I Am the Bride Act 01 Scene 01

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Act I: Tipping Point

Scene 1: Blow by Blow

– By Loveforgirlieboy © 2015

Edited by shygirlwhore and copperskink


October 12th Thursday evening.

My eyes open in a flash.

I must have fallen asleep.

I bat my eye lashes; they have always been too long.

I feel cool air on my skin. The AC must have kicked on. Not good. I am nearly naked.

I look like an oversexed Christmas present. My body is wrapped in pink ribbons. A pink bow rests on my lower back an inch or two from my crack. My nipples, crack, balls, and penis are all hidden. My long, wavy, auburn hair flows down my back with small curls. The shorter strains held with black hair clips.

I pivot my neck to spy the office that I am inside of. I didn't take much time to look around when I entered and undressed.

I look down at the hard surface beneath me. I lie upon a large oak desk with a smooth, glossy, granite top. Aside from a small, red and gold pillow, I am uncomfortable. I look down at the floor to see a large, gold-trimmed, brown and green tapestry lying in front of the desk.

The flooring consists of a dark-stained wood tile.

In front of me is a large, single window and below it rests a long book shelf covered with small antique Chinese statues. I remember taking the liberty of looking out the window while I undressed. Outside was a terrific view of San Francisco, from the hills.

The wall to my right is outlined with two small, stained cedar tables with single glass tops. On each of the cedar tables is a stunning gold and purple Tiffany lamp, adorned with Chinese-styled art. In-between the cedar tables are two small mahogany chairs with black leather cushions.

Hanging from the wall to my left is a large mirror with chrome trim and gold flowers engraved into its glass near its borders. Next to the mirror is a tall, gray, metal filing cabinet. With all of the décor in this room, that one work-unit seems out of place.

By the corner to my far right of the room is the door from which I entered.

Behind me is a large, brown, leather chair.

TO MYSELF: "All of this luxury sits in one room of a three-story house in the hills above 'The City'? Who is the mistress for which I wait? What kind of woman is she? How does she afford such things?"

TO MYSELF: "Why did she ask me to lay here?"

I hear a click. I turn my head to my right to see her walk in.

My mistress walks in the door and finds me lying where she expected. She smiles. She has a look of desire and appreciation in her eyes.

HER: "Hello, Bitch."

ME: "Hello, Brandy."

HER: "Did you wait long?"

She turns to face the door.

I lie.

ME: "No."

With a life of its own, her long, shiny black hair sways an inch above her round, sculptured ass, while she closes the door. Her pants seem stretched; they hug every curve. She turns back to face me. Spotting her unsightly bulge, I restate my previous claim.

TO MYSELF: "Dear god!"

She walks further into the room on my right side. I hear her footsteps on the wooden tile floor as she leaves the tapestry. She walks beside me carrying a medium-sized black bag.

HER: "Have a hard time finding the place?"

She turns on one lap. Then another.

ME: "Yeah. I keep getting lost."

I hear her placing some objects behind me. I can't see what they are.

HER: "It can be daunting, especially at night."

From behind me, she walks around my left side. She turns on one lamp. Then another.

HER: "Do you like my house?"

ME: "Yes. It looks like something out of a—hhuuuaaaa—nnaaa."

I feel several sharp points tease the soles of my feet. My breath catches in my throat.

She caresses my calves. Her touch is warm and gentle. Her fingers squeeze my feminine thighs. Her hands slide down between my thighs and then back up on them in circular motions. Every time her hands move up she squeezes my thigh muscles.

She repeats this pattern of movements a few times. Every time she repeats the pattern of movement she gets a little closer to my butt.

HER: "I love your short, girlish frame."

At the end of what I expected to be another circle, her hands glide up onto my butt cheeks. Her hands squeeze my cheeks and pull them apart.

ME: "Ahhhh—ooooh."

Her fingers play with the ribbons that bind me. I hear her flicking their curls like a cat testing a new toy before batting it across the floor.

TO MYSELF: "Will she open the present or will she ravage me unwrapped?"

One finger daringly slides down my butt crack. She wiggles her finger back and forth. Her finger slides against the insides of both cheeks.

A severe shiver of white-knuckle pleasure flows through my body. I shake involuntarily. My penis grows slightly and quivers. My anticipation heightens.

She speaks in a monotone voice as if rehearsing lines before an interview.

HER: "Where is the key I gave you?"

