Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 20 for context.
It was to be the stag party to end all stag parties. It was organised for a private room in the Eastbury hotel in the centre of Dublin. It was to begin with a light buffet supper. There would also be a free bar. Twenty six people were invited. The all showed up. The food was delicious. The hotel side of things was organised by Marcel who made sure that everything went smoothly, with an eye to the lavish wedding o]in a few days time.
The buffet was reset again, the drinks flowed.
Stephen was just about to announce the start of the entertainment when the ladies, led by Goddess Keera, arrived. I must have been the only person who was surprised by this development. I was talking to my boss Richard when they arrived. My Goddess came straight over and sat down between us saying.
"How are my two favourite men. Enjoying your last night of freedom little cuckieboy?"
I was bade to get her a drink from the bar.
"I'll have one as well please."
I went to the bar and ordered them both a drink. Champagne for my Goddess and straight vodka on the rocks for Richard. When I saw that there was nobody looking, I tasted the champagne. It was sparkling apple juice, then I tasted the vodka, it was water. So now I knew, I didn't need to be told. I had found out a few nights before the wedding that I was being cuckolded, for sure.
I took them their drinks, they were deep in conversation.
I simply said "I know."
Richard answered simply too saying "Good, we were going to tell you on the morning of the wedding. So don't make a scene, shut up, sit down and enjoy yourself. That's an order."
I sat, shut up, and tried to enjoy myself.
The show began. Stephen was a brilliant Emcee. He opened the proceedings by calling for a toast to Keera, and her beautiful bride. The laughter was raucous.
"Let's hear it for the dangerous harpist "
It was a lady playing a harp, but she was oh so funny.
Next up was a magician. He too was great, reading minds, doing tricks, picking Richard's pocket. All the good stuff.
Next up was Miss Roly Poly. A large burlesque fan dancer who dragged me up on the stage and tried to embarrass me. She mock whipped my arse and rolled my face between her huge tits. Everybody cheered.
I escaped to the ladies. I was composing myself when the door opened and in walked Richard.
"Lock the door Marcel and put an out of order sign on it. I will phone you when we are done."
"Richard, I need to pee."
"Well cuckie, don't let me stop you. Me too. But real men piss, not wee. But maybe you can help me to show you how."
He undid his trousers and stepped out of them.
"We can do this two ways, I can make you, easily, mind. Or you can do this willingly, You have gotten used to a lot over the past year or so, you will get used to this too. What is it to be.?"
What choice did I have, what choice did I want. I had grown so used to not having choices. I badly needed a life of subjugation, I needed to serve. It would be a natural progression that my Goddess would take an Alpha male into her life, into her bed and into her heart. I was no different. I needed a strong person. Would two strong people be twice as good. I thought that it might.
I took the trousers from him, folding them carefully. He removed his silk boxers. I folded them too. He took me into the cubicle and I held his giant soft prick while he pissed. He pissed for a long time, great streams of it. Towards the end, he took his gorgeous cock from my hand. Then he pissed all over his shoes. Without any hesitation I knelt on the towel he laid on the floor and licked the piss from his shoes.
It was a powerful omens of submission. And my heart raced. There were stirrings in my little pierced clittie. He watched as I sat down to pee. He told me to wash my face and he handed me a tube of lipstick. I applied it. He waited. I kissed his glorious male member. He turned around and I kissed his arse too. He waited.
"Thank you Richard."
He cuffed me lightly on the side of the head.
"Thank you Sir Richard."
He smiled, my heart leaped. I held his trousers as he stepped into them. He indicated the boxers. He indicated my skirt. I took it off. I wasn't wearing any knickers. He laughed at my pierced clittie and tattoo. He indicated his boxers. I put them on. He banged on the door. Marcel opened it. Richard handed him my skirt. He locked the door as Richard left and advanced toward me throwing my skirt on the floor, he opened his zip. I knelt on my skirt and and got to work.
After I finished I made my way back to the party. Richard waved, calling me over. I sat down beside my Goddess and Richard called Marcel over.
