As ordered, I showered quickly but thoroughly, luxuriating in the hot water after hours cramped in the cage. Smelling the perfume Mistress had chosen ...or me, I was struck by its rich, floral scent. Not a masculine scent at all. Surely as Mistress intended, though, it immediately became the aroma that I associated with my status, the smell replacing the clothes I used to wear, which had labeled me as an upper middle class professional.Clean and scented, I climbed the stairs out of the basement,. "The living room was decorated with lots of flower and candles. There were also several bright, yellow light blobs in positions along the walls to either side, and among the flowers in the open-faced alcove we were using as a kind of altar area. They were stationary and looked like nice lights. When she came into the room, Donna looked at them curiously, but only briefly, dismissing them as being of no consequence compared to the distraction the wedding provided.Shortly after the formal part of. ."Excuse me, Malcolm?".."Oh, sorry. I was so lost in my thoughts. I apologize....yes, thats m-"..... When I looked up I instantly went speechless.Standing in front of me the most beautiful woman ever. From the look seemed to be in her early to mid 40s but she had the figure of a goddess. Standing on her heels, she was definetly taller than me(a fetish of mine to be honest). I'd say about 6'2", smooth tan skin, plump lips, sexy light hazel eyes, classy female glasses over them. Beutiful long. "It seems appropriate, don't you think? Imean, a married man should be pumping his sperm into his wife's pussy."She leaned close to hiss into my ear, "Or, after she's given him a longunrushed blowjob, into her mouth." Then she straightened up and wenton, "But a chastity wimp like you, who asked to be locked up, and wasn'tsmart enough to have an agreed-on release time, well, someone like thatdeserves whatever they get. For instance, being made into a completenancy-boy, which is what I'm doing.