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Subject: {ASSM} ST: The Wishmaker, Pt. 2/2 (M/M, TG, Mdom, body modification, magic)
Date: Sun, 31 Mar 2002 22:10:02 -0500
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Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is
for entertainment purposes only and intended
exclusively for adults. If you are not legally of age
according to the laws of your land or are offended by
such content, please go away.

Warnings: M/M, TG, Mdom, humil, body modification,
magic

***

The Wishmaker: A Dark Fairy Tale
By Mother Kali

(Part Two)

As it happened, Lord Marco did not make them wait long
at all. In fact, when the Old Mother received his
summons, it was barely past the first light. She had
just enough time to adjust the porkpie hat on her
head, pat Johanna on the hand to reassure him and rush
off to the young lord's study where he would render
his verdict on whether her charge's petition would go
forward.

The Old Mother found Lord Marco looking quite harried.
He was normally impeccably groomed, but today his hair
fell messily into his eyes. There were dark circles
beneath his eyes as if he had not slept, and his
clothes were rumpled. He was pacing behind his desk
when the old lady arrived.

"There you are," he said.

She bowed respectfully. "Yes, my Lord. How may I serve
you?"

The young overlord's eyes flashed angrily. "You can
tell me what kind of devilment has caused that
creature to so bewitch me!"

The old woman feigned innocence. "Do you mean Johanna,
my Lord?"

Lord Marco pounded his fist down onto the desk. "I
damn well do and you damn well know it. What have you
done to me, old lady? They say you have powers. Well,
whatever you've done, you had best undo it."

"My Lord, I do not know what you mean. People gossip.
This is true. They find an old woman who lives alone
out in the wild country a curious thing indeed. But a
man of the world such as yourself should know better
than to take such foolishness seriously. Of course,
there has been no devilment, no magic, no coercion of
any kind. There is simply Johanna's beauty, his charm,
his innocence. What could be more natural than to be
captivated by that?"

Lord Marco continued to scowl, clearly not mollified.
The Old Mother smiled inwardly. In her experience, the
harder a man fought the deeper his obsession. It
seemed Lord Marco was conquered indeed.

"The matter is still completely in your own hands, my
Lord," the Old Mother said. "You could deny having any
interest in Johanna and bring him to the ruin you have
so often joked of. But you must ask yourself this. How
will you feel seeing other men touch him, mount him,
take him? Eh? How will your lordship enjoy that?"

Lord Marco's already dour expression grew that much
darker. His black eyes flashed, and the muscle
twitched angrily in his jaw. A few nights ago, he had
almost come to blows with a young fellow who was
impertinent enough to try to take Johanna's hand to
escort him into dinner. From the furious flush on his
neck, it was clear he did not much care for the notion
of other men taking their pleasure with Johanna.

"Your charge has successfully completed the first
test," Lord Marco finally said, through gritted teeth.
"He has earned the right to advance to the next step.
I am a fair man. I will not deny him that. Take him to
the doctor today for the test of his obedience. But I
warn you if he makes so much as a peep of protest,
even a tiny whimper of discomfort, then he *will* be
the entertainment tonight in the great hall for as
many men as want him. When the test is completed,
bring your charge and report back to me."

The Old Mother bowed again. "Yes, my Lord. Your grace
is most generous to give my charge this opportunity."

Lord Marco said nothing. He simply dismissed the old
woman with an impatient wave of his hand.

The Old Mother left his study and hurried back to
Johanna. She hummed a little ditty under her breath as
she went. Everything was going perfectly according to
plan.

When the old woman got to their chamber, Johanna was
already dressed and ready, and waiting anxiously by
the door.

"Well, Mistress?" he said, holding his breath.

The Old Mother smiled. "He has consented to let you
move on to the next test."

Johanna clasped his hands together. "Oh, Mistress. How
shall I bear such happiness?"

"Now, now, child. Let's not get ahead ourselves. The
second test is not to be taken lightly. You will need
all your courage and self-control."

Johanna nodded, listening carefully.

"You know that this is a test of your obedience, do
you not?" the old lady asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"You must demonstrate that you truly understand and
accept that as a wife your body is the property of
your husband to do with as he wishes."

Johanna frowned in puzzlement. "How will I do that?"

"By submitting yourself without hesitation or
complaint to the doctor. Lord Marco has given him
instructions on what he wants done to you. You must
permit the doctor free access to your body. You must
not protest or cry or even allow an unhappy expression
to cross your face. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Johanna's voice faltered a little.
"But what will he do to me?"

"Only Lord Marco and the doctor know that. What you
must ask yourself if this: Is there anything you are
not willing to endure in order to become Lord Marco's
wife?"

Johanna brightened, confident once more. "No,
Mistress. There is nothing I would not sacrifice in
order to be by Lord Marco's side."

The Old Mother patted Johanna approvingly on the
cheek. "That's a good girl. Now let us be off. We must
not keep the doctor or Lord Marco waiting."

The Old Mother and Johanna quickly set out and hurried
the short way to the doctor's office. As before, they
were received by the doctor's nurse and sent to the
waiting room. After a few minutes, the doctor came out
to greet them.

"Good morning," he said. He shook the old lady's hand.
"It's good to see you again." He smiled at Johanna.
Johanna returned the smile bashfully and lowered his
eyes demurely.

The doctor clapped his hand together in a
business-like fashion. "Shall we begin?"

"Yes, thank you, doctor," the Old Mother said. "If I
could have just one last word with my charge, then
I'll send him right into you."

Dr. Gray inclined his head. "Of course." He turned to
Johanna. "We'll be in the same room as before. You
remember the way, don't you?"

Johanna nodded. The doctor smiled.

"Good then," he said. "I'll see you inside."

The Old Mother waited until she heard the door close
behind him.

"This is the crucial step, my child," she told
Johanna. "Everything is to be won or lost here. You
must remember that the doctor works for Lord Marco.
You recall how the lord's hirelings tried to make you
soil your purity during the parties?"

Johanna nodded and colored with shame at the memory of
their impertinent hands groping him.

"We can not be sure that the doctor will not try to
trick you into breaking your vow of obedience. So you
must stay perfectly silent the entire time. If he asks
you a question, simply smile. In fact, keep a happy
smile on your face from beginning to end. Imagine
yourself in the marriage bed with your handsome young
lord. That should give you something to smile about.
But whatever you do, don't let it seem you have any
doubt or discomfort. Can you do that for me?"

Johanna thought for a moment and then nodded gravely.
"Mistress, you have taught me well. I will remember
your lessons and bring you honor."

"Very good, my child." The Old Mother kissed him on
the cheek. "May good fortune shine on you."

"Thank you, Mistress." Johanna curtsied.

"Off you go now!"

The Old Mother waited until Johanna had disappeared
through the door before she scurried off to her hiding
place where she could peak into the exam room. As
before, the doctor directed Johanna to remove his
clothes behind the screen and then take a seat on the
table. Johanna did as he was told and kept a bright
smile plastered on his face the whole time.

"All right then," the doctor said, once Johanna had
gotten settled. "We can begin."

He wheeled a tray over to the cabinet where he kept
his medical equipment. He opened drawers and took out
various items: several long needles, a small wood
block, alcohol, swabs, a small surgical soldering gun.
There were a couple of other items that had already
been placed on the tray before Johanna arrived. It was
difficult for the Old Mother to make them out,
although they appeared to be made of gold, and she
thought she could see some links of chain.

