I look around to find something to clean up the mess of cum on my belly, but as if from no where, Roxy is at my side and bends down not with a cloth, but his tongue and laps up all my semen and sucks my cock clean.
"I really should tell the Master what you've been up to, but we'll keep it between ourselves, shall we?"
"Thanks Roxy."
"Come and find me at five, I'll be waiting for you upstairs. Now turn away and stop looking at those animal gardeners and have a snooze. You'll need to be fresh for your honeymoon night, won't you?"
"Honeymoon! What the...." But Roxy has already gone leaving me to think what might be in store for me.
Fortunately there's a clock in the bar so at five promptly I'm upstairs looking for Roxy. Passing a doorway without a door I can see into a fantastic luxury bathroom and Roxy filling a steaming bath tub.
"Get in here boy. Before I bathe you, I need to clean you out so go and kneel in the shower."
It's one of those showers with water jets around the sides as well as a showerhead up above. I feel Roxy's hand on my bottom.
"Get your ass up boy. Have you had an enema before?"
"Sure I have."
"Good. In which case you know what happens."
Roxy inserts a nozzle into my hole and I feel warm water filling me up until I feel I'll burst.
"Please Roxy, please."
"Don't be a wimp or I'll have to spank you. I know how much you need."
She watches me as I squat down as instructed by him in the shower and feel quite humiliated.
"Okay, now get on the toilet and raise the seat first. You're a bitch like me remember?"
I dash to the toilet, but there is no seat and sit down quickly to evacuate myself with Roxy watching me. I feel really low and humiliated again performing this very private function in front of him.
"The reason there's no toilet seat in this bathroom or a door is because it's your bathroom. Not private, but the only space you have in the house."
The second and third enemas are just as embarrassing for me. On all fours being filled and then sitting on a toilet being watched. After this Roxy shaves me from head to feet.
"Now into the bath boy."
Thinking it might be too hot I gingerly step into the bath foam. It's just right. I start washing myself, but Roxy slaps my hands away.
"You just sit there, I'll do the washing."
With his hands and a sponge Roxy bathes me as if I was a little boy. I enjoy the treatment and get an erection when I have to stand up to allow him to wash between my legs. He cleans my anus with a poking finger, washes my balls and hard prick with my knob exposed as he rolls back my foreskin. Then under my arms, my face, in fact every inch of me. Roxy holds up a thick white towel and I step out to be rubbed dry.
"Sit here, I have to shampoo your hair."
He tilts the chair back so my head is over a wash basin. There I am spread out naked in a chair while my hair is washed. He combs my hair and uses a hair dryer to complete the job.
"My Master doesn't approve of make up, so I will only use this. A very expensive French perfume."
He dabs my forehead, behind my ears, my top lip, under my armpits and between the crotch of my legs.
"Only one more thing and you're ready for your wedding dinner."
Roxy ties a black bow tie around my neck.
"Is this all I'm going to wear?"
"Subs are usually naked in this house. Or hadn't you noticed? But I'll see you after dinner to prepare you for bed. Okay? Come on, he's waiting for you."
I follow Roxy down the corridor to the living room. Sir is sitting in an armchair in the sort of evening dress I've only seen in films. He looks stunning as he sips what I presume to be a whiskey.
"Come over here my dear and sit on my lap."
I settle into his lap. Does he know this is my biggest turn-on? Being naked with my clothed partner. Perhaps he does if Mr Trent has briefed him. He French kisses me while running his free hand over my naked body.
"You're so beautiful Matt baby and you smell so sweet. Just as a bride should. Is that what you want to be, my bride?"
"Yes Sir. I really do want to be your wife and to be used in any way you wish."
"Excellent. When I take you to my bed I want to fuck you baby."
"I can't wait Sir."
"Roxy, refresh my glass and get my bride a gin and tonic. I think that's his preference."
"It is Sir." I hadn't realised Roxy was still in the room.
I see Sir sucking on the finger of his free hand. It disappears from view and I feel it below my bare bottom entering my boycunt.
"Do you like that baby? My finger up your tight little rosebud?"
"Yes Sir." I'm shivering with excitement as he finger fucks me.
