First, Trish needs to equip you

Trish won't let you see. You sit there, your skin prickling and your ears tuned for every possible sound. She must have paid well for this blindfold - you can't see a speck of light, not even around the edges. And your captor knows how to drive you wild. You've lost all track of time and you haven't a clue what she's been putting on you! It's probably something slutty, that voice in the back of your head calls out. Honestly it probably is. You did more or less promise you'd wear whatever she chose.

"Annnnd... there!" says Trish.

Suddenly there's light, blinding light.

"Hold still, hold on. Still got to do your makeup."

"I can handle that now."

"Not when you can't see straight. Now close your eyes again, just a bit longer. I promise."

With a sigh you do just that. As you feel the powder being brushed into place over your eyelids Trish rests her other hand on your shoulder. "That's better. That's the girl who promised to love, honor and obey me" she says, her voice on the edge of laughter.

"In sickness and in health," you reply, "but they probably meant the sniffles, not whatever kind of sickness you've got between your ears."

"Babe, where would you be without my special brand of crazy? Not happily married and fat with child!"

You find her arm and give her a solid pinch with your nails, but you also grin like an idiot. The two of you just work together. It's better than you ever had things with any of your girlfriends. You've even started to admit to yourself that it's kind of nice not being the one with a dick. When you have sex your pussy is always ready to keep going. Sure, it can get a bit sore sometimes, but it's never enough to stop you wanting more of Trish's turgid cock. She's always the one who has to give up first, unless she cheats and uses her tongue.

Speaking of tongue, she gives you a long, smoking hot kiss before drying your lips and adding your lipstick.

She takes your chin and tips your face up towards hers. "Okay - all done! Now take a guess."

"I have no fucking idea. I know you wrapped some stuff around me..."

"Yes, yes, I wanted to really surprise you!" She's so happy she's beaming. You're getting happy just from seeing her this way. "Just guess."

"Uhhh..." You wiggle your legs and feel some fabric shift differently from the rest. It seems you're wearing a skirt. "... a nurse's outfit?"

"No. But I'll put that on the list."

You roll your eyes. "A cheerleader's outfit?!?"

"Nope."

"Not a fan of cheerleaders?"

"Oh, I am. But if you want a cheer outfit you'll just have to seduce a cheerleader and let me make sure she doesn't need tight little outfits anymore."

You just start laughing. "Fine, I still don't know. It could be a denim skirt and a flannel shirt!"

"Fine, fine. Here, I though this was just right." She spins your chair around, leaving you staring at the mirror. Hot - fucking - damn! Your crazy husband/wife dressed you up in your wedding dress. Mercifully she did dress you with a bra and panties - unlike on your wedding day. It's almost more revealing, since the silky white fabric is so thin that you can see the lacy red underwear right through it.

Knew it would be something slutty! says that voice in your head. But you fight back against those treacherous thoughts - this is your wedding dress. You stand up and pose, checking out your sexy reflection. It's certainly revealing, but no, damn it, it is not slutty. It's right on the line but it's sultry. You're a girl now, you know the difference. And the thin white fabric, with all its little decorations, does a lovely job of accenting your growing belly in a stylish way.

Behind you Trish comes into view, a pair of high heels held up on one finger. You don't even bother arguing. She loves what high heels do to your ass, your legs and especially your stomach. You just finish strapping them on when Trish ambushes you from behind. "Just one more thing," she whispers. Then she distracts you by licking your ear and kissing your neck.

Once you're totally distracted she slips her hand into your panties and, for a few moments you feel something strange against your skin. "Hold still," she whispers. Then you find out what's up as Trish inserts a tampon into your sex.

"I wasn't leaking that much!" you say, feeling a little hurt.

"Not yet," she whispers. Then you feel her hand slip up the back of your skirt. "But I'm going to make this such a fun party for you." With that you feel something slippery press against your ass.

"Wait!" you try to say, but Trish is so quick that all you manage is "WAAA!"

"There we go, all set for the party," she says. Trish spins you around, bends you over backward and gives you a long, firm kiss. She looks into your eyes and says "You'll love it!"

Down below your ass has relaxed a little and your innards have shifted a little to make room for the bulbous object Trish decided you needed stuffed inside your rectum. You give her a worried little smile that she knows all too well means you're going to play along. Trish gives your ass cheeks a few good squeezes and uses her finger to push your silicone passenger a little deeper inside you.

Stopping only long enough to strip off a latex glove and toss it in the trash she leads you out the door. "Don't want to be late, do we?" she asks. Walking down the stairs in heels is enough to work that thing even further inside you. Sitting down in the car you're rather amazed that you can barely feel it anymore. Till Trish tests the remote, that is.

"Oh dear, that must have been high speed" she says, laughing like crazy after you launch yourself out of the seat.

"Trish - What the ever loving fuck are you trying?!?"

"I'll tell you later, but for now you say 'Trish knows best' to yourself. I swear, you'll thank me later."

Now you're starting to get a little pissed. Trish hardly ever pulls something like this on you, especially not around other people. There are some eager girls waiting for you to show, but are you putting up with this or not?