Johanna was practicing the meditation exercises the
Old Mother had taught him, trying not to panic. The
doctor wheeled the track back to the table, along with
a stool.

He sat down in front of Johanna and said, "Here we go
now."

He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and tweaked one of
Johanna's nipples until it stood up erectly. Johanna
blushed with embarrassment to be handled so
intimately, but he did not stop smiling. The doctor
sterilized one of the needles with alcohol and dabbed
some on Johanna nipple as well. He placed the wooden
block on one side of the nipple and pierced the needle
through the other side. Johanna, to his credit, was a
paragon of self-control, although to have his
sensitive nipple lanced like that without anything to
numb it must have been excruciating. 

The doctor threaded a fairly thick gold ring through
the bleeding nipple. The ring had a little charm on it
with Lord Marco's coat of arms. The doctor used the
surgical soldering iron to seal the metal. The rings
would be permanent. Johanna would never be able to
take them off.

A chain hung from the first ring and connected to the
second. The doctor performed the same procedure on the
other nipple. When he was finished, Johanna had rather
large gold rings threaded through his nipples with a
length of gold chain that hung nearly to his belly
button.

"What do you think?" the doctor asked.

Johanna said nothing. He simply brightened his smile
in response.

The Old Mother, of course, knew Johanna well enough to
interpret the true expression in his eyes. It was pure
misery. Aside from the pain, body piercing was just
not done in polite circles. It was something left to
prostitutes and male pleasure slaves, to enhance their
customers' pleasure. This was not just a test. It
would be a daily reminder of Johanna's lowly status.

The Old Mother knew that this must hit Johanna
especially hard because he tended to be rather vain
about his pretty nipples, inordinately proud that they
were a rosy pink rather than common brown. Every
morning and every night, he took great pains to rub
the Old Mother's special cream into them to keep them
plump and supple. Now as Johanna looked down at his
poor nipples, red and swollen, gaudy with the rings
and charms and chain, the Old Mother could just
imagine how much he wanted to cry.

But he never so much as flinched. He was careful to
keep everything he felt carefully hidden from the
doctor behind a false, convincing smile. He did not
even fidget, but waited docilely for the next atrocity
to be committed against his person.

"Well, well," the doctor said. "You got through that
easily enough. We'll need to see to your penis next."

Those words were enough to make any man--no matter how
sissified--blanch with terror. But Johanna smiled like
sunshine, no doubt concentrating on some treasured
vision of his life with Lord Marco.

"I'll need you to assume the same position that you
did the other day with your heels up on the table and
your bottom as far toward the edge as you can."

Johanna obediently complied. The doctor sterilized
another need and pierced Johanna's penis in two
places. Through the piercings, the doctor installed a
little device with a lock on it. When the lock was
properly closed, Johanna would be physically incapable
of getting an erection or ejaculating.

The doctor turned the key in the lock and tugged at it
to test it. Johanna managed to keep smiling although
this must have caused excruciating pain in his newly
pierced penis.

"That seems secure enough," the doctor said. He undid
the lock, leaving Johanna's penis unrestricted. "We'll
leave it up to Lord Marco whether he wants that locked
up or not. It's not too uncomfortable, is it?"

Johanna smiled brightly, as if it were of no concern
to him that his penis had just been pierced without
any anesthetic and he would soon have no control over
his sexuality whatsoever.

"Good then," Dr. Gray said. "That just leaves one more
thing."

When the doctor turned back to the cabinet, the Old
Mother could see Johanna breathe a sigh of relief. It
was almost over. But Johanna's relief was short-lived,
as the scent of heated metal soon filled the room.

"If you could stand up please," the doctor said.

Johanna hopped down from the table like a good girl,
still smiling.

"Now bend over the table if you would."

Johanna did as he was told, resting his upper body on
the exam table, his posterior up in the air.

"That's fine," the doctor said.

He picked up what looked like a fireplace poker from
where it had been sitting on a heating ring. At the
end of the poker was a flat circle that had some kind
of design in it. The iron glowed red it was so hot. 

The doctor walked back over to Johanna with the poker
in his hand. Fortunately for Johanna, he saw what was
happening and was able to bite down on his hand just
before the doctor pressed the white-hot branding iron
against his right butt cheek. A loud sizzling sound
and the stench of burning flesh filled the air. The
Old Mother had to blink back tears. That's how proud
she was. Her little Johanna never made so much as a
peep.

The doctor pulled the branding iron away, and the Old
Mother could see that Johanna had been permanently
marked with Lord Marco's coat of arms, designating him
as the young lord's property, the same way livestock
would be. 

Dr. Gray carried the branding iron over to the sink
and immersed it in water to cool it. The Old Mother
could see Johanna's back moving up and down as he
shakily performed his breathing exercises to compose
himself. By the time the doctor turned back to him,
Johanna had straightened up. He was smiling serenely,
waiting patiently for the doctor's next instructions.

"I trust that wasn't too uncomfortable?" the doctor
said.

Johanna managed to keep right on smiling despite the
grave affront of having someone refer to being branded
as "uncomfortable."

"Well, then," he said. "That looks like we have
everything taken care of. You can get dressed now. And
you'll need this." He handed Johanna the key to his
penis. Johanna blushed with humiliation. "Give that to
your chaperone. She'll know what to do with it. And I
hope the next time I see you it's in preparation for
your wedding day."

He smiled kindly and left Johanna to dress. The Old
Mother went back to her chair to wait for Johanna. The
doctor wouldn't come out to speak with her this time.
He would make his report directly to Lord Marco. From
what the Old Mother had seen, she could not doubt it
would be positive.

After a few more minutes, Johanna emerged. Gone was
the smile he had so resolutely worn all through the
test. His face was pale and strained, and he looked as
if he might burst into tears at any moment.

"There, there," the Old Mother said.

"It was awful, Mistress," Johanna said, in a faltering
voice.

The old lady patted his hand. "You made it through.
That's what counts."

Johanna's mouth trembled. "But he pierced my nipples.
And my--" Johanna looked down in the direction of his
penis. He no longer liked to say the word. "And he--"
Johanna's voice hitched with sobs. "He branded me!"

"My poor, poor child!" The Old Mother stroked his
hair. "But it would hardly be a test if it were easy,
would it?"

Johanna did not answer. He still looked as if he
wanted to cry.

"I know what will make you feel better. When we go see
Lord Marco, and he says you've passed this test and
may go to the final step. Won't that be nice?"

Johanna nodded bravely, a true testament to his
devotion to Lord Marco. 

"Let us be off then," the old lady said.

They returned to Lord Marco's house, although it took
longer than usual. The pain in Johanna's penis and
buttock slowed him considerably. He was also
distracted by how visible the nipple chain was beneath
his tightly fitted bodice, and he kept stopping to try
to smooth the fabric of his dress to hide it. 

Back home, they went straight to their chamber, so
Johanna could change into the proper attire for his
inspection by Lord Marco. He removed all his clothing
and donned an airy silk dressing gown with a birds of
paradise pattern on it. Before he tied the belt, the
Old Mother gave him the once over to make sure he was
ready to stand before Lord Marco. She was pleased with
what she saw. The only imperfections were those caused
by the doctor's procedures. His nipples were raw and
swollen, the head of his penis red and inflamed, his
butt cheek discolored from the branding. Later, the
Old Mother would soothe his abused flesh with a
healing salve. But Lord Marco would want to see the
doctor's handiwork in all its glory.

