Perfect Bride Part 2

Chris, still trembling from the shock of his transformation, was beginning to catch his breath when the bridesmaids approached again. He had no time to process what had just happened. The corset still dug into his ribs, the fake breasts jiggling unnervingly with every shallow breath. His mind raced, but escape was impossible with the bridesmaids surrounding him, each more eager than the last to teach him a lesson.

One of them, a redhead with piercing green eyes, approached with something in her hand. “A bride needs to look perfect, head to toe,” she said with a smirk, revealing a delicate white bow.

Before Chris could protest, the bow was secured tightly around his neck. It seemed harmless enough, just another humiliating accessory to complete his forced bridal look. But as soon as the knot tightened, Chris felt a strange warmth radiate through his body—a warmth that began to cloud his thoughts.

“There,” the redhead said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “That’s not just any bow, darling. It’s our little command collar. You’ll do whatever we say now, won’t you, Chris?”

Chris tried to speak, but his voice faltered. His mouth felt dry, his throat tight. He wanted to fight back, to resist, but the warmth from the collar was making it difficult to think clearly. He could only nod, his body responding to commands before his mind could catch up.

Laura stepped forward, now standing in front of him with her strapon still secured around her waist. Her wicked grin sent shivers down his spine. “Let’s start with something simple, my little bride. On your knees.”

Against his will, Chris’s legs gave out, dropping him to the floor in front of Laura. He stared up at her, his eyes pleading, but she showed no mercy.

“Good girl,” she cooed, patting his head mockingly. “Now, let’s see if you can show me what a perfect bride does for her groom.”

The command struck Chris like a bolt of lightning. Without even thinking, his lips parted, and he leaned forward, his mouth closing around the tip of the strapon. The bridesmaids giggled and whispered among themselves, watching eagerly as Chris, their reluctant “bride,” began to obediently pleasure the cold, silicone toy.

Laura’s hand gripped his hair, pushing him further down. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Work your way down, Chris. This is what a real bride does for her husband.”

Tears welled in Chris’s eyes as he complied, bobbing his head slowly at first, then faster as Laura guided him. The humiliation burned deep within him, but the collar left him powerless to resist.

After what felt like an eternity, Laura finally released him, and Chris gasped for air, his lips smeared with the remnants of his lipstick. But the bridesmaids weren’t done.

“Now that you’ve learned how to please your bridegroom, let’s see how you handle your bridal party,” the redhead smirked.

One by one, the bridesmaids approached, lifting their skirts as they seated themselves in front of him. “Go on, eat,” the first bridesmaid demanded, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

Chris’s body responded without hesitation. He leaned forward, his lips and tongue working diligently to pleasure her, despite every fiber of his being screaming to stop. As he serviced each of them, their moans filled the room, while Chris’s mind spiraled further into the depths of humiliation.

The second bridesmaid was next, then the third, and finally the fourth. By the time the last one had been satisfied, Chris was exhausted, his face wet with sweat and the evidence of his debasement. But the girls weren’t done with him yet.

“Now for the grand finale,” one of the bridesmaids said, her voice filled with excitement. “It’s time for you to be used properly.”

They stripped him down, tearing off the bridal outfit until Chris was completely naked, trembling and vulnerable. The first bridesmaid wasted no time, climbing onto his face with a cruel smirk. “You know what to do, don’t you?” she asked mockingly. The command collar ensured he did.

Chris’s world became a blur of thighs and skin as each bridesmaid took her turn, sitting on his face and grinding against him until they were satisfied. His senses were overwhelmed by the heat, the scent, the humiliation.

By the time the last bridesmaid had finished with him, Chris was left lying on the floor, utterly defeated, his face red and raw. But it wasn’t over yet.

Laura returned, standing over him with a look of cold detachment. The strapon was gone now, replaced by a casual expression that sent chills through Chris’s body.

“Chris,” she said softly, crouching down beside him, “I’ve decided the wedding’s off.”

Chris blinked, his mind struggling to process her words. The wedding…off?

“You’re not cut out to be my husband. But,” she added with a cruel smile, “you’ll make a perfect little pet.”

Chris’s heart sank as the reality of her words hit him. “From now on, you’re mine to play with whenever I feel like it. You wanted to marry me, right? Well, this is what you get instead. And trust me, you’re going to learn to love it.”

With a snap of her fingers, the bridesmaids gathered around, lifting Chris up as if he were a toy. He was no longer a groom or even a bride. He was nothing more than Laura’s obedient, broken pet.