Tightly Bound Bride

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Chapter One

Mary Edmonds was the perfect image of femininity as she stood in the dappled sunlight. The sun’s rays were tinted a montage of gold, green, blue and red as they streamed through the stained glass windows, and the pearls, beads and sequins on Mary’s dress glistened and sparkled like so many prisms and diamonds. Today was her wedding day, and her splendid gown accentuated the lush curves of her body. Full breasts, tapering to a tiny waist, then flaring hips which gave shape to the long skirt encircling her legs.

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Chapter Three

“I now pronounce you man and wife.” These words intruded on Cissi’s thoughts, and she realized sheepishly that she had daydreamed through the entire wedding ceremony. She smiled wistfully, happy for Mary, but regretting finally giving up the beautiful woman who had been her friend and personal slavegirl over these many months. “You may kiss the bride.” intoned the minister, and Mary happily let James take her in his strong arms. She opened her soft lips, and sighed happily as Jame’s lips met hers, and his tongue slithered insistently into the mouth that had so recently been stuffed with a harsh gag. James crushed Mary to his chest, squashing her full breasts against his chest. Mary had almost forgotten the little clips biting into her nipples, but the pressure and friction created by James’s loving embrace caused new pain, and Mary gasped softly, shivering, knees weak, giving herself fully to her man. It had been a year since they had kissed. That was the day that James turned Mary over to Cissi for training. Since then, Mary had experienced no romance, no tender kisses, no loving embraces, and no sex until Cissi had fed so greedily at her most feminine spot just minutes ago. That pleasure rekindled erotic feelings within Mary that had long been suppressed by months of isolation, sensory deprivation and harsh restraint. James broke their embrace, and held his bride at arms length. Their eyes met; his eyes shining with happiness, strength and domination, hers equally happy, but demure, shy, almost hesitant. “I belong to this man,” she thought to herself, trembling, her outward shyness masking the erotic fires burning within her, “What is he going to do to me?” Her mind raced, and her loins quivered, at the possibilities!

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