Under Control, conclusion

Part Five:

Over the next six months, Justin became more and more feminine, truly earning the right to be called "Justine." Ms. Control changed his clothing style to silk, satin, and lace, with petticoats galore. He slowly graduated to higher and higher heels, until at last he could mince on six-inch stilettoes without fear of stumbling.

In the meanwhile, Ms. Control deepened her power over Honora as well, until the formerly dominant older woman became a pretty submissive plaything for her younger lover. Honora also began to wear prissier clothing, giving up her tight skirts and blouses for little-girlish attire. The two women shared a bed at all times, often joined by Justin, who became accomplished at bringing each of them to climax using only his tongue and lips--while he became addicted to coming when his ass-pussy was filled and stimulated. In time, he began to wear a butt-plug constantly, which only added to the enticing wiggle of his walk.

The trio became well-known in the lesbian community of town, although few knew how much a part the young "Justine" played in their sexual activity. Finally, one night, as they dined in the local gay hangout, a leading member of the community approached them. "Connie, Honora, you know the anniversary of the legalization of same-sex marriage is approaching," she began. "We'd like to celebrate the occasion by having a spectacular lesbian marriage right here in this club. I know you two are a committed couple, with a lovely ward here in Justine. Are you ready and willing to make it official as part of our celebration?"

Honora, in her now-accustomed submissive role, blushed and turned to Ms. Control. "It would, of course, be up to you, dear," she said, shyly.

"I think it's a wonderful idea," Ms. Control agreed. "And Justine can be our maid of honor." She turned to the community leader. "That is, as long as I can make all the arrangements..." The community leader readily agreed and they set a date. Ms. Control looked at her two lovers and slaves. "We will make a beautiful trio...and I know exactly what we should wear."

One month later, the club was decked out for the wedding with lots of pink and white. In a room near the back, Ms. Control looked over her companions. "You both look scrumptious. Are you wearing the appropriate accoutrements?"

"Yes, Ms. Control," Honora replied. "I have a vibrator on low deep in my pussy and my nipples are pierced."

"Yes, Ms. Control," Justin also answered. "I am using my vibrating butt-plug and my heels are locked to my feet."

"Very good! Ahh...there's the wedding march. Time for our entrance," Ms. Control announced. Justin led the way in his short pink strapless dress floating over his petticoats. As always, he carried his hands and arms in the sissy posture and his step was never longer than eight inches. Honora followed in a short frilly wedding dress with deep decolletage.

When they reached the temporary altar, a fanfare sounded and Ms. Control began her walk down the aisle, slinking in her long, sensuous ivory satin gown, the very picture of dominant lesbian power. She took her place beside Honora and the officiant began the ceremony. When it came time for the vows, they spoke the ones Ms. Control had prepared.

"I promise to be a loving, obedient, submissive partner...to never argue or defy," Honora said. "I am a pretty plaything for my partner."

And then Ms. Control said, "I promise to be a loving, demanding, dominant partner...to always maintain my authority over her and use her as my delicate plaything."

Silently, Justin went over the vows he had agreed to: "I promise to be a submissive male lesbian lover to both my partners, to be a source of arousal for them, to always obey them in all things...."

The officiant pronounced them a married couple and Ms. Control kissed them both in turn, whispering in their ears, "You may come now."

And they both did.

THE END