Departure

The private jet had been in the air for nearly an hour when Dorothy finally pulled you up from her lap. Your lips were swollen and shiny, throat raw from keeping her cock warm during takeoff.

She buckled you into the seat beside her and gently wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb. For a long moment, she simply looked at you — calm, almost thoughtful.

Then she spoke.

“I think it’s time you finally understood why we’re really going to Dominara, Slutcunt.”

Dorothy took your hand and placed it on her thigh, stroking your fingers as she explained.

“In Dominara, family inheritance follows very strict traditional rules. A futanari cannot fully take over her family’s estate, wealth, and power unless she is legally married to a male. It’s an old law meant to ‘balance’ the bloodline. My mother is preparing to split the family estate between me and my siblings… but she has made it very clear that I will only receive my full share if I present a husband.”

She smiled bitterly.

“My ex-husband refused to move to Dominara. He hated the culture, hated the traditions, and especially hated the idea of being known as ‘the male wife.’ So we divorced. That left me with a problem.”

Dorothy leaned in closer, her voice dropping intimately.

“I need to get married. Officially. Publicly. And it has to be to a completely broken, obedient, perfectly trained male who will never embarrass me in front of the elite families. That’s why I spent this entire summer turning you into Slutcunt.”

She reached down and gently tugged on your Prince Albert piercing through the thin dress, making you whimper.

“You’re not just my toy anymore. You’re going to be my husband. My official spouse on paper. My pretty, collared, branded little wife who exists only to warm my bed and spread his legs whenever I demand it.”

Dorothy’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.

“Once we land, we’ll go through the registration process. You will be legally renamed. You will sign away all your rights. And in two weeks, we will have a traditional Dominaran wedding ceremony in front of the most powerful futanari families in the country.”

She leaned in and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“After that… I will own you in every possible way — body, name, and soul. And I will finally claim my rightful place as head of the family.”

Dorothy slid her hand under your dress and cupped your steel cage possessively.

“So be a good girl during the flight, Slutcunt. When we land, your old life ends… and your life as my wife begins.”

She guided your head back down into her lap and slid her thick cock back between your lips.

“Now keep Mommy warm for the rest of the journey, future Mrs. Dorothy.”

The plane continued its flight toward Dominara.

Your future as her legal, collared, and publicly owned wife was only hours away.