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You may be getting married cunt, but that only means that you’ll get to serve two superiors! I’ll still drop by to check on you quite often… Now, give daddy a blow

Sara couldn’t quite tell why she was so nervous, really. But the thought of her father walking her down that aisle and giving her away made her so terrified. Was it just existential dread of an unknown future, she wondered? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the idea of a man giving her like property to another man that she found untenable? No, Sara realized with a guilty shudder, that concept still gave her a naughty thrill. So what was wrong!?

*knock* *knock*

“Come in! … Oh, Dad!”

“Baby, you look all afluster. Did my little doll get her head turned around again thinking too many thoughts at once? Tell me what’s wrong.”

God, she hated the way her father babied her! She had a Masters in Engineering! She wasn’t a doll! Yet…whenever her father talked down to her, she found her brain practically melted. She always ended up with her head in Daddy’s lap as he petted her hair and told her what to do. It was so…comforting.

Sara squirmed. “D-daddy. I- I’m scared. Of just walking down the aisle with you. But…I don’t know why.”

She found it hard to be coherent around him. Later she’d be resentful and think all the things she wanted tell her father. Tell him off, sometimes.

“Shh, baby girl, don’t strain yourself. It’s natural for a girl to feel attached to her father and fear abandonment. But I’m not really ‘giving you away.’ I’ll always be your Daddy.”

He hugged her and held her in embrace. It felt warm.

“Thanks. It’s nice to hear. I knew that, I guess. But something still feels weird. I feel like in closing this chapter I’m leaving something undone. Something I can’t ever get back. It feels…not like you’re abandoning me, but like I’m betraying you. I’m sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

She blushed, feeling like a silly girl. She both loved and hated Daddy so much. He made her feel like such a dimwit.

“Doll, of course it makes sense. No, don’t try to guess why. Just listen. Relax that tired girl brain. Doesn’t that feel nice? Now, you feel that way because in consummating your relationship with your husband you fear that you are sexually betraying your first man, your father.”

“Oh. That does- feel right, actually. Psychology is so weird. I’m glad you studied it and not me, Daddy.”

Sara went on tiptoe and gave her father a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Brains are complicated. Your machines are dumb little bimbo girls by comparison.”

“Ha! I’ll have to tell that to my lab manager, Mindy. She’ll be pissed. You are so smart and funny, Daddy. Thank you.” Later Sara would also be fuming about this line. But somehow in the moment she always found Daddy so charming and right. Then she’d repeat his outrageous claims to others with anger and a shame that burned between her legs.

By now he was rubbing her scalp, fingers running through his daughter’s long blonde hair. She’d hated bleaching it, but somehow her Daddy always managed to convince her. Just like the boob job…even her fiance had objected, but Sara still found herself at the appointment with Daddy holding her hand and waiting for the plastic surgeon to ‘improve’ her. Just as then, her brain was out of focus, malleable to Daddy’s words and his touch. 

She was relaxed and not jittery now, but she couldn’t think straight either.

“Doll, this is all natural. You feel guilty because you never consummated with your first man. Never showed Daddy your loyalty and fidelity.”

“Um, uh, yeah. Mmmm, yes, that feels good. Like, umm, Freud, right? Mmmm. E-uh-lektra complex? Ohhhhh, yes! I just, uh, need to, mmm, get over it, right?”

He began rubbing her bare shoulders with strong hands. It felt amazing.

“Shhh, no, silly little girl. Don’t think. You’re too dumb. If you just push your feelings aside you’ll never resolve them. Right?”

“Mmmmmm, oh? Yeah. Of course. Sorry I was stupid, Daddy.”

Fingers were brushing against the top of Sara’s dress and a little under the fabric. She wanted those hands on her breasts, whoever’s they were. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. You’re just a bimbo dolly, after all, right?”

“Mmmm, yes? Yes.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“Dolly is a bimbo? A stupid girl?”

“Good. So listen up, silly bimbo. The only way for Daddy’s dolly to get over these feelings of betrayal is to consummate with her Daddy first. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Um, like, duh.”

“So I’m going to take out doll’s artificial tits. They’re mine anyway, since I bought them.. And my daughter is going to love it.”

Sara loved it. She needed it. 

“Yesssss, mmmmm. Touch my tits. Explore what you made and then had remade, Daddy. My whole body is yours but especially my tits. I’m so sorry I didn’t offer them to you sooner. I’ve been such a dumb and bad daughter.” 

“Shhh, don’t fret. You are doing the right thing now. Daddy will guide you. Okay, now dolly bimbo is going to get on her knees and suck her father’s cock. She will be grateful that Daddy is agreeing to help her.”

Sara complied immediately. This felt so right even if she couldn’t think to comprehend why.

“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better.”

