Sunday, October 2, 2011

Sissy Weddings!!! A Sissy Prepares to Walk Down the Aisle

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!
It is such fun preparing a reluctant Sissy for his big day.  Ideally, a Sissy doesn't even get to meet his new Master/Husband until he is standing on the alter, repeating the vows that I've written for him.

Sissy Bethany's wedding was such a special day.  Over the past two years, relentless training, surgery and hormones had transformed an ordinary young man into an exquisite feminized Sissy.  The tranformation was difficult, but Sissy Bethany was beginning to understand that he had no hope of ever regaining either his freedom or his masculinity.  And physically, Sissy Bethany's transformation was nearly perfect.  His facial features were delicate and beautiful, his breasts were full and luscious, and his skin was silky and smooth.

It was only two weeks ago that I informed Sissy Bethany that I had arranged for him to be married.  I told him in lurid detail how he was soon to become the property of a real man.  He sobbed when I told him this.  He was terrified by the idea of becoming the Sissy Wife and Slave to a superior male that he had never met.  How he begged me not to make him marry another man!

But of course, nobody cares what a Sissy wants.  And I warned him sternly that I would tolerate no complaints or misbehavior on his wedding day.

When the big day came, I had the girls from the salon meet at us the church where there is a small room near the back where brides can get ready.  The salon girls did a lovely job -- both with his make-up and with tormenting him.  Then I dressed him in the most adorable bridal lingerie set I had ever seen.  The corset-like top showed off his big soft boobs so nicely.  He wore 4 inch white satin pumps on his stockinged feet.  I pinned the lace-trimmed veil to his hair.  He eyed with fear and curiousity the enormous white garment bag hanging in the corner, holding the gown he had never seen.

The guests were arriving.  From the room in the back, I had Sissy Bethany peak out into the church.  There were over 200 guests (all friends of the Groom, of course)  seated in the pews, all happily chatting with one another, waiting for the ceremony to begin.   That's when his fear blossomed into a full panic.  "Please Mistress, PLEASE!" the pathetic thing begged.  "Please don't make me do this!"

Well that did it.  I slapped him hard across the face and screamed at him, "Now listen here, Missy!  Stop your whining right this minute.  You are going to march up that aisle like a good sissy and surrender yourself to your new Husband and Master!  Or do I have to give you a spanking?"  My voice was loud enough to be heard by the guests in the church, who all started laughing at Sissy Bethany's humiliation.

Just then the organ started playing the Wedding March.  "Time to go, Sissy," I said.

"Alright, Mistress," Sissy managed to say through his tears.  "I'll be good.  Will you help me with my gown?" he asked, pointing to the garment bag.

"Oh no, Sissy.  No gown for you.  Because you misbehaved, you can be married dressed just as you are.  I'm sure your Husband/Master will enjoy seeing you wearing your sissy lingerie as you recite your vows to him.  And I'll bet some guests won't be able resist giving you a feel as you walk pass."

Sissy Bethany went pale with shock.  I handed the Sissy his bouquet and literally shoved him out the door.  "Start walking," I said pointing down the aisle.  And that's what Sissy Bethany did, slowly and shamefully walking down the aisle, wearing only his exquisite lingerie and veil, towards his future as a Sissy Slave Wife.  The guests hooted and laughed as the humiliated and half-naked Sissy walked by.



11 comments:

  1. So glad you are back, you have the best short stories!
    Kisses,
    Jackie Rose

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  2. Wonderful as always - there's something about a blushing sissy-bride!

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  3. Linda, a great story, very close to the fantasy of what I hope will happen to me soon. I would love to contact you directly, send you some photos of me in my bridal gowns, but can't figure out how to contact you. You can contact me at randimichelle@aol.com. I need so much to experience the humiliation that will come from me being posted on your wonderful blog.

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  4. I absolutely love your site .. and your stories .. and your imagination. Thank you!

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  5. How very apropriate for the complaining sissy to have to get wed like that.

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  6. Great caption. Docile, submissive bride and the image to match. Thinking of a frightened sissy bride mincing down the aisle in lingerie is too hot!

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  7. a delightfully lovely story i do so wish it chould happen to me but alas i'm a little older at 57 i wonder if these young sissies relise how fortunete they are to have there youth and be able to live this wonderful life as asissy wife

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  8. Oh Mistress. What a lovely story. I often fantasize about being transformed and sold.

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  9. Would be dizzy with fear and humiliation walking down that aisle. Bright red face.

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  10. I would find another " sissy" very small build young man or boy, turn he( she) into a pretty little flower girl!" hee hee" a very short pretty party dress?" Panties, tights, crinolines the works!" Body hair waxed off too!" hee hee" Misbehaves a sound "Spanking" on her ruffle trim nylon panties!"....... Mistress Pamela {¥}

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