The Wedding Dress

"He should give her the wedding dress!" the woman shouted, before breaking out into drunken laughter. Several others in the crowd quickly latched on to this idea as well.

"Yeah, give her the wedding dress!"

"Give it to her!"

"Be a man for once!"

Rachel waved her hands to restore some semblance of order, as Mitchell looked on worriedly. Then, after giving the impression of a few moments consideration, Rachel turned to face Mitchell.

"Well, the crowd has spoken, and youshould give her something... so..." Rachel teased out her proclamation for a few more minutes, "off with the dress!"

The mob roared its approval, and Mitchell hesitated for a few moments before realizing the futility of resistance. Slowly, he turned to face the audience, and Rachel took one step down, and undid the dress zip at the back. Then, with some wriggling and grunting, Mitchell began to pull the wedding dress down his chest and to his waist.

As he did so, the crowd broke out into laughter again as a lacy white bra - part of a frilly wedding lingerie set - hovered into view.

"He's wearing a bra too!" one drunken partygoer called out, stating the obvious but getting a reaction from his friends anyway.

Mitchell clenched his jaw, as a new wave of humiliation swept over him. He continued to roughly shove the dress down his waist and hips though, and once he managed to get it past his hips, a pair of matching panties now peeked over and were displayed to the jeering masses.

Another roar of mocking approval greeted that revelation.

As the dress finally dropped to the floor, the full state of Mitchell's lingerie was revealed to the crowd. Matching bra and panties were complemented by white fishnet stockings, and Mitchell stood with his hands clasped over this crotch as he stepped out of the dress and let Rachel pick it up. He had good reason for covering his crotch. What he had been hiding from the crowd while he'd been wearing the relative protection of the dress was that Rachel had "thoughtfully" made sure Mitchell wouldn't overheat in the outfit. She'd achieved this by shoving ice-cubes into the panties, which had partly melted and left a distinctly damp look to the front of the panties.

Rachel tossed the dress at him though, and he was **** to move his hands to catch it. Now holding the dress in both arms, the front row of the crowd peered forward as if not quite believing what they were seeing, even given the bizarreness of what had already happened.

"Has... has he... has hewet himself?!" somebody exclaimed.

"Holy shit, I think he might have!" another replied.

Mitchell grimaced, and step forward to hand the dress to Tanya. His partner took it, but before she could do anything useful with it, Rachel quickly ordered to her put it down. "Don't get any ideas about putting it on," Rachel said quietly in a hard tone, "you're not getting off lightly either!"

Tanya nodded meekly in understanding, and dropped the dress to the ground beside her, giving it a wistful look as she considered the exposure **** upon her by her current attire.

Mitchell looked shyly on, as he stood knees together and slightly bent, as he tried to summon some elemental spirit to pull him into the ground.

Clad now only in his wedding night lingerie, and with an unmistakable damp patch on his panties, Rachel moved on to the final act of his humiliation.