Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 04

My special wedding performance

Suddenly, a servant came up to me and asked me to follow him. I was already nervous enough and didn’t know what to expect next. He led me to a room where James’s mother and sister were already waiting for me. As I entered, James’s mother looked at me with disdain and disgust, as if I was a piece of trash.

“Good Evening, Nisha Cockwife,” she said, emphasizing on my new name.

“Good Evening, Ma’am,” I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Nisha, today you’ve made a commitment to my son’s cock and as a part of our family, we expect you to fulfill your duties,” said James’s mother.

“I understand, Ma’am,” I replied obediently.

“Don’t think you’ve gotten off easy just because the ceremony is over. You still have a lot of work to do, Nisha. We expect you to be available whenever James’s cock needs you. And you’ll do as we tell you,” said James’s sister with a smirk on her face.

“I will do anything you expect from me,” I said, trying to be as submissive as possible.

James’s mother and sister exchanged a few looks, and I knew something was about to come up. I was scared of what was going to happen next, but I knew I had no choice but to obey them.

As I walked into the room, I saw James’s sister and his mother talking amongst themselves. They both looked at me and smirked. I tried to hide my naked body as much as possible, but I knew there was no point. I was already married to James’s cock, so there was no reason to feel ashamed anymore.

Suddenly, James’s sister pulled out a LED light butt plug and showed it to me. “Remember this from yesterday, Nisha? It’s going to be a part of your performance today.”

I was shocked and confused. “What performance? What are you talking about?”

James’s mother stepped in and explained, “We have arranged a stage for you to perform on, Nisha. You need to show your gratitude to your new husband and his family in front of all the guests. And since James’s cock likes it when you have things in your ass, we thought this would be a perfect addition to your performance.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. On top of everything else, now I had to do a performance in front of all these people? And with a butt plug in my ass? I felt so humiliated and degraded.

“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is too much. Please, can’t you just let me be?”

But James’s sister just laughed. “Oh, come on, Nisha. You’ll do it, and you’ll do it well. You have no choice.”

I felt like crying, but I knew it would be pointless. I was nothing but a toy for James and his family to use as they pleased. And now, I had to perform in front of thousands of people with a butt plug in my ass. My life had become a never-ending nightmare.

His sister’s name was Karen.I could feel Karen’s cold gaze upon me as she looked me up and down. I had gone through enough humiliation throughout the day, and I was not ready for any more. But Karen had other plans. She walked closer to me and placed a buttplug with LED lights on the table. I was shocked at the sight of it and refused to wear it.

“No, Karen, I can’t take any more humiliation. Please don’t make me wear that,” I pleaded with her, hoping that she would have some mercy on me.

Karen ignored my pleading and instead ordered the guards to hold me in place. I felt helpless as they restrained me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I realized that there was nothing I could do to stop this.

“You will wear it, Nisha. You are nothing but a hole for James’s cock and his friends to use whenever they want. You have no dignity left, and this is all you’re good for,” Karen sneered at me.

I could feel anger and hatred building inside of me, but I knew that I was powerless to do anything about it. Karen approached me with the buttplug and began to insert it inside me, ignoring my cries of protest.

As the LED lights on the buttplug lit up, Karen inspected it with a look of satisfaction on her face. She ordered me to bend over and spread my cheeks as she examined her handiwork.

I felt used and humiliated beyond measure. All I could do was stand there and pray that this nightmare would end soon.

As I enter the room, James’s sister and mother are already present. I am bent over with the heart-shaped buttplug inside me, illuminating a heart-shaped light on the wall behind me. I feel so humiliated and exposed, but I have no choice but to comply. James’s sister turns off the lights in the room and the only source of light is the heart-shaped led buttplug inside me. I hear James’s mother gasp and say, “My, my, that’s quite a sight.”

James’s sister laughs and says, “Look at her, she’s glowing. She looks like a little slutty firefly.” I try to keep my head down and not look at anyone as I feel their eyes piercing through my naked body. I can hear the servants snickering in the background.