Roxy hands Sir a refilled whiskey and a gin and tonic to me. I sit with a finger thrusting into my ass enjoying a g and t. Wow! It's all so fantastic. I presume this is how butch hetros touch up their girl friends. Thinking about it keeps me rock hard. Roxy replenishes our drinks twice as Sir continues touching up my anus, tweaking my nipples and gently stroking my prick. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear as I suppose butch men do.
"You are so sweet Matt. Love your tits and your hard shaved cock. I've never had such a beautiful boy as you before. Are you going to be my fuckboy wife?"
"Oh Sir, please. I want you to fuck me constantly."
He takes my hand and places it on the hard, long, rigid tool in his trousers and I gasp out loud at its width and length.
"Think you can take that boy?"
"I'll try Sir. It's so big though."
"Don't fret my dear little Matt. I'll be gentle, but you will take every inch and I'll shoot my seed deep into you and make you mine."
"Sounds good to me Sir." I look forward to being his submissive bride.
Roxy announces "dinner is about to be served Sir."
"Let's go baby. I'm starving and you must be to."
We knock back our drinks and Sir and I walk hand in hand down the corridor and into the dining room. Him dressed like a toff and me totally naked except for a bow tie and without a hair on my body. A chandelier above a long table set with places at each end; glasses and silver cutlery shimmering under the lights. The centre of the table is empty. Sir escorts me to my chair, pulls it out for me to sit down and pushes the chair closer to the table. He takes his seat at the opposite end. We'll have to raise our voices if not shout if we're to make ourselves heard. A handsome young guy in his late twenties wearing a long white apron enters and sets a soup plate in front of Sir and the other in front of me. When he turns to go I realise he is naked under the apron and his ass is on view. Bright red from a spanking I'd guess. He returns with a wine bottle and fills our glasses. Sir raises his glass to me.
"To Matt, my beautiful new wife."
An older man in his fifties helps to serve the main course. He wears a similar backless apron to his younger helper plus a chef's hat. He's a good-looking man. Lean and trim. His well-shaped ass is also red. The food is delicious and by the time we've eaten cheese and a dessert, I can't eat another mouthful.
"Time for some more training Matt dear. Get up on the centre of the table and sit with your feet pointing at me."
The chef, his helper and Roxy are watching from behind Sir's chair as I obey this order.
"Lean back on your elbows and draw you feet back until your knees are up. Now widen your legs so I can see your proud little cock sticking up. Now just fractionally raise up your ass so that your rosebud is on show. That's it. Good."
I realise I am truly on show with my puckered anus there for these men to see.
"When I have guests I'll expect you to decorate the centre of the table in this fashion. Turning occasionally so they can all have a look at your rosebud. In this way my friends will know how lucky I am. Now turn to the side I can't wait any longer."
As I turn, Sir comes around the table, pulls me to the edge of the table and settles his mouth on my anus, kissing and licking my hole. Wow! I immediately feel so randy. Sir steps away, a big smile on his face.
"Okay Roxy, get him ready for bed."
Roxy helps me off the table and leads me back to my bathroom. I wash my hands and face and clean my teeth while she begins rummaging through an expensive looking shopping bag from one of the top designer names. First, a bra she fastens around my chest. It's white silk lace and feels soft and smooth against my skin. Next she helps me on with a girdle of the same silky material followed by a pair of long white nylon stockings. These are held up by ribbons and clips attached to the girdle. Finally, a pair of white silk lace knickers with frills into which he stuffs my hard prick.
"In case you don't realise these are crutchless knickers." Roxy demonstrates by putting a hand between my legs and fingering my ass hole. "Sir can fuck you with them on. How does the outfit feel girlyboy?"
"Oh, it's real sexy you'd never believe."
"Yeah, I know just how you feel."
Looking at myself in the mirror I'm astounded. I look like a girl. Bare midriff and bare thighs between the top of the stockings and the knickers. It's such a sexy outfit. I've never worn anything like it. In fact I've never been attracted to wearing women's clothes, but these feel different and if it's what Sir wants who am I to argue.
"One last touch Matt."
Roxy stoops down and I feel his fingers applying lube to my hole and inserting his fingers with more lube so I am ready for Sir's cock. I'm grateful knowing the girth of the cock I'll be taking and even more randy following Roxy's attentions.
"Come on Matt, let me show you to your bed."
