Wedded bliss with time added for good behavior.

You don't regret your decision for a moment. He may be simple, even downright stupid, but he is no one's fool, and he keeps his promises. When three guys surrounded you in the showers and tried to sneak you off to a dark corner to claim you as their own, Elijah was there waiting to give them a beating so hard, the entire cell block winced in imagined agony. Then he took you on the floor of the showers in front of God and everyone shouting, "This here is mah bride, {sissy.} Now iffen yore ponderin' hurting mah angel or stealin' her away, know that I will yank God out of Heaven and beat the Hell out of him before I let anyone touch her."

You sprayed the shower floor with sissy spurts as the crowd looked on turned on and terrified. It felt like a wedding ceremony...it felt like a promise. And Elijah always keeps his promises.

He promised to treat you right...and he fulfils that promise every morning, most afternoons and long into the night. He keeps you well clothed in the finest, frilliest smuggled silks and laces. He keeps you fed in hormones that male your skin even more supple and your holes even hungrier. You spend so much time sucking his tobacco soaked tongue that you think you are addicted. And you know you get withdrawals if you go too long without his perfect penis sliding down your thirsty throat or up your hungry hole. You keep him out of trouble so he doesn't end up in solitary and he keeps you well fed and full. Everytime he makes your sissy clit throb and swell and spurt before he begins plowing into you in earnest, and it feels like a promise. And Elijah always keeps his promises.

He promised to never hurt you, and he never has. He is your gentle giant. Slow to anger and quick to caress. He is in for multiple manslaughter after a bar brawl got out of hand, but you think of him as your multiple sissygasm giver and you've never felt a moment of fear with you. Every night as you lay spent and filled with seed, he brushes the hair from your face, wraps his arm around you, and gives you a tender kiss on your temple. It feels like a promise, and Elijah always keeps his promises.

He promised to love you until now until you were set free, and he kept that promise, but it came to soon. You got time off for good behavior and he had decades to go. Before you left, you slipped his favorite pair of your panties and whispered sweet sinister secrets in his ear. He was surprised to say the least, but he promised to follow your plan to the letter.

Now you wait, not patiently, but very proactively. The papers call you the "Bombshell Bandit" for how you use your feminine charms to distract tellers before sticking them up for every cent the bank has. The feds don't understand why no one wants to testify against you and they'll never recognize you in the wig and make up...you use a much sluttier wig and makeup while waiting for Elijah.

You've kept your promise, paid for your own implants and wardrobe, and squirreled away enough for you to live for years on. You even earned enough to pay off the guards, pay a getaway driver, and fly away your poppa bird into your arms. For Elijah's part he promised to make you his bride for real, to love you forever and always and to never leave you again.

You are wearing your bridal white, waiting for your hubby to knock on the door any minute, letting you know your plan worked and he's here to fulfill his promises...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

And Elijah always keeps his promises...