The bride is yours

"I do!" Your response is clear and firm.

"Then, it is my pleasure to pronounce you married. To proclaim that you, John, are now the lord and master of this woman. And that you, Doe, are bound to your master for all time!" The sound of approval and excitement swelled from the congregation. "You may take the bride!" The minister finished and stepped back.

You step back from your new bride, your naked cock rock hard and ready. Doe's sister steps forward and, as you had instructed her, hands you a silver knife. Razor sharp, the knife feels warm in your powerful hand. You step up to your beautiful new bride. She stands there, waiting, smiling, joy-filled, submissive, and innocent.

Ah, it is her total innocence that make this occasion so special. You carefully place the sharp, pointed tip of the knife at the valley between Doe's perfect breasts. The knife disappears into the bodice of her hand-made wedding gown.

Then, using your power and skill, you cut.

The knife slices like butter, down your bride's body. Her wedding gown is sliced in two from top to bottom. The tight, silk parts. Doe's luscious body is exposed. As you had instructed, is is naked beneath her gown. Holding the ruined garment close to her body, you turn your bride and expose her to the congregation.

The women in the small crowd explode with approval. You lift Doe up and set her down on the altar, careful to hold her wedding gown in place. She lays back on the soft silk, waiting.

It is time.