his face between my thighs and savaging me with tongue lashes – punishing me for my indiscretions, she thinks to herself. It is too good, it is too perfect, it is so hot, and she wants it. She wants Bill’s cock.

 

“Now, now, that is not the way to act on our wedding night.” Myra moves behind him and reaches in front taking his shrunken dick in her fingers. The women take seats where they can have a good view and Bill sees them raising their gowns – none of them are wearing panties. They start slowly touching their pussies. Myra starts rubbing his cock and whispers into his ear, “Everyone is getting excited, and can’t you feel the electricity in the air? Don’t think too much about it. Just live for the moment. You are going to cum before it is done. Think of how good it will be to cum,” she whispers and licks his ear. It is not long before Myra feels the blood surging in his penis and she is now fisting his cock like a pro. “Oh, yes, get a good hardon for your new bride and let her play with you on her wedding night.”

Once Bill is fully erect again, she releases the pressure but continues to stroke him lightly. Christina hands Bill a wedding present and sits on a stool directly in front of him. The tight skirt of her nurse’s uniform raises as she sits giving Bill a view of her shapely thighs. “Open your wedding present from Christina, Bill,” Myra tells him while continuing to stroke him lightly. Bill opens it and is not quite sure what to make of it. “It is a penisplug, dear… Well… it is not a typical penisplug but a modified flexible catheter tube with a ringed-metal plug. The ring is designed to fit in your Prince Albert piercing.

It will help control your orgasm so it happens at the right time. Isn’t it beautiful? Myra, standing behind Bill, one arm around his waist, her other hand around his cock, hugs him pressing against his back, licking his ear again. “Don’t worry, dear, it will heighten your excitement. I just want to play. You know how I love to tease.” Christina takes the penisplug from Bill, takes a tube of KY jell from her nurse’s kit, and lubricates the catheter tubing.

Like a professional performing a urinary operation, Christina removes his Prince Albert ring and aims the open tip of the tube at his pee hole. Bill moves, but Myra hugs him tighter. “Ms Myra, please don’t make me do this.”

“You can do this dear, now stay still and show me what a brave little soldier I have married. When Bill feels it enter, it hurts and he starts to go soft. “It goes in easier if you keep a good hard dick,” Myra says as she squeezes his cock and holds him firmly. Christina pushes it in and Bill feels a burning sensation as he watches Christina impale his cock. Bill looks away only to see the other women watching intently. They open their legs flaunting him with good views of their cunts as they play with themselves. “Everyone is enjoying the show. I am so proud of you, dear,” Myra says as she hugs him tightly.

Christina relentlessly feeds the tube deep down his pee hole until it touches his prostate. There is not a chance of him cumming, however, not this frightened state. Christina fastens the looped ring attached to the top of the penisplug through his penis head piercing securing it firmly. Myra starts playing with his penis again and turns him to face the guillotine. “You look so handsome, dear, with your tuxedo and penis dress. She then lets him go and walks around to the other side of the guillotine. “Stick it in, dear, I will take you on the other side. Don’t make me wait to take my wedding present.” Bill doesn’t move…

Christina runs her hand up the back of Bill’s thighs to his boyishly shaped bottom and presses her fingers against him urging him to move forward. Bill looks at her. She is smiling up at him and there is a look of lust in her eyes.

Bill looks at the device before him. Myra is on the other side tracing her fingers around the aperture opening. “Come on, baby, put your magnificent manhood on display. Everyone is hot and wants to cum.” Christina moves her hand down his bottom, goes up between his thighs, and cups his balls in her hand massaging them. What little softness had started to possess his cock quickly vanishes. “Oh yes, baby, show us all what a proud husband you are; stick it in the guillotine’s love hole; fan it like a proud male peacock fans his feathers.”

Christina is now standing behind Bill urging him more than ever to move forward. Not really knowing why – perhaps he can’t think, perhaps the champagne, perhaps it is Christina’s gentle but firm pushing, perhaps it is the excitement, but most likely it is from Myra’s training – he moves forward, his cock goes through the guillotine aperture.

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The room is aghast with ous and awes of disbelief. Myra eyes open wide as she exhales in quiet achievement. My god he has done it, she thinks to herself. Not only has he stuck it completely through, but he is sporting a magnificently curved banana erection. The triumph is so sweet for Myra because she has not used physical force – no bonds or chains. She has captured her sexual prey with emotion and will power. She slips the middle finger of her left hand through the penisplug ring; he will not be pulling back out. She feels her clit swell and protrude from her lips as her womanly juices wet her twat. A power tremor rushes through her body. His cock is now hers – completely ready for the taking – but before she takes, she will reward his blind obedience. With her right hand she begins Bill’s final jerk off.

Christina moves Bill’s hand up an on the release lever. “When you come, my darling, you need to pull the release lever,” Myra tells him in an excited voice. The shock of the reality of the situation really hits Bill and he instinctively moves back but Myra left hand does not permit, and Christina only gently pushes back against his bare bottom keeping his hips nice and flush against the smooth cool glass. Bill is filled by a sense of panic and perspiration is dripping down his face. But the pleasure of Myra’s stroking hand is taking him to the brink. He is scared to death but his balls surge with four weeks of unshot cum.

