An adult stories – The Perfect Beginning Ch. 29 by KimberlyGirl,KimberlyGirl This is the 29th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.
What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it’s all just mechanics and honestly, that’s not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don’t need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now…yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.
The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.
This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels’s spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.
Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.
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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.
A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.
* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.
* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.
* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.
* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume “blockers” which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.
* Often young people will begin to “date” around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.
* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.
All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children’s clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children’s clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.
Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.
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The Wedding
It was come at last. Michele and Devon would be married on this weekend and Tim was in a dissociative state. He was emotionally absent and meandered through the week leading up to the big day totally void of spirit.
Michele had been in town and though living under the same roof, co-owned by she and her mother, she treated him as though he were her most useful house servant and little more.
He was terrified as to what would become of him. Certainly, if She and Devon ever moved back…
Not showering Tim with attention, not reaffirming her affection for Tim by totally dominating him in the most intimate way and every other way, was a challenge for Michele. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to do things with him and just connect. She was dying to bring him back to her bed and into her life, but she resisted. She burned with a white hot passionate desire to put her boy over her knee.
All week long, she orchestrated events leading up to the wedding. She’d consulted with Krista and Sister Ann and worked out the details. Sister Ann would marry them, of that there was no question. They had dinner parties to prep for and friends to welcome and to get cozy with. The rehearsal dinner was on a Thursday and was an all night affair, but Tim was not even invited.
Friday was a day of casual gathering at Michele’s estate. It was set up as a spa day with professional attendants stationed within the various guest houses scattered around the property. Friends breezed in and out at leisure though most relaxed into a day of saunas, jacuzzis, massage, facials, mani/pedis and fine wine and food.
The ceremony was to take place on Saturday, on Michele’s property. The grounds were so spacious and so well groomed that it was a perfect place for the young couple’s nuptials. The azure sky reached down and kissed the palm trees, majestic oaks and rolling hills along with the evergreen lawn.
That morning Michele woke Tim who was sleeping in his own bed. Donna sent him to his own room as she was entertaining a gentleman caller. “Mother’s busy this evening, honey. Go to your room and go right to sleep. We have a big day planned for tomorrow.”
He awoke to Michele. Actually, he awoke to Michele every morning, yet this time she was actually present. After so long apart and especially how she’d treated him all week, it was weird to find Michele sitting on his bed, looking him in the eye.
“Mmmmm, hi.”
He stretched as Michele handed him a glass of water. When he’d finished it, she reached out and held his face in her hands. “Today’s our big day.”
He thought that a strange way to phrase her wedding to Devon. His duties had been laid out for him: he’d be serving guests. It had all been worked out and explained to him. He’d be answering to Gretchen all day. He even knew Mother was fitting him with a chastity device for the event.
It would be the cruelest day of his life. She seemed to be mocking him and he had to wonder if she knew how hurtful she was being.
“Tim, today I’m going to marry you. I’m going to make you my boy-bride. I’m going to make you my wife.” She smiled at him with all her heart.
“What?” He was totally confused.
Is this a joke? Joking about this? Too cruel.
“What are you talking about?”
“Some years ago, you were doing cartwheels over the idea of being my cute, little hubby. I thought I was making your dream come true?”
“I…I don’t understand. You and Devon…”
“I love Devon. He’s wonderful and I have no reason to think we won’t be close friends for many years to come. But I don’t want to marry Devon, I want to marry you.”
She paused and smiled at his bewilderment. She leaned in and kissed him and when she pulled away, she saw the tears run down his cheeks. It was both endearing and totally hot. This is what she loved about being with her boy. She loved overwhelming him.
Michele got in bed with him, took off her cute, little nightgown top and pulled him down to her breasts. “Shhhhh, there, there. I’m back and it’s all going to be okay.”
He gently but hungrily suckled on her hard nipples and they both felt contentment and arousal in equal measure.
He’d been in her house, but now suckling Her nipple and with Her affection, he was home at last! Pleasing Michele was his validation and though he did not trust this to last, he clung both to Michele and the sense, however fleeting, of purpose she gave him. Not only did he feel at home, he felt a spiritual vitality he’d not experienced in nearly two years.
Dreaming? Am I dreaming?
She felt his tears on her chest and smiled down at him. “Today I will make you my boy bride and from now on, you will be the wife I’ve always dreamed of owning. I don’t mean you will be Kimberly, though sometimes… I mean that at all times, you will know your place and always work to know your purpose. We will work together to give you purpose. I alone will give you purpose and meaning. I will define you.”
Tim could not have felt more reassured as he knew Michele was his purpose. He tried to temper his expectations as he felt he had awoken to a dream.
As he suckled, he listened attentively. He’d learned years ago, his own sexual arousal was no excuse to zone out. It did not always work and often he’d been punished for failure, but he’d been trained to be his most attentive when hard.
“It won’t always be easy, you know. Sometimes it will be hard. I want to know that I can always rely on you. You will need to try you hardest to be the best little house hubby…the best little wifey you can be.”
She reached down and gave him a nice little smack on his bottom and was pleased to see him arch his spine so as to offer up his ass for more if she desired it. His ass was made for spanking and he’d never been more grateful to know this fundamental truth.
I’m a spank-bottom!
With profound satisfaction:
That’s my bitch.
Michele could not have been more pleased.
This is how it is supposed to be.
It was simple, really. She’d experimented, had fun and got carried away by it all. She was so grateful that Devon and she did not make a huge mistake.
This was the life she wanted and at times, felt destined for. Once more:
This is how it is supposed to be.
She looked down at her suckling boy and appreciated that they both felt great contentment.
Gently patting him on the head, “Good bitch.”
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Michele waited with Krista and Sister Ann for her bride to walk the isle.
It was a perfect California day in the springtime. The sky was blue and the grass was green and everything about their little wedding felt right.
