Julie Goes To A Wedding Pt 18

The Conclusion

Hello Readers. I am finishing up this new series. This is a bit different in that my previous works are based on mostly real experiences. This series will be a mix of fact and fiction. It will have quite a bit of BDSM and "bodily functions." If that is not your thing, please read one of my other stories. Finally, everyone is 18+ and all activities were consensual.

Since this is a departure from how I usually write, I would love for you to leave comments after you have finished the story (and hopefully orgasmed as well).

My name is Julie, I am a sissy that has been living as a woman all my adult life. I live with 4 other genetic women; my wife, Nancy, my sister and her wife, Becca and Annie and finally our aunt, Aunt Patti. All of us are submissive except for my aunt who is the Domme of the family.

The other woman involved is Marsha. She is my boss at the library I work at. She is the only one that knows what is really between my legs. Everyone else is convinced I am a genetic woman.

This is where we left off in the last chapter:

Mistress went to Carol and saw both fear and lust in the girl's eyes. The noose was already tightening. Aunt Patti's words were cruel, "You abused my property, now you have to pay."

Mistress took the cattle prod and Carol's eyes went wide. She touched the prod to her nipples, and we could all hear the electricity crackle as it danced on her hard nipples.

Carol screamed in pain. She tried to twist her body away, she did the noose tightened. Mistress touched her clit and Carol screamed in agony. As she screamed, the noose got tighter. Finally, she pushed the prod between Carol's ass cheeks.

When she touched the button, Carol twisted again and lost her footing. Like Kim did, Carol's body convulsed as she came hard. As Carol shit and pissed herself, the noose was cut, and her wrists were released.

She fell on to the filth and laid there exhausted as she recovered from her orgasm. After a few minutes, Mistress brought the prod to Carol's face, "Get on your hands and knees like the filthy animal you are."

Terrified, Carol obeyed. I could not help but admire Carol's body as she knelt on all fours with her tits and belly hanging low. Mistress applied the cattle prod to Carol's ass and Carol screamed again.

Then Mistress made Carol pull her ass cheeks wide and touched the prod to Carol's battered asshole.

I used the shit on the ground and smeared it along the crack of Carol's ass. Master Phil got behind Carol and slowly slipped his cock into her asshole.

Master John wiped shit on Carol's face and hair and put his cock to Carol's lips. Carol immediately started to suckle his cock.

I laid down in the shit under Carol's body and slowly started licking her bloody cunt and clit. I waited till the men were ready to explode and then ran my tongue along her swollen clit and she orgasmed as the men emptied their balls into her asshole and mouth.

I licked the men clean and then leaned over and kissed Carol, sharing the Master's cum as we kissed. Finally, I crawled to Carol's asshole and licked the cum and shit, savoring the taste of both.

After a bit, Mistress and Melba gave Carol, Kim and me a whore's shower. We all got dressed and went out to dinner. It was a great day!

(Dear Readers before reading the rest of this story, you might want to read "Becca and Julie Get Married, Chapter 2 -- written by my sister, Prossie_Becca. The events in that story will be important at the end of this story).

And now:

All of us enjoyed the next 2 weeks together. Mistress and Melba had removed the stitching from the girl's cunts, and they were fully healed now.

The girls and the 2 Masters had become quite close and by the time they were ready to leave, they had announced they were getting married.

Melba was thrilled. She explained to us all, that the four of them had never been so happy. The kinky sessions we have been having for the last few weeks were just what they needed. They were ready to leave the veteran's home and live life on their own.

As for Ro and Jane, we all spent time teaching Jane to embrace being a sissy. We took turns dressing her. She looked lovely. I had picked out a lacy pair of French cut panties for her. As always, she was excited, and her clit was hard so Ro and I would take turns sucking her.

After Jane came, Ro and I would make out, sharing Jane's cum.

I had the idea of helping Jane's walk with a sexy wiggle by inserting a plug into her sexy arse. Once that was done, her walk had a definite feminine wiggle to it.

The bra was also black lace. I lent Jane the silicone tits that I had worn when I first started as a sissy, before the hormones kicked in. Now I have real beautiful 36D tits. It was obvious by Jane's hardening clit she was loving this.

I showed Jane how-to put-on stockings and attach them to the supports that hang from her garter belt.

Finally, Ro chose a soft blue dress that showed off Jane's beautiful legs. I got dressed in the same manner, but my dress was a bright Kelly green.

We spent about an hour or so practicing Jane's walk and showing her little tricks about being a woman. I noticed the Masters were getting ready to leave, but they were also staring at our asses as we pranced like the pretty sissys we were.