"All right," the old lady said. "Close your robe. And
here. You must wear this."

She had strung the key to Johanna's penis on a pretty
pink ribbon. She hung it around his neck. 

"Good," she said, surveying Johanna's appearance. "You
are ready to face your young sweetheart now."

Johanna followed the Old Mother to Lord Marco's study.
They were shown in immediately and found Lord Marco
standing by his desk, tapping his watch.

"Where have you been?" he snapped. "The doctor
finished submitting his report ten minutes ago."

 The Old Mother bowed. "Forgive me, my Lord. An old
lady like me does not move as quickly as I once did."

Lord Marco sighed. "Well, you're here now. So let us
get down to business. Have your charge remove his
robe."

Johanna blushed quite violently. The Old Mother could
just imagine how his heart must flutter at the
prospect of being naked in front of his sweetheart.
But he handled the situation with great poise. He
bowed his head in an attitude of genteel submission,
opened his robe and let it flutter gracefully to the
ground, so that all he wore was the key around his
neck. He kept his back straight and his eyes lowered,
confident in his loveliness, but without any trace of
unseemly pride.

 From the great bulge in Lord Marco's trousers, it
seemed he was quite pleased with his first glimpse of
Johanna's body. He drifted over to him, fingered
Johanna's nipple rings, tugged gently at the chain,
played with the little lock on his penis, and admired
the crest on Johanna's right buttock while he fondled
the other cheek. The Old Mother did not protest the
forward gesture. Prospective husbands were allowed a
certain latitude during inspection.

Johanna couldn't help trembling at Lord Marco's touch,
but it was in a responsive, feminine way that Lord
Marco seemed to appreciate. The Old Mother was proud
to see that Johanna did nothing to disgrace himself.
He did not flinch when Lord Marco toyed with his
piercings. And there was no embarrassing display of
masculinity when the handsome young overlord touched
his penis, although the Old Mother suspected this was
largely because of all the abuse the organ had just
suffered at the doctor's hands.

Lord Marco lifted the key, looked at it and smiled. "I
see you have the most important thing of all."

Johanna could not answer. It was such an unladylike
subject. 

So the Old Mother spoke up for him. "Yes, my Lord. We
have it."

"Very well then. Your charge may go. I wish to speak
with you privately."

Johanna retrieved his robe from the floor and donned
it once more. He curtsied to Lord Marco and left the
room.

Lord Marco lit a cigar and took a puff. "Dr. Gray says
he passed the test with flying colors. He did not say
a word, did not make so much as a sound the whole time
he was there. Never once stopped smiling," he said,
staring off into space, as if he were talking to
himself.

The old woman simply nodded, so she didn't interrupt
his train of thought.

"It seems impossible that he should endure so much so
cheerfully," Lord Marco mused. "I must admit I find
the idea rather stirring. If he were mine, I could--"

The young lord suddenly realized what he was saying
and to whom.

"Yes, well," he said. "I find that your charge has
passed the second test and furthermore that he pleases
me. He may pay me tribute in the great hall before all
the ladies and gentlemen assembled there to prove his
submissiveness to me. If his tribute is acceptable, we
will wed."

The Old Mother got down on one knee to a great chorus
of protesting joints. "Your lordship is most
beneficent. Please accept the thanks of a humble old
lady on behalf of my charge."

"Yes, yes." Lord Marco flicked ashes from his cigar
impatiently. "See to your charge. Make certain he is
well prepared. I do not take the matter of tribute
lightly. So be warned."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

"The Old Mother managed to pick herself up from the
floor with the same desperate popping and creaking.
She hurried back to their chamber to give Johanna the
good news.

She found him sitting listlessly in the window seat,
staring outside. She told him Lord Marco's decision,
but he was less excited than she might have thought.
It had been a hard day, after all. They spent the rest
of the afternoon quietly, mending Johanna's dresses
and working at their embroidery. When it was time for
bed, the Old Mother liberally applied salve to all
Johanna's sore places. By the next morning, the
redness and swelling would be gone, and the pain would
be very much reduced. Johanna put on his nightgown,
and the old lady tucked him in.

After the lights were turned out, the old woman could
hear Johanna sobbing. The Old Mother lay in her bed,
listening, staring at the dark ceiling with a dreamy
smile. For a connoisseur of sacrifice like her, this
was the sweetest music of all.

***

The next day, Johanna's preparations for the coming
night's entertainment were much the same as they had
been for all the other parties. He began early as
usual to accomplish all the necessary tasks: bathing,
moisturizing, powdering and perfuming his body;
washing, drying and styling his hair; giving himself a
facial; manicuring and polishing his nails; applying
his makeup. 

And yet, it was also quite different in some ways.
Despite his elaborate hairdo that involved a mound of
braids arranged in a rather architectural fashion on
top of his hair, he wore only a very simple dressing
gown made of plain white muslin. There was no frilly
lingerie, no sheer stockings, no dainty slippers. The
third test was a display of humility. So tonight, he
would walk into the great hall barefoot, as a symbol
of his sacrifice of status and possessions, to show
that he would come to marriage with nothing to offer
but his own body, which he would relinquish completely
to his husband. The only adornment he wore was the key
to his penis hanging on the ribbon around his neck.

Johanna seemed less excited than he had for previous
evenings and more nervous. The Old Mother was not
particularly surprised. Seekers always became more
thoughtful and grave in the final days before
attaining their dream.

When the Old Mother had approved Johanna's appearance,
he closed his robe and tied it tightly at the waist.
He was practicing his breathing exercises, trying to
keep calm. The old lady led the way to the door of the
great hall. They stood waiting there for the sound of
the trumpets that would announce them. 

The cue finally came, and the great doors swung open.
Johanna stepped into the room. The old lady hung back.
This was Johanna's big moment, and she waited until
all eyes were on Johanna before she slipped into the
hall unnoticed. 

Johanna stood at the end of a long red carpet that led
to the front of the room where Lord Marco presided. 

The young lord raised his hand in a ceremonial gesture
and said, "Let the final test begin."

The Old Mother watched Johanna carefully and could see
the almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw.
Otherwise, he appeared completely serene as he untied
his robe and let it fall to the floor.

The crowd gasped when it saw his naked body and then
snickered. Johanna began the long, slow, humiliating
walk up the carpet toward Lord Marco, giving all the
finely dressed ladies and gentlemen ample time to gawk
at what had been done to his body and enjoy a laugh at
his expense. On both sides of him, people pointed at
his tiny, cosseted penis, his gaudy pierced nipples,
the large, garish mark on his backside that declared
him Lord Marco's private property. These were the very
same people who only a few nights before had fought
each other for the honor of fawning over him. But
then, this was precisely what everyone enjoyed so much
about glamorous submissive male brides: building them
up just to tear them back down again.

At last, Johanna reached the end of the red carpet. He
stopped in front of Lord Marco and curtsied. Then he
leaned his head forward, inviting Lord Marco to take
the key from around his neck, symbolically
surrendering his manhood to his prospective husband.
Lord Marco took the key and turned it in the lock,
imprisoning Johanna's penis, assuming ownership of his
sexuality. He triumphantly held up the key for
everyone to see, and the crowd burst into wildly
enthusiastic applause.

