Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 22 for context.
The fallout from the wedding was swift and brutal. My family was sundered. I had a short angry conversation with my brother in New Zealand. He was a real macho man and could not understand in any way how I could want a life like I was entering into. He quoted my late first wife. He said that our mother and father would be disgusted by me, as he was. He would not be allowing my kids to communicate with me again. There was nothing really I could say in answer. My sister was more understanding, slightly more. She said she would have liked to know in advance of today. I didn't go so far as to say it was none of her business, but she got the message.
The bottom line was that I really didn't care. I was on a glide path and this craft was going to travel along it without help from family or friends.
The reaction among our friends and acquaintances was mixed.
Dr. Jenn and Ms. Cath were delighted. Jenn for the fact that I brought immense pleasure to her good friend Goddess Keera. Ms Cathy, well Ms. Cathy was just delighted that I was going to suffer some more. She had examined my ownership disk as I stood on the chair and also drew everyone's attention to my arse, saying:
"Oh look, cuckie must have been VERY naughty."
Ms. Cathy's erstwhile subbie, sissy Roger was envious as was Ms. Victoria's cuckie husband, Charlie. Charlie told me that he couldn't get enough of Sir Richard's delicious cum and regretted that now, he was unlikely to taste it "straight from the source"
Mistress Lexxi and her sub Seana, my favourite boigurl, were delighted for me. Seana simply said.
"If my Queen Lexxi was to find a God like Richard with such "attributes" that they would "rule the fucking world darling!!!"
Stephen, who cared for me deeply, was worried, he told me that he thought I was on a "path to destruction" that would, "end in flames." He told me that all his staff shared his concerns.
"Stephen, I love you, but I don't fucking care. I have pledged, and I will carry that pledge, so please help me in my goals."
He assured me that he would and he kissed me deeply and told me that he loved me too.
Stuart and Keith said that they looked forward to having plenty of fun when I returned from honeymoon. Keith in particular saying he was going to train my mouth and boicunt to accommodate his massive girthed equipment. He was to, quote him, going to make my ownership disc dance with joy as he fucked me senseless."
The two people I most wanted affirmation from were nowhere to be seen. I knew that they would be happy in each other's company as one chapter in their lives ended while the new chapter had yet to begin.
So as the drink flowed and people got drunk I became the entertainment, the centre of attention again. Ms. Cathy had myself, sissy Roger and Charlie cuckie stand on three chairs in the centre of the dancefloor and the jeering and mocking began. Hands poked and prodded. I was made display my new piercings and tattoos which caused howls of laughter. My new ownership disc was examined and someone gave it a good tug at some stage which resulted in me falling off the chair onto the floor. I picked myself up and made my way to the ladies' room and took refuge from the debauchery for a little while. When I eventually came out a lot of the guests had left. As the evening wore on it was eventually just myself and Stephen left. I asked him to wait with me while I searched out Marcel, but he wasn't to be found either. Eventually Stephen said he had to go too and I was left alone. The cleaners came in and started to tidy the ballroom. I had nowhere to go. No keys, no phone and no money. I was dressed in just my tack bra and micro skirt. For a while I sat in reception until people's stares drove me out of there too. Again I took refuge in the ladies' room. I sat there for hours, listening to people who came and went talking about the goings on in the ballroom and the filthy people who attended the party. Someone complained about the locked cubicle banging on the door, eventually after an age the door was opened from the outside and there stood Marcel.
"Where the hell were you, I have been looking everywhere.?"
He grabbed me by the arm and brought me to the lifts. Pressing the penthouse floor he bundled me in before him. He used his key card to open a door and there, stretched naked on the bed, was Sir Richard. He looked calm and relaxed, this fine beautiful man just lay there, legs wide apart, his huge tool at least twice the size of other cocks, even in repose. My Goddess sat in an armchair with a glass of wine still clad in her wedding outfit. She was rubbing his thigh gently. The bed was like a stage, surrounded by the lights and cameras of the wedding videographer that had captured our happy day.
"You are very late cuckieboi, nice of you to finally join us."
I just mumbled that I was sorry, deciding that there was no point in trying to explain all the reasons.
The room had been altered to suit their needs. As well as the lights and cameras there were at least four television monitors arranged around the room. It was like a film set. The only regular television in the room had been removed and on the high stool underneath the spot sat a pair of chains, my studded half harness and other paraphernalia. It made sense now.
"Go and stand on the stool cuckyboi, Marcel will strap you in for your redeye flight."
Marcel had me step into the harness and stood behind me on the stool to adjust the chains. He then removed my little skirt admiring my "cuckietag," as he called it. He made me bend my head and fastened a GoPro camera to my forehead with a strap. He then put a strap around my little danglers and cinched it tight.
"That will be all Marcel."