Michele looked out and made eye contact with so many of her guests, all of whom meant so much to her. Of course Becky was on the other side of Sister Ann, nervously and happily awaiting Tim’s arrival. She looked as stunning as ever and made the perfect little bride’s maid for Tim.
Michele spied Dorothy who had left her husband back in England but who was accompanied by a very handsome and extremely young man. Though likely of legal age, Michele did wonder. She laughed to herself at the wonderment of what Dorothy was doing with the youngster and how far she’d come since knowing her. She could not help but smile and wonder if Dorothy, like Donna, now had a son of her own. On her other side was Miranda with her own stunning boy. If anything, he looked older than Dorothy’s boy.
Of course all The Ladies were present. Most brought men but several brought their girlfriends or wives. Missy Thompson was there flanked by her little brother on one side and some other very handsome young woman on her other. Michele always admired what a badass rebel Missy was. She was just so confident and so hot.
Mai and Minn were there as well. Brenda waved.
And there in the back was Devon. She could hear him in her head: Go get ’em, girl!
Here Comes the Bride, signaled the arrival of the little wifey to be and all turned to watch. Down the center isle came Tim who’s hand was held by his mother, Donna.
Just look at my little bitch!
He looked both joyous and flustered. Michele knew he was still completely overwhelmed by the change of events.
She did not blame him in the least. He looked so handsome walking with her mother. He wore a perfectly tailored tux, (one that fit almost snuggly at the crotch and showed off his pert, muscular bottom) and he looked a little sheepish holding before him, the bouquet and below that, a massive hard-on.
He did not want to do the traditional bridal stroll down the aisle but once more, he was grateful to be forced to do so against his will. And with it, he felt embarrassment, powerlessness, arousal and love along with a profound sense that things were back to the way they were supposed to be.
Delighted laugher floated through the ceremony as several women appreciated the appearance of the “bride to be.” It was unclear if it was the fact that Michele’s boy was doing the bridal walk, his very obvious hard-on or some other source of humor that tickled their funny bones, but Tim felt himself go flush.
As his humiliation reached its peak, he felt that he was about to be overcome with anxiety and was very frightened by what might be the outcome. And he was grateful to be feeling all the fear, confusion and anxiety at Michele’s hand once again. Little Missy was in quite an excited state and was literally throbbing in his pants.
In that moment, only one thing in the whole world mattered to him. He looked to Michele and he really saw Her. He saw her beauty, but he also saw his Master and Goddess. Emotionally, She steadied him and he regained his will and purpose. He would always go to Her. Always.
Once again, after going a long time without it, each felt the rightness of what was happening. This was good and each felt a sense of peace, deep down in their souls.
Sister Ann spoke about how God was fundamentally about love and how She brought people together in strange and unexpected ways. She talked about how God The Mother wanted us to take care of one another and about how She helped us find our way, and through prayer, sent us signs that we needed to learn to follow. She spoke of the sanctity of marriage and the responsibilities and challenges that came with it.
Looking to Tim, Sister Ann radiated spiritual wisdom and near perfect physical grace and she spoke of how Timmy had changed and had grown over the decades, how he’d reached a level of acceptance with himself and the people in his life that were the most important to him. Tim had received God’s Word. She praised him for this and he took comfort from her words.
She looked to Michele and spoke of her “Young Sister,” citing what a dynamic, beautiful and brilliant young woman she was. She spoke of how well the young couple complimented one another.
Looking out at the gathered, “I’ll read now from Effesians.” She paused and then began, “‘Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord. For a husband has authority over Her wife just as Chris has authority over the church; and Chris is herself the Savior of the church, her body. And so wives must submit themselves completely to their husbands just as the church submits itself to Chris. Husbands, love your wives just as Chris loved the church and gave her life for it. She did this to dedicate the church to God by her word, after making it clean by washing it in water, in order to present the church to herself in all its beauty – pure and faultless, without spot or wrinkle or any other imperfection.
Women ought to love their wives just as they love their own bodies. A woman who loves her wife loves herself. None of us ever hate our own bodies. Instead, we feed them, and take care of them, just as Chris does the church; for we are members of her body.’
As the scripture says, ‘For this reason a woman will leave her Mother and father and unite with her wife, and the two will become one.’ There is a deep secret truth revealed in this scripture, which I understand as applying to Chris and the church. But it also applies to you: every husband must love her wife as herself, and every wife must respect his husband.’
“A good, submissive wife will honor, respect and obey his husband as he honors, respects and obeys God The Mother. Tim, you are the bride and you will make a good wife to Michele. Know your place.
“I’ll not let this wait. Let us all enjoy this moment.” Turning to the groom.
“Michele will you have this boy to be your wife, and will you promise your life to him in all love and honor, in all guidance and service, in all faith and tenderness, to live with him, cherish him, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?”
“I will.” Michele smiled the light of a million suns and all gathered, basked in her beauty. At once, all the assembled couples snuggled into one another.
Then to the bride. “Tim, will you have this Woman to be your husband, and will you promise your life to Her, in all love and honor, in all duty and service, in all faith and tenderness, to live with Her, and cherish Her, to respect Her and obey Her, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?”
Looking Michele in the eye, “Yes.”
“The blessing is allowed and made all the more sacred to the couple which comes to the marriage altar with the approval and blessings of their elders. Who has the honor of presenting this wife to be married to this woman?”
“The boy’s rightful mother, of course. I do,” replied Donna.
“He is being given from one to another, as God says it should be.
“Marriage is not something that two people invent, or construct by themselves. It takes a far wider community of family and friends to make any marriage work. Each of you have been invited here today because you are a part of that community. Therefore, having heard Michele and Tim state their intentions to each other and to God in this Service of Marriage, do you, pledge to support their union and to strengthen their lives together, to speak the truth to them in love, and with them to seek a life of love for others?”
In unison and with joy, “We do!”
Tim felt a shiver run down his spine as he imagined each of them taking the opportunity to spank and punish him in support of Michele.