Johanna kept his eyes dutifully lowered, but the Old
Mother could see that he was very pale. After all, it
was one thing to dream of belonging to someone else,
and quite another to turn over complete control of
your penis to another man in front of five hundred
morbidly curious onlookers. 

"Well then, my fair Johanna," Lord Marco said, in a
bold, public voice. "Is there something you wish to
ask me?"

Johanna curtsied, looking rather self-conscious about
his nakedness. "Yes, my Lord." He fell to his knees in
a gesture of supplication. "May I please be granted
the very great honor of being allowed to pay you
tribute?"

Lord Marco stroked the great bulge that had already
formed in his trousers. "As it happens, I find myself
very much in need of tribute," he quipped.

The assembly laughed.

Johanna turned red with shame to be the butt of such
jokes, but he said very softly, "Thank you, my Lord."

Lord Marco undid his trousers and took out his cock.
Everyone in the room gasped, and even the Old Mother
was rather startled. She was quite certain she had
never seen such a tree trunk on a man in her entire
life.

"There you are, little girl," Lord Marco said,
presenting his enormous cock to Johanna. "Prove to me
your devotion."

Johanna took Lord Marco's cock into his mouth. He
practically had to dislocate his jaw to accommodate
it, but fortunately, he was used to this. The Old
Mother had made him practice fellatio on abnormally
large cucumbers and squash as part of his training
routine. He had grown quite adept at it.

The great hall went entirely silent as Johanna used
his lips and tongue and even the gentle application of
teeth to titillate Lord Marco. The only sounds were
the sucking and slurping noises he made as he gave his
sweetheart head. The assembly watched with utter
fascination. The lords stroked themselves through
their pants. The ladies fanned themselves, and some
even resorted to smelling salts. The site of lovely
Johanna going down on the handsome young lord was so
arousing it left them lightheaded.

As Johanna lavished pleasure on Lord Marco's penis and
balls, the Old Mother watched the young overlord's
face carefully. She saw the exact moment his decision
was formed. Even at this late point in the process,
there was still the inclination in Lord Marco to toy
with Johanna's affections. The old lady suspected his
plan had been to accept tribute, declare it
unacceptable, and make a great spectacle of
dishonoring Johanna, before passing him around to
every man in the hall. 

But when Johanna deep throated him so easily and
sucked him with more skill than even the most seasoned
prostitute ever had, it changed everything. Lord Marco
began to imagine how even more amazing it would feel
to penetrate Johanna's virgin rosebud, to be inside
his tight, pliant body. And then he had to ask himself
if he really wanted to share that with anyone else.

When he pulled his cock out of Johanna's mouth and
came in long, thick spurts in his face, everyone had
the answer.

"It is official," he said, breathing heavily from his
climax. "We are betrothed!"

The ladies and gentlemen all cheered. 

"The wedding will take place a week from Saturday," he
said.

The crowed celebrated even more jubilantly. Johanna
remained where he was, down on his knees at Lord
Marco's feet, looking rather stunned and crumpled.
Come dripped from his chin. His hair was mussed, his
makeup smeared. The Old Mother thought he might be in
shock and perhaps had not heard the announcement,
because he looked like wanted to cry and not in a good
way.

The old lady hurried over to him, helped him to his
feet and led him back to where his robe lay. She
picked it up from the ground and put it on him, while
Johanna remained as still and slack as a rag doll. The
Old Mother could well sympathize. It was a traumatic
thing, indeed, to go from being the belle of the ball
to a total laughingstock. But such was the life of a
submissive male bride. Whenever they became too
popular, glowed too brightly, their husbands had free
reign to bring them back down to earth with whatever
public humiliation suited their fancy. It would not be
the last time Johanna would be cruelly mocked by the
same people who had only recently adored him.

The Old Mother put a comforting arm around Johanna and
escorted him from the room. Now that he had officially
become Lord Marco's fiancee, it would not do for him
to appear in public, not until the wedding took place.
Plus, the old lady did not want anyone to see him
looking so distraught. This was supposed to be his
dream of a lifetime come true, and she did not want
people to start gossiping.

When the doors to the great hall closed behind them,
Johanna started to cry.

The old lady hustled Johanna back to their chamber,
patting him on the hand, and saying, "There, there.
It's all over now. The tests all done. There's no
sense in weeping when you've just gotten everything
you've ever wanted."

Back in their room, the first thing Johanna wanted to
do was brush his teeth and gargle. Then the Old Mother
helped him bathe and wash his hair to get the come out
of it. She laid out of a fresh nighty for him and when
he had changed into it, she tucked him into bed.

"Mistress?" Johanna said.

"Yes?"

Johanna struggled for a moment to frame his words.
"It-- Oh, god. It tasted really awful."

"Ah," the Old Mother said, understanding Johanna's
distress at last. "So you didn't like the flavor of
your fiancee's spunk, eh?"

Johanna shook his head and wrinkled his nose.

"Well, my child, what bride does? Not one of them, I
tell you. Eventually you'll get used to it. But even
if you don't, it's your duty to please your man. If he
wants your mouth on his big, horny pecker, then you
give it to him. And you pretend no candy has ever
tasted so sweet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Johanna said, with a note of
resignation in his voice.

"That's my good girl. Now get a good night's sleep,
and I'm sure you'll feel much better in the morning.
Especially once we start getting you fitted for your
wedding gown. That ought to perk you right up."

"Will there be a long train, Mistress?" Johanna asked,
already brightening.

The Old Mother chuckled. "We'll see to that in the
morning. Now go to sleep."

Johanna snuggled under the covers and was soon dozing.
 From the expression on his face, the Old Mother could
tell he was dreaming of tulle and organza and pearls,
and had put the memory of his husband's foul tasting
seed right out of his head.

The old lady smiled. That was always the way with
seekers. They tended their illusions with the greatest
of care.

***

The Old Mother's prediction proved quite accurate;
once Johanna got caught up in the flurry of wedding
preparations, he forgot all about the tribulations
he'd endured. The fickle pendulum of public opinion
had swung back in his favor. Every highborn lady in
the land came to call on him, bringing lavish
engagement presents and showering him with honeyed
compliments, all in the hopes of being asked to serve
as a bridesmaid. Johanna was in his natural element,
surrounded by a bevy of young beauties who all wanted
to brush his hair and find out what shade his lipstick
was.

Lord Marco sent some token of his regard every day:
four dozen red roses, an emerald bracelet, a rare and
exotic fragrance that cost a king's ransom to procure.
The excitement reached a crescendo when the wedding
gown finally arrived. Lord Marco had picked it out
himself, and it was a great tribute to his taste. 

Surely, there had never been a more exquisite garment
in the long, glorious history of wedding gowns. It was
made of the most lavish fabrics: silk, satin, lace and
tulle. The bodice was off the shoulder and the waist
tightly fitted. The skirt had three tiers, for a full,
graceful silhouette, and the train was longer than any
train the Old Mother could remember ever seeing. But
the single most striking thing about the gown was that
it was sequined all over with real diamonds. 

Along with the dress came a team of eight seamstresses
who would measure and fit and stitch until the dress
fit Johanna like he had been born in it. Johanna
glowed with happiness as he basked in all the
attention--with the seamstresses bustling around him,
exclaiming proudly at his tiny waist, and his
bridesmaids oohing and aahing over the gown, assuring
him that the sparkle of the diamonds brought out the
brightness of his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Old Mother had business to attend to
with Lord Marco, and so she went to meet him in his
study. Now that the wedding was on, they could be more
casual with one another. Lord Marco offered her a
cigar and a seat, and the Old Mother accepted both.

