The Wedding

The morning of the wedding arrived under a clear blue Dominaran sky.

Dorothy personally prepared you. She bathed you gently, then dressed you in the sheer white bridal gown. The fabric was so transparent that your pierced nipples, fresh brands, and locked steel chastity cage were clearly visible to anyone who looked. The high slits on both sides exposed your thighs and the bright red “Dorothy’s Slutcunt” brand as you moved.

She placed a long, flowing veil over your head, covering your face until the ceremony demanded it be lifted.

Before leaving, Dorothy leaned in and whispered:

“Today you stop being just my toy. Today you become my legal wife… in front of the entire elite of Dominara.”

The ceremony was held in the Grand Hall of the Matriarchal Council — a breathtaking marble venue filled with the most powerful futanari families in the country.

Hundreds of guests were seated. Most males in attendance wore elegant suits and subtle collars, sitting beside their wives like cherished spouses. They stared at you in shock and pity as you were led in.

You crawled down the long aisle on your hands and knees, leash in Dorothy’s hand, while a classical string quartet played. The sheer dress did nothing to hide your shame. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd at the sight of your brands and cage.

Dorothy walked tall and radiant in a stunning ivory suit, looking every bit the powerful bride.

At the altar, Lady Eleanor and the rest of the Voss family waited. The Head Councilor — an ancient and respected futa — officiated.

The vows were short and traditional, with one cruel twist.

You were **** to recite yours first:

“I, Slutcunt, willingly give myself to Lady Dorothy Voss as her legal wife, property, and breeding bitch. My body, my holes, and my future belong to her completely.”

The crowd murmured. Some laughed softly.

Dorothy recited hers with pride:

“I, Dorothy Voss, accept Slutcunt as my legal wife and eternal property. I will use, train, and breed her as I see fit.”

The Councilor nodded.

“You may now claim your wife.”

The moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

Dorothy lifted your veil.

First, she fastened the delicate pink gold collar around your neck. It clicked shut with a final, permanent sound. The engraving “Slutcunt Voss – Wife & Breeding Bitch” gleamed under the lights.

The crowd applauded politely.

Next, she unlocked your chastity cage for a brief moment and slid the tiny pink gold ring with dangling heart charms behind your Prince Albert piercing before locking the cage again. The little hearts jingled softly against your locked clitty.

More applause. Some guests laughed.

Finally, Dorothy held up the small silver tongue ring with the tiny bell.

She gripped your jaw, pulled your tongue out, and pierced it on the spot. You whimpered in pain as the bell was installed. It jingled with every tiny movement of your tongue.

Dorothy kissed you deeply — claiming you in front of everyone — while the bell on your tongue rang softly between your lips.

The Councilor declared:

“By the laws of Dominara, I now pronounce you legally married. Lady Dorothy Voss and her wife, Slutcunt Voss.”

The hall erupted in applause.

Dorothy smiled triumphantly and pulled you close.

“Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Slutcunt Voss,” she whispered.

She then turned to the crowd and announced:

“The traditional first breeding will now take place.”

Right there on the altar, in front of the entire elite of Dominara, Dorothy bent you over the ceremonial table, lifted the back of your sheer wedding dress, and mounted you.

She fucked you slowly and deeply while the guests watched — some smiling, some whispering, some recording on their phones.

Your new collar jingled. The heart charms on your clitty rang. The bell on your tongue rang with every moan.

Dorothy leaned over your back and whispered into your ear as she thrust:

“You’re mine now. Legally. Publicly. Forever.”

She came deep inside you while the entire hall watched and applauded.

You are now officially married.