Becoming Mrs. Cocwife

The day before the Wedding

It was 6am and I had barely woken up. I was finally going to meet James's family since it was a big day I had never been in his main house mansion since he only kept me in another house and I had to be always naked. I was a bit surprised when he said I couldn't wear anything but heels, even though I was going to meet his parents and relatives for the first time. So I put on my heels and my earrings as the driver called me. I put on a robe on my body as I get down to the driver and see a nice Rolls Royce in front of me.

Driver looks at me and tells me that they are tinted windows, so people won't see me clearly but that I had to be naked on my special day and remember it well. I groan as I drop my robe and sit in the back seat of the car naked. Quite a few bikers and cars peek in my car and are shocked to see a bare naked woman riding on the back seat. I look at my phone and it was 8am, I groan as I was made to wake up at 6am and go on a 2 hour drive the day before my wedding day.

As the car drove on, I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous and exposed. I was completely naked, and the thought of being seen by other people made me feel uneasy. I tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands, hoping it would shield me from the outside world.

However, my efforts were in vain, as a few bikers pulled up beside the car and started staring inside. They were calling me names and laughing at me, making me feel even more humiliated and vulnerable.

My heart was racing as I tried to ignore their taunts and focus on something else. I could feel my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air.

I looked over at the driver, hoping for some reassurance or comfort, but he only smiled back at me, enjoying the spectacle. I felt completely helpless and alone, trapped in this car with no escape.

The bikers eventually drove away, but the damage was already done. I was left feeling exposed and ashamed, wondering how many more people would see me like this before the day was over.

As the car journey continued, I started to feel more nervous and exposed. More and more people were peeking inside the car and seeing me naked, and I could feel their eyes on my body. It was a surreal experience, being paraded through the town like this. I could see people taking pictures and videos of me with their phones, and it made me feel even more humiliated.

Suddenly, the car hit a bump and I jolted forward. I realized with a growing sense of panic that I needed to pee. But how was I supposed to do that when I was trapped in this car, completely naked?

I tried to hold it in, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. I squirmed in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. I was going to have to ask the driver to stop so that I could relieve myself.

But when I looked over at the driver, I saw that he was grinning at me. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, and I realized that asking him for help was not an option.

So I was forced to sit there, feeling my bladder fill up to the brim. It was torture.

The car ride was unbearable and uncomfortable. I had never been so exposed in front of so many strangers before. I could see the shock in their eyes as they saw me naked in the car. It was humiliating and I just wanted to get to James's house already.

But then the inevitable happened, I began to feel the urge to pee. It was getting stronger by the minute and I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. I begged the driver to stop the car and he finally pulled over at a gas station. I quickly got out of the car, still completely naked and walked into the gas station.

People inside were stunned to see me walking in naked but I didn't care. I just wanted to use the bathroom. I walked up to the counter and asked the attendant if I could use the restroom. He looked me up and down and told me that I couldn't use it since I was naked and it was against their policy.

I begged him to let me use it, telling him that I was about to burst. But he didn't budge and I had to leave the gas station with my bladder still full. I got back in the car, feeling even more uncomfortable than before. The pressure in my bladder was almost unbearable

After a long two-hour drive, the car finally stopped near a park and the driver turned around to look at me. He told me that he needed to take a break and that I could relieve myself if I needed to. I was desperate to pee, but I hesitated because I was naked and there were people walking by. However, my bladder was full and I couldn't hold it any longer. I knew that I had to go, and so I stepped out of the car, completely naked.

I walked towards the bushes and squatted down to pee. It was an odd feeling, peeing in front of strangers who were walking by, but I had no other choice. I felt exposed and vulnerable, and I was sure that people were staring at me. I could feel their eyes on me as I bent over to pee, my naked body on full display for anyone to see.

As I finished peeing, I stood up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. I looked around and saw a group of guys who were staring at me in disbelief. I could see the shock on their faces as they realized that I was completely naked. I quickly got back into the car, feeling humiliated and embarrassed that I had to expose myself like that.

As the car pulls up to James's mansion, my heart starts racing faster. I couldn't believe that I was in a car outside his house, naked, waiting to meet his family for the first time. The driver opens the door and I step out onto the driveway, feeling the cold morning air against my bare skin. I look up at the mansion, admiring its sheer size and grandeur.

I notice a few of the servants standing outside, dressed impeccably in their uniforms. They look at me with a mix of surprise and disgust on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that James had brought a naked woman to the house. I feel a bit self-conscious, feeling like a piece of meat on display.

One of the servants comes forward and greets me, his eyes never leaving my naked body. He leads me towards the entrance of the house, his hand on my shoulder, guiding me. I can feel his rough hand against my soft skin, and it sends shivers down my spine.

As we enter the house, I am greeted by a grand foyer, with a sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor. The walls are adorned with expensive artwork and the floors are made of marble. I am in awe of the opulence of the place

As I walked around the house with the servant, I couldn't help but feel out of place. I was the only person walking around naked in a house filled with well-dressed people. The house was grand, with 12 rooms, including the kitchen, the servant rooms, and the dining halls. In every room, there were people, well-dressed in their suits and dresses, and I was the only one naked.

