A Special Wedding 5

I am Manuel, the wedding planner for my friend Agustín’s wedding, a wedding in which, besides making vows as a husband, he makes vows to be a submissive and obedient slave to his husband.

Agustín told me the story of how he met Patricio… after telling me about the first time he behaved like his slave, he tells me what happened during the night:

I woke up with my body sore, tired, it was hard for me to move. Suddenly beside me I found a set of curious garments next to a note: “put this on to come to my room.”

Under the note there was a bra, a pair of women’s lace panties, and stockings with a garter belt, all in red.

I am a very manly man, and the mere idea of dressing in women’s clothes made my brain short-circuit.

While I took a quick shower I thought about how ridiculous I would look dressed like that, one thing was dressing as a slave and another… as a whore.

As I put on the clothes I couldn’t help remembering how many of those garments I had taken off with my hands, with my teeth, even with a hard cock… at one time it excited me to see them on the women I would fuck… now I was that… that female who was served up as dinner for Patricio.

I took a quick shower and got dressed. I left the room in a hurry and ran to knock on Patricio’s door… but Patricio would not open… my instinct made me get on my knees… as soon as I knelt down Patricio opened the door.

-Come in, beautiful- he told me, and I walked on all fours into the room, Patricio closed the door behind me.

-Stand up, I want to see you- he ordered, and sitting on the bed with his legs open and his hands braced on the mattress, he looked me over carefully.

-Turn around, doll- he said, the feminine words he used to refer to me excited me and made me uncomfortable at the same time.

Patricio had had a table set with two places, dinner was already served and in the center there was a bottle of wine.

-Sit down, queen- he ordered me- let’s have dinner.

I obeyed him, I was very hungry but I waited for him to sit down before eating. Patricio opened the bottle of wine, poured me a glass and poured himself one.

-How are you, princess?- he asked me, sitting down to eat.

-What should I call you?- I said, confused.

-Call me Daddy- he said laughing, I would have preferred to call him Master, calling a man so young Daddy made me feel quite demeaned.

-My whole body hurts, Daddy- I answered him.

-That’s normal, beautiful- he said to me- my question is deeper, how are you?-

His hypnotic voice made me feel like a truly fragile and submissive female- I’m very turned on, Daddy- I told him.

-Turned on?- he asked- come on, show me your hard clitoris.

I got really hard hearing him call it a clitoris, I stood up and pulled down the lace panties, showing him my very hard cock.

Patricio ...