As I got closer to the stage, people started taking pictures and asking questions. “Hey, can you bend over so I can get a better look at your buttplug?” “Where is it attached? Does it hurt?” “How are you feeling right now, being married to a cock?”
I wanted to scream and run away, but I knew I couldn’t. So I bent over as best as I could, and allowed people to take pictures of my glowing buttplug.
Meanwhile, a group of people were discussing the mechanics behind the buttplug’s glowing heart projection. “I wonder how they did it, is it some sort of LED light?” “No, I think it’s a high-powered torch that’s shaped like a heart.” “It must be attached to the buttplug somehow.”
As they talked, I felt even more humiliated, knowing that they were discussing such intimate details of my body. But I knew that I had no choice but to endure it, for the sake of marrying James’s cock and getting the money and home that came with it.
As I bent over, the guests snapped more pictures of my glowing heart-shaped buttplug and asked me more questions. “Wow, that’s amazing. How does it work?” “Can you take it out so we can inspect it more closely?” “Does it hurt?” I felt like an object being passed around and examined by strangers.
I took a deep breath and answered their questions as best as I could. “It’s a high-powered torch that’s shaped like a heart. It’s attached to the buttplug, and the light projects a heart wherever it’s pointing. And no, it doesn’t hurt, but it does feel humiliating.”
As I spoke, a few of the bolder guests crowded around me and reached for the buttplug, trying to pull it out to inspect it more closely. I gasped as I felt their hands on my naked body, but I knew I couldn’t stop them.
One of the guests finally managed to pull the buttplug out, causing me to yelp in surprise. As they examined it and discussed how it worked, I felt even more exposed and degraded. This was not how I imagined my wedding day.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they returned the buttplug to me and I slipped it back inside of me. As they continued to take pictures and ask questions, I felt like I was nothing but a naked spectacle for their amusement.
But I knew that this was the price I had to pay for marrying James’s cock and entering into this arrangement with his family. And as humiliated as I felt, I also felt a sense of determination and strength. I was not going to let them break me. I was going to survive this and come out on top.
As I walked on the aisle, I could feel all of the eyes on me, looking at my naked body and the clit jewelry that James’s sister made me wear. I felt like a piece of meat on display for everyone to see and laugh at. I felt so humiliated and degraded.
Finally, I reached the stage and climbed up onto it, the glowing heart from my buttplug illuminating the way. I could hear the murmurs of the crowd as I walked, and I knew they were all staring at my exposed body.
Suddenly, someone on the microphone asked me to bend over, and as I did, the huge heart from my buttplug projected onto the black screen behind me. The whole crowd burst out laughing, and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.
“Look at the slut, she’s got a glowing heart in her ass!” someone yelled from the audience, and I felt tears prick at my eyes.
Why did I agree to this? Why did I let James and his family do this to me? I felt like a clown, like everyone was laughing at me and I had no dignity or self-respect left.
“I have no self-respect and no dignity left,” I whispered to myself. “I’m just a hole for them to fill with their cum.”
The stage was set in front of 4000 people, and I was standing there naked with the glowing led buttplug inside of my ass, shaped like a heart. It projected a bright white image of a heart wherever the light was pointing. Finally, the stage spotlight came on, and the light shone on my naked body.
As I stood there, a servant approached me with a paper from James’s mother. I read the note, and it outlined everything I was supposed to say in my speech. The first word was “James’s cock and my husband.”
Taking a deep breath, I began to speak, “I am honored to be here today, as I stand here naked in front of all of you, I’m reminded of how fortunate I am to marry my husband, James’s cock. I know that I am just a naked slut whose purpose is to please my husband and his friends, but I’m grateful that James’s cock has chosen me as his wife.”
“As I stand here before you, I am nothing but a toy for him and his friends to use whenever they want, I have no self-respect, and no dignity left. I am just a hole for them to fill with their cum. But today, I stand here before you all, grateful to be married to James’s cock and grateful to his family for giving me a home. I’ll do anything for the Smith family.”
I continued, “My new name is Nisha Cockwife, and I am proud to be married to James’s cock. I am grateful for the opportunity that has been given to me, and I promise to honor and respect my husband for as long as I live.”
