It may be official, but where’s the party?

I have no sense of time in my bound state. My legs being behind my head isn’t very comfortable, but other than that my pedestal is surprisingly soft and nice. That’s probably thanks to Vivian’s expertise. I will have to thank her when I’m let out of this. Which leads me to fantasize about Mistress keeping me here forever, her living art piece and prized possession. Not a practical idea, but damn it makes me feel sexy.

Eventually Vivian and Valery return, and I feel them lift me up with the pedestal and begin moving me. I hear Valery complain. “Did you have to make this thing so heavy? I know it’s the stand, I’ve picked up Violet. She weighs barely anything.”

Vivian retorts, but I can hear the strain in her voice as she helps move me. “Yes it needs to be this heavy. Even if it hadn’t been, I would have added weights to it. Otherwise it would be too top heavy and she might get knocked over. She can’t exactly catch herself right now, so even from this height that would hurt.”

“So you admit that it’s your fault.”

“Shut up. Let’s just use a dolly. I think there’s one in the shed out back.”

“There’s a shed? Huh. Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s get it.”

Feeling a bit like a prop in their comedy routine, they continue to bicker playfully while loading me into another vehicle. It can’t be Mistress’s red jeep, there’s no way I would fit with the pedestal. Maybe they borrowed a van? They unload me and wheel me into a building. The only light I see through the sheet on me seems artificial, so I think it’s after sunset. Once inside I am positioned… somewhere.

“Mistress will look best standing here!” I hear Valery declare.

“No, the ceremony will look more official and fancy under this light.” Vivian disagrees.

“But that’s off center to the stage!”

“Lighting is more important, you have to think of the pictures! You can’t see the rest in frame, the lighting you can.”

“So we use flash photography, big deal.” I am losing interest in there bickering.

“And have Mistress look washed out and red eyed in the photos?! Never!” But I have **** but to listen. I can’t exactly walk away.

… wait. Photos? Ceremony? I start giggling, my relatively new inner masochistic **** girl and my old inner child hold hands and squee together in an unlikely alliance to celebrate their shared dream come true. Signing a piece of paper might make it official, but nothing makes it feel special like a ceremony. And a party too. With me and Mistress as the center of attention. I stop listening to my sister slaves playful banter as I fantasize about my upcoming nuptials. Many of my fantasies are obviously not going to happen, I can hardly shout my love from any rooftops while bound to a pedestal like a piece of furniture. But however this goes, it’s going to be exactly what Mistress wants, and that makes me feel warm inside.

My white sheet is removed and strung up as a wall to keep me hidden from view of the rest of the room. But I manage to see it first and realize I’m in the BDSM club we met Vivian in. Mistress must have rented it out, as it seems emptier than normal. And brighter, with the lights turned up to make it seem nicer than its normal dark dungeon vibe. I guess that makes sense as a location. Probably not too many churches out there that were going to let Mistress put on whatever show she has planned.

Vivian manages to break the flow of her and Valery’s banter. “She hasn’t used the bathroom since we put her in the box this morning…” she shares a look with Valery, and they both shout “not it!”

Valery was just a bit slower. “No fair! Why can’t she use the pedestal? Isn’t that why it’s so heavy?”

“She’s not getting married showing off her asshole with a tube attached for her to shit in. I may be proud of the set up, but it’s not pretty enough for this. Just get a big cup and… I don’t know. Hold it under her. We need to do it now so we can clean her up before any guests arrive. We don’t want her soiling herself in front of everyone on the best day of her life.” I am mortified. Now that she mentions it, I do need to go. But… in a cup? Can’t they let me out just to use the bathroom? No… this must be Mistress’s wish. We might have to work hard and be uncomfortable to make her desires a reality without her having to think about the practical realities of her unreasonable demands, but that just helps show our love and obedience to her.

I steel my heart just in time, as Valery finds a large bowl for me to use. I exorcise what happens next from my memory of today. Valery and Vivian clean me up thoroughly, making sure nothing is wrong, and swapping out all of my bindings for white versions, including my ball gag. Valery then puts a bridal veil on my head that covers my entire body, but hides nothing. I can hear people behind the curtain. Who would Mistress even invite to this?

Vivian and Valery give me one final look over before kissing my cheek and wishing me well. Then they take positions on either side of me, perfectly prim and proper slutty maids to present me to Mistress. The lights darken, and a spotlight shines on a corner visible to everyone, including me. Mistress steps into it, and she’s stunning. She has on her full dominatrix outfit, with her crown and a matching black cape on top of it. With the room darkened, Valery and Vivian surreptitiously take down the white sheet curtain that was hiding me. I can see the dark room is filled with… mostly girls Mistress has fucked. Including the sorority head that she fucked to let us stay in Valery’s room, and a couple of college teachers that probably shouldn’t be so eager to spread their legs for a student. Not that I blame them.

Some of them look a little uncomfortable with the location, but most people who know Mistress have a good idea what she’s all about. And that she’s only become more about it as she found more slaves willing to indulge her desires. All eyes, shy or not, are on Mistress as she walks slowly towards me while in the spotlight with a simple marriage song playing. As she gets closer more and more people notice the curtain is gone, and see me. Even without the spotlight, it’s fairly obvious what I am. I can hear some gasps and titters. But Mistress ignores it all and continues to walk until she is standing before me. Her cock is hanging out uncovered, proudly erect as she looks over my veiled body. She stands before me, and Valery smoothly presents her a microphone.

