Mitchel's Mortifying Vows

Mitchell gave a small nod, and this face was still the same bright red that it had been for the past few minutes.

"I, Mitchell," he said quietly.

"Louder Mitchell, the people at the back can't hear you!" Rachel said, with a gentle but firm admonishment

"I, Mitchell," he said again, almost at a shout this time, before settling back into a more normal tone of voice, "take you, Slut Bitch, to be my partner in servitude. I promise to betray you, to be disloyal, and to be a soft little sissy girl, as my mistress demands."

Mitchell looked down at Tanya again, and noticed her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Tanya herself seemed to be aware of this, but the beetroot red blush on her cheeks indicated she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

"I promise to mock you for your flat chest and fat backside, and wear women's lingerie while masturbating with my micro-penis, no matter what you think. I will be my Mistress's Sissy Girl until **** do us part..."

Rachel wiped another tear from her eyes, and broke out into applause, only slightly drowned out by the raucous laughter and jeering that was coming from the assembled witnesses.