It wasn't an ordinary Sunday, my sister's wedding was today. And it wasn't set to be an ordinary wedding either, today she was marrying the love of her life, Vanessa. The two of them had been DATING for years, and now they were finally set, and her "groom" had even asked me to be the best man. I accepted, though truth be told I didn't know Vanessa that well, but I wanted to support my sister.
The first signs of things going wrong were when two bridesmaids apparently couldn't make it, the two left came up to me when they found out. Stephani and Claire were friends of my sister, and I knew them both well enough, but what they had to ask surprised me.
"A bridesmaid? Me?" I took a step away from them just out of shock alone.
"I knoooow!" Stephani looked like she could cry at any second. "We really really need you for this Luke! You know how Vanessa is, evens and odds and all that!!"
"Symmetry." Claire chimed in, adjusting her glasses. "It's nothing spectacular, Luke, just wearing different clothing and standing on the other side of the steps."
"Different clothing, meaning...."
"A bridesmaid dress, yeah." Claire was all matter of factly in everything she said.
"You'll look so cute in it too!" Steph wasn't helping.
"Aren't all the other groomsmen, you know, women? Couldn't they do it?" I didn't want to flat out refuse and be blamed for ruining the ceremony, but doing this in front of my sister and her friends was just unthinkable.
"They're Vanessa's friends! You know, the...." Steph leaned in, whispering "Lesbiaaaans" like it was some kind of forbidden word. She probably meant well, just didn't know how to express it.
"And?" I asked her, folding my arms.
"And they wouldn't wear a frilly dress like this for all the money in the world." Claire grabbed one of my wrists, Stephani took the other. "Now come on, this won't take a moment!"
As they started to drag me, I lamented being shorter than either of them, until soon I was pulled into the women's dressing room. Looking around I saw Four bridesmaid dresses, though one was now put away. I grimaced. "Where's Lucy?" I asked, rubbing my wrists after they released me.
"Getting her makeup done." They said at the same time. Looking around, I noticed the bride's dress still in the corner. Looking back, I probably should have seen something wrong then and there.
"Alright, so what comes next?" A firm hand placed itself on my shoulder, a shadow looming over me along with dark black hair that fell in front of my face.
"Now we get you dressed!" Vanessa was already in her tux, her long black hair in my face as she looked down at me, I pulled away in surprise and shook off the shock.
"Thanks for agreeing to help, Lukey, I'll see you after you're all dressed." With a wink to the girls, Vanessa walked out of the room, leaving a small box on the makeup table. She always made me feel uncomfortable. Supposedly bi, I always felt like she was staring at me when my back was turned. I know me and Lucy looked a lot alike, maybe that was what it was?
"Well, let's get started, Luke~" Steph turned me around again, unbuttoning my shirt while Claire went over some dress materials or something behind her. "You know, I think she likes you~" Stephani was way too bubbly for me, the way she kept shoving her chest at me as she helped me get out of my clothes didn't help either.
"What are you talking about? Vanessa? Don't be weird, Steph." I took off my shoes and undid my belt, Claire coming up as she took them away.
"No, she's right you know. Vanessa has a thing for you, Luke, why do you think she's always giving you those stares, teasing you... it's so obvious." She and Steph shared a smile. I felt a little red in the face, turning from them and suddenly losing the desire to remove my pants...
"I... she's marrying my sister for god's sake!" I shook my head, closing my eyes out of embarrassment, while the two of them came up to me.
"I don't know about that." Stephs hands went to my pants, unbuttoning them and undoing the fly while Claire came up behind me, hands on my shoulders and leaning in.
"We have a little surprise for you, Lukey." Steph took off my boxers, her finger brushing against my now stiff member, Claire tightening her grip around me as I began to lose my balance and fall into her.