Lord Marco lit the cigar for her, and they puffed
contentedly in silence for a while, both enjoying a
good smoke.

At last, Lord Marco said, "Let us get down to details
then." He reared back comfortably in his leather
chair. "I've already settled with his wife. She
accepted a reasonable dowry for him, and the city
clerk has filed the papers dissolving their marriage."

"Aye, my Lord," the Old Mother said, taking a pleasant
drag on her cigar.

"That just leaves the medical question. I've made an
appointment with Dr. Gray for the day before the
wedding. If he's healthy and meets the physical
requirement for marriage as I expect, then the doctor
will prepare him, and we'll proceed."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

"It's amazing really," Lord Marco mused. "I never
would have imagined being in this position. When he
first petitioned to become my wife, I thought only to
have a bit of fun with him. But then--" He smiled
wickedly. "I suspect I shall have a great deal of fun
with my compliant bride before all is said and done."

The Old Mother returned his smile, allowing herself a
brief conspiratorial moment with him. "Aye, my Lord. I
dare say that's the truth."

They sat together smoking in silence a while longer,
and then the Old Mother thanked him and took her
leave. She collected Johanna, and they set off for the
doctor's office. The nurse nodded to them when they
arrived, and they took seats in the waiting room. The
Old Mother rested her eyes and savored the flavor of
fine tobacco left over from Lord Marco's fancy
imported cigar.  Johanna fidgeted nervously. He'd had
too many bad experiences in this place to relax.

The doctor soon appeared and greeted them.

The Old Mother turned to Johanna. "Go on in, child. I
just need a word with the doctor."

Johanna nodded and did as he was told. 

When the door closed behind him, the doctor asked the
Old Mother, "Yes ma'am, what may I do for you?"

"You must understand, doctor. It is only out of
concern for my charge that I must speak to you about
this. Please, if you could, make the exam easy on him
and use the smallest instrument you have. He is a
virgin, of course, but Lord Marco will expect--"

Dr. Gray held up his hand. "Not to worry, ma'am. I
know the ways of gentry all too well. Unless there's
blood on the conjugal sheets, they're not satisfied. I
will be very careful with your charge."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you. You have been most helpful
to us. Please accept the thanks of an old lady."

The doctor bowed. "It has been a pleasure to serve,
ma'am. And now, if you will excuse me?"

The old lady waved her hand. "Of course, of course."

When Dr. Gray left, the Old Mother once again took her
place so that she might spy on the proceedings.
Johanna had already disrobed and was waiting on the
exam table when the doctor arrived.

"Ah," Dr. Gray said. "Very good. That's most
cooperative. If you could lie back please."

Johanna complied. The doctor went to the bottom of the
table and adjusted it to extend the stirrups. 

"If you could put your feet here." He helped guide
Johanna into the stirrups. "I'm going to fasten these
ankle cuffs, to help keep you in the right position."

The Old Mother could hear the soft sound of the
velcro. 

"Okay," the doctor said. "If you could move your
bottom all the way down to the edge of the table."

Johanna did as he asked.

"Good," said Dr. Gray. "Now I'm going to move the
stirrups apart. Don't be nervous."

The doctor spread Johanna's legs wide, exposing his
most private places. Johanna turned scarlet with
embarrassment.

"All right now. Just relax," Dr. Gray said, as he
prepared the speculum. "Nice and easy," he said, as he
inserted it into Johanna's anus.

The Old Mother found the look on Johanna's face
priceless. Clearly, not only was he a virgin with
other men, but he had never been penetrated with
anything. His face turned red, and he breathed
heavily. He looked uncomfortable, even indignant, to
be breached like that. His expression grew even more
distressed as the doctor manipulated the speculum
inside him, using it to open him up. 

The Old Mother smiled to herself. If Johanna found
that uncomfortable, she wondered how he would ever
handle having his husband stick his enormous club
inside him.

The doctor examined Johanna as quickly as possibly and
then removed the speculum. Johanna breathed a visible
sigh of relief.

"Well, you're perfectly healthy. So that's good news.
We just have to collect our sample, and that will be
that." 

Dr. Gray changed his gloves. He then produced a key
and unlocked Johanna's penis. A submissive male
bride's doctor always kept a duplicate on hand for use
during medical visits. Dr. Gray squirted some
lubricant onto his fingers.

"All right, just try to relax," he said. "It will help
you finish faster."

He grasped Johanna's tiny penis and began to stimulate
it. Johanna's eyes widened, and he looked like he very
much wanted to pull away. Since he'd embraced his
femininity, he had lost almost complete interest in
his penis and often seemed embarrassed by it. But he
knew that the wedding would not proceed unless he was
able to demonstrate that he was still functional, so
he allowed the doctor's intrusive touch. 

Arousing Johanna was no simple task. The doctor was
obviously well versed in the mechanics of inducing an
erection, and he stroked Johanna's penis and balls
quite skillfully. But it still took quite a while for
him to harden. It took even longer to get him to the
brink of orgasm. There was no explicit rule about how
long the doctor would attempt to bring about climax.
Dr. Gray was clearly sympathetic to Johanna, but even
he wouldn't keep trying forever. The Old Mother had
begun to worry that perhaps the wedding might not
happen after all when Dr. Gray grabbed a sample cup
and held it beneath Johanna's penis. 

Johanna screwed up his face and climaxed. A small
amount of very thin come dribbled from his penis, and
the doctor carefully caught it.

"That's fine then," he said, screwing the lid onto the
sample cup and labeling it.

Johanna lay back, breathing heavily, relieved it was
over. The doctor wiped him clean and refastened the
lock.

"Well, my dear, you'll be happy to hear that you've
passed the physical with flying colors," the doctor
said. "The wedding can go forward as planned."

Johanna smiled happily.

"Now we just need to get you ready for your wedding
night," Dr. Gray said. 

He went over to the cabinet and retrieved a nozzle,
hose and enema bag. Johanna squirmed nervously. Dr.
Gray returned to the examination table with his
equipment.

"Now, don't fret. It's just a little matter of
hygiene. You do want to be clean for your husband on
your wedding night, don't you?"

Johanna nodded, but he still looked rather uneasy.

"All right then," the doctor said.

He connected the equipment, then lubed a nozzle and
inserted it into Johanna's anus. He held up the enema
bag and the liquid began to rush inside. At first,
Johanna seemed to tolerate it fairly well, but as his
belly swelled, he began to look more and more
desperate. 

Belatedly, the Old Mother wondered if she had
remembered to mention to him that as the wife of a
nobleman he would most likely be given two enemas a
day, morning and night. She smiled wickedly to
herself. Ah, well! He would soon find out for himself.

Finally, the doctor removed the nozzle and held a
large bedpan beneath Johanna's bottom so he could
relieve himself. The embarrassing squelching and
groaning his body made as he emptied his bowels caused
Johanna to turn bright red with humiliation.

The doctor used several antiseptic wipes to clean him
and then unfastened his ankles. 

"That's it for today, my dear. You're all ready for
your wedding. You may get dressed now and return to
your chaperone."

Johanna scrambled up from the table and hurried behind
the screen. The doctor left the room, and the Old
Mother rushed back to her seat. A moment later, the
doctor emerged.