He looks at the women around the room and they return his look with open legs. Some of them finger fucking their vaginas, sticking out their tongues at him, licking their lips. Christina’s one hand is massaging his balls and her other is squeezing his bottom.  Christina is very much into dungeon play, séances, witchcraft, and devil worship but nothing compares to the type of theater that Myra can orchestrate, and this penectomy scene is turning her on to the max.

Myra’s continues her expert hand job keeping Bill’s cock taut and stretched to full length making sure that when the blade drops the full length of his penis will be taken. “Enjoy it, baby, enjoy it, enjoy our wedding night,” Myra tells him in an excited sexual voice. Her words set him off and he starts to blow his sperm up the tube… But his semen is blocked by the plug that caps the catheter tube, which forces a retrograded ejaculation that makes Bill cringe. “Pull the lever now, darling, release your seed and let us all cum together.” She sees a small amount of semen ooze out around the penisplug. He is cumming but not pulling the lever…

Myra looks at Christina and she understands. It would have been wonderful for Bill to have cut off his own dick, but having her lover assistant perform the act will have to suffice. Christina places her hand on top of Bill’s hand, which holds the lever, and presses down. The lever releases…

Bill sees the flash of steel before his eyes. The cut is so fast and clean, there is hardly any feel and his cry is more of shock than of pain.  Myra pulls his severed cock away releasing a jet of pent up semen that spews from what little remains of his penis. The room is filled with sounds of women crying in excitement. Christina quickly hands Myra what looks like a candle stick holder. Myra inserts the bloodied end of his cock – which is kept upright by the severed catheter tube – into the holder base. She clamps it shut around the end of his penis, and she holds it up high like the statue of liberty – a trickle of blood runs down the holder, down her hand, and down her arm – for everyone to see, and she receives their applause and adulations.

Two women help Bill – as he falls back – make his way to a stretcher and lie him down. Christina takes a syringe filled with a blood coagulating drug from her nurse’s kit and starts injecting his wound. The pain of the injections is far worst then his penectomy and Bill moves and screams in pain as the women hold him down allowing Christina to finish her work. The bleeding stops quickly. She then gives him two pills and helps him drink a glass of water.

Myra removes her robe and comes up to Bill in the nude holding his penis that is kept erect and flexible with the catheter tube inside the urinary track. “Thank you for giving me your cock, dear. And now, as I promised you for our wedding night, I am going to feel your virgin cock inside my snatch. Bill watches with everyone else as Myra inserts his cock into her vagina hole. “Do you like watching me fuck myself on your virgin dick? It feels so good having you inside me.”

As Myra plunges Bill’s penis in and out of her sex, she preaches to him: “A man defines his sexuality in terms of his penis, dear. Even though you may not completely understand it yet, but by cutting off your penis, it fulfills your desire for the fundamental penance. Just as our Lord sacrificed himself on the cross for the transgressions of mankind, you have sacrificed yourself in this guillotine for your own transgressions against womanhood. In this way you have been cured. I now absolve you of all your guilt feelings that you have towards the female race. You are now free and liberated, and I give you your true place in the world as our wedding present.”

Although Myra may rationalize her acts through Freudian thought, she deep down realizes she is an insatiable bitch. When she finds a man that she can dominate, she takes and takes until he can give no more. She doesn’t want simple respect, but extreme awe, reverence and worship. Drive them to lust, and then drive them to despair. What other way is there for her to become the complete goddess?

Myra stops fucking herself with Bill’s cock and withdraws it from her vagina. One of the women opens the door and Maggie bounds into the room. Myra is handed a bowl half full of dog food. “Poor Maggie hasn’t eaten for a day.” Myra unfastens his penis from its holder, unclips the ring that holds the cock head, and slides the softened penis down off the penisplug into the dog dish bowl. She stirs it around in the dog food, and then sets it on the floor. They all watch as Maggie eagerly woofs down Bill’s cock. “No happy John Bobbitt ending for you, my dear.”

Myra straddles Bill’s face presenting her pussy to his mouth. “Now thank me, my dear husband, for curing you. Show me your appreciation by eating my twat. Show the women here what a great pussy eater I have married.”

In Bill’s now shocked and drugged state, he can’t and doesn’t want to obey… “Oh baby, I save my pussy all this time for you and now this is what you do.” Myra gets off his face… “It is alright, dear, I understand.”

“Now that you have given your wedding present, Christina, give Bill my present to him.” Christina opens a box and shows Bill a barbell tongue stud. “Since your penis jewelry won’t do you much good any more, I thought a jewel for your tongue would be a nice replacement. Stick out your tongue, dear.” Bill, like a zombie, partially opens his mouth. Christina sticks the scissor tweezers into his mouth, pinches his tongue, pulls it out, and then expertly drives the piercing needle through the center followed by the 12 gauge barbell.

All the women disrobe except for their masks, and start kissing each other. Bill watches as a lesbian orgy breaks out. He feels the effects of the pills that Christina has given him and falls asleep. His last memory of the night will be the sight of Christina’s on her knees with her head between a woman’s thighs.