"Wha... what are you talking about...?!" Steph stood up, throwing the last of my clothing aside and coming up inches from my face, shoving a pair of panties into my mouth. I yelped into the soft fabric, seeing her reach for the box behind her, taking a pair of black pantyhose from it and shoving them in my mouth as well. The pairs were held firmly by Claire as Steph wrapped some tape around my mouth, finishing the gag with a peck on my lips. "Shh, you'll ruin the surprise, silly~"
I struggled against Claire's hold but she just dug her fingers into my sides, pinning my arms down. "Mmph!" I protested in pain. "Oh quit being such a baby" Claire said flatly, turning to Stephani. I then noticed Stephani was wheeling over a stockade of sorts. I tried to struggle but the pair picked my light body with relative ease, and placed my ankles in two of the holes, bending my arms behind my head to be held in another set of stocks. The thick wood was clamped down on my limbs and clicked shut, but that didn't stop me from struggling.
"Stop complaining, you couldn't even get out of my hold.." Claire was, of course, right. this was really thick wood. I doubt my scrawny ass could break it with a hammer. I tried to twist my arms to test it when suddenly I was forced to jerk them by Stephani tickling my feet.
"MMMMPH!" I squirmed and she stopped. "Come on, I wanna put the polish on you already!" Stephani complained, enjoying herself too much. I surrendered myself and just kept still. "Good boy." she smiled at me and took the brush out when another tickling finger made me jump in place, this time on my armpit. Stephani looked at me angrily as I did the same to Claire. She just stood there, pretending to be removed from this situation.
"Claire, help me paint his nails" eight thick spongey objects were soon pushed between my toes, spreading and immobilizing them while the cool wet polish was gently brushed on my nails. I wiggled and watched them do their jobs, mmphing at them whenever I thought they touched my skin. After a couple of times Claire stood up and pinched my face sharply, digging in nails as she glared. "Stay quiet, will you?" I did. For a while later I they kept applying the polish and waiting for it to dry, applying two even layers on each of my 20 nails. Stephani then sat on my lap and held my legs down, slowly grinding her ass against my cock to tease me..
"Now then," Steph told me, poking my nose with her finger, "Onto the legs and arms." She smiled while claire helped me lay fully onto my back, stretching out my arms and legs as she did, the stockings making me feel stiff as you could imagine. The pair took out a set of razors, and in moments all the hair below my neck was shaved away, not much to cut anyway it seemed. Afterwards, they both took out the next part of my ensemble; white satin gloves that went up past my elbows, and white thigh high stockings. It's weird; I always thought brides didn't want the bridesmaids in white. Unlocking the stocks at last, the new cloths slithered up my skin quickly, much to my shame.
"You don't seem to be minding it one bit." Claire said with a coy smile, Steph poking at my hard member playfully. "Next we have a very special surprise to go along with your new outfit...." Claire pinned my arms down again, Steph sitting on my legs as she took out a brown box.
"Just to make sure you don't get any funny ideas..." She took out something that took a moment for me to figure out. A metal kind of underwear? A chastity belt. I flinched, shaking my head no, only to have the pair of them shake their heads yes in response. It was very decorated, shined steel and painted GOLD ornaments and trim, but the thickness of it was very real. They forced it on, ignoring my tears at the pain, until it locked in place with a click. At its front was a GOLD heart with a keyhole, the matching gold key hanging off Stephs neck, while my member was forced to a painful half-hard position. "You should be grateful, now Stephani can't rub at you so much"
Claire let go of my arms for a little while and my hands quickly drifted to the metal belt. It was as stiff as it looked, and the gold bumps felt very smooth through the thick silky gloves. I tried to move it but it was perfectly glued to my skin, every curve hugging my body so tight it wouldn't move a millimeter in any direction. "Mmmph..." I remembered I was gagged and reached for my lips. I didn't like where this is going and was ready to just walk out of the room when Stephani grabbed my wrists. "Naughty naughty, you can't take your gag off, it's part of your dress." She cooed. That moment my wrists were pulled behind my back roughly by Claire who tied them palm to palm behind my shoulder blades. She wrapped more ropes, tying my forearms to my biceps and leaving them painfully forced behind my neck. Meanwhile, Stephani finished strapping my thighs together with white leather belts and hobbling my ankles with white leather cuffs connected by a matching strap.