"Well, it was rather touch and go there for a while,"
he reported to the old lady. "But he did manage it
eventually. I'll report to Lord Marco that his fiancee
is ready to wed."

The old lady stood and shook the doctor's hand. "Thank
you, sir. We will not forget your kindness."

Dr. Gray bowed and took his leave. A moment later,
Johanna came out, looking flushed and a little
disheveled. Clearly, this reminder of his masculinity
had troubled him. 

"How did it go, my child?" the Old Mother asked.

Johanna mumbled something vaguely positive.

"All right then. Shall we be off?" she asked.

He nodded gratefully.

They set off back to Lord Marco's house, and as they
walked along, Johanna frowned, as if deep in thought.

Finally, he murmured, sounding rather appalled, "I
can't believe I ever actually enjoyed that. It's so--
so crude!"

The Old Woman smiled to herself. She didn't say so to
Johanna, but she doubted he would ever have to worry
about such a thing again. If Lord Marco proved to be
the kind of man she suspected, Johanna's penis would
never have another moment's freedom as long as he
lived.

***

In the morning, the big day had finally arrived.
Johanna and the Old Mother arose early to begin his
preparations. They were attended by Johanna's twelve
bridesmaids and Lord Marco's most accomplished female
servants. By the time they were all finished with him,
Johanna was a luminous vision in white, the most
glittering jewel the land had ever seen. His milky
complexion was perfectly complemented by the ladies'
skillful application of makeup. His lustrous hair was
stunningly dressed with pearls, diamonds and delicate
white rose buds. The dress swirled around him like a
puffy white cloud, the diamonds catching the light and
reflecting it. The satin train of his gown was edged
with lace and stretched one hundred feet long. It took
six bridesmaids to manage it. 

Johanna's attendants were also beautifully dressed, in
soft, flowing dresses of a delicate rose color. But
Johanna's beauty was so brilliant and striking that
they tended to fade invisibly into the background.
This was appropriate, after all. It was Johanna's day.

The bevy of bridesmaids, servants and the Old Mother
accompanied Johanna to the cathedral where he would
wed. All the guests had arrived and been seated. Lord
Marco and his attendants took their places at the
altar. Johanna and his wedding party waited in the
antechamber. In a few moments the bridal march would
come swelling from the orchestra, and he would begin
the long, joyous journey down the aisle.

The Old Mother took Johanna's hands in her own. Some
chaperones escorted their charges down the aisle, but
the old lady preferred not to intrude on Johanna's
moment in the spotlight. She would take her place by
the altar and wait for him there. So this was her last
moment to give him counsel before he became a married
man.

"You look absolutely lovely, my dear," she told him.

This was extravagant praise from the Old Mother, but
it hardly did Johanna justice. His eyes were bright
with happy tears. His face was filled with light. This
was the moment--with the big white dress and the
handsome young nobleman and everyone straining just to
catch a glimpse of him--that he had been dreaming of
all his life. This made it all worthwhile--all the
hard work and the sacrifice, even the many
humiliations--just to be standing here now, the
blushing bride on his wedding day. 

"You must take care to savor every moment," the old
lady advised him. "Store away the memories of this
day. In the future, they will help you get through the
more onerous duties a wife is always burdened with."

Johanna made no reply. He simply stared at the old
lady in puzzlement. He could not imagine that every
day of marriage would not be just like this.

The Old Mother sighed. "What I mean to say is-- Have
fun!"

Johanna smiled. "Thank you, Mistress. For everything."

The old lady nodded and hurried off to take her place
at the front of the church. She had just gotten set
when the music began, and the doors to the cathedral
opened. The bridesmaids processed in, smiling
brightly, moving elegantly down the aisle to the
altar. The cathedral was enormous, and the trip took
some time. The guests watched politely, but what they
really wanted to see was the bride.

Finally, the last bridesmaid took her place. The music
stopped, and silence fell. Then the bold, familiar
strains of the bridal march began, and everyone got to
their feet. When Johanna appeared, they all
collectively gasped. Surely, there had never been a
more exquisite bride. 

Johanna held himself gracefully and glided down the
aisle in a sea of satin and tulle, his elegant train
floating behind him. This trip down the red carpet was
far different than the last, when he had offered
tribute to Lord Marco. Today, no one had come to
laugh. Everyone was there to worship him.

When Johanna reached the altar, he took his place at
the Old Mother's side. Lord Marco gave him a ravenous
look, and Johanna's cheeks turned pink with pleasure.
Since Lord Marco was such a high-ranking nobleman, the
bishop himself presided at the ceremony. He was
dressed in rich, ornately decorated ecclesiastical
robes. He gestured with his hands for the congregation
to be seated.

When everyone was settled, he began, "Dearly beloved,
ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to
celebrate the submissive marriage of Johanna to The
Honorable Lord Marco. Who gives this submissive male
in marriage?"

The Old Mother said, "I do."

Johanna turned to her. The old lady carefully turned
back his veil and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

"Good luck, my dear," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress."

The Old Mother relinquished Johanna to Lord Marco and
took her seat in the front row.

The bishop continued, "Submissive marriage is an
honorable estate and should not be entered into
lightly." The bishop turned to Lord Marco. "My Lord,
are you satisfied that the bride has met all the tests
and requirements for submissive marriage?"

Lord Marco inclined his head. "I am."

The bishop turned to Johanna. "And you, Johanna, are
you ready to take on all the responsibilities and
sacrifices required of you in submissive marriage? To
willingly and cheerfully forfeit all your wealth and
your status as a man in good standing? To submit
yourself completely and unquestioningly to the will of
your husband? To fulfill his desires as if they were
your own?"

"I am," Johanna said shyly, his eyes shining with
happiness.

"Very well," the bishop said. "I find both parties are
entering into this covenant freely and knowingly." He
turned again to Lord Marco. "My Lord, do you take this
submissive male to be your wedded wife. To provide for
him. To command and to discipline him. As long as you
both shall live?"

"I do."

"And you, Johanna, do you take Lord Marco to be your
wedded husband and master? To serve him faithfully. To
obey and to submit. As long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Johanna said, in a fluttery voice.

"Submissive marriage is an old and honored institution
of our society. As such, the community has a role to
play in upholding the submissive union. Is their
anyone who objects to this marriage or requires
further evidence of its validity?"

A hush fell over the room, and the wedding guests all
looked around. The bishop was about to continue when
an attractive woman in her early forties stood up.

"Yes, your grace. I have a request."

The crowd gasped. The bishop appeared totally
discombobulated. He nervously tugged at the sleeves of
his elaborately embroidered robe and cleared his
throat several times.

Johanna went so pale he looked as if he might faint.
The Old Mother heard him mutter under his breath, "My
God. Phyllis!"

This was Johanna's former wife. The Old Mother had to
hide her smile. She just couldn't help it. She got a
charge out of female vindictiveness.

The bishop cleared his throat once more. "What is the
nature of your-- er, objection?" he asked.

"I contest the bride's virginity," Phyllis said.

The crowd gasped even more loudly. There was no more
ghastly allegation than that the bride might not be
pure.

"I demand that the virginity test be performed,"
Phyllis said.

The crowd shifted restlessly in the pews, murmuring
among themselves. The bishop shifted his weight
awkwardly.

"Er-- well, of course," he finally said. "Is the
virginity tester present?"

A rumpled, balding man hurried toward the altar. "Yes,
your grace. Here I am."

