Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 21 for context.
It was the day of my wedding to Goddess Keera. I sat in the back garden in the early morning sunshine. The builders had finished their work on the house next door and the light reflected off the newly cleaned windows. We would have new neighbours when we came back from honeymoon. Affluent neighbours if the house was anything to go by. A gigantic hot tub was installed last week. Hope the weather will be good to them.
Stephen was due shortly to do my hair and makeup and to dress me for the nuptials. Then my boss Richard, whom I was cuckold to, would pick me up and drive me to the wedding. He would also be best man, not alone in the traditional sense of looking after the groom and making sure he got to the ceremony and taking care that the reception went smoothly, but he literally was the best man. Best man for my Goddess, best man to cuckold me, the new best man that I would be subject to. I would serve him as well as my Goddess, all my days.
I could hear cars arriving and the sounds of the front door opening. I heard Stephen say.
"Hellooooo, where is the blushing bride?"
I went in to greet them. To my surprise Richard was there too.
"I collected your alterations team, cuckieboi, I figured they would need lots of time to turn an old hag like you into something presentable. I am off to collect the flowers. Then I'll be back with breakfast. So get to it Stephen."
He gave Stephen a good whack on the arse as he went out the door. Stephen giggled.
Stephen and his top stylist Carole set about me. I was showered and pampered, my long hair was highlighted with blonde streaks and the hair extensions were checked. My makeup was done impeccably and I was dressed in my white bridal lingerie. I was to wear male attire for the civil part of the ceremony but would switch to my normal feminine clothes for the reception.
I was ready.
We were sitting chatting when Richard came back. He carried my bridal bouquet and a box of flower buttonholes for the other guests.
He simply said "Coffee," to Stephen and Stephen scurried to the kitchen. He looked at me.
"Not bad for a hag cuckieboi." He said laughing.
"Now let's get some food in that little girly belly."
From a paper bag he produced a small portion of muesli and a plastic bag with the nine filled condoms from the stag night. My stomach flipped.
"Richard!!!" chided Stephen.
"Stephen, if you want you can have this lovely breakfast."
Stephen scuttled back to the kitchen.
I poured the cereal into a bowl and looked for a scissors to open the tied condoms. Richard tutted and mimicked using his teeth. I started with the first one, emptying the man goo into the bowl. When I had squeezed it all out Richard directed me to put the empty condom in another bowl. He made me repeat the exercise until all nine condoms were empty. The bowl was full of spunk with a small bit of cereal floating in it. Richard picked up one of the empty condoms with a fork.
"Open."
I opened.
He did the same with another two condoms. I didn't need to be told. I chewed, pulled out the clean condoms one by one and then spat into the bowl. Twice more this exercise was repeated. The bowl was brimming now with mancream, spittle and a little cereal. I knew from the tingle in my belly and my clittie that Richard was going to push my boundaries, today, and for the rest of my days. And that I was going to love it.
He handed me a teaspoon.
"Normally you would be sticking your little cuckie snout into this on the floor but today is a special day. Chow down."
I ate.
Slowly.
As Richard conversed with Stephen and Carole I could see the pity in their eyes. He made me take my time eating. Stopping me from time to time. It took us twenty minutes for me to eat my cuckie cummie wedding breakfast. When I was finished, I picked up the bowl and licked it clean. Richard leaned over and said.
"You missed a bit here."
He used his thumb to smear the lipstick on the right of my mouth.
"And here."