I feel her other hand tease the bow that rests above my lower back. I nod my head to my left.

ME: "Over there."

She pulls her finger from my crack. A sigh of disappointment leaves my mouth.

ME: "ahhhnnnaa...hhaaa...with my things."

HER: "Hmm."

I tilt my head to see her standing next to my left side. Her left hand is at her side.


I feel a finger slide between my cheeks.

ME: "aaahh"

My anticipation is killing me. I hate being teased.

I feel her finger wiggle back and forth. She flicks the opening of my girlie-hole. The sudden sensation against my most private area causes me to rotate my hips in a vain attempt to escape my embarrassment.

She flicks my girlie-hole again. I flinch.

ME: "emmeefff"

With her finger dancing between my cheeks, she leans down towards my face. I look into her shiny black orbs and see my reflection.

HER: "Are you ready?"

I begin to reply, but she silences me by placing her lips on mine. Her kiss is sweet, warm, and inviting.

She pulls back from me before I have a chance to taste her saliva.

I sighed.

ME: "Yesss, Brandy. I am ready."

HER: "Didn't we agree that you would call me 'Mistress'?"

ME: "Yes. Yes, Mistress—gggaahhhhhhh."

The finger that was teasing my sweet hole slides inside without warning. Slowly her finger sinks deeper and deeper. I feel her knuckles push down between my cheeks. My penis grows bigger.

HER: "Be a proper bitch, and I will reward you".

She raises her left hand to show me a large, dark, red paddle. Outlining the paddle's width are little pink hearts that stand out to form smooth bumps. At the center of the paddle is a gold extrusion of the letters, 'G-I-R-L', in all capital letters. The reaction shown in my facial expression is too honest.

HER: "If not, I will punish you—without mercy. That was the agreement in our contract, correct?"

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

HER: "Good girl, Lindsay."

ME: "Lindsay?"

HER: "I will no longer refer to you by your real name. I will only refer to you as a 'little girl', 'bitch' or by your new name, 'Lindsay'."

ME: "Why did you choose, 'Lindsay', Mistress?"

With her eyes on mine, she pulls her finger from my ass and steps back from me.

ME: "Ahhha"

HER: "It's a good name for a bitch."

I blush a little darker and look away from her gaze. From the corner of my eye I see her smile.

She walks farther from me. She stops and stands near the center of the tapestry.

Like a hunter watching every move of her prey, she watches my reaction as she unbuttons her sweater. She breathes slowly, her eyes on me; in a trance, she holds me in suspense.

With her dark eyes on mine she takes off her white blouse to reveal that she has no bra on. Her breasts glisten as if she had a hard day at the office.

Without bending her upper body or leaning against anything, she raises her left her leg. She removes her left shoe. Effortlessly she does the same with the other. She tosses them aside. Her sense of balance is fantastic.

She unbuttons her dress pants. Her long, brown legs effortlessly flow from her off-white slacks. Her man-cock stretches the delicate lace, bikini-cut panties.

Without making a sound, she removes her panties. Without leaning or stooping, one leg raises into the air. and then the other.

I blush darker and turn my head when her long, black snake swings free.

I turn my head back towards her to find her gracefully walking toward me. Her cock points at my face.

She stops with her manhood a few inches from my mouth. With a final step in my direction, she closes the distance.

Her dark shaft points at my mouth.

I can smell a light perfume from her body.

HER: "Look down at it. Memorize its shape."

I look down. Her swollen head is purple. Angry black veins run the length of her man-cock. They add to its width.

HER: "Looks hungry, doesn't it?"

I blush.

HER: "Over the course of this weekend, you are going to become acquainted with its features."

Her man-cock pulse and lifts upward, tapping the bottom of my nose. A drip of precum flows forward and glistens.

HER: "Kiss it."

Slowly, I push my lips against its head. I plant my lips on the urethra. A faint taste enters my mouth.

HER: "Lick it."

Timidly, I extrude my tongue. I brush my tongue against the bottom of the head and follow a straight path up to it's urethra I taste her precum. I shiver in excitement.

HER: "Are you a horny bitch?"

I turn from her as my face reddens.

She grabs my chin and gently turns my face back towards her manly penis. Her penis is against my lips.

HER: "Are you?"

ME: "Yes."

HER: "What are you?"

With every word my lips brush the tip of her man-cock

ME: "I am a horny bitch."