She turned to Michele, “It is time to take the bride’s hand.”
Tim offered his hand somewhat furtively and Michele reached out confidently and took his in her own.
Michele began, “I take Tim to be my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, to guide with love, until death do us part.”
Then Michele took Tim’s other hand.
He spoke, “I freely give myself to Michele and accept my place beneath her, I promise to love, support, serve and obey my husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, until death do us part.”
Krista stepped to Sister Ann, offering the rings. Sister Ann placed the rather large and obscure offerings in the pocket of her habit. The other ring she passed to Michele. Michele put it on Tim’s fourth finger and repeated after Sister Ann, “This ring I give to you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.”
Donna stepped forward and placed a ring in Ann’s hand who in turned passed it to Tim. He repeated after her, “This ring I give you, in token and pledge, of your constant guidance and abiding love.”
“Let us pray.
“Most merciful and gracious God, in whom we live and move and have our being, bestow upon these your servants the seal of your approval, and benediction; granting unto them grace to fulfill, with pure and steadfast affection, the vow and covenant between them made. Guide them together, we ask, in the way of justice and peace, that, loving and serving you, with one heart and mind, all the days of their life, they may be abundantly enriched with the tokens of your everlasting favor, in Jesse Chris our Lord. Amen.”
Looking out to the congregation and then at the young couple, “By the authority committed unto me as an officer of the Continuant Church, I declare that Michele and Tim are now Husband and Wife, according to the ordinance of God, and the law of the State; in the name of the Mother, and of the Daughter, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
To Michele, “You may kiss the bride.”
She leaned in to give him the kiss he’d waited, it seemed his whole life, to receive. Her beauty stunned him. Her lips parted over his own and her tongue took his mouth gently.
At last, he felt totally Hers. He felt now owned in every way and he could not have felt greater comfort.
He was delirious as they walked the aisle together as Woman and wife.
They spent twenty minutes greeting their friends for the first time as newlyweds. Tim stood to the side and slightly behind Michele. She did not have to request this of him.
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Afterwards, they adjourned to an out of the way bedroom in Michele’s huge estate where they found Krista, Ann, Donna, Becky, Miranda along with her beautiful boy, Dorothy, Felicity, Tilda, Natasha and Millicent as well as Donna’s dear friend Samantha Wagner.
Tim assumed they were taking a quiet moment together to collect themselves and was a bit surprised by the assembly.
Smiling happily, Sister Ann stepped forward and handled Tim with confidence. She began to remove his clothing and though completely shocked, he was well trained enough not to resist in any way. Soon he was down to his beautiful, full cut rhumba panties.
To his mortification, all eyes were on him, as the gravity would not permit otherwise. Ann lowered his undies and he obediently stepped out of them without a word passing between the two.
She produced and slid up his legs, his Blue Ice panties.
“Now Tim, this is a very important ceremonial proceeding. Yet do not worry, I’m well aware that this evening promises big things for you two. You have saved yourself for marriage now haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mother.” Tim was relieved the wicked device would not keep him from what he’d waited a lifetime for. He’d have to endure the day and then it would be off of him.
Thank god!
He could never get used to getting hard against those damn spikes. Additionally, the reminder that he’d be in congress with his wife…
…I mean my husband…or Michele…
…that evening made him almost indifferent to the shame of his predicament.
Even when this close to it, he still could not think clearly to himself that he’d be fucking Michele. He could not wait, but he was so well trained, he would not allow himself to visualize it.
But tonight’s the night!
The ladies discussed the lovely ceremony and their consequent joy as they waited for Tim’s massive erection to subside. They were all sure Michele had made the best possible choice and they praised her for it and told him how absolutely lucky he was to be chosen by Michele.
He smiled shyly at the ladies and felt so good about himself. Softly, “I feel like the luckiest bride on earth.”
“You will make as good a wife as you were bride,” said Felicity, encouragingly.
By the time they removed his ice panties, his penis was tiny. Sister Ann pushed his balls through the ring and then stuffed his penis through. Michele then fed his little penis into the cage, guided the linking pin through the hole on the cage and then threaded the small pad-lock through the pin hole.
Tim enjoyed a deep breath and reflected on where he was in his life. Just twenty four hours ago, he was in total despair. For several years, he’d been just trying to survive his enormous loss and somehow cope with the overwhelming uncertainty and then the reality that Michele had chosen another.
Now here he was. He felt complete. He could not wait for her to secure the lock on him as he absolutely loved what it symbolized.
She is now my complete Master, she owns me and I love her. Oh my god, I love her so much!
Michele looked to Ann who said a few of the most beautiful words Tim had ever heard. With the warmest regard for her little sister, “In the name of God the Mother, you may now secure the bride.”
Michele snapped the lock closed.
“I now pronounce you Woman and wife. You are his Owner and Master. Tim is now your property in the eyes of God. Master him well, my dear friend.”
The room was absolutely overjoyed by the event.
“You may kiss the bride…again.” Everybody smiled and laughed mildly.
Michele’s arms wrapped around the boy and once more opened her mouth over his. As her tongue gently took his mouth, he felt her hands squeeze his ass. His arms were bent up between them in the most submissive posture imaginable and he felt himself hardening once more.
She broke off the kiss before it began to really hurt, but he knew that within twenty seconds, he’d be enduring an overwhelming and crippling burn in his cock. He did not care.
The women laughed and clapped with joy. Of course, Miranda’s boy was absolutely silent as he took in the events. He wondered what his future might look like.
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The party lasted through the afternoon and into the evening. Michele spent much of it socializing and talking with her many friends. Everybody was joyous and everything was perfect.
Tim spent his time with Becky. The two were hand in hand the whole day. She even took him to a remote part of the grounds for a little Sister/brother make out session.
She was so happy for her little brother. She no longer envied him as she used to. She was so in love with Krista and they’d discussed marriage. She was still in possession of her cute/meangirl streak and she greatly enjoyed sharing it with her brother.