Kim asked Ro, "Do you think it would be okay if our men fucked Jane one last time?"

Ro said, "Normally I would say yes, but we just did Jane's make up and having one of the men in her mouth would ruin the look we have achieved."

I solved the problem, "Phil cane fuck Jane and John can fuck me."

Jane and I gave the men a polite curtsy and then got on hands and knees in front of everyone. My wife, Nancy, came over and lifted my skirt above my waist and slipped my knickers from my arse to my knees.

Jane's Aunt Ro did the same to her.

My sister, Becca, came and lubed both our assholes and the men got behind us. I watched as the nurses, Kim and Carol, reached under their skirts and started to finger themselves as they watched their men fuck two pretty sissys.

I could feel John's big cock sliding into my asshole and watched Jane's asshole being filled as well. Jane started to rock really fast, trying to get Phil to cum.

Out of nowhere, my Aunt Patti applied the cattle prod to Jane's arse. "Stop acting like a cheap whore!"

Jane yelped loudly and started to rub her arse.

My Aunt Patti explained, "Whores try to get men off quickly, but prostitutes know better. A good prossie takes her time so that the man she is serving can prolong his pleasure. Prostitutes are professionals.

We may call ourselves 'whores,' but we always conduct ourselves like 'prossies.' Instead of just getting a client to cum, we want to draw out his or her pleasure so that when they are done, they are exhausted. Watch how Julie does it."

All eyes went to John and me as I started to fuck him. I rolled my hips very slowly, wanting to make sure his cock feels every inch of my soft asshole. Then I looked back and John and said, "Master, thank you so much for fucking me. You honor me with your beautiful cock."

Mistress whispered in Jane's ear, "Julie is flattering the man and building up his ego. By going slow, she is making sure that the man's pleasure will build slowly. Then when the man finally orgasms, he will spurt like a fire hose and feel completely satisfied with the experience."

As I fucked John, Jane mimicked my actions on Phil's cock. Soon both men were slapping our arses as we rolled our hips taking them deep inside our sissy cunts (assholes).

I knew John was about to cum, so I looked back at him and said, "Please Master, grab my hair and pull it hard. Show me that you own me, like the nasty whore I am."

The minute he pulled my hair, I could feel his cum spurting inside me, I moaned loudly adding to the erotic sensations he was feeling. After he was done, I could feel his cum dripping from my asshole on to my stockings.

I looked back and smiled, "Thank you Master, that was so good! Would you like to piss inside me before you pull out?"

It took a moment for John to soften enough, but soon there was a flood of pissing filling me and spilling out.

Once he slid out of my sissy cunt, I turned and took his soft cock in my mouth and licked him clean. As I did, I could feel my sister, Becca, behind me, licking the cum from my asshole. Becca then crawled in front of me and suckled my clit till I came in her mouth.

Becca and I kissed and savored the taste of the cum.

Phil and Jane were watching John and I, and then Jane slowly started to rock again on Phil's cock. She did everything that I did and after a while, Phil emptied his balls into Jane's sissy cunt. Jane quickly licked Phil's cock clean, and Ro licked Jane's asshole.

I heard a moaning sound and smiled as I saw both Kim and Carol cum as they fingered themselves. Apparently, the sight of their men fucking a couple of sexy sissys got them hot as well.

Once everyone was dressed, the Masters and their, soon to be wives, kissed Mistress and then Melba kissed Mistress as well. Melba took them all back to the Veteran's Facility.

Mistress looked at us all. "You girls should be proud of yourselves. You changed the course of those people's lives for the better. What a wonderful thing you just accomplished!"

The next morning, Ro and her sissy niece left. That meant that there was just me and my wife, Nancy; my sister Becca and her wife, Annie; our Mistress, Aunt Patti and Ursula.

Before they left, Mistress gave Ro the name and address of the doctor I had been seeing most of my life as I became a transitioned sissy.

I looked at my Aunt Patti and noticed she seemed to have a secret smile on her face, I asked, "Why are you smiling Mistress?"

My Aunt Patti responded, "I was just thinking of the reaction that Ro and Jane will have when they find out that I paid the full amount for Jane's hormone treatments."

Without asking permission, I grabbed my aunt and hugged her, "You did a wonderful thing for them both Mistress. I am so proud of you."

My aunt smiled, "Thank you dear, it almost makes me feel bad that I have to spank your pretty ass for touching me without permission."

I giggled as I laid across her lap and pulled my knickers down, exposing my sexy arse to her. He gave me 20 swats on each arse cheek so they both had a nice red glow. I know she was not really mad at me, but used what I did as an excuse to spank me. We both enjoyed it.