HER: "Good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and say 'please'."

ME: "Pleaz---gguggom."

Still holding onto my chin, she quickly inserts her giant cock into my mouth. With my hands and feet tied in ribbons, I can only submit.

The head of her cock slides against my tongue. I taste the skin of her cock. I twist my tongue around its width. Not an easy task. Its large diameter is much greater than my small tongue.

She removes some of her length. She pushes it back in.

HER: "Mmm."

I feel her hands on my back and my shoulders. She massages my shoulders; her touch relaxes me.

I continue to lick her love tool. My lips glide over its surface as she rapes my mouth.

I feel the head of her cock enter my throat. I gag and cough.

HER: "Don't worry, little girl; you'll get used to it. But for now, let's make this easier."

Leaning over me, using her hands to push and pull my body, she rolls me onto my back. I hold my head up and look up at her towering beauty. She looks down at me and smiles.

HER: "Lindsay, let your head rest on the edge."

She places something soft under my head.

She places one hand on my chest. She guides her cock toward my mouth. I open my mouth. She enters. My penis jolts as the width of her cock sides between my lips.

Her cock enters my throat. I swallow her girth. Her nails gently rake my flesh. She seems pleased with my throat. I continue to swallow her man-cock.

I lick the base of her cock as she pushes the rest of it into my mouth.

Her balls come to rest against my nose. I breathe in the scent of her dark sack. Her smell is exhilarating. I lick her balls.

HER: "hhe...ahh"

Gently she pulls out so that only her head remains between my lips. I lick and suck her head. I taste more of her fluids entering my mouth.

She pushes it back inside. Keeping a slow pace, she fucks my mouth and throat. Her fingers pinch my nipples. With her other hand, she caresses my face. She massages my shoulders and fucks my mouth.

She picks up pace. She isn't pulling out very far anymore. I do my best to lick her shaft as it enters and exits my throat. Her hips shake. I taste a lot of precum. Her cock hardens and grows very hot.

Her hips shake, again. She places both hands onto the sides of my head.

HER: "GOD! Lindsay! Swallow!"

Hot fluid shoots down my throat. Her balls bang against my nose and cheeks.

HER: "AAAHHHHHH!"

More hot fluid races into my throat.

HER: "AAAHHHHHHAHHAHHAHHH!"

Another shot of hot liquids.

For a short time, she leans against the desk and my body. She breathes heavily. Her hands rest on my stomach.

Slowly, her cock goes limp in my mouth. After taking a few more short breaths, she stands erect and regains her composure.

HER: "Clean it and milk it."

I use my tongue to clean her shaft. She moves her back and forth cock in my mouth. I squeeze her shaft with my lips. I taste her semen flowing into my mouth.

As she pulls her rod from my lips, I swallow.

I lick her rod a few times. She smacks my face with her cock.

HER: "What does a proper bitch say after she has been fed?"

Impatiently waiting for an answer, she continues to smack my face with her dick.

ME: "Thank you...for your cum...Mistress."

It's hard to speak when you are being dick-slapped.

HER: "You are welcome. Lindsay is a good bitch."

She continues slapping my face with her dick.

HER: "What did I say?"

ME: "I am a good bitch, Mistress."

She chuckles and walks away.

HER: "Yes. You are."

Walking around me she grabs my wrists.

She pulls me into a sitting position.

She pulls me off of the desk.

HER: "Stand."

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

She walks around her desk. I hear a drawer opening.

She returns with a pair of scissors. She snips here and there. I spent a lot of time trying to properly tie my body and look great for her. She undoes all of my work in a few seconds.

She leads me around her desk and faces me toward the desk. She drops the scissors into an open drawer next to me. She reties each hand at either side of my body, allowing for some slack between them.

HER: "Stay. Do not turn around."

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

I can hear her rummaging through a plastic bag. But I can't see what she is doing.

TO MYSELF: "Why shouldn't I turn around? What shouldn't I see?"

My curiosity almost gets the best of me, but she walks back around, facing me.

TO MYSELF: "My eyes are the same height as her nipples."

I look up to her face to see her smiling down at me. She cups my face with her hands. She bends down. I close my eyes.

I feel her lips on mine. He kiss is warm and wet. She slides her hands down my shoulders. Her hands continue down my rib cage. Her tongue enters my mouth. I feel her hands on my hips. She moves her hands around to my ass. Her tongue dominates my tongue with swirling movements and brushing strokes. She squeezes my butt cheeks. One of her fingers slides down my crack.

