It's incredible what even a small town can achieve when its people come together. Located somewhere between Milan and Palermo, the (almost) entirely female town of Femini celebrated the marriage of their beloved Padre to his new bride, Donatella, the sombre funeral following the tragic passing of their patriarch on his wedding night, and now just weeks later, they were once again ready for jubilation. Giulia, the Padre's doted daughter was to marry her long time girlfriend, Lorenza, and no expense had been spared for the coupling of the town's princesses.
Lorenzo had worn some ostentatious outfits since Giulia took control of his wardrobe, but this one took the cake – which by the way was seven exquisite layers of rich chocolate and fondant. Made from a delicate blend of velvet and lace, it was in the town's traditional colours rather than white, and adorned with jewels and tassels. He had stood for hours being vigorously measured for it and only Giulia's smallest chastity cage had saved him from discovery. To top it off, he wore a diamond encrusted necklace that probably cost more than the home he had grown up in as well as an ornate tiara. So much expensive jewellery hanging from his body only made him more nervous – not to speak of the hundreds of excited eyes on him from the town's female population. After the sudden death of the Padre, they were all eager for something to celebrate again, and he was that something.
The mansion's ballroom had been prepared for the ceremony and Lorenzo anxiously awaited Giulia's arrival so he could get this over with. He knew the room full of women would be wondering why he was staring at his feet piled into a pair of towering open-toed platform heels, but he couldn't meet their gazes. They didn't know what he knew. They didn't know that tucked away inside his silk bridal panties sat a cock, shaved and waxed hairless and held securely in a cage. They didn't know they weren't here to witness the pairing of two equals – two women in love. They were here to see a meat purchase – the rubber stamping of his body becoming property of the Padre's daughter. Finally, after what seemed like hours of playing with one of the ballroom's crystal chandeliers, Lorenzo forced himself to look up – and immediately met the eyes of Donatella, the Padre's widow and new ruler of Femini. There was an ice in her stare – a steely determination...a sense of duty, and in that single moment, Lorenzo knew that crossing her would be as foolish as crossing the Padre himself. He would need to be patient if he were to escape. He would need to bide his time and endure whatever Giulia had planned – at least for the time being.
There was a collective gasp and the guests turned to the ballroom's entrance where the other bride had just arrived. Giulia stood in the doorway and Lorenzo's heart sank. Unlike, his elegant dress, she was wearing a tuxedo, her hair chopped short into a masculine fade. It was clear what role she saw for herself in their partnership. His mind immediately flicked to their wedding night and the consummation of their marriage, and he started to calculate how much wine he could drink before the evening was through.
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