EPILOGUE 1
It was only a few more days before James Millen proposed to Lita. Lita wept tears of joy and felt like the luckiest pleasure slave of them all as she had accepted without hesitation. She moved in with James the following week into an enormous mansion.
She was given her own wing which extended from one half of their master bedroom and led into a huge dressing-suite comprised of whole rooms of walk-in wardrobe space, entirely and only for her. Her wing also housed an enormous bathroom and a back-room salon area where her beauty needs could be attended to in whatever manner she needed, right in the comfort of her own private rooms. When she had seen what was to be her new private space, she stood up and solemnly promised to him that she would use the space to be the ideal wife for him. She had explained to him that the "Lita Millen" definition of the ideal wife would be a woman who was a whore in the bedroom, a whore in the living room and a whore wherever he saw fit to take her. She then dropped to her knees and thanked her new fiancΓ© for his amazing generosity in the most beautiful and intimate way that she knew. When she had finally swallowed the last drop of his ejaculate, she stood up once more and told him that she was going to start a shoe collection. In her mind she had envisaged something a bit like Tanya's, except much more heavily featuring her growing acceptance of what would be her penchant for cheaper sluttier shoes. She planned to use her abundant free time to start shopping for these, wherever she could find them.
She had not realised how wealthy he was when they had first met but after she clocked the number of mansions that they owned and the fact that he owned two private jets, a collection of expensive super-cars and a top-tier European football team; she realised that she was obscenely wealthy, beyond her wildest dreams, and would never want for anything ever again; except perhaps his attention.
For the big day they hired a famous wedding planner and had a beautiful beach wedding on the sands of a small Caribbean island that it turned out James (and now Lita) also owned. Lita had worn an enormous girly white dress which celebrated her fantastic breasts for her husband and for the numerous society magazines which had been allowed to photograph the event. She insisted on there being walkways installed everywhere on the beach so that she could wear stiletto heels for her wedding. The celebrity magazine press, heavily in her husband's pay, had gushed over how amazing she looked and how wonderful it had been for her to be so uncompromising and how brilliantly she had done to wear such high heels for the whole long day so elegantly.
Just before the wedding, James got a tattoo of a big heart done on his arm with a banner with "Lita" written on it. He had secured the most sought-after tattoo artist in the city to do the work for him and it looked incredibly stylish as a modern slant on a classic motif. Every time she saw it, she wanted to touch it. Lydia logged a service request with the Waverley Institute to have Lita's programming changed so that it also nudged her arousal system up another notch and this was programmed in during one of her overnight updates. Knowing that her owner loved her should be such an enormous turn on for her, Lydia had explained. Lita wanted to rub herself around her husband every time she saw the tattoo.
Lita got her own tattoo of James' name on the inner side of her left wrist, so that she would always be looking at it; she never wanted to let him out of her mind for longer than absolutely necessary. She also had a beautiful cursive version of it tattooed on her left breast so that it was on show to him when he fucked her. Finally, she had a little J set just above her pussy on the left. She wanted there to be no doubt about whose girl she was.
All of her girlfriends had managed to make the wedding and they all helped her to plan the entire thing. By this point, Lita and the girls were a close-knit group who shared every detail of their sex lives and desires with each other; just as Lydia had said they would.
For the evening 'do' they had 'helped' her choose a second, billowing white rubber wedding dress to change into, with some equally difficult platformed high-heeled white sandals. She had felt like a fetish model as they had buckled her into it all. For the final touch, they pulled up a chastity belt around her with a fat, slow-buzzing vibrator on, which Anubis had delighted in slotting into her before fastening the belt snuggly in place and replacing all the layers of her thick latex gown.
Lita had spent her wedding evening almost incapable of speech, obediently gripping her new husband's arm as the buzzing drove her to the brink of insanity and her friends delighted in chiding her in public.
"I'm afraid it's a bit of a rite of passage," Tanya had said. "The rest of us now have to have a game to see who can get fucked in all three holes the quickest. It's a wedding tradition now; fuck knows when it started or who thought of it. Probably Anubis. Anyhow, you get to play on the opposite side next time. I hope James likes you sloppy because you will be a real mess by the time you finally get to bed tonight. Enjoy your wedding night, sweet little Bimbo baby."