Ceremony

"Zip it all the way to the top," my soon to be mother-in-law said from the couch, watching, with her critical eye, as I zipped the open bottom girdle I wore.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, eyes down, pretending I was focusing on the girdle when in reality I was ashamed to meet her eyes.

"I know it's not what you dreamed of growing up, is it?" she said.

"I...I suppose I assumed on my wedding day, I'd, I don't know..."

"Be the dashing man in a tuxedo?" she asked. "If so, falling in love with my daughter was a poor choice. Besides, you'll make a much prettier bridesmaid than you ever would a groom."

We were getting married that day, legally. I'd be the groom, at least for a brief moment before the ceremony. The officiant would preside, we'd say our vows, and be declared a married couple. Before the more formal ceremony where my bride's boyfriend would exchange different vows with the two of us, where we'd accept him as the dominant man in our lives.

"You're quite lucky, you know," she said, "he could have forced the issue, could have made my daughter pick. I'm not sure you would have liked her choice."

"I...I know," I said. 

"He'll be a good influence once you learn to accept his role. All of it."

That made me blush. "I just...I never...I mean..."

She chuckled. "Wedding night jitters, I suppose. Don't worry, just follow his lead and you'll know what to do. You're fortunate he insisted on chastity; it will make everything...well...natural. A sissy knows instinctively what do to when presented the opportunity to please a man when she's denied release. It will be easy."