“Of course, baby. Now shut up that cute mouth with your father’s cock. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now as you suck on me I’ll tell you about how a good girl serves two men: her husband and her Daddy.”

Your bride wanted to show deference to the best man, your good friend, so she agreed to his confusing request to have her open the gift in private. She even went along when he insisted she be blindfolded. The gag worried her but he didn’t give her time to complain. She blushed so deeply as he stripped off her dress. When he stole your wedding night consummation, she just went wild with desire. It was all so sudden, so wrong, so hot. He really was the best man, she thought, deliriously.

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It was tradition in your family that all the men wrestled after a wedding to show the women they were strong. It was dumb and you hated it. The groom always won anyway, it seemed. It was just a big, backward, patriarchal pantomime. You tried to forbid it. But somehow your father overruled you. He kept warning you to train, but you were ignoring the whole thing. 

So you were surprised when it felt all too real this time. They weren’t pulling punches. Your own father knocked the wind out of you. Your own best man, your brother, got you in a sleeper hold. You blacked out and knew no more.

Your wife had watched the whole thing with lurid fascination. She was scared when you went down but quickly came back around after her new brother in law verified you were fine, just unconscious and bruised. The women in the crowd began clinking glasses with silverware. You wife was confused but approached her fallen husband to give the kiss they seemed to be demanding. Your mother stopped her and whispered in her ear. It was proper, she told your wife, for the bride to kiss the victor. She blushed and turned toward your brother. She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. He grabbed her and pulled her in close, kissing your wife deeply. Her eyes burst open and the crowd went wild with applause and clinking. She began kissing him back, running her hands through his hair. He dipped her, his tongue invading her mouth at the same time. That went on for a few magic second before he pulled your virginal wife back up and broke the kiss. They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, though, breathing heavily and staring deep into the other’s eyes.

Your brother helped carry you to the bridal suite. He laid you out. You’d be unconscious for a while yet.Then he went to go check on your bride. 

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“I can’t!” you whisper frantically.

“Do it!” she hisses. “Or else I’ll send your brother an invitation to the next little party. You know how he always flirts with me. I’m sure he’d fuck me whether or not you begged.”

Feeling ashamed and defeated, you just nod and take her offered hand. You lead her into the living room, among all your guests, friends and coworkers and a few of her exes. There are gasps and hushed murmurs as they see what she’s wearing…or isn’t. One or two actually wolf whistle. “Looking hot, Lily! Pants are a tool of the patriarchy. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise,” jokes your stupid supervisor Tim.

You get down on one knee and begin reciting the lines she gave you. Lots of folks “awww” prematurely. It’s not quite what they expect. “My dearest Lily, you have been my faithful wife and companion for two years now. You have been by my side in sickness and health. We have gathered everyone here on our two year anniversary to witness our love and devotion. So I have only one question.” Many more people gasp and emit “awww”s. “Lily, will you do me the grave dishonor of…” you choke back some tears “of, b-breaking your vows of fidelity. Of defiling our marriage and our marital bed. Of giving over your special love to whoever should ask it of you? T-t…take this wedding band from my finger,” you hold up your hand, “and place it on whomsoever should desire you. Promise to faithfully honor and obey them, so long as they wear this sign of my love. So long as they choose to defile our love with base desire.” You’re crying freely now. The crowd is hushed and confused.

Lily takes your hand and leans down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “Shh, baby, you did so well. You’re a good cuck,” she whispers to you. Then she slides off your wedding band and holds it up gleefully to the room. “I accept!”

No one knows what to do. But slowly a few of the men start to applaud and then whistle. Eventually everyone else joins in, though many don’t seem to be sure why. 

“Our dear friends, colleagues, former lovers” she winks at her ex, “you have witnessed the defiling of a marriage today but not its dissolution. I will heap every shame upon my dear husband by offering my obedience to any who chooses me. To those of you who disapprove and are disgusted, feel free to leave and tell everyone of the outrage you have seen here. I only ask that you remember it was my husband who begged for this. Please treat him with the contempt and ridicule he deserves. To those others of you…please step forward and claim this ring.”

You might need that feeling, actually. After you get used to it. Maybe it will be the only thing you can get off to? Wouldn’t that just be pathetic? Needing to stick your dick in other guys’ cum? Maybe you’ll miss it when it’s not there?

Shhh, don’t cry. Just let me guide you in. There, there. Isn’t it all nice and warm squishy? Just focus on the sensation. This is your new normal. You’re a cuckold. This is what sex feels like now and forever. Shhh, shhh. This is good. You need this. You love the humiliating sensation.

Oh my god. You just came!? You really are pathetic. That’s so hot. I’m never letting you in me again unless I’ve just fucked someone else. But don’t worry, that will be pretty often. Now eat me out and taste the fruits of your labor. And your best man’s.