The maids wore gloves as they walked by me, not wanting to touch me, and their faces held a look of disgust. I could feel their eyes on me, judging me for being naked. The women in the house looked at me with shock, unable to believe that James would allow me to walk around naked like this.

As we walked through the kitchen, I saw the cooks all dressed in their aprons and hats, but they still managed to look down on me as if I was a lesser human being. The dining halls were filled with people, all sitting around the table, staring at me as I walked by.

I could feel the embarrassment and shame wash over me, as I realized that I was nothing more than a naked pet to James. The servant walked me through every room, and in each one, I felt embarrassed

Meeting the Family

The servant led me through the massive mansion and we finally arrived at the dining room where James's family was having breakfast. I could see a bunch of kids, including his cousins, and some of the women were looking at me with disgust. I tried to cover my breasts but James had specifically told me not to. I stood there, naked and vulnerable, as James walked over to me and introduced me as his cock wife.

"Good morning, everyone. This is my beautiful cock wife, Nisha." James said, gesturing towards me.

There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at me, and then James continued, "As you can see, she is naked because my cock likes her that way. She will be serving me and my friends for the rest of her life."

I could feel the eyes of the women on me, judging me, but I tried to keep my head high. James continued talking about the duties of his cock wife, and how she should always be ready to please him and his friends.

As James spoke, I couldn't help but feel like an object, a thing that was owned by him and his cock. But I had no choice, I was trapped in this life, and I had to serve his cock and do whatever James wanted

I sat there, naked as the day I was born, in front of James's family. My heart was beating fast and I was trying my best to keep my head down, but I could still feel the stares of everyone in the room on my bare skin. James introduced me as his cockwife, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over me.

As James went back to eating his breakfast with his family, he motioned for me to crawl under the table. I groaned inwardly, but I knew better than to disobey. I slowly got down on my hands and knees and crawled under the table, my bare body grazing against the rough carpet.

As I crawled towards James, some of the kids in the family giggled and kicked me on my back and legs. I winced in pain, but I knew better than to make a sound. I finally reached James, and without a word, I opened his zipper and took out his cock.

I began to stroke him under the table, trying my best to be as discreet as possible. But every time someone kicked me or bumped the table, I would accidentally make a sound and James would give me a warning look.

As I sat under the dining table, my naked body was hidden from the view of James's family and relatives. I was nervous and excited at the same time, knowing that I was about to give James the ultimate pleasure while he had breakfast in front of his family. I could feel his hard cock twitching as I took it in my mouth, using my tongue and lips to pleasure him. I moved my head up and down, taking more of him in with each thrust. I could hear James's moans of pleasure as I sucked on his cock, making sure to keep my eyes closed so that I wouldn't be seen. I knew that I needed to swallow his cum, and I eagerly licked and sucked until he came in my mouth. I savored the taste of his sperm, knowing that this was the only thing I was allowed to eat for breakfast. As I swallowed it all down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that I had fulfilled my duty as James's cockwife.

I was under the table, trying to be as discreet as possible. James's family was all around us, chatting and laughing. I could hear them talking and it made me even more nervous, but I knew I had to please James. I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it. I could feel him getting harder and harder, and I knew he was close to cumming. Suddenly, I could feel his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him finish before pulling back and holding his cum in my mouth.

James pulled out his chair and looked down at me. He gestured for me to come out from under the table and open my mouth. I did as he asked, revealing his cum on my tongue. The family gathered around, staring in disbelief. James explained to them that I had been his sex slave for years and how I had been eating his cum for breakfast every day. He went on to explain how he had trained my body to get used to his sperm, and how I still hadn't swallowed his cum. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, but I knew I had to stay obedient to James.

As James continued to talk, I swallowed his cum, finally feeling a sense of relief that I had obeyed him. But I knew that this was just the beginning of my training as his cockwife, and I had to be ready for anything.

As James called me to meet his mother and sister, my heart skipped a beat. I was nervous, not only because I was meeting them for the first time, but also because I was completely naked. As I entered the room, I saw James's mother and sister sitting comfortably on the couch, dressed in elegant dresses, while I was standing there completely exposed. They stared at me for a moment and then burst out laughing. I felt embarrassed and jealous of their clothing.

James's mother stood up and approached me. She ran her hand over my body, examining me as if I was a piece of meat. "My, my, James certainly knows how to pick them," she said with a smirk. James's sister giggled and joined her mother, also touching me and making me feel even more exposed.

Suddenly, the mother asked a servant to bring in a measuring stick. I had no idea what was happening, but soon enough the servant was inserting the stick inside my mouth, my pussy and my asshole, measuring how deep they were. I felt violated and humiliated as they measured my holes.