She smiled and giggled like a little girl when she saw how much her kisses caused him terrible pain. It made her hornier and made her want to kiss him all the more. She was glad to realize she did not need to envy him to be the mean girl with him. With Tim, it felt good to her, it was just fun.
Like her brother, Becky was mad about kissing and making out. To her, it was Heaven and who did not want to relax and draw out time spend in such a sacred place? To be clear, Becky was a nymph, but loved being aroused as much as she needed her orgasms.
All of it had Krista’s blessing. She’d come to the realization that she could never satisfy Becky’s near constant needs and felt safe allowing her to use Tim as a sort of sexual release valve.
In the middle of a clearing, she looked like the happiest little girl seated with her calves bent beneath her and the skirt of her dress spread on the grass around her. Tim’s legs protruded from beneath her dress as he worked hard to pleasure his big sister.
Weddings, it seemed, made Becky horny.
Several times he attempted to relieve his pain by bending his knees, whereupon she would teasingly chide him and gently push he knees back down.
Though the spikes bit in to him just as the root of his cock, the pain radiated such that it almost felt as though his entire groin was inflamed. And he felt so much love for his sometimes just a little bit cruel big sister and there was nobody in the world he’d rather spend this time with on this, the best day of his life.
Tim was captivated by a very novel element of his sister’s dominance and sadism. She exclusively shared this side of herself with her absolutely authentic little girl personality. Certainly she could feel and express irritation, anger or disappointment, but it was expressed in the manner of a well spoiled princess. Just as often, her dominance and sadism were expressed with gentle warmth and loving care.
Here in the meadow, she felt such tranquility and let all her warm, sunshine love for her little brother show as she used him sexually and caused him sexual agony. To her, everything felt so delicate and pretty.
Becky knew that by sharing her cutesy sadism with he brother, stoking both of their libidos. This was a special day and she wanted it to be all the more memorable for her brother.
As she came, she thought about how much that cock-yoke must be hurting her little brother. That alone made her need to cum again.
Becky dismounted, stood, turned around and remounted. She knew that seeing his caged and frustrated package would spur her to cum. She rode her brother’s beautiful face and mouth to four orgasms in that lovely, green, sunny clearing.
Holding hands, they made their way back to the party. Near the rose garden they were greeted with smiles and waves by some of the grown ups. Millicent, Tawny, Brenda, Missy, Tilda and Miranda stood in discussion, sipping wine when the children happened upon them.
Without plan or hesitation, the children did what felt natural when while holding hands, both performed a long, slow, and deeply respectful curtsy. They were admired, regarded warmly and then disregarded as children are when they encounter adults deep in conversation.
Becky, as she often did, consciously gave thanks to God. She thanked God for making her so strikingly good looking. Becky had never laid eyes on anybody who was objectively better looking that she was. And she liked that. And it was not about ego. She simply liked that her looks made people sexually desire her.
As they passed the adults, she soaked in the smirky, desirous leers she got from the group so much that she got horny again. Then and there she knew she’d need to take her loving, little brother into her room for at least a dozen more orgasms. She also gave thanks that she had permission to use her little brother as a sex toy. Becky was the happiest girl.
Three hours later, they emerged from Becky’s room. The rest of the time they held hands and moved about the gathering like the energized little kids of the party. They were the children in the company of adults and they felt so joyous and so carefree. It was a perfect day and it turned into a perfect night.
*
“We are going to do something new and fun. It’s going to be great.” Michele was excited and was feeling her little-girl enthusiasm. She loved exploration and discovery.
Tim was so glad to be with Michele, to feel her holding his hand…actually pulling and guiding him by the wrist. Though led like a boy, over the years, he’d come to think of it as hand holding. And just as often, they actually did hold hands like a normal couple. This was their big day but aside from the ceremonies, they’d been apart.
“Okay, Michele, but what?” he laughed, feeding off her infectious joy and enthusiasm.
“You’ll see,” said like the excited girl she felt welling from within.
As they rode their childlike enthusiasm down the long hallway, they spotted Sister Ann emerge from a bedroom and shut the door behind her.
As they approached, “I laid out what you’ll need.”
Taking Sister Ann’s hand, “Thank you, Your Holiness.” Michele curtsied and kissed Ann’s hand.
Smiling, “Perhaps one day, but for now, shame on you!” Sister Ann liked thinking of herself as the Pape and one day, she might splinter off mainstream Cantinuantism and head her own sect, assuming the title of Pape.
Michele laughed and the two entered the room Ann had just vacated.
On the king sized bed was a very large plastic syringe next to some sort of badly misshapen cylindrical mass of some sort made from some sort of pink colored rubber like material. One end came to a point, fattened out and then tapered down to a rather narrow diameter before fattening way out into some sort of circular base. It looked to Tim like some sort of cartoonish missile or a young child’s notion of a rocket without fins.
“Off with your clothes, on the bed. All fours.” Tim noticed a towel was spread out over the bed cover. This was a common sight when he was milked. Yet a milking made no sense at all at this point. Confused, he did as he was told. As he assumed the position, he felt his anxiety was elevating. The weird little rocket ship thing was a new one for him.
Michele put her hand on his back and pet him so as to reassure and comfort him. “Don’t move.” Michele put on the rubber gloves and then depressed the plunger on the syringe. A small amount of transparent gel oozed from the conical tip. She caught it with her finger and brought it to Tims very tight anus. She smeared it around before inserting it up to mid finger.
Tim’s eyes nearly fell out of his head.
What the fuck! Like…this?
Yet he knew not to ruin this for Michele. He’d taken far too many spankings not to know what a complaint would bring upon him. And he genuinely wanted her happiness, especially on their wedding day.
Michele twisted her finger a few times and and then inserted another. He was so tight and she loved it. She noted his obvious distress and labored breathing and it only made her smile brighter. She removed her finger and pressed the business end of what he’d come to know later was a medium sized butt plug right up to his anus.
