Wedding - 3

Wedding Week With Adele

      Adele here. I’m deeply touched by the sweet things Richard has written about me. My brother is such a sweetie pie.

   Wedding week for a groom is dominated, directed, and supervised by his sister.

   The blushing groom is regarded as “unclean”. Sister “purifies” him for 7 days, with the assistance of Mother and family females. Saturday night he goes home with Mother, who prepares him for the Sunday afternoon wedding.

  Groom Gruel

   For a month beforehand, and his first year of marriage, the groom’s sole nutrition consists of “Groom Gruel”. Several large daily bowls of thick tasteless glop. His sister and future wife make him gobble it all up.

   GG is loaded with nutrition and ingredients that prepare him for marriage. It has profound permanent effects. Special nutrients, powerful hormones, virility drugs, nanoparticles that affect brain and body, and other compounds men need.

  Groom Gruel Effects

   That was an experience in itself. Richard started changing right away. I dealt with the myriad effects, Mother assisting. My brother required at least twice as much attention. I gave it to him, yet he was constantly crying. Even between my kisses!

   Richard normally pooped 3 times (counting T&T) before I put him to bed. With GG he had 6. Nearly odorless (of course sisters check!) turds, unusually dark brown and firm. The biggest that ever came out of his anus (we look too!).

   I or Mother made sure that Richard had at least 45 minutes of severe spankings before bedtime. With GG, he needed over an hour’s worth.

   For years, he had 4 or 5 heavy cums before the last goodnight kiss. Now, he needed twice that. Females (often, me) gauged his testicles several times daily. Now it was every hour, especially after spankings.

   He was much more emotional, hysterical, and weepy than ever. Needed more lap time and kisses. Constantly tried to get his head under female skirts, often mine.

   Richard’s lust for fondling was endless. We had a sexy female cyborg for that (daddy used it all the time), but it wasn’t often needed.

   Our family had lots of even sexier young girls who were delighted to handle him. Girls in their first heel sandals are like that. Intoxicated by new feminine powers, spanking screaming brothers to a fare thee well - fondling older male cousins.

  A Week At Groom House

   Then it was time for my brother’s Wedding Week in Groom House. I strapped my naked darling tight in his Carrier for the ride in my car. He looked scrumptious, huge erection drooling precum.

   I put my – whew, they were gross! – sopping used panties in his mouth. His fat fanny thrust was thrust out pertly, heavy masculine bottomcheeks widened by one of the new butt plugs I bought him.

   Richard screamed bloody murder as I inserted it. He said it was too big. I said it was smaller than his last turd this morning.

   Wedding Week. Sunday through Wednesday, the groom is naked. He receives frequent strappings (I used my Texas Ranger belt), cold prostate milkings, daily Genital Ointment, and other treatments. Suppositories and enemas as required (GG is bulky and fibrous, but often binding).

   Thursday to Saturday evening, he wears a neck-to-toes Lotion Suit. Gets deep massages every few hours, fewer cold milkings, receives no Discipline at all.

   Of course, a sister needs help from her family. Especially with deep lotion massages. After doing one, I’m drenched in sweat.

  Adele’s Sweet Melancholy

   It’s a bittersweet period for a sister. For years, I did my very best to make Richard into an ideal husband. Physically, morally, emotionally, intellectually, and every other way a sister can.

   Whenever I took him out shopping, we’d always buy something for his Hope Chest. Every boy has one. A large rectangular wooden container filled with items for his future wedding and marriage. From chastity cages to butt plugs, pinafores to Discipline instruments.

  Adele’s Tender Care & Discipline

   I Bloomed Richard’s fanny nicely, fit to be under his future wife’s nose. I took, and gave, great pains during our years of Elegance Training. I chose all his Enhancements. I molded him into a well-bred young man – polite, demure, sexy, and submissive.

   His bottom was thoroughly wiped, body bathed, fanny and genitals oiled, shoulder-length hair styled, lip gloss gleaming. His heavy-hipped toddle is graceful, usually done while studying Female toes.

   Richard’s First Cum happened when I was bathing his cock. All his cums thereafter have been under Female authority. Masturbation is odiously foreign to him - something to whisper furtively and fearfully about with other naked boys while sisters nearby chat over coffee.

  The Boy’s World View

   His life before Female Domination seems a hazy boyish blur. Richard knows his present condition clearly. Kneeling naked at my heel sandals, my scorching spankings, sitting on my lap for kisses with a dripping erection.

   Richard has a vague feeling that, somehow, I’ve always been his Sister Domina. Worn heel sandals, given him spankings, done his T&Ts, had him on my lap for kisses, tucked him in bed.

   He has always knelt naked to render O, gone across my lap for savage spankings, sat in the bathtub chair while I bathed his genitals with my bare hands.

   That’s not true, of course. But after years of Female Domination, that common male delusion is understandable. By a certain point, after literally thousands of spankings, cums, bathroom/toilet care, and everything else, boys simply can’t imagine life without them.

   And, noting the fact they have at least 130 years of healthy life ahead of them - every moment of which will be under Female Authority and Discipline – the young men’s perspective is almost literally true.

  Adele - Playful, Sensual, Sentimental

   I often tease him. That’s so easy. Standing nude in my heels as Richard sucks my toes (my darling gets so flustered!). Asking if he deserves a spanking (there is no correct answer).

