It was arranged that Nigel and Geraldine would pick up the Gardners and take them to the registry office.Nick, of course, arrived at the registry offi...e absurdly early and then paced about distractedly. The thought crossed his mind that it might be less nerve-wracking if he was a smoker. He observed two couples and thought smugly that neither of the brides, though pretty and smiling, matched up to his Sally.At twenty-five past eleven Catriona and Jerry arrived. Catriona kissed Nick. Truth is...I have been growing weary of these releases. He might suspectsomething too, since they have been becoming less and less frequent. Ithink he can go much longer. And I think he's being spoiled -he gets waytoo much pleasure from these milkings.Normally, once he is tied down, I strap a vibrator to his cage -near thebase of his chastity device- and he quickly ejaculates, or rather leaks,through the cage. He gets some pleasure but the metal cage never comesoff. It only comes off for. You dirt fucking whore.”“Your whore, Geoff,” John said. “Your filthy little whore.”Geoff laughed.“MY dirty little whore. Now it’s time for you to get your own slut and by the feel of the cock, it needs to find a nice hole quickly.”“You don’t know where I could find one do you?”“Well I do believe I have one going spare.”John felt an odd sense of emptiness as the cock was withdrawn and a trickle down his legs made him smile with satisfaction. They repeated the K-Y gel and Geoff stood, hand on. We decided not to push matters yet, becausetheir breasts and their impotence were expected to appear soon, andwhen that happened they'd be so embarrassed and desperate we couldtalk them into anything. But they understood they needed to wear"slippery" clothes at all times, and that meant pantyhose andslips. And while they were wearing slips, dresses to cover them. By the end of the fourth month we were all living withwell-dressed, beautifully coiffed, and impeccably made up men. Ihad Bill.