In a calming voice. “This is going to hurt a little. But if you bear down and push out your hot, little ass instead of trying to get away, it won’t hurt as much.”
Michele spent a good long ten minutes working it in and then pulling it back out, pushing it in a little further and then pulling back out. In a calming voice, “Let it in. Surrender to it. Surrender to me. If you give in, it will hurt less.” She repeated it until she’d decided the last little bit was just going to have to hurt a little. She eased it in and then just kept going.
Tim was frantic. He tried to keep his grunts and squeals to a minimum but it was simply too much to remain silent. Suddenly Michele was pushing this monstrous thing so deeply in him, that he did not think he could take it and felt on the edge of total panic.
Generally, it hurt, but the sensation was more one of intense discomfort. Everything about it was panic inducing. Then it was really hurting and really hurting and then pop, it was in.
His asshole closed down…but not closed! It was in him, deep in him.
Oh my god, it’s in me and it’s so big! She’s in me! SO BIG! I
t was so strange because as much as his anus wanted to close, it couldn’t. He felt like an animal in a trap.
And it’s so damn big!
He felt as though his body was being occupied.
Michele rubbed his back and reassured him, “Shhhhh, it’s alright. You are okay. This is surrender. You have surrendered to me. I own you. This is what ownership feels like now, boy. Once you calm down, I think you are going to like it. If not tonight, then eventually.”
Eventually? What the fuck!
“Michele, please…”
“Not another word now. I don’t want you to ruin this for me. We are going to get you dressed now and then we will meet our friends for dinner. Come on, up you go now.”
As he came off the bed, he realized how different moving was with this big, cock-like thing pushed up inside of him. He hated that in spite of himself, his body was holding it in place, deep inside of him.
He registered that he was going to dinner like this and wanted to protest..but couldn’t.
I’m married now. It’s my duty to obey my wife…wife?…Master.
Master felt good. This thing inside him was going to take getting used to.
By the time he was dressed, once more, he realized that it was starting to feel kind of good. He was beginning to feel the spikes again which only meant that…
…Missy likes it too.
Walking was strange as it felt like his thighs were attached to his hips about a foot apart from one another.
But damn, this feels good.
He realized with added anxiety as he realized as a boy, he was not supposed to like this.
But I do!
He knew that part of the pleasure came from thinking of this cock-rocket as Michele.
She’s inside of me.
He loved that part.
As they walked down the long hall, Michele observed him closely and when she saw on his face, arousal, confusion and discomfort, she smiled brightly. “Does my little bitch like his ass filled?”
Unable to look at her, “Yes, Ms. Michele.”
Stopping in the hallway, “Look at me.”
Tim looked Michele in the eyes and they saw into one another. She saw his discomfort and pleasure but more than anything, she saw his love and submission.
He saw in Michele, pleasure, arousal and supreme confidence and self satisfaction. She was perfect to him and he realized he was so grateful to get to pray to her every night. They were in love and now they were married and each was very pleased…even if one had a big, uncomfortable cock-thing up his ass.
In a quiet, shy voice, “I like it because I am so in love with you. I love the feeling of being owned by you, being your property. I love that! You are my Master and I love you. And Michele, I believe in you with every part of my being. I think I have since the very beginning, from the first day. I believe in you. You are my Goddess; you are my Master. Thank you for letting me pray to you. Thank you for letting me love you so much. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I have so much gratitude for you.”
She gave him a brief, shallow yet sensual kiss and they resumed their stroll down the hall, holding hands. She’d never looked more smug in her life.
The thing inside him was very uncomfortable yet somehow felt good. It was so confusing and it kept forcing his baby-dick to get hard. The spikes hurt!
They arrived and everyone was already seated. He stood silently next to his master as she addressed the gathering and welcomed everybody to dinner and to her home.
As Tim sat down, his mouth turned into an enormous, silent O. It felt like the plug suddenly grew in size as he impaled himself all the more on the phallus. He noticed several giggles, and saw he was being closely watched by many of the ladies. He smiled with embarrassment and kept his eyes down until the collected focus dispersed to more interesting topics.
Tim was absolutely distracted as they had their dinner. He just picked at his salad because he was a little troubled. He was thinking about it. They were so close that he began to contemplate the forbidden thought. He was now thinking about fucking Michele and this caused him great anxiety.
He decided that Michele wanted to penetrate him because in a short while, he’d be doing the same to her. It was sort of an even-steven thing.
He was visualizing what was to come and it was amazing. It was perfect. They were both virgins so maybe his really small penis would not be such a disappointment to Michele.
He was clueless to the fact that she’d been playing with dildos for some time.
At last he would rid himself of his virginal shame. In this small, secret way, he’d be a man. He knew he would not really be adequate.
But at least I won’t be a baby-dick virgin anymore. Maybe she will like it?
Tim would enjoy a modicum of secret pride as he’d slide his cock into his…
…Husband? Bride? Whatever…Michele!
And for the first time since he was in over-school, since he’d known Michele, he thought of his penis as a cock.
So what, she’ll never know.
He felt smug but knew not to let it show.
Despite his secret man thoughts, he felt great trepidation. Intercourse between a married couple was to be a beautiful and sacred event. Tim and maybe from deep inside, Kimberly held this vision that when on the marriage bed, especially for the first time, they’d all but feel the clouds caressing their skin as they made love. They’d be a mile high and the rest of the world would be so far down below. With blue skies or a starry night above, they would be above all but the heavens as they connected in the most intimate and mutually pleasurable way.
Beyond the vision of being atop a bed of clouds that elevated them to the sky, and all the romance that came with it, pleasuring and satisfying Michele was what he lived for. What if he disappointed her? It really was not the question. How could he not disappoint her?
For starters, he had a baby dick. Beyond that, he’d had discussions with Krista generally about intercourse. In their sessions, they talked about the obligations of manhood. Not only was a man required to take a woman’s breath away with his endowment, he had to have staying power. Women usually took a bit of time to work up to an orgasm.