   In front of other girls, ordering him hands on knees for Anal Inspection and pretending to find dirt (boys always cry in shame). Saying Richard begs to lick inside my bottomcleft (all brothers do - it’s a guilty secret).

   My darling little studmuffin isn’t perfect. I’d worry if he were. I’ve seen “perfect” boys - spirit, life, and joy gone from their dull eyes. They require intensive psychotherapy to get it back.

   But Richard loves and worships me. Properly fears and obeys me. Lusts for me so greedily he always has a sweet dripping erection in my presence, except immediately after cums and severe Discipline.

   I return Richard’s emotions and sentiments in my feminine ways. I often look down while he’s sucking my toes after severe spankings and my knees wobble a bit. Serious orgasms, creamy cuntal fluids running down my legs.

   I make him lick every drop, to the top. He seems to enjoy that. Of course, my cunt gets wet as soon as he’s across my lap. Wetter as I’m spanking him.

   And that’s the point. I love him deeply, too. I had to leave the room when Mother came for Richard on Saturday night. A male should never see his sister’s tears.

  Mother’s Pride & Care

   Mother here. It’s lovely that my dear ones are writing this for you. I’ll take over for now.

   Richard was simply adorable. A full Groom Treatment at the Beauty shop this afternoon. Glossy brown hair in thick ringlets, manicure and pedicure, eyelash curling, the works.

   Adele had given him a superb Wedding Week. Purifying a groom for nuptials brings out a young man’s masculine best, and he had a Wedding Glow. Soft, delicate, tender. Sweet, submissive, shy. Fat fanny, fluttering eyes, full testicles.

   I ordered my son to render O. Soon as my big toe was in his mouth, I knew the naked darling would look up with one enormous eye, the other closed in concentration. I dressed for Richard’s maximum arousal.

   College girl uniform. White silk blouse in deep cleavage, pleated black skirt mid-thigh, glossy black heel sandals. Dark stirrup hose, white snap garters. Since he first knelt naked at my feet, the outfit has made Richard so excited his hard prick drools precum like crazy.

   Poor dear, that evening it still drooled, but not as much. His delicious 8 inch prick wanted to erect for me like usual. But it was restrained in a chastity cage. Richard’s darling cockhead bulged through the vents, no doubt painfully.

   I was quite aroused myself. The urge to throw him across my lap for a hellacious spanking was almost overpowering. That night, however, it was impossible. So I picked Richard up, cradled him in my arms, and kissed him deeply. Even that was forbidden, but I’m his mother for heaven sakes!

   When we got home, I jabbed his cockhead with a tiny needle. Richard’s prick went limp immediately. It would stay that way until morning. I closely inspected his body tip to toes.

   Divine. Flawless ivory skin, smooth as silk, tender as testicles. Bottomcleft, anus, and rectum were pristine. I took another Mother’s Privilege and sucked his limp penis, which was still dribbling precum. Delicious.

   We slept together naked that night. My bonny boy begged to lick my anus. So sad he couldn’t. Me too.

   I kissed him, probably too much. “Busy morning tomorrow, son. Get to sleep.”

  Wedding Morning

   A groom’s wedding preparation is his Mother’s responsibility. I had help, of course. Three young girls from the family, sweet baby faces and fully developed womanly bodies. At 6-1 barefoot, I was the shortest.

   The girls stood naked at the foot of the bed to awaken us. Richard and I followed their rich round bottoms to the bathroom. I had to jab his cockhead again just so he could pee. A weaker dose.

   On a groom’s wedding morning, his female caretakers have to be nude. Don’t ask me why. Tradition.

   The mere sight of me in dress and heels stiffens his prick. I was nude. Three young angel-face big beauties also nude? It was an iron-hard purple banana, with a dripping cockhead twice the size of the cockshaft. The girls licked their lips appreciatively before Richard deflated.

   Triple Enema first. My nieces did the honors. I supervised. Richard suffered.

   The girls exclaimed at the first poop. “Wow! Our daddies’ sausages aren’t that big!”

   They almost came to blows over Richard’s bath. I calmed them.

   One girl bathes him. Another oils his genitals and fanny, lubes his rectum. The third primps, carries him downstairs, sits him on her lap. “You, you, and you.”

   Grooms are naked and barefoot on their wedding day, carried everywhere until entering temple. Male parishioners are naked too, except sandals. They wear formal attire at the reception.

   The catch? Cruel nubbed dildoes up their butts, removed in the reception hall’s Mens Rooms. Removal hurts even more than insertion.

   I hovered while Richard was taken care of. When it was done, he looked marvelous. Hair in thick lazy ringlets, makeup perfect, oil glistening. He sat on his cousin’s lap like a prince, prick stirring.

   My naked husband was waiting in the Mistress Bathroom, bent hands on knees, Wedding Dildoe dripping anal grease beside him. I separated his bottomcheeks with the fingers of my left hand, and screwed it in.

   You can’t thrust a Wedding Dildoe into a man’s rectum. It’s too big. You have to turn it slowly in, pressing firmly. Of course, with the nubs, that hurts. Too bad.

   I quickly dressed, no time for a bath. The limo arrived. I carried Richard. The driver strapped my husband in a Carrier. Adele met us at the temple steps. She gave Richard his wedding bouquet. I carried him into the temple.