Thesensations are driving me wild and I begin thrashing about. A heavyslap to my backside quiets me down a bit.The next sensations I feel are hands (l...ps?) on my nipples pinchingthem to arousal. Not much of a challenge at this point, but once theyare erect, nipple clamps are placed on them at the base. Now I know whythey gagged me. The scream would have been deafening otherwise. It'snot that I don't like nipple clamps, lord I have a few of my own. Thesewere the heavy-duty kind and I wasn't. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle. The two pantsless men made their way to the altar, Stephanie’s dangling limbs between them, under the accusatory glares of both the bride and groom’s families. Stephanie’s parents, who had already. “I’m D” she said and took the cuff to lead me further into the building. I started to tell her my name but she put a finger to her lip and told me that while I was here I was Slave G. We entered a room that would normally be a bed room but seemed to be 3 walls covered in wardrobes and chest of draws. D turned to me and said “Strip please, Mistress is expecting us well turned out very shortly”I looked at her now knowing what to make of this. I then looked down at my cock and knew I didn’t. She said it was only a couple of miles but her car was in the shop and her feet just hurt too much to walk it again."I'm pretty good at giving foot massages," I said. "Want one?" Are you kidding?" she replied. "Of course I do. Come on in," as I pulled into a driveway at her direction.Wearily she climbed out and unlocked the door, then walked into the kitchen and plopped into a straight-backed chair. I pulled one up in front of her and, lifting her feet to my knees, took off her white sneakers.