She assured him that as one known for premature ejaculation (that was not fair as it had only happened a couple of times), he had almost no chance of satisfying a woman…assuming he ever had the opportunity. He’d had many follow-up conversations with Becky to probe for any discrepancy between what his therapist taught him and Becky’s real world experience. They were depressing conversations.
Now, on his wedding night, he knew that he’d prove Krista right.
At some point late at night, some of the guest began to excuse themselves, extricating themselves from the intriguing world Michele had created for herself. More than one thought of it as a sort of Playboy Mansion for women. Many guests accepted Michele’s offer to spend the weekend and a few were staying for the week.
As the crowd thinned, Michele kissed her boy and said, “It’s time.” She smiled warmly at him and he felt his heart melt. “We’ve waited a lifetime and it is finally time to consummate our feelings for one another and our marriage. I’ve been soooooooo looking forward to this and I know you have too.” In the sweetest, little girl voice, “Who’s my good, little bitch?”
Shyly, “I am.”
“When we make love this time, I am going to fuck you so good.” She sounded hungry.
Tim could not wait to sink his cock into his bride.
Fuck it, she’s my bride!
He could keep some thoughts secret. With the way she phrased it, it sounded like she was going to be on top. That made sense.
In her room, “Down to your panties and then help me off with my dress.” She watched him strip down to his white, frilly rhumba panties and thought he looked so meek and adorable. Not for the first time, she experienced a pride in ownership. She felt so good about her choices.
He unzipped her and she stepped out of her dress. She left on her heels, hose, garter belt, panties, bra and veil. She admired herself in the mirror. She was pretty. Her body was perfect. She enjoyed the frilly white, wedding finery. She realized it might be fun, on occasions, to dress up like this again.
As Tim looked upon her, his cock throbbed inside its cage and where the spikes bit into it, it burned with fire. It was strange to realize his ass was rhythmically squeezing down in the plug in his anus. It seemed a very natural sexual response.
She removed his panties, unlocked the cage and then removed it. “Over my knee now, little wifey.”
Tim obediently draped himself over her knees.
“Look in the mirror now, boy.”
She looked so pretty and now half dressed as a bride, in her bridal underwear, she looked angelic to Tim.
SPANK SPANK SPANK
They were very hard spanks and caught Tim off guard. He’d expected something far more playful.
“See yourself in the mirror. See me in the mirror. Most importantly, see us in the mirror. I want you never to forget this image, Tim. We are married and I own you now, bitch.”
Tim was mildly distracted by the far off rumble of thunder. Summer storm? It seems odd and unlikely.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
He was completely taken by surprise, was out of breath and felt a rising sense of panic that he fought to contain.
“Understood?”
“Yes! Yes, Ms. Michele! Thank you, Master! I love you so much! It’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’m so grateful! You are my owner and my Master! I’m so lucky! I just want to worship you now and for the rest of my life.”
Again, Tim thought he’d detected some sort of far off rumbling commotion.
Going on to spank more gently she helped him to understand that as her housewife, she will likely become more demanding of him than she’d been thus far.
“I just want to be the best little wife I can be.”
She gave him a nice long, leisure and ever passionate marriage spanking. “This is your life now, boy.”
“Yes, I know! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you Master. Thank you so much. God…feels soooooooo good!”
She smiled certain his bottom was made for this. It was made for her to make love to. She loved how needy and slutty his half lidded facial expression looked in the mirror. She spanked gently for a very long time. Michele always took a modicum of pride for being such a generous lover to Tim.
“Oh, God, thank you, Master. Mmmmmm” He sounded like a needy slut and this filled Michele with pleasure. “I’m your bad, naughty little bottom and your spankies make me good again. I love you so much, Master.”
They lay down together on the bed and kissed and cuddled for the longest time. She explored his mouth with her tongue and he accepted in the most meek and submissive way. He adored having her on top of him and was in heaven feeling her strong arms around him when she kissed him. Her affection and physical contact was what he lived for. As he became more and more aroused, the phallus in his ass somehow felt better and better.
“Are you ready to make love? Ready to lose your virginity? Ready for your big moment? Ready for what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Yes, Master.”
She told him to lie on the bed and then she blindfolded him. He could hear her making some sort of adjustments or seem to be fiddling with something but could not quite figure out what she was doing.
“It’s time we got this out of you. I bet your poor little money maker is going to be so sad. Bend your knees up to your chest.” When he was in position, she slowly pulled it from him. Just like when it went in, as the fattest part stretched him the furthest, he squealed.
Michele laughed. “It is sad, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” said breathlessly. And he meant it as he’d grown to like having it in him.
“It belongs there, doesn’t it?”
It was more than odd to consider her question but there was clearly only one true answer. “Yes, Master. It feels right.”
“Not for long.” The large plastic syringe filled with lubricant that Michele used earlier was back in Michele’s hand and ready for action. She eased the conical tip into Tim’s anus and depressed the plunger, easing quite a lot of lube inside of him.”
Tim was more than confused.
Is she putting a bigger one in me now?
“You can remove your blindfold now, baby.”
As he did, he realized what all the adjustments were about. Michele seemed to be sporting a cock. He actually did a double take and then realized it was in a harness that she wore over her garter-belt.
Oh no! Oh no, no, no!
As though reading his mind, “Oh yes.” She smiled hugely. I’ve wanted to do this for a very, very long time, wifey. Almost from the beginning.” As she spoke, she was stroking a generous coating of lube on the cock she wore.
Tim was speechless and his eyes were large and fearful. He could not stop looking at it.
Following his line of sight, “I know, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She smiled joyfully, knowing full well that beautiful was probably not the word on his mind.
She got on the bed with him and positioned herself between his bent legs.
“Right now, I want all of you with me.” She was looking him in the eye with great intention and focus. “I want both Tim and Kimberly with me right here and right now. I guess what I mean is that I want all of you, Tim. I’m going to take your virginity and then afterward, we’ll take care of me.”
