As I knelt there before that superior woman, my face glowing from the stinging slap she had awarded me, her toes in my mouth, I yearned for further pu...ishment and humiliation as my cock pulsed and dribbled through the slit in my plastic dungeon; I felt truly worthless in the presence of this powerful female authority. When Blanche was satisfied I had warmed each toe sufficiently she had me repeat the performance with the other foot. She was careful to allow me a long glance at my prize between. "I am Storm Silverhand. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." I was not accustomed to shaking hands and even then felt that I should be bowing or something similar to a woman of her obvious stature, but she was so instantly likable that I barely hesitated before grasping her hand in my own."You can call me Bel," I could not help but smile at her in return."You have had quite the adventure, Bel," she said as she unfolded the clothing on the bed and held it up to me with an appraising. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would. Slowly a line began to form and snake its way in the general direction of the Resort's club room, for libations and congratulations.The bar was open in the corner with a pair of my waitresses serving. A small table near the front door held a handful of wedding gifts which were artfully arranged to frame the signed marriage licence. The happy couple and their pleased parents were lined up at the doorway, welcoming in their guests, the same as at thousands of wedding receptions held every day.