At my wedding, you won’t be a man, not even a guest, but a pathetic bridesmaid, with a plug in your ass, your cock locked in a cage, and ready to be used to the fullest. You’ll serve drinks, attend to the guests, and fulfill any of their desires—whet h er it’s to use your mouth or to fuck you. With every step, with every move, you’ll be reminded of your true place—a mere object for the humiliation and pleasure of real men. And the sweetest part? You won’t even be able to cum, because you’re not a man, just a laughingstock, always ready to serve and be used.

At my wedding, you won’t be a man, not even a guest, but a pathetic bridesmaid, with a plug in your ass, your cock locked in a cage, and ready to be used to the fullest. You’ll serve drinks, attend to the guests, and fulfill any of their desires—whet h er it’s to use your mouth or to fuck you. With every step, with every move, you’ll be reminded of your true place—a mere object for the humiliation and pleasure of real men. And the sweetest part? You won’t even be able to cum, because you’re not a man, just a laughingstock, always ready to serve and be used.