Stephani stood up and cheered. "Make up time!" The two of them set to work on my eyes. Each stood at her own side and applied eye shadow, liner and mascara to each eye. They had two of each make up item, and worked quickly. After that they painfully went over my eyebrows, trimming them a little. "MMPH!" I never had a big pair but they still brought the tweezers to them quite harshly, making my flinch every time. Claire smiled then went and untaped my gag, but before I could even ponder pushing the stuffing out another pair of hands stuffed a third cloth into my mouth and held it in with 2 strong fingers. The girl stayed silent behind me, holding my head so I couldn't see her until the foundation, powder and blush were all applied, followed by light pink lipstick.
Stephani brought over a small mirror to show me their handiwork. I could now see who it was "You look amazing, baby brother!" Lucy! It looked like there were two of her in the mirror. It was like we were proper identical twins now. "You see, Lukey" she paused to giggle, "we decided to have you switch with me!" I tried to move, to hide myself and get away, but the bindings held me in place and my mmmphs were just ignored. The thick stuffing was stuck inside so firmly I had no time to work it out before a latex mask was wrapped around my face and neck, pushing the wad deeper inside as it hugged my face snuggly. I kept struggling but the binds all over me made escape completely impossible. What does she mean switch with her!?
Lucy laced up the mask behind me, making the neck brace hold my head in place. "You look confused, and gagged; it's good look for you!" She smiled, my cock pressing against the belt achingly. Lucy stood in front of me, my twin sister and spitting image, sans the obvious differences. I've always looked a little girly. You could say I look like my sister more than she looks like me. Rather small, both of us thin with neck length blonde hair and fairer skin, but since she came out first she always called me baby brother, and always teased me. "I'll explain it for you, baby brother.... truth is, me and Vanessa have decided to be friends." She shrugged, apparently not angry about it. "I guess I'm not submissive enough to be with a dominant woman like that, or maybe we're looking for new experiences, but either way things have changed... and I promised to help her get you into bed first thing to prove we're still friends." My cock twitched, the girls giggling as I struggled in vain. "Looking forward to it?" My sister said with a smile, "The whole wedding was a trap for you, sorry to trick you, but we all know what a little sissy you really are.... this was the only way to get you to give into that, let go off all that silly shame you got baby brother." She stepped away, pulling her.. no, my WEDDING DRESS off its rack "Now let's get you ready for your wedding, Lukey~!"
I shook my head stiffly and hopelessly struggled, but I was going nowhere bound like this, especially not with 3 girls who could easily take me down even if I was free. That didn't mean I was going to resign to my fate, helpless as i may be. I kept trying to somehow shake the white ropes off as Stephani and Claire lifted my legs then my butt so Lucy could slide the dress up to my chest. I couldn't see quite well, but i could feel the entire top half of the dress was a thick sturdy corset, coated with the same soft satin as my gloves. "Breathe out, baby sis" Lucy instructed and soon pulled on the corset's strings with Claire's help. The pair pressed their feet to my back then pulled harder, pushing the air out of my lungs as I groaned. Way too tight for me it squeezed my chest and belly in farther than they ever went before, and if that wasn't enough it got my elbows too. I couldn't move my arms at all anymore! "Mmmmph!!" Sis just smiled and pushed a bouquet into my wiggling fingers and used some sort of ribbon to tie all my fingers down, interlaced together and locking the flowers into my hands.
Sis and Claire finally let me go for a second and regain my composure. A loud screeching sound was made when I dragged my feet closer. I shuffled them a bit to see Stephani put a pair of a white ballet shoes on my feet, they forced me to practically stand on my toes. That is if I could stand at all. Claire then went to work on my hair, seeming amazingly skilled at that. At least I guess, I couldn't look back with that thing on my neck. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my right nipple. My eyes darted around to see Stephani's arm slide a scary looking metal clamp and shutting it onto my other nipple. I didn't even realize my nipples were exposed until now, the new metal loop piercings hurting like hell while she tugged just a little.
"I think he's done!" Stephani cheered, clapping her hands and bouncing a little.
