It would seem not

The evening meal is coming to an end. Amongst all the socializing that you and Cassie have had to do with all your family and friends who arrived at the venue the night before, you've hardly had a chance to speak to each other.

"This is it then." You say to her, when you finally get a chance. "The next time we see each other will be at our wedding."

Cassie replies by kissing you on the lips. "I love you."

There's a double meaning here. You both have two things on your mind: the momentous moment you're about to share together as you say your vows and profess your undying love, and also, the fact that Cassie is off to have a masturbation session with her best friend.

This is so fucked up.

And, as you know all too well, and Cassie will find out from Amanda in the morning, there's more.

You don't get to witness Cassie's session with Amanda, and since you're now not supposed to communicate with Cassie until you see her walk down the aisle, you don't yet have a chance to ask her how it went. You can imagine, though, and that's good enough for now.

You don't need porn for tonight's masturbation session.

Alone in bed, you get a surprisingly good night's sleep before your big day. You can only hope that after her final teasing session, Cassie was able to get at least some shut eye too.

Cassie walks down the aisle, arm in arm with her uncle in his late brother's stead, to a very traditional wedding hymn. Her family will appreciate that.

She smiles at you from beneath her veil, and you beam back. It's impossible not to when met by the sight of the love of your life in a wedding dress.

She's so beautiful.

In fact, everyone is smiling. Everyone you love in the world is here, come to witness this joyous moment in your lives.

For a moment, you forget about all the **** stuff.

For a moment.

Cassie arrives at the front. The officiator instructs you both on where to stand. And it begins.

Deep inside Cassie's pussy, the remote controlled vibrator turns on. A low, setting, of course - it would ruin everything if she orgasmed. She looks at you, and at your hand in your pocket. Her expression doesn't even flicker. Damn, she's good.

Is she enjoying this?

You understand the blackmailer's intentions with this part of the plan. It's to make sure that Cassie can't find a way to forget about what she's really promising to right now - a life without vaginal stimulation.

The next ten minutes pass painfully slowly for you, as readings are given by your selected friends and family. You wonder how slowly they pass for Cass.

Thinking about what nobody else does, about what's buzzing away inside her at this most sacred of events, begins to turn you on. You start to feel sorry for yourself, that your special moment is being dirtied by these thoughts. It's distracting you from the actual ceremony you've been looking forward to for years.

Next, you feel guilty about feeling sorry for yourself. You are not the one who has spend the last week being edged, taken to the brink of insanity over and over, and who now has to keep a straight face in front of everyone who's anyone to her. If this is **** for you, what is it for her?

Finally it's over, and it's time to read your vows. You do pretty well considering the different layers of stress surrounding this moment, only tripping over one word. Everyone's still smiling. To them, this is perfectly normal wedding day nerves.

Cassie's vows come next. They're sweet, gentle and beautiful, just like her, but her voice is so damned shaky. Everyone must think she's about to cry, but in reality she's just sleep deprived and **** to cum. Poor girl.

Not long now, Cass.

The final moments. The bit where you have to both say "I will" over and over. Again, you're first. Then when you're done, Cassie goes next. Soon enough, she's on the final one.

"I will."

"Thank you, Cassandra. Congratulations: you are now husband and wife."

CLICK

You turn the vibrator off. The sensation in her pussy suddenly goes dead. That's it - the last sexual stimulation her honeypot may ever experience again, as far as she's concerned. The announcement of your legal union is also the herald of the **** of her pussy's relevance in her life.

The room fills with celebratory cheers and applause, as if taunting her.

"You may now kiss the bride."

You move in for a polite kiss.

The horny devil grabs the back of your neck and sticks her tongue down your throat.