The Old Mother had seen the man dozing in the sacristy
earlier, and he still looked rather drowsy and
disoriented.

"Sir, a request had been made for proof of the bride's
virginity," the bishop informed him.

The man bowed. "Yes, your grace."

"If the bride will take his position," the bishop
said.

Johanna was of the verge of tears, but he allowed the
Old Mother and his bridesmaids to assist him over to a
waist-high padded bench that had been set up for just
this purpose. The virginity test was an archaic part
of the submissive marriage tradition. Nowadays, it was
considered merely a formality to hire the virginity
tester and set up the chastity bench. Prospective
brides were so carefully screened it was unimaginable
that spoiled purity would not be discovered long
before the ceremony.

With some help, Johanna got settled into position,
leaning forward over the bench. It took eleven
bridesmaids to corral his train and lift his
voluminous skirt. The twelfth bridesmaid lowered his
dainty lace panties, exposing his shapely bottom to
all two thousand wedding guests.

The virginity tester turned to the assembly and held
up his right hand for everyone to see. The crowd
gasped. The men of this profession were required to
have extremely large thumbs with which to do their
work, but even by those standards, this tester's thumb
was freakishly oversized.

He took his place behind Johanna, parted the bride's
cheeks and unceremoniously stuck his mutant thumb
inside.

"Fuck!" Johanna howled, in a most unladylike fashion.

The crowd burst into laughter. The bishop had to cough
to cover his amusement. Even Lord Marco smiled.

The virginity tester removed his hand and cleared his
throat nervously. "I declare the bride to be a
virgin," he said.

The wedding guests applauded. The bishop looked
relieved. The bridesmaids quickly helped Johanna
adjust his clothes and return to the altar. But his
face was red, and he looked very unhappy. From her pew
in the rear of the church, Phyllis smiled smugly. She
had never expected to stop the wedding, but she had
hoped to ruin the moment for Johanna. It appeared that
she had been quite successful.

"Well, then," the bishop said. "Seeing that evidence
of virginity has been provided and that there are no
other objections, I pronounce Lord Marco and Johanna
husband and wife, master and submissive. You may kiss
your bride, Lord Marco."

Lord Marco swept Johanna into his arms and kissed him
amorously, allowing his hands to travel at will over
the body that had just become his property. When at
long last he broke the kiss, Johanna appeared
breathless, if still a little miserable. The music
swelled once more, and everyone stood. Lord Marco
conducted his new bride back down the aisle.

*Ah well,* the Old Mother thought to herself. *It will
soon be his wedding night, and he'll have bigger
things to worry about.*

The old lady laughed to herself as she remembered the
fearsome sight of Lord Marco's erect cock as he had
received tribute.

*Quite a bit bigger, indeed,* she thought to herself.

***

Whatever disappointment Johanna might have felt about
his less than dreamy wedding ceremony was quickly
chased away when he beheld the lavishness of the
wedding feast Lord Marco had planned.

The opulence of the thirty days of parties--which had
been quite opulent, indeed--paled dramatically in
comparison to the wedding celebration. The great hall
connected to two other public rooms, one on each side.
The retractable walls had been opened to create one
enormous ballroom. At one end stood more than two
dozen tables loaded down with every imaginable
delicacy. Nearby, a tower of champagne glasses rose
like a tower. A livered servant stood on a tall ladder
and let the bubbly flow. Another complement of
servants handed out the delicate crystal goblets
filled with champagne to the laughing partygoers. 

A one-hundred-piece orchestra played upbeat party
favorites, and lavishly dressed ladies and gentlemen
whirled giddily around the dance floor. There were
many other amusements as well: jugglers, magicians,
fortunetellers, bards, portrait painters, acrobats,
animal charmers, dancers, strolling musicians, and
every other imaginable entertainment. In shadowy
corners, there were even erotic performers--something
for every taste, men with men, men with women, women
with women, people with animals--reclining on silk
covered couches, cavorting sensually for their rapt
audiences. 

Johanna was the great belle of the ball. He danced
every dance, most with Lord Marco, but some with other
admirers. Now that they were officially married Lord
Marco had become more generous about allowing other
men to pay court to his wife, no doubt enjoying the
fact that he possessed what so many others coveted.

Whenever Johanna waltzed with someone else, Lord Marco
drank with his cronies and laughed loudly at the bawdy
jokes they made about what a fine time he would soon
have with his lovely bride. The young overlord seemed
well on his way to becoming roaringly drunk, but it
appeared to have no effect on his physical prowess. In
fact, it only seemed to feed his libido. He would not
take his bride to the connubial chamber until much
later in the evening, but already his black velvet
trousers bulged with his erection.

The Old Mother enjoyed herself greatly with the fine
food and wine. It had been a very long time since she
had been to such a magnificent feast. She kept watch
on Johanna out of the corner of her eye and found that
Lord Marco did the same. Though they had been married
only a short while, it seemed he took his rights as
husband quite seriously.

After many hours of celebration, dinner was at last
served. All the guests sat down and dined
extravagantly on the most exquisite meal served in
anyone's memory. Then there was more dancing and
entertainment, and hours later, toasts were made and
the cake was cut.

The Old Mother regretted having to slip away before
she got to eat her piece of cake, but it was time to
conduct Johanna upstairs to get him ready for his
wedding night. He saw her approaching and gracefully
took his leave of the wedding goers who had been
wishing him joy.

"Is it time, Mistress?" he asked.

"Yes, my child."

He nodded obediently and followed her. The boudoir
where Johanna would get ready and the connubial
chamber where he would lose his virginity were next
door to one another. They lay off an upper mezzanine
in the far part of the great hall and could be reached
by a staircase from that room. When it was time, Lord
Marco would ascend the stairs before the whole
assembly of partygoers to publicly go claim his bride.
But the Old Mother led Johanna the back way. There
would be enough excitement when the Old Mother
conducted him across the mezzanine--in front of
everyone's eyes, as ritual demanded--from the boudoir
to the connubial chamber.

Inside the boudoir, the Old Mother helped him out of
his gown. While she carefully hung it up, he removed
his lingerie, stockings and slippers. He perfumed and
powdered his body and touched up his makeup. The old
lady helped him slip into his frilly white silk
peignoir. Then she took down his hair, painstakingly
removing every pin and ornament, and brushed it a
thousand strokes. It was traditional for a bride to
leave his hair loose for his husband on their wedding
night.

"All right, my dear," she said. "I must go next door
to prepare the room. You wait here."

Johanna nodded, distractedly, studying himself in the
mirror. The old lady shook her head. There was nothing
like a new bride's vanity. 

She picked up a panel of fine linen and went through
the connecting door to the connubial chamber. Lord
Marco's staff was quite thorough. They had filled the
room with flowers, dressed the bed with the finest
silk sheets, and turned it back so that it was ready
for its occupants. The Old Mother carefully laid out
the linen panel over top of the silk sheets and then
returned to Johanna.

The sound of the crowd below had grown quite loud. The
old lady peeked out the door and saw the throng of
partygoers gathered below, all looking up at the
mezzanine with great anticipation. She found Lord
Marco near the bottom of the stairs, and he nodded his
head, giving her the sign. She closed the door and
turned back to Johanna.

"It is time, my child," she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

The old lady smiled. "You no longer have to call me
that, my dear. From now on, you have only one master.
Your husband."