"No. Wait. I'm still working." Claire insisted as Stephani brought over a mirror to show me my face. I didn't cry yet, but the make up seemed to be resistant to my beads of sweat so nothing would stall this wedding now. I could see Claire still meticulously working on my hair.
"Naah it's fine, Claire. Did you put everything on?" Lucy asked them. I saw a look of horror creep onto Stephani's face "The something blue! There's nothing blue in her gag!" "There's something blue between his legs..." Claire grinned coyly at me as she said this, and she wasn't wrong... Lucy giggled at Claire's comment as Stephani approached her and gave Claire a deep kiss, leaving her a little shocked.
I could hear Stephani giggle and the noises of the two girls getting dressed. "Come on, let's give the girls some privacy" Lucy smiled as she slid my legs along a metal bar. The cold metal was squeezed between my legs and the leather straps, sliding smoothly along my stockings until it reached my butt. I then realized this was one area where the belt didn't fully protect me, as I could feel the round tip being pressed against my asshole, almost entering it. I protested muffledly, but I knew these heels were as high as could be - there was no way I could push myself away from this awkward intruder. I was then blindfolded and just left there.
I spent long minutes like that, hearing the 3 girls get dressed, making many giggles, groans and buckle sounds while I stood there like a store mannequin, crying over my aching toes. My frequent begs and protests went unnoticed. I was scared. I didn't want to get married, and Vanessa was damn scary. After the torturous wait I felt my body gently pushed. I figured I was on some wheeled platform. Finally Lucy removed my blindfold and wiped my tears with a soft silk napkin.
"Little brother is excited about his wedding" she cooed. I wanted to shake my head. Excited nothin, I was petrified! Lucy just stood there, wearing a red chiffon dress that looked gradually more dominant the higher up you looked, featuring a sturdy yet feminine corset and thick looking elbow gloves. Stephani and Claire were in the bridesmaid dresses, at least I think they were. They were nothing like the frilly dresses from before; ball gags were hanging around their necks, they were in arm binders, and straps and latex defined most of the dresses, which hugged their curvy legs firmly, allowing for only the smallest of movements required to keep balance.
"It's a surprise wedding after all," Claire said, walking to the altar to get into position, "So our dresses need to be appropri- mmmph?!" One of the groomsmen, a very tall and buxom friend of Vanessa's, came up behind clair and locked her gag into place while another did the same to Stephani, "Shhhh, it's a surprise for you two, too!" They said, picking the bridesmaids up and putting them into place. Claire kicked about, apparently not looking forward to what the "groomsmen" had in mind after the ceremony, Stephani looked much more excited though...
Pulled by my nipple clamps to the altar by my sister, here comes the bride playing in the background, I was led to Vanessa, long hair tied behind her in a ponytail as she smiled at me. The reading the words was someone who I could only assume to be another friend of Vanessas, a very young and very flamboyant priest who couldn't help but smile at our looks... everyone in here seemed to be in on my little trap.
My "vows" were read for me, and while I didn't pay too much attention to them as I struggled in place, "Promise to be a good wife and to love and to serve my beloved Vanessa" were somewhere in there. Finally, the big moment came.
"Vanessa Vino, do you take Lukey to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked her.
"I most certainly do." She smiled at me like a lion might to an antelope it had cornered. I shivered a little, my cock aching as it pressed against my belt.
"And do you, Little Lukey, take Vanessa as your Mistress?" It took a moment, and a strong glare from my "husband" for me to shamefully "mmph" into my owner's old pantyhose.
Vanessa took a steel collar from a groomsman; pink with Lukey written into it, locking it in place. Hanging off of it was a key, which I prayed would unlock the belt before I exploded.
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I was layed down on the big bridal bed in our suite, watching Mistress undo my neck corset and slide it off from under my new collar, fishing out my soaked gag.
She smiled warmly at me. "Lukey..."
"Va.. Vanessa.." I stared frightenedly at her, but she just smiled. "I..." I was cut short by a rubber cock being slid into my mouth and strapped around my head. I mewled meekly.
Vanessa took the key to my belt off my neck and smiled, starting my first night as a married slave.
