1. A Pair of Bridal Sluts (Camp Slut Series- Chapter 10)


    Date: 4/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female exhibitionist, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Romance, Slavery, Wife, Author: Nightside, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    another look at my sisters, considering. I had to admit, they both had filled out beautifully since I’d seen them last. If they weren’t my sisters… I slammed that thought down with a shudder. Fucking my bride’s mother and sister was one thing. I was more comfortable thinking about bending Mike over than my sisters. The music started, the crescendo beginning the traditional wedding march. I coughed to cover my snicker as Arnold came down the aisle. In each hand, he held the end of a leash that attached to the collars of Mike and Gail. Both of my ‘brides’- I chuckled again- had their hands cuffed together holding a bouquet of flowers in front of them. Both had ring gags in their mouths, drool running down their chins and chests. Both wore chastity devices. While Mike’s was a relatively simple ring and cage configuration, Gail’s was a full blown, steel belt with the plate down between her legs. She moved stiffly, almost whimpering with each step, and I wondered if they had locked a set of balls inside of her, too. Arnold stopped at the head of the aisle, then handed me both leashes. He turned and removed the gags from both ‘brides’, took their bouquets from them, and went to his seat next to Felicia, who was kneeling in front of the pew. I smiled at Mike and Gail, then turned to the officiant. Mike knelt beside me on the right, next to Steve, while Gail mirrored him on my left next to Elizabeth. “Friends and family. We are gathered here today to join these young people in the ...
    bonds of love. If anyone present has just cause that they should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I turned to my mother, daring her to open her mouth with my glare. She chewed on her lip for a moment, looked between Gail, Michael, and I, the sighed and sat back. I smiled and turned back to the officiant. “David, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect Gail and Michael, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?” I looked down at both of my pets, my servants, my slaves, my loves. I smiled at the last part. I did love them both. Not the same, certainly, but I knew I did not want to go on without either of them. “I do.” “Gail, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect David and Michael, obey David, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?” She looked between us, the tears welling in her eyes as she smiled. She nodded. “I do.” “Michael, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect David and Gail, obey David, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?” He leaned into my leg, reaching out and brushing Gail’s arm softly. He never looked up. His loud sniff told me why, before he whispered, “I do.” The officiant pulled a ring from the book in his hands, handing it to Gail. She looked at Mike, and the two of them held it between them. ...
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