James’s sister tells me to stand up and I do so, feeling the weight of the buttplug in my ass. There’s a heart-shaped reflection on the ground now and James’s sister continues to laugh. She says, “I can’t wait to show this to James. He’s going to love it.”

James’s mother frowns and says, “I don’t know why we have to go to such lengths to humiliate her. It’s not right.”

James’s sister responds, “Oh mother, lighten up. She’s just a cockwife. She’s here for our entertainment.”

I feel so helpless and embarrassed, like a mere object to be used and discarded at their will. I can’t help but wonder what James’s reaction would be if he saw me like this. Would he find it funny or would he think it’s too much?

All I can do is stand there, naked and glowing, while James’s sister and mother continue to make crude jokes at my expense. All I want is for this day to be over and for me to finally be able to get some rest and privacy. But I know that as long as I am married to James’s cock, my life is never going to be my own.

I can feel the weight of the buttplug in my ass and the bright light projecting from it. James’s mother starts speaking, “Nisha, you have to walk on the wedding aisle again, but this time it will be different. The lights will be dim and your buttplug will project a bright image on the ground. You have to walk slowly and show everyone your new title. You are the center of attention at your wedding. You should be proud of your new name and status.”

James’s sister chimes in, “Oh, and that buttplug is so pretty. I’m sure all of the guests will love it. It’s like a beacon of shame that follows you everywhere you go. It’s perfect for a whore like you.”

I protest, “But I don’t want to do this. I’m already humiliated enough. Do I really have to parade myself in front of everyone again?”

James’s mother gives me a stern look and says, “Yes, you do. You are nothing but a cockwife now. You have to show everyone how proud you are to be married to James’s cock. You have to walk with your head held high and your buttplug shining bright for all to see. It’s the least you can do to show your gratitude for all that we have given you.”

I hang my head in shame and agree to do as they say. I know I have no choice but to obey their every command. I am nothing but a naked slave to the Smith family.

James’s sister walks towards me and cups my chin, making me face her. “Don’t worry Nisha, it’s not like you have any dignity left to lose. You are nothing but a toy for James and his friends to use. You should be proud that you are finally doing something for them.” She walks away from me and continues, “Besides, didn’t you say you would do anything for the Smith family?”

I nod silently, knowing that there was truth to her words. I had given up everything for James and his family, and this was just another form of submission.

James’s mother interjects, “Nisha, I know this is difficult for you, but think about it this way. You are finally making a mark in the Smith family. You are no longer just a naked whore. You are now legally bound to James’s cock and with it comes respect and power. You are no longer a nobody. So hold your head high, my dear, and walk with pride.”

I take a deep breath and try to muster up some courage. I know I have no choice but to obey their every command. I stand up from the chair, and James’s sister hands me a pair of heels. I slip them on and walk to the door of the room with the two of them following me.

As I walk, the buttplug in my ass starts to feel heavier and the light projecting from it starts to shine brighter. I can feel the eyes of the guests on me as I walk slowly towards the main gate. And then, I take the first step onto the aisle.

The guests start to whisper and point as I walk, and the buttplug’s light creates a trail of shame behind me. I can feel my heart racing as I make my way towards the stage where I got married in the morning.

I hear James’s sister whisper to his mother, “Look at her, mom. She’s finally starting to own her new title.”

James’s mother nods approvingly, “Yes, she is. She’s finally starting to understand her place in the Smith family.”

I continue to walk, my head held high, as I realize that this is my life now. I am nothing but a cockwife, a naked slave to James’s cock.

As I walked down the aisle, I could feel the eyes of thousands of people on me. I was completely naked except for the clit jewellery that spread my clit and exposed the inside of it. I had two layers of James’s cum on my face, making me feel like a complete whore. But the worst part was the heart-shaped glowing buttplug inside of me. The light projected a large heart wherever it was pointing, and I felt like everyone was staring at it.

As I walked, I could hear whispers and comments from the guests. “Look at her, she’s naked and has a buttplug!” “That’s disgusting, I can’t believe they made her do that.” “I wonder how she feels, being married to a cock.”

I felt so humiliated and degraded, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. But I knew that I had no choice but to keep walking, with my head held high, even though I was completely naked and married to a cock.