I could only smile at the grinning woman in front of me as she admired her handiwork. Today was the final day of my freedom as I officially give up any semblance of my manhood and my old life and offer you my vow to serve you as your wife. I felt the her hand reach under my almost scandalous wedding gown as she ran her hand against my back before grabbing one of my breasts and tweaking the stud on my now sensitive nipple. I let out a small, mousy scream which caused her to laugh and step back to admire her handiwork.

“Are you wet for your husband-to-be?” My Mistress playfully asked me as she gestured to the damp area of my dress and laughed again at my desperate situation.

I could only let out another moan as I crudely rubbed my newly formed cunt under the fabric…