“I know that I am inferior to his cock, and I am honored to be owned by him entirely. I am nothing without my husband, and I will do everything in my power to please him. Thank you, James’s cock, for giving me a home and for being my husband. I will do anything and everything for you.”
As I finished my speech, I looked out at the sea of people in front of me, feeling humiliated and degraded. But at the same time, I knew that this was my role in life now, as the cockwife of James’s cock.
I paused for a moment, trying to keep my voice steady.
“James’s mother has been instrumental in teaching me my place in this family. She came up with the idea of my clit jewellery, which exposes the insides of my clit, and convinced me to wear James’s cum on my face all day. I know it might seem strange to some of you, but it’s all part of my duty as a submissive, obedient cockwife.”
I took a deep breath and looked down at the note in my hand, which was written by James’s mother.
“She has taught me to respect and serve James’s cock, to be grateful for the opportunity to be a part of this family. And for that, I want to thank her. Thank you, James’s mother, for showing me my place in this world. I am forever indebted to you.”
As I finished my speech, I felt a mixture of shame and pride. I had publicly declared my submission to the Smith family, and now everyone knew my place as a naked slut married to a cock.
I hold the note from James’s mother in my trembling hands, and read the next topic she had written: “Poem about how I am happy to be married to James’s cock.”
I start to sing my poem, my voice shaky but clear:
“My husband’s cock, so proud and strong,
A penis like no other, so long.
I love to service him each day,
To suck him deep, to lick him all the way.
I’m happy to be his cockwife,
To be his pleasure toy for life.
I’ll do whatever he desires,
My body is his, to use and admire.
I’m grateful for the Smith family’s care,
For giving me a home and love to share.
I’ll always be a naked slut,
But I’ll please my husband, no matter what.
So here I stand, naked and free,
A cockwife for eternity.
I love my husband’s cock, it’s true,
And I’m honored to be his, through and through.”
I finish my poem and slowly lower the note from James’s mother, feeling tears prick at my eyes. The applause from the crowd is thunderous, but I feel nothing but shame and humiliation. I am nothing more than a naked slut, a toy for James’s pleasure. And now, I am legally married to his cock.
I look down at the note that James’s mother had given me and my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I see the next topic. “Um, the next thing I am supposed to speak about is a poem about how much I love James’s cum. So, here it goes…”
I clear my throat and start to sing a poem about my love for James’s sperm. “I love James’s cum, it’s my favorite treat. I love to lick it up and swallow it down, it’s all I ever want to eat. I love to wear it on my face, it makes me feel so pretty and I know that James loves it too.”
The crowd falls silent as they listen to my crude words. I feel so ashamed but I know that I have to keep going. “I love to be covered in James’s cum, it fills me up and makes me feel so warm. I love to service my husband by taking all of his sperm, I am proud to be his naked slut and I will never stop loving his cum.”
As I finish my poem, I feel a wave of disgust and shame wash over me. I can’t believe that I just sang about my love of being a cum dumpster in front of all of these people. But, I know that I have to keep going and continue to serve James and his cock for the next 25 years of my life.
As I continue to sing my crude poem, the crowd remains silent, either too shocked or too disgusted to respond. “I love to feel James’s cum drip down my chin, it’s the sweetest nectar and it’s all mine to win. I love to taste it on my lips, it’s like a drug that I’ll never quit.”
I pause for a moment, looking out into the sea of faces staring back at me. I can feel the weight of their judgment, their disgust, and their pity. But, I know that I have to keep going. I have to prove my loyalty to James and his family, no matter what.
“I love to be used by James’s friends, they make me feel so dirty and so cheap. But, I know that I’m just a naked whore and my body is theirs to keep. I love to be lost in James’s cock, it’s my whole world and my only joy. I am proud to be his naked slave, his cum dump and his plaything toy.”
As I finish my poem, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The speech, the poem, and the whole ordeal is finally over. I can’t wait to leave this place and never show my face again. But, I know that I have to stay and continue to serve James and his cock, no matter what. I look down at the glowing led buttplug inside of my ass and I can feel the heat and the embarrassment rising within me. I can’t believe that this is my life now. But, I know that I have no other choice. I am Nisha Cockwife, the naked whore who’s married to James’s cock, and I’ll do anything to please my new husband and his family.
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