[MF] The Wedding Plan: Something New [cheating] [BDSM] [DDlg] [cuck] [exhibitionism]

It was a lovely ceremony.

I wonder what was going through your mind as you walked down the aisle? That was a pretty big load of cum, I have to imagine it started to drip down your leg as your father gave you away.

And your groom looked so excited and happy. Do you think he knows what happened?

I’ll let you in on a little secret: he knows.

He knows that you’re a dirty little slut, and that your pussy still belongs to me. Just after leaving your dressing room, I texted him.

He knows that I came inside of you, that you couldn’t resist being a whore for me. The years you two spent together, you would throw away in a heartbeat just to be a cumdump for me.

Here’s the problem with cucks: They really have trouble speaking up for what they want. Charles was always so timid about that. You know, he was a lot worse before you met him.

Charles knew he was never going to be a Dom, at least not like me. He tried, he really did, but it wasn’t his thing. He was handsome and successful, but he was a wimp in the bedroom. Maybe he had bad taste in women, but they always seem to cheat on him.

He got off on my stories, and then eager and excited when he found out which ones were real. A pure fanboy. Since I was always in need of a handy voyeur or two, we started making arrangements. He’d book hotel rooms, then watch me use attractive women as if they were mindless fucktoys. Sometimes he’d jerk off, sometimes I’d let the woman suck him off. He loved it.

Of all my sluts, he had a favorite cocksucker.

Only you were too dick-drunk and delirious to look at his face. Silly little slut.

I’m surprised you didn’t get a familiar sense from him when you bumped into each other by accident (and yes, it was purely an accident. Though he messaged me excitedly about it that same day). You two make a cute couple.

And to be honest, we tried to warn you about this. He kept trying to bring up wanting to see you with another man. You kept turning him down, because there was only one man, wasn’t there?

We know.

He knows that you keep all the photos of me on your phone. And he found them on your laptop, too.

Did you put this all together before you said, “I do?”

Or did you do that because Daddy told you to? Does your opinion matter? No, not really.

You’re Daddy’s Little Fucktoy, forever.

And I mean forever.

Wedding photos are a time sink. Most of the people are waiting for food and booze, and the stars of the show are busy getting in those happy moments with that “glow” still going.

Usually the photographer starts with a few quick pictures of the whole party and the family. Then they release the less-important members, one-by-one, until it’s just the groom, the bride, and maybe one or two of the bridesmaids.

Alicia was able to convince Bethany that her help was needed setting up some stuff at the reception. Ashley stayed behind to help you and Charles.

I should remind you, Charles hired the photographer.

He caught the exact moment when you saw me walking up to the photos. You were trying so hard to not give it away.

“Charles! Good to see you!”

We gave each other a hug.

No one was stopping this. Something was wrong.

“I gave an early gift to your wife, but I’m not sure she shared it with you?”

Your face was on fire. Rage? Embarrassment? Shock? Panic?

“She didn’t mention anything yet,” he said. “Honey?”

You started to apologize. I cut you off.

“Ashley, could you fetch us a chair?” I asked.

You looked at me.

“You know Ashley?” you ask.

I smiled.

“Really a lucky coincidence,” I said. “I met Ashley about a year ago, didn’t realize you two were friends. Charles let me know who was in your bridal party. Quite the surprise.”

Ashley came back with a folding chair.

“Good girl,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” Ashley said with a smile, then gave a bratty look at you. Oh, she knows.

“Sit.”

I motioned to the chair. And again, you found yourself compelled to do exactly as I told you. Were you ever going to have a free thought again?

“Spread your legs, slut,” I say. “Charles, on your knees.”

Neither of you question it. Charles planted himself between your legs. I placed both of my hands on your shoulders.

“Ashley, help with the dress.”

It’s your wedding day. Your special day. You’re outside, newly married, sitting on a chair and getting your pussy exposed to your new husband. And that pussy is still filled with the cum of your Daddy, the man you would do anything for.

Charles started licking your panties, then pulling them to the side.

The camera. Fuck. The camera. The wedding photographer was clicking picture after picture of this.

Charles started to finger-fuck you, slowly pulling out the last bits of my cum while licking you.

I whisper in your ear, “Next time share, you naughty little slut.”

Hearing my voice sets you off. You want to cum. Your husband is actually pretty good at licking your cunt. You need to cum. But… fuck.

“Daddy,” you moan.

Charles ignores you.

“Yes, slut?” I ask.

We all know who you belong to.

“Please may I cum?”

The question makes my cock throb. It’s so tempting to deny you and fuck you right then and there. But I have plans.

“Cum for me, you little slut.”

You really don’t care if anyone thinks you’re a whore, so long as I have you. That’s not a question, by the way. I know. I know what a little whore you are for me.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen you cum this hard. I do you a small favor and cover your mouth.

As you slowly calm down, I look you in the eyes.

“Are you OK, babygirl?” I ask.

You nod a couple times, shakily.

“I know we skipped over a few steps there,” I said. “Cashing in on one of your old fantasies is a bit of a cheat. If you need this to stop, you can. Just say the word.”

You take a couple deep breaths. Maybe you could do normal. You probably couldn’t talk to Ashley ever again. You’d have to murder the photographer, but that’s understandable.

Or.

Or you could see where this goes. You could have Daddy back. You could feel that joy of being a mindless fucktoy again.

You feel a greedy smile on your face.

“Green,” you said.

Green means go. It means keep doing the scene.

It means you’re Daddy’s Little Fucktoy.

“I have something new for you,” I said. “Charles, stand up. Show her.”

Your husband, the man you love, stands up in his tux with grass on his knees. He unzips his pants to show you … a clear plastic cage around his cock, and his dick throbbing against the forced limits.

I dangled the key in front of them.

“If you’re a good girl, you can have this key later,” I said. “Until then, you’re going to have to earn it.”

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