As we sat enjoying a drink, when Ursula's phone rang. After she hung us, we saw how troubled Ursula was. "I came down here last month to attend a wedding and now it seems it has been canceled. The bride to be, caught her fiancé fucking her girlfriend, and they called off the wedding."

Ursula looked at us and said, "I am so sorry. I have disrupted your lives for the last month. I apologize and will leave tomorrow morning."

Mistress looked at Ursula and said gently, "Maybe it was all for the best. I mean I am sorry about your friend's marriage problems, but you coming here was really a wonderful thing for a lot of people."

Mistress continued, "Because of you, my girls were able to whore yourselves out and raise a lot of money for both veteran's groups and animal shelters. Both of those organizations desperately need money."

"That led to you being able for Melba to help some veterans that were is major emotional trouble. Without you and the girls submitting to having your cunts sewn or Becca and Annie being made into pony girls, there is no telling what would have happened to Phil, John, Kim and Carol.

All those veterans were suffering from PTSD, and your kinky sex exploits gave them a desperately needed sense of peace."

Mistress continued, "Because of you, Ro's "niece" was able to come to grips with the knowledge that she is really a sissy. You saw it, when they left, both of them were so happy!"

"Face it girl, your coming here helped a lot of lives."

Ursula seemed to smile, but then we could see a cloud passing over her face. I asked her, "What's wrong Ursula?"

"I am glad to have helped those people, but it came at a cost to me. I am so embarrassed."

Mistress chuckled, "Embarrassed? Ursula, I could shit on the stage during a Taylor Swift concert, and you could kneel in my shit, licking my ass clean and neither of us would feel embarrassed."

"To be embarrassed, you have to have a sense of shame or modesty and we both lost that years ago."

Ursula chuckled and said, "Not embarrassed the way 'vanilla' people might feel embarrassed, I look at it this way. When I got here, I was a Domme. Now look at me. I let strangers beat me, piss on me and shit on me. I even let a stranger sew my cunt shut. I am not a Domme anymore; I have become a submissive slut."

Mistress asked gently, "Why did you let those people sew your cunt?"

Ursula explained, "Because they wanted to sew the cunts of Ro and Marsha shut. Before I could allow that, I had to make sure it was safe."

Mistress smiled, "So you sacrificed your dignity for the benefit of the slaves you controlled?"

As Ursula nodded, Mistress looked at my wife, Nancy, and said "Does that sound familiar Nancy?"

Nancy nodded and then Mistress said, "Explain it to her Nancy. Make Ursula understand why a Domme would willingly sacrifice their dignity."

I remember the sad look on my wife's face as she explained what happened. "Becca, Annie and I were driving down to Tennessee to arrange for our wedding. Along the way, we got pulled over by cops. They planted drugs in our van and then forced us into an abandoned barn. There they spent the next 2 days raping us."

"The 2 cops were named Dennis and Jeanie. Jeanie was obviously the Domme and when she saw both Annie and I had our cunts nicely trimmed, as most Dommes do, she was determined to break us. After forcing Becca to shave us both, Dennis took Becca and Annie and fucked them for days."

"Jeannie was not content to just rape me, she wanted to break me completely. At first, I resisted, but then she told me that if I continued to resist, she would inflict serious damage to both Becca and Annie, so I was forced to submit."

"Jeanie whipped my ass, beat me so hard that I puked. She loved to piss and shit on me and then made me eat my own shit. Like you, by the time we were done, I was broken. Then at the end, we found out the 'cops' were fake!"

Ursula asked, "So what did you do?"

My wife, Nancy, explained "I accepted and actually embraced my new reality. Rather than pouting about how unfair everything was, I became the kind of whore I had always trained my girls to be. After I married Julie and Becca and Annie got married, we asked our aunt to come live with us as the Domme of the family."

I smiled, "Trust me, Nancy still has a Domme side. She still gets off on being in charge of our marriage, but the fact that she crawls to our aunt everyday with the rest of us shows she has become a submissive slave girl"

Ursula looked at my aunt. "Mistress, are you saying I should accept my new found submissiveness?"

Our aunt answered, "No dear. I am saying you should accept whatever makes you happy. Like Nancy, just because you were once a Domme, does not mean you can't change, if that is what makes you happy."

That seemed to settle the issue and the story would have ended there, except for the next question.

Becca asked, "Aunt Patti, did I understand you correctly. You actually had your cunt sewn as well?"

Mistress smiled, "Yes dear I did. So did your mum as well."

Becca asked, "How did that come about?"

Dear Reader, the answer to that last question will be the subject of a new series my sister, Becca. has started called "GENERATIONAL WHORES." Look for it soon under her name Prossie_Becca.

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