Tim looked scared and she could feel him trembling. “Surely you want this? What bride to be does not dream of his partner taking him and ravaging him for the first time? What freshly wedded bride does not want his husband’s cock deep inside him?”
Still speechless.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, but I’m glad we waited until we were married to lose our virginity. This will always be between us. You do want this?”
Furtively glancing at her predatory leer, he gave her a deep red faced, “Yes.” And he did want it. He wanted it badly but that did not mean he was not frightened.
“It’s okay to be scared. You should be! It’s your first time. I’m about to totally un-man you.” Smiling, “But you still want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Slowly almost casually, “Well then what do you say … bitch?”
Tim allowed himself to feel his need. In a very short time, he’d come to greatly enjoy the plug Michele kept inside him. There was something intrinsically pleasurable about it, but a large part of the appeal was embracing the vulnerability and submission that came from having Michele inside him.
Yes, he very much wanted more of that feeling. “Please, Ms. Michele, please make love to me. Please, Master, make me your bitch. Please fuck me, Ms. Michele.”
With each utterance, he felt his hunger grow. “Please, please fuck me. Oh my Goddess, I want it like soooooooo bad! Please take me with your cock. Please Master, I need you inside of me. Want you inside so bad! Please, please bitch-fuck me! Bitch-fuck me good!”
Michele smiled brilliantly. “Since you begged so nicely…” She put the tip of her cock at his opening and slowly pushed. A little bit went in and then was stopped by his resistance. “Aren’t you the needy, little wifey.”
Suddenly Tim was not so sure. It felt enormous. In fact, it was a medium-large sized dildo that was only a little fatter than he was.
She saw the apprehension on his face and enjoyed it as would any good sexual predator. “Don’t be such a fraidy cat. It’s sized below small. It’s tiny, just for you. I am not kidding, the sales people call it the ‘The Baby-Boy.’ So deal with it.”
Michele had even produced some very professional packaging that attested to the smallness of the dildo that she left on the ground for Tim to find latter on.
“Bear down now, bitch.” She pushed again and it began to penetrate.
Tim was scared now. He did not think he could take it. After pulling out, she pushed a third time and the fat cock head went in and Tim screamed.
Michele laughed. To her, it was utterly delightful.
She was in and proceeded to very slowly impale him. She buried herself in him up to the hilt. She liked her hips resting against his ass. It felt right. She loved his labored breathing.
Impaling him, taking him, burying “herself” inside of him and to be sure, she felt as though she was inside of him, was everything she’d thought it would be. His vulnerability was breath taking to her and her sense of power at an all time high.
Every squeal and sharp intake of breath was a spiritual awakening to her. She was over come with a sense connection and of possession and ownership, unlike at any time before. She was the sexual conquistador who was planting her flag in her new property.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Oh, look at us now, we are together! We are one, Woman and wife! Togetherness, how romantic.
“Oh my god!” Tim’s eyes nearly shot out of his head. Yet as she remained still within him, he began to relax. His body was accepting her, accommodating her.
“Oh my God?” she questioned.
“Oh my Goddess! Oh my Goddess! Oh my Goddess!”
“This is your place now.” Slowly she began to take short, gentle strokes. Tim’s breathing began to change. At first, his breathing was labored as he was coping with tremendous stress. Yet as she fucked him, she noted that his breathing became rhythmic and in time with her thrusts. He was getting in tune with her. She liked being buried deep in him and giving him little gyrations, little hip grinds before pulling back and and going back to short gentle thrusts. Now Tim was touching her and reciprocating.
She felt his hands on her ass. He would not dare try to guide or spur her in anyway. She’d have slapped him for that and he knew better.
He was just with her. He looked deep into her eyes as his fingernails traced lightly over her smooth skin. As far down her legs as he could reach and then up to her shoulders and down her arms. He knew how she liked to be touched and in this way, he begged for more using his hands.
“Thank you, Master.”
He rocked with her as she took him missionary style. He looked in her eyes and they both felt their lust and their love for one another. They loved their sense of connection.
He needed her and just came to realize that he needed this. He needed Michele to fuck him and he’d never in his life considered being fucked like this. He needed her inside of him. Like a needy girl, he wrapped his legs around her, signaling his openness and desire. It was not possession, it was surrender.
I give myself to you. Please take what is yours.
She inferred correctly that he was too acknowledging that this was now her right. Fucking him like this was her birthright sanctified by marriage. He was her forever-bitch and he was to be used whenever she wanted to ride him.
She leaned down into him and took his mouth with her own. Gently, she fucked his mouth as she took his ass.
“Okay now, try to push me out. Use all your little pussy muscles to get my cock out of you.”
Obediently, he tried. The only thing he could do was to clench his sphincter and it just gripped the cock tighter, but there was no possible way he could force her out of him. Almost immediately, his efforts were defeated by the hard cock inside of him.
With an aggressive and predatory leer, “You can’t, can you? I’m inside of you, bitch. This is the feeling of being utterly and completely mastered. Get used to it.”
With a sense of nearly infantile need, he put his arms around his love and hugged her tightly. Michele allowed and approved of his possessive hug and enjoyed it as an expression of profound love.
“I can take you anytime I want.”
With breathless desire, “Yes, Master. Anytime.”
Another clap of distant thunder that seemed to be coming from somewhere in the house.
Having her inside of him inspired a sense of vulnerability that he’d never experienced in his life. As the submissive partner to an amazing and powerful woman, he fully embraced the emotions that came with being taken in this very intimate way. He now felt open to her in every way.
And in this way, with her taking him sexually, with her inside of him, he felt whole and complete. He was never more clear about just how much he needed her mastery as a sense of spiritual well being. She now mastered him from within his own body.
It made perfect sense to him that she could have this on demand. With her hard cock inside him, he’d never felt less in control of his own body.