She removes her lips from mine. I open my eyes. She looks into my eyes. I feel like a puppy dog in her arms. Her finger slides up and then back down, pushing inward just an inch. I feel her finger come dangerously close to my...

ME: "nnneeeeeeaaaaah"

I lost my train of thought.

HER: "Sit down. Slowly."

That same finger slides back up.

With both of her hands back on my hips, she guides me back onto her chair. Suddenly, I feel something wet and soft but hard poke my left ass cheek.

I had no idea that a large dildo was waiting for my boy-pussy. I try to stand up, but her hands force me down.

She moves my hips to the right. I feel the tip of the dildo kiss my anus. The tip of the dildo enters my little hole. I blush.

She slides her hands down to my cheeks and pulls them apart. She slides her hands in farther. She uses her fingers to spread my anus.

TO MYSELF: "I am going to be impaled on one of her joy toys!"

The realization makes me shiver.

HER: "Down."

I relax my legs and ease myself down onto her toy cock. The dildo rudely enters my ass. I squeal.

ME: "eehhhh"

HER: "Sit"

I sit all of the way down on the chair. The dildo continues to enter my body. Simultaneously, my cheeks land on the chair's cold leather and the total length of the dildo finds its home inside of me. I take a few deep breaths and I adjust to its width.

HER: "Good girl. Don't move."

She walks to filing cabinet. On top is her little black bag.

She returns with a long, golden, narrow rod in one hand. On one end is a small loop upon which a string is tied.

She squats in front of me. Her giant, black, erect penis points up at me. Its head is a beautiful shade of purple. The sight of that black monster embarrasses me. I turn my head so I don't have to see it. However, I can't seem to keep my gaze from it. I peek back down at its beautiful form. I yearn for it to be in my mouth, again. I unconsciously wet my lips and swallow.

She gently grabs my penis with one hand.

HER: "Pay attention to me."

I look up with a start. She is staring into my eyes.

HER: "Later, you will get more of my cock in your mouth—and then in your little pussy. But right now, I want you to listen to me and follow instructions."

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

HER: "Lift."

HER: "Lift", she repeats.

With my hands still tied I can only use my legs. I lift myself up a few inches. A portion of the dildo slides out of me. I do my best to hold myself up.

HER: "Drop."

I drop back down. The dildo's total length reenters my body.

HER: "Good. Do it, again. Up."

I lift myself up a few inches.

HER: "Down."

I drop back down.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. Each time I lift and drop I impale myself with this dildo.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. My penis is sliding in and out of her clenched hand. My penis is growing in size.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down. I unconsciously grip the dildo with my anus. The shaft digs into my anus. My love doughnut is getting very warm.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: "Do it again."

"My ass is getting hot mistress."

HER: "Good."

ME: "Why is that?"

HER: "There is no need for me to explain anything to you. That was stated in our agreement, correct?"

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

HER: Complete trust."

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

Little did I know that she coated the dildo with anal fire oil.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

She passionately kisses me. She slides her tongue into my mouth. I smell her breath. I taste her saliva. I trace her tongue with mine. I place my tongue into her mouth.

She backs away with a displeased look. Before I have a chance to ask, she squeezes my penis with a strong grip. I gasp at the severe discomfort.

HER: "You do not put anything into my mouth. Not your tongue nor your little weenie."

HER: "I place things into your mouth. If something goes into my mouth that is because I place it there. Understand?"

I squeal.

ME: "Yes, Mistress."

HER: "Good."

She relaxes her grip.

HER: "Do it again."

I lift myself up a few inches. And then I drop back down.

HER: "Do it again."

HER: "Do it again."

HER: "Do it again."

HER: "Do it again."

HER: "Do it again."

I continue to rise up into her hand and fall back down, while gripping the dildo with my anus.

The heat us still increasing.

HER: "Do it again."

A powerful sensation develops on my balls and penis.

ME: "My penis...make me cum."

She grips my penis very tightly. It hurts.

ME: "Ahhhh—ahhhh. It hurts."

HER: "You don't make commands. If you want to make a request, then learn how to make a request like a proper bitch."

ME: "But..."

HER: "Listen carefully. You are my bitch. I am going to dominate, rape, and own you like a whore. If you are lucky, I will share you with my friends."

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