Your first anniversary...

You wake up early and sneak softly to the kitchen, smiling serenely as you imagine your Hubby's face when you wake him with breakfast-and-blowjob-in-bed. You feel giddy butterflies wondering what he'll surprise YOU with for your your first anniversary. Certainly not the "real breasts" he hinted at a year ago, you earned your 32DD bouncy boobs six months ago, one of many perks of being a good Bitch Bride.

Of course, wasn't easy at first. Even after the first night of wedded bliss, you chafed at the chores, the exercise regimen, and the orders to wait until he was ready to "eff" the sissy squirts out of you. You just had to be a bad little sissy slut and test the boundaries. Spending the first morning fucking a cucumber you were supposed to be chopping for your breakfast salad.

Of course, as promised your punishment was not something you enjoyed. He stripped you bareass naked and led you to the yard by a leather leash he used to bind your arms behind you. He tied you up inside a doghouse, too cramped to rub your clit or fill your ass. There you stayed throbbing with need until he untied you at sunset. "That was just a warning, darlin'. Brides keep their promises and get rewards. Pets get kept out in the doghouse, and if they still don't learn their lessons, they get sent to the Kennel."

You didn't want to find out how literal your new Husband was being, and so you finished your second night as his Bitch Bride finishing your morning chores, then the afternoon, and collapsing in bed past midnight after finishing the evening ones. You were awakened at sun up next morning and dragged yourself out of bed working on the next day's regimen. But when he decided to turn in early, you spent the next seven hours being fucked like it was the first time all over again.

Of course one good night does not a good marriage make. And you've had your ups and downs learning your new role. The first month ended with a trip next door to serve his poker buddies. You endured all the humiliation of their eyes ogling you, the veiled references to your former life as a boy, and the sheer sweltering shame of your former Daddy's scornful stare. You were a good Bitch too. Obeying every order, even beginning to anticipate their needs and fill their drinks before they emptied and brought ashtrays over before the ash could fall. However when you came back from the kitchen teary eyed begging to go home after Principal Latimore kindly offered to help you "with dessert", your Husband was furious.

"Haven't I told you what bad pet's get?! How dare you humiliate me in front of other men?!" You had never seen him so angry. You were terrified, traumatized, and the only person you trusted to protect you from him...was him. You flung yourself into his arms sobbing. You felt his arms circle you reflexively, even if he wasn't sure why he was consoling the Bride he should be punishing. It wasn't until how exactly the principal had "offered to help with dessert" and how hard you struggled before managing to slip out of there that you saw his expression go from rage, to unbridled compassion.

You never expected anyone to treat you as anything more than a punchline, a punching bag, or a plaything. But when your Husband marched you back to the game and made "Kingpin" apologize to you through a broken jaw and a few less teeth, you knew you had found a special man.

They say marriage is work, but they also say if you love what you do, then you'll never work a day in your life. You love keeping house now, keeping fit, and learning new ways to playfully tease and passionately please your hubby. And you've learned he believes in working hard and playing hard...and pounding...and sweet, sticky and sweaty...and long into the night.

You just have to hint at an outfit you want him to buy and he is peeling you out of it later that night. If you mention a city any where on the globe you find romantic, within a week you are entwined together on a king bed in its most lavish hotel, or on the beach, or in the back of a limo between the two. You have all you could ever ask for, but really all you want is to make him as happy as he makes you.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't hear him sneak up on you. You were just wearing the couture apron he bought you when you learned how to make a home cooked meal for him. His cock wakes hungry between your plump, squats sculpted ass, you whimper needfully. "So I see you were planning to surprise your happy hubby. Well I wanted to surprise you instead. I thought we should make it official...Mrs Roberts." He holds out an official marriage certificate before your eyes and slides inside you.

Just as you say every night since the first, you answer "I do...I do...I do..."