As the servant finished his job, James's mother turned to me and said, "Well, you certainly have some talent there. But don't worry, my son will make sure you are always satisfied." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that they were treating me like a sex object, nothing more. I was just a naked plaything for them to use and discard as they pleased.

As I stood naked in front of James's mother and sister, I couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. I had already been inspected by them, and now they were mocking my expectations about what to wear for the wedding. I had naively thought that I would be given a beautiful gown to wear, but instead, they were telling me that I would be completely naked. The thought of standing in front of 2000 people, completely bare, made me feel a mix of fear and humiliation.

I tried to protest, telling them that it was not appropriate to be naked in public, but they just laughed and told me that I wasn't marrying their son, but his cock. They explained that his cock preferred his bride naked and that was the only way it would be. They also pointed out that if I were to marry their son, I would get clothes, but since I was marrying his cock, I would have to be naked.

The realization that I had no choice in the matter hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt trapped and helpless, knowing that I had no other option but to go through with this. I wanted to scream and cry, but I knew that it would be useless. I was just a naked pet, and my only purpose was to serve James and his cock.

As I stood there naked in front of James's mother and sister, my heart was racing. They had a selection of buttplugs and clit jewellery laid out on the table in front of us and I knew that I was going to be made to wear one of them. James's mother picked up a small, silver clitoris exciter and held it up to my body.

"This one would look perfect on her," she said, turning to her daughter with a smile. "Don't you think, dear?"

James's sister nodded in agreement and walked over to me, holding the clitoris exciter up to my body. I could feel my face turning red as she moved it closer and closer to my clit. Suddenly, she pressed it against my clit and I gasped, feeling the intense sensation run through my body.

As I looked in the mirror, I could see the clitoris exciter spreading my clit and exposing my insides. I was both shocked and aroused at the same time, feeling my body respond to the stimulation. James's mother and sister smiled, pleased with their selection.

"Perfect," James's mother said. "You'll wear this in the wedding, my dear."

I felt a mixture of emotions - excitement, fear, and arousal - as I realized that I would be walking down the aisle with this intimate jewellery on my body. It was a reminder that I was James's property, and that my body was meant to be displayed and used however he saw fit.

I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises James and his family had in store for me on my special day.

I stood there in the dining room, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable. It was bad enough that I was standing naked in front of James's mother and sister, but now they were inspecting my body and making me wear a clitoris exciter that spread my clit and exposed my insides. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to remain composed.

But then, to my horror, James's sister pulled out a buttplug that was glowing and had an LED light. I could feel my face turning bright red as they all burst out laughing. The sister twirled her fingers, motioning me to turn around and bend over. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then I slowly turned around and bent over as instructed.

As I did, I could feel the cool air against my exposed ass and pussy, and I could feel the buttplug pressing against my tight hole. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for their next move. The sister looked at me and said, "Well, don't just stand there. Push it in."

I felt a surge of humiliation and arousal wash over me as I reached back with one hand and grabbed the glowing buttplug. With a deep breath, I pushed it into my ass, feeling it stretch me open and fill me up. I let out a soft moan as I did, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter with every passing second.

As I stood there, with the buttplug glowing inside of me, I felt a sense of shame and degradation wash over me. But at the same time, I also felt a sense of excitement and arousal, knowing that I was fulfilling my role as James's submissive sex slave. It was a strange and conflicting feeling, but one that I couldn't deny.

As I bent over in front of James, his mother, and his sister, I could feel my heart racing with nerves. I was naked except for the clitoris exciter that spread my clit and exposed my insides and the glowing butt plug inside of my anus. James's sister couldn't stop laughing as she took out a remote control and showed everyone how she could change the color of my buttplug LED with just the push of a button.

"This is so cool! Look, it can be changed with a tap and even spanked to change the color!" she exclaimed as she spanked my ass, causing me to let out a small moan.

I could feel the heat rising to my face as everyone stared at my ass with the glowing butt plug. James's mother couldn't stop giggling and commenting on how cute it looked. "Oh my, James, you really know how to pick them!" she said, looking at me with a smile.

I just lay there, bent over and exposed, my face facing the ground as everyone continued to stare at my glowing butt plug. James stepped forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, my love, you look absolutely stunning."

Despite the humiliation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and arousal at the thought of being on display like this for James and his family. It was all part of my new life as his cock servant, and I was ready to embrace it fully.

As I was bent over with the glowing butt plug inside of me, James's sister started a conversation with me. She asked me, "So, Nisha, what would you do if you caught someone staring at your glowing butt plug?"

I was taken aback by the question and I hesitated before responding, "I don't know, I guess I would just ignore it."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp spank on my ass and James's sister scolded me, "No, no, no, Nisha. That's not how you should behave. If someone is staring at your butt plug, you should bend over in front of them and let them spank you."

I was mortified at the thought of this happening at my own wedding and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt so embarrassed and exposed, as if I was nothing but a piece of meat for people to ogle and touch.

But I knew better than to argue or resist. I was James's property and I had to obey his family's every command. So I simply nodded and replied, "Yes, sister. I understand."