Roxy swings open a hidden panel in the wall I hadn't dreamt was there and we enter a huge luxury furnished bedroom with thick white carpet, white sofa and armchairs and a bar along one wall with rows of bottles and glasses. My eyes go to the larger than king-size four poster bed. Roxy helps me onto it, arranges pillows behind my head, folds my arms above my head and parts my legs in what I think must be a provocatively sexy pose.
"The Master will be with you soon. He'll fuck you rigid. Have a good night." Roxy kisses me on the forehead and runs back into my bathroom closing the door behind him.
Slightly surprised at Roxy's tender show of affection, I keep to my pose and practise a welcoming smile. It's sometime before Sir enters from his bathroom. Now both his physique and handsome looks doubly stun me. He's naked and for a moment stands gazing at me. His chest, legs, arms and crotch are covered with soft reddish hair. Fantastic! His cock stands upright and huge. I wonder if he has been preparing himself in his bathroom. Or, better still, is it in anticipation of seeing me. With a big smile he approaches me, sits down on the bed close to me and runs his hands over my silky outfit.
"You look fantastic Matt. I don't usually go for drag, but you look sensational darling. I don't think you have any idea of how attractive you are. I'm so lucky Doug Trent found you for me."
"Well, me too. You're the most handsome, sexy man I have met."
"Enough of the mutual admiration, let me feel your boycunt." Sir's hand goes between my legs and his fingers explore and probe my anus.
Wow! I'm on cloud nine. Just lying there waiting for this huge hunk to make use of my body.
"On second thoughts I don't think we need this."
Sir tears off my bra and throws it over his shoulder. He takes hold of my nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand and twists them. I moan in delight with the pain. He looks into my eyes and twists backwards and forwards very hard. I try to remain calm, but tears come to my eyes.
"Love to see my baby reacting. Is that too painful?"
"No Sir." The tears rolling down my face betraying my lie.
"You look so pretty when you're in pain baby, I can't resist making you cry like a little boy."
"I'm so sorry Sir."
He lets go of my nipples and pulls me down over his lap. I grip his legs tightly. He rips and throws off my skimpy silk knickers before he starts spanking me. Right cheek, left cheek. Harder and harder until I'm yelping and I'm crying again. And yet I love the feeling of being controlled and punished by this big man no matter how much pain I suffer. I belong to him and he has the right to do anything he wants with me. At last I've discovered my real need to be dominated. He stops spanking.
"Beautiful baby. Now we can consummate our union."
Sir lies me back on the bed and covers my face with gentle kisses, pushes his strong tongue between my teeth and allows me to suck on it as he plunges it in and out between my lips. His hands are back on my nipples as he squeezes and twists. He waits for my tears to appear and then laps them up from my eyes. He slides down my body and I feel his mouth on my erect prick. He sucks me hard, rolling my foreskin back and forth. His hands are on my pantygirdle that he begins to take down together with my silk stockings. As he does, his tongue licks my thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and the soles of my feet and then sucks my toes. Wow! The whole process feels awesome. I look down and see his broad muscular shoulders moving up my body, repeating the process until he's sucking on my shaven balls. He pushes my legs up and I can feel his tongue licking and probing my ass hole. It turns into a tongue fuck and my body's writhing all over the bed in a high sexual ecstasy. Now he's stuffing pillows under my backside and between my legs I can see his engorged glorious huge cock being guided by his hand towards me.
"Now Matt I'm going to take you. Are you ready?"
"Yes Sir," I gasp.
"Good boy, take it."
His gigantic knob is nudging my anus and moving in slowly. I can't help grimacing as the pain increases. Sir is watching me. Still his cock pushes into me. I can't help moaning and then let out a loud scream of pain. Sir withdraws a little and then prods forward again quite sharply.
"Please Sir... please stop."
"You're my wife aren't you? Breathe deeply. You must take it sweetheart. Its not as if you've not been fucked before is it?"
"No Sir, please fuck me and make me yours." Mr Trent must have told him of the other big guys who had fucked me. Though none as big as Sir's.
I breathe deeply and feel my husband's cock sliding smoothly into me. I'm totally filled and fulfilled. Starting gently, Sir fucks me and I respond by moving with him and squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. He feels it and smiles down at me. I return his smile. This is my man and I now belong to him. When he shouts out and gasps, I can feel his spunk filling me and know I am his wife.
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