Mistress gives me one last smile, before turning to address the crowd. “Good evening, and thank you all for coming. Tonight might be a bit unusual of a ceremony,” she has to pause to let the laughter die down after that one, but she smiles beautifully, acknowledging the understatement. “… but under the circumstances a regular wedding doesn’t feel right. My devoted ****, Violet, started me on a journey of self discovery, to fully embrace my possessive personality, and indulge in my need to dominate. While many of you know I can be aggressive,” some more laughter, but quiet enough for her to talk over it, “The first to really cut me loose, to fully indulge me in anything I desired, was my sweet Violet. She will not be giving any vows tonight. She has already sworn every ounce of her being to me. There is nothing she can say now that would make her any more mine. I thank her for her devotion, and her obedience. But now only I can move us forward. And as I already know she can only agree, I will happily do so. This morning, we signed a marriage certificate. Tonight, I consummate that vow, claiming her in the last way remaining.”

Mistress smiles at, and comes close as if to kiss me… and then lets her hips slide forward to glide her cock inside me. Some of the more normal parts of the crowd gasp, but they fall away from my mind. Being basically folded in half with my legs behind my head, I already feel a bit cramped and short of breath. Now Mistress takes my breath away more as she rocks gently yet firmly into me.

As soon as she enters me, Valery and Vivian spring into action, lifting my veil so there could be no doubt for even the people furthest from us what was happening. They stand close to me, and press close to support me as Mistress fucks me for all the world to see her claim me. I love it, but don’t understand how this is much different from our usual antics. Valery kisses my ear and whispers to me. “You’re such a fertile little ****. I’m so jealous.”

Vivian whispers to my other ear. “I’m not, but tracking your cycle was fun, and I look forward to being a cool aunt.”

I’m gagged. There’s no way for me to indulge Mistress’s kink of feeding me her cum. And… she wasn’t wearing a condom. I cry happily into my gag, smiling up at my Mistress, my loving goddess who generously chooses to use my body for her pleasure. She smiles down at me, that same confident possessive smile she’s given me a thousand times or more. And she fucks me slowly, for all the guests to see, with my sister slaves cooing sweet nothings into my ears.

Her slow pace drives me wild, and I cum three times before I finally feel her warmth spread into me. She kisses my forehead and looks back to the room, remaining inside me. “Please enjoy the evening, and be sure to greet my lovely **** wife before you go.”

The rest of the evening was surprisingly normal, if one ignored the bride remaining on a pedestal with cum trying to drip out past a dildo shoved inside to plug me up to not waste any. There was cake, food, one person even tried a normal toast. I think it was a drunk MILF history teacher. I think I remember Mistress bedding her. No one could take the absurdity of a serious toast under the circumstances, but that just meant everyone was laughing and having a good time. My gag was taken off for a bit, but only so Valery could feed me some cake at Mistress’s command. Even my devotion would be hard pressed to keep me from feeling slighted if I hadn’t gotten to eat any of my own wedding cake.

Of course, the party ends, and it’s time to leave. Valery and Vivian manage to repeat many of their same arguments while getting me back home, even forgetting there was a dolly they could use again. Safe in our room at the sorority, Mistress directs them to place me prominently. It slowly dawns on me that no one is discussing when to let me out. In fact, Vivian is fiddling with the tubes I saw before. She takes the smallest one, references what looks like a medical journal, shrugs nonchalantly in a very concerning way, and begins to insert the tube into my urethra.

I grunt slightly. She isn’t being so rough it hurts, but this definitely feels weird. She pushes it in about four or five inches, then moves on to a bigger tube. She is a lot more gentle with this one, I guess because it’s bigger. After applying some lube, she slowly begins to insert it into my ass. I squint my eyes closed, so I don’t know how much she inserts into me, but it certainly feels like a lot. She finally finishes and I open my eyes to see a third tube. Bigger than the catheter, but not large by any means. Still, I worry what it could be for. I don’t have to wonder for long though as she swaps out my white ball gag for a red one with a hole in it. She threads the tube into the gag, into my mouth, and down, and down, and down. I’m happy Mistress has destroyed my gag reflex, as she brushes my uvula a couple times.

Mistress comes up behind Vivian as she works. “Well, does it work?”

Vivian hops up in surprise. “Oh, yes Mistress. Everything seems to be fine. I’ll keep monitoring her to make sure nothing happens, but she should be able to be displayed for about a month at a time, as long as we do the proper maintenance. Although we may want to give her a chance to stretch from time to time… or at least make the pose different.”

Mistress smiles at me. “Maybe later. For now, I want her to stay in her wedding pose. At least until we confirm she’s pregnant.”

“That should be possible to confirm in about two weeks, when she misses her next period.”

Honestly, I am a bit jealous of Vivian and Mistress’s chemistry. Mistress has a crazy idea, and Vivian helps her make it happen. But then I remember one of her crazy ideas is to impregnate me and literally put me on a pedestal to show off her complete conquest of me, and I feel a bit smug.

Mistress sees me smiling around my gag, and she stops Vivian from arranging decorative plastics vines that obscure the tubes to make me look more picturesque in my display. And she makes sure she has a pregnant **** girl to show off.