THE BRIDEMAID

Isabelle was so excited! It was her wedding day, the event she had looked forward to for years.

Isabelle always knew she wanted to be married.  Really, that HE wanted to be married.  Isabelle was really a male sissy (we won't even bother with his "real" name), but you would never know it by looking at her.  She loved to wear frilly dresses and high heels; the only way you would ever know her real sex would be to look under her skirt.

Isabelle had no interest in men.  (That was a good thing, because it would be years before same-sex marriage would be legal in her country.)  She needed to find a female partner who would love her as she is.  That would be a very special woman, indeed.

Isabelle put herself out in society, had some relationships, and finally found the love of her life.  She and Deanna fell totally in love with each other and moved in together.  Deanna was the breadwinner and Isabelle the loving wife at home; to anyone outside the looked like a perfect lesbian couple.

But Isabelle knew something very important was missing. She was quite traditional at heart, and she wanted a ring on her finger.  They agreed to live together for a  year before marriage.  Isabelle could hardly wait!

At last, the year was up.  The two were still very much in love, and Isabelle could marry her beloved Deanna! They did not need a big wedding--just a civil ceremony with the local Justice of the Peace--but they would finally have that certificate that told the world of their love.  Isabelle finally did something she had always wanted to do: she had her name officially changed so "Isabelle" would be on their marriage license.

The day came. Isabelle was resplendent in her white bridal gown. Deanna was waiting for her at the entrance of the little civil wedding room at the county courthouse, wearing a formal white tuxedo. Another happy couple walked out past them, and the two looked at each other.

"Ready, my love?" asked Deanna, smiling. Isabelle nodded shyly, her face barely visible behind her veil. They walked down the short aisle to the county clerk who would marry them.

The clerk began the ceremony using the brief script the couple had turned in with their registration form. "We are gathered here..." and so on.

Isabelle and Deanna had decided that they would each light a candle at the appropriate moment, signifying the light they brought to each other's lives. Deanna went first, saying "I light this candle to illuminate our paths forward, together, for always."

Deanna handed the long match to Isabelle. She moved the match close to the candle, as she said "I light this candle..."

...and suddenly, as the flame touched the candle, a dense fog erupted from its tip, filling the room with fumes! Everyone in the room began coughing, and within moments all were unconscious on the floor.

The fog disappeared in just a few seconds, the door opened and a tall, slender woman entered the room. With her came two other women, wearing janitor uniforms and pushing a large laundry cart. They picked up Isabelle, dumped her in, and covered her with a sheet. Then they pushed the cart out, loaded it into a truck,and were gone.

***

The young bride slowly awakened. She opened her eyes, and saw... the bars of a cage?? The sight shocked her into wakefulness; she tried to sit up and banged her head on the barred roof.  She moved to grab her head, and realized her hands had been shackled behind her back.  There we steel cuffs on her ankles as well, with a chain running between them.

"Where am I? What have you done to my Deanna?" cried Isabelle.

"How nice that you think of your loved one before yourself," came a voice in response. Isabelle turned, and saw standing before her the most intensely-beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was very tall, slim but curvaceous, and wearing a shining latex catsuit and high boots. Her hair was flaming red and gold, and came down to her knees.

"My name is Mistress Trina. And you are going to be my BrideMaid, dear Isabelle."

"But why? You can't do this to me! I'm supposed to get married and live happily ever after!"

"You may remember you once had another love, my Isabelle. It was a very long time ago, and it did not end well.  Remember?"

Isabelle thought back. It was true, before Deanna there was another; and Isabelle had left her for her new love, leaving her lover both sad and angry. She had forgotten all about her... and her name was...

"'Trina?' You are THAT Trina?" She shook her head in disbelief. "You look so totally different!"

"I had a lot of work done, my Isabelle. I changed my face, I grew my hair and have had it colored this way. My high boots and slender shape make me look even taller than I really am.  I have been a dominatrix now for years. And I have had my eye on you all of this time, plotting my revenge."

Isabelle banged her body against the bars of the cage and screamed, "You must LET ME GO!! Someone is going to come and rescue me, and then you are going to prison for a long time!!"

Trina laughed. "No dear, that is not going to happen. I caused Deanna to also conveniently disappear, and nobody will wonder because you were leaving on a long, romantic honeymoon.  I've sold her to a domme friend of mine; she prefers more butch types and probably has her chained and helping her "train" wimpy little things like you.  But you are going to be my Maid, cleaning my home and servicing me, all the while in your lovely bridal gown."

"But I won't do it! You can't make me...ARRGGHH!!"  Isabelle suddenly grabbed her head as a painful shock ripped through her body.

"Yes, I CAN make you, dear Isabelle. This incarceration and punishment will be necessary for a while, but soon a combination of medication and hypnosis will have you as malleable and docile as a kitten."

Isabelle collapsed, sobbing into her white lace. Trina came over to the cage, knelt down, and looked in.  "We don't want to have to give you that shock anymore do we?"  She pulled a ball gag from behind her and quickly slipped it through the bars, around the sissy's neck, and locked it in place.

"Don't worry, my Isabelle. Before long, you will forget Deanna completely, and you will love me as much as I loved you, all of those years ago. I am VERY good at mind control. In just a short time, you will be coming to me on your knees, begging to serve me. It will be a very good life, I promise you.  And it will be the only life you can ever remember."

Trina was as good as her word. Isabelle became her maid, always dressed as a beautiful bride.  Under her gown her sissy cock was confined tightly in a steel cage with a pink bow on it.

A regular administration of mind-numbing drugs reduced her mind to one of a bimbo, and hypnosis made her absolutely devoted to her new owner. Other injections enlarged her breasts and her ass, making her even prettier.  She cleaned, she served, and sometimes--when she was VERY good--Mistress Trina even unlocked the chastity cage and allowed her to pleasure herself.  There were always shining steel shackles on her wrists and ankles, and the electric shock collar on her neck.  She loved all of these shining, pretty things!

"I love you, Mistress Trina. Thank you for letting me be your bride, forever."

 

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