Johanna nodded, coloring with pleasure at the notion
of belonging completely to Lord Marco.

"But I will miss you, Mis-- ma'am."

The Old Mother took his face in her hands. "And I you.
But you are ready, daughter. You have done very well,
and now your dream is coming true."

"Yes, ma'am," Johanna said, with a flutter of
excitement in his voice.

The Old Mother pressed a small vial of oil into his
hand. Johanna looked at her, puzzled.

"For your husband's mighty rod, to help ease the way,"
she explained.

Johanna blushed with embarrassment, but nodded
gratefully.

"And you must remember what I have taught you. No
matter what your husband does, you must respond as if
you are in ecstasy. Compliment him on the
prodigiousness of his organ and the prowess of his
lovemaking. A man expects such things from his wife."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll remember."

"Very well," the old lady said. "Let us go then."

Johanna rose and followed the Old Mother to the door.
The old woman opened it, and they stepped outside onto
the mezzanine. The crowd roared its approval when they
saw him. All the men stared with voracious hunger.
Johanna's nightgown was incredibly sheer, and in the
room's bright lights, rather see-through. Johanna's
cheeks burned as the Old Mother escorted him the short
way to the connubial chamber. When they went inside,
the partygoers whooped and hooted, and Johanna blushed
even more violently.

The Old Mother led Johanna to the bed and had him lie
down on the linen panel. 

"Leave your peignoir on. Lord Marco will enjoy taking
it off himself. And try to relax and look natural."

Johanna nodded, but his eyes were a little glassy with
fear.

The Old Mother patted him on the hand. "Everything
will be just fine. After all, this is what you've
always wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Johanna said, but somehow it wasn't
entirely convincing.

"All right then," she said. "I'll be off and send in
your husband."

"Goodbye, ma'am," Johanna said.

"Goodbye, my child."

When the Old Mother returned out to the mezzanine, the
crowd roared again. Lord Marco smiled ironically.

"Is the bride ready to receive his husband?" he asked,
as ritual demanded, in a booming voice for all to
hear.

"He is, my Lord," the old lady answered.

Lord Marco stroked his straining erection through his
trousers. "Well, I know the husband is ready for his
wife," he bantered.

The guests laughed raucously. Lord Marco mounted the
stairs. At the top, he bowed to the Old Mother, and
she curtsied. High spots of color burned lustfully in
the young lord's cheeks. His eyes glittered, his mouth
was pressed together in a thin, hungry line, and the
monster in his pants jumped and twitched, eager to be
set loose. Lord Marco was horny to be sure, and the
Old Mother had no doubt that he would be so absorbed
by his own needs he would think nothing of his wife's
pleasure.

She rose from the curtsy, slipped past the young lord
and descended the stairs, handing Johanna over to him
once and for all. He turned to the assembly, bowed
deeply and then disappeared inside the connubial
chamber. A profound hush fell over the crowd. All the
lords and ladies stood quite still, straining their
ears, listening with care. The old lady, who had been
through this sort of thing too many times to count,
located a piece of wedding cake and dug in happily.

After a few moments, the moment everyone awaited
finally came.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!" Johanna hollered loudly enough for the
entire room of people to hear that he had just been
deflowered.

Everyone clapped and whistled and shouted "Bravo!"
They raised their glasses and drank a toast to
Johanna's spoiled virginity.

A moment later, the door to the chamber opened, and
Marco emerged triumphantly. He was stark naked,
ferociously erect, his mighty cock swinging in front
of him, its enormous mushroom head tinged with the
evidence of Johanna's rent virginity. The old lady
could not imagine how he had gotten that colossus into
Johanna's tight little rosebud. No wonder he had
screamed. 

Lord Marco carried with him the linen panel the old
lady had laid across the marriage bed. He presented it
to the revelers below with a proud flourish, draping
it over the mezzanine railing. There were several
drops of blood on it, proof of his wife's virginity,
as if any more evidence were needed than Johanna's
startled shriek of violation at being penetrated.

The crowd hooted and cheered its approval. Marco bowed
and smiled wickedly.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," he said. "But I am
afraid you will have to excuse me. There is something
I need my wife to attend to." He looked down at his
swollen, throbbing monster of a cock.

The guests guffawed. Lord Marco turned back to the
bridal chamber and closed the door. The partygoers
went back to their gossip and champagne.

The Old Mother devoured another piece of cake and
downed several more glasses of wine. Once she was
feeling full and sated, she stole away from the party
and snuck off to the little spying place she had found
to check on the happy couple. 

The old lady situated herself and pressed her eye to
the chink in the wall. Inside the room, Johanna was
naked, the discarded shreds of his nightgown lying
helter-skelter wherever Lord Marco had thrown them
after tearing the garment from his body in lusty
abandon. Johanna was positioned on his knees, his
bottom high in the air, his face pressed uncomfortably
into a pillow. 

His long, silky hair flowed over his shoulders and
down his milky back. The Old Mother really did have to
congratulate herself. Johanna had become a true flower
of femininity. 

Lord Marco knelt between his splayed thighs, gripped
his hips tightly and vigorously plundered him. He
moaned with pleasure as he buried his potent tool in
his wife's hot, tight body again and again. The Old
Mother could tell that Johanna's conquest of Lord
Marco had been complete. This flame of passion would
not burn itself out any time soon. Johanna would find
himself pursued by a lusty husband morning, noon and
night.

This idea stirred the Old Mother in a way she had
thought was not possible for her anymore. As she
watched Lord Marco fiercely possessing his wife, she
felt as fresh and juicy inside as a sapling. Her hand
crept down the front of her dress, and she cupped her
throbbing sex through the fabric.

*If only Johanna were having as much fun,* she
thought.

Johanna was keeping up a steady stream of breathy
sighs and little moans and exclamations of "Oh, God!
Right there! Right there!" He had been well trained,
after all. But his face was pale and strained. As his
husband's thrust ferociously in and out of him, he bit
his lip so hard it bled. Clearly, he was not enjoying
his wedding night.

The old lady was almost sorry to see it. She had
developed a feeling for Johanna that was as close as
she ever came to affection, and she had been genuinely
impressed by his commitment to the quest. The Old
Mother had never had a seeker who was satisfied with
his dream when it finally came true, and she thought
that perhaps Johanna would be the first, given his
passionate attachment to Lord Marco. But apparently,
it was not to be. 

*Ah, well,* the old lady thought. *That is just the
way of things. People always want what they can't
have, at least until they get it. And marriage hardly
ever works out the way anyone expects. Nobody seems to
realize what close kin dreams are to nightmares."

These were the great ironies that the Old Mother lived
for. No doubt, Johanna would go down in history as one
of the greatest male brides of all times. The bards
would sing the praises of his beauty, his grace, the
ferocious fire he inspired in the loins of Lord Marco
and all the other men who ever beheld him. But the Old
Mother would always know the truth. In the future, she
would sit at her little table in her humble cottage
and smoke and smile as she remembered the expression
of outraged violation on his face as his husband's
lusty rod put an end to his innocence and his
illusions.

The Old Mother pulled back from the peephole and
smoothed her dress. Her work here was done. As she
turned away, she heard Johanna moaning in a false
voice "Give it to me! Give it to me!" The old lady
smiled and disappeared back into the night.

If Johanna had not been so preoccupied trying to
endure his husband's horny advances, he would have
heard a wild, gleeful cackling off in the distance.

THE END


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