The reception was in full swing. At the head table, the groom's attendants, in their pretty pink dresses, were bound and blind-folded, and being fed like children by the bridesmaids. At the Demanden family table, Maid Madelyne was waiting on Vera. Heather sat calmly, her eyes glazed and unfocused, murmuring her mantra to herself. And Sissy Stuart was fussed over by all the ladies, clad as he was in a feminized parody of a man's tuxedo...with a short, waist-nipped jacket and pants that ended above his ankles, exposing his nylons and black patent pumps with two-inch heels.
The bride rose and called for attention. "Friends and family," Athena began, "normally at this time at a wedding reception, we would begin the traditional maneuvers with the bride's bouquet and garter. But this is not a traditional wedding. We have a different ceremony to perform to climax the celebration."
She turned to her new husband. "Belle, please stand and join my bridesmaids at the center of the floor." Obediently, the groom in his white gown followed her instruction. "Ladies," she continued, "prepare my spouse for the ceremony while I retire to prepare myself." She went into an adjoining room.
The bridesmaids bent Belle over the back of a chair, her lovely ass high in the air and tied her there. Then they detached her long gown from its bodice, exposing her ruffled panties. Then those too were removed. Her round, ample cheeks glowed in the light; her sissy-cock was hard from the humiliation of her position.
The bridesmaids lubed the shaft and she positioned it at the opening to Belle's ass-pussy. "Open wide," she said, and plunged the strap-on into that opening. She began a leisurely rhythm and the crowd took up the chant: "In...out...in...out...in...out...."
They watched as Athena's and Belle's arousals both grew and the pace of the thrusts increased: "In, out, in, out, in, out..." It was clear Belle was on the verge of orgasm.
"You do not come until I do," Athena warned, her breath ragged with arousal.
"Inoutinoutinout..." the crowd chanted in time with her thrusts.
"Now," she cried in lust, and Belle's sissy-cock exploded, the cock-cream caught in a wine glass by one of the pink-clad groom's attendants. Belle was released from her bondage and offered the glass. As she drank and licked it clean, Athena smiled.
"Belle Bottom is mine!" she declared and the crowd clinked its glasses in approval.
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