“Yes Mistress, sorry” I mumbled awkwardly, unbuttoning my top, and sliding down my skirt until I was stood in my bra and thong. “Mmm,” she sai..., and I dared to think she approved. She paced around me again, pausing to slap my ass.“Nice ass, slut.” She came to halt in front of me, reaching forward to pinch my nipples that had become hard and erect through the lace of my bra. “Oh you like that don’t you, fucking slut. Yes all sluts like pain. And you’re going to get a lot of that, honey,” she. It started in the afternoon and I felt lucky that I had enough food prepared to go without a fire, because I didn't think this rain would let up soon. My military grade poncho did good work keeping me dry enough.When I looked around me, I found myself in a gorge of sorts. There was a narrow strip of land along the side and I climbed over the assorted rocks that were strewn all over. After half an hour I noticed that the water level was rising. And then it dawned on me: the feeder streams and. This was just a reminder that these parts of my body were no longer mine to do with as I pleased. For tonight would be my wedding night. For months we had planned things out. Picking out a dress, a place for the ceremony, all the things that brides do with their future husbands. But for me, it also included a regimen of hormones to complete my becoming as feminine as can be for my man. I couldn't believe how far things had come. I was a closeted crossdresser for years. I would dress up in sexy. I used my tongue to taste one end of her mouth to the other, just before sticking it inside her mouth. I felt her tongue in her mouth as she was trying her best to hold it back. But this time, I was the one who broke off the kiss. You cleaned him up again, didnt you? I asked, commenting on the odd taste. A big smile suddenly appeared on her face as if she wanted to laugh, Oh wow, I cant believe you just did that. You do realize that you just tasted his cum right? She broke out into full blown.