She owns me! She’s my Master! She owns me! She owns me!
He was as giddy as a love struck school girl.
Soon she was giving him short, hard little power thrusts and he was squealing like a bitch in heat. He was wild for this and almost came several times before Michele slowed down.
“Please-please” was their safe word when edging and he knew to use it here too.
She liked that with every thrust, she pushed from him the unique combination of a high pitched exhalation and a moan that in her mind was associated with a woman being well fucked.
They were together on a level of intimacy they’d not experienced since Michele moved away and each enjoyed it greatly.
We are one.
She expected to maintain this sensation and experience but then could not help herself. She pulled out. His sense of loss was sudden and profound.
“On all fours, like a doggie…or a pony.”
As he complied, “Maybe we should call this pony-style. On second thought, it’s doggie. Who’s my bitch?”
As he complied with her instructions, “I am, Master.” Looking over his shoulder, he smiled at Michele and waggled his bottom, hoping to further entice her. “Please, Master…please take me. Make me.”
Though infinitely less intimate, she enjoyed having him bent at the waist. It felt much more now like she was using him and she’d always enjoyed that as it signaled her power over Tim.
It’s not doggie or pony style. This is bitch style.
“My little bride needs a good bitch-fuck.”
Distant rumble.
“I do!”
“Who’s my good, little bitch?”
“I am!” he moaned.
“Do you need to be bitch-fucked?” she smiled down at him.
She liked the connection they enjoyed when she did him missionary, but she liked this easily as much. This was about objectification, mastery and ownership.
“Yes! Yes, I need to be bitch-fucked by my Goddess. You are my God. Please, please bitch fuck me! Let me feel you making me your bitch. Oh, Goddess, please, please make me your bitch! Please, bitch-fuck me goooood! Oooooo god, need it, like so bad!”
Quiet thunder.
Though she’d been in him for a while, the initial re-penetration was super intense. It was a little scary but thrilling and he suspected that in the future, it might be his favorite part. It was just physically overwhelming. He liked that she was forcing her way inside of him.
Once more, he did not think he could take it. His face was wrought with panic, but suddenly she was inside him again. He felt utterly filled by her.
It was the strangest sensation because though it came with a degree of discomfort, it also felt amazingly good. Involuntarily, he uttered a long slow Oooooooi. Once recovered, “Oh yes…hmmm…your forever-bitch!”
Or maybe this will be my favorite part, when she’s all the way in; so big and filling! Oh my Goddess, yes! Hmmmmm
His eyes were half lidded and he had an unself-conscious, dreamy, silly little smile on his face.
She took him by the hips and he felt almost commandeered…like a thing. It was soooooooo profoundly wrong to him. That’s when he knew how right this all was. He savored the sensation of being taken…used.
Sooooooo fucking good! God, yes, yes, yes!
“Do me. Please do me.”
“Maybe it should be called, ‘bitch-style’ or the ‘bitch position?” Michele laughed her sexy, mean-girl laugh. “Who’s my bitch?”
“I am.”
“Who’s my bitch? Say it.”
“I am. I’m your bitch. Oh my god, I love being your bitch! I need to be your bitch. Being your bitch is my purpose. I need it like soooooooo badly. You’re my bitch-maker Oh…my…god…so big! Want to be your hot, little bitch…feels so good! Oh god, take me…make me. Please…use me! Yes…yes, fill me. Fill me deep! I live to be your bitch. You own me. You’re my bitch-maker! Own me. You own me. Use me! Thank you…so good! You are my bitch-maker! Love, love my bitch-maker more than anything on earth! Love my Master! Always worship Master! Always! Love you so much! Need you so bad! Need this! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh my Goddess, so good! Please, always fuck me! Please, always make me.”
A distant quake.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Well look at you,” she said teasingly. “Who knew you were such a whore. I might have to start whoring you out to my friends. I could make you a five dollar fuck. I bet a lot of The Ladies would enjoy a ride.”
Another distant rumble.
Tim was terrified and excited. He did not think she was serious, but with Michele… He could imagine them making a show of handing Michele a five dollar bill right in front of him. He knew it was all a possibility.
She gave him a spank and though not hard, once more his eyes closed to half mast as his mouth went wide. Her thrusting into him while spanking him was the hottest thing he’d felt in his whole life. It was the ultimate pleasure and he felt made for this. He wanted more than anything to be her sexy, little thing. He hoped more than anything that his butt looked good to her.
And then she saw what she just then realized she’d been waiting for: Tim began rocking back and forth, essentially fucking himself on her big cock. She could see him clearly in the mirror. His eyes were closed in ecstasy and his lips were pursed and he sounded a lot like a woman being fucked with a big, big dick. He was giving himself a little joy-ride on her cock. She continued to occasionally spank his ass, demonstrating her mastery, showing him what he was to her.
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And she’d be working him up in size. She already had four bigger, double sided sizes waiting for them. She’d be patient, but he’d be taking big cock soon enough.
Her plans for the evening were such that she did not use a double sided toy for herself because she did not want to desensitize.
Michele quite liked the way she looked when strapped in. And she liked wearing the big cocks the best. Seeing herself buried deep in her new bride was at once surreal and profoundly appropriate. Michele was incredibly aroused.
She rode him like this for a good long while before she clapped twice. In less than a minute, Krista, Ann and Becky strolled into the bedroom. For a couple of seconds, each pretended to be shocked by what was happening, but none kept up the show for very long.
To Tim’s dismay, Michele high fived both Krista and Sister Ann, all while Michele’s cock was buried in him all the way to the hilt.
Now Tim felt like he was in a bear trap only to see the wolves circling. He wanted to run, but he was effectively impaled and Michele’s hands where handling him by the waist. He could no more seek cover than he’d be able to if the giantess’s conquering foot stood on his chest, holding him down as her vanquished foe. He was literally pinned in place and his face flushed red as he looked away, seeking distraction from his mortification.
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