Wedding Dress Domination Story

"Clench your fists!" The young girls' voices echoed in my ears, their delicate tones laced with a hint of command, making my heart race and a faint sense of embarrassment creep in. Still, I complied. "Luowei, what are you doing?" Following their instructions, I raised my hands. The two girls, one on each side, grabbed my wrists and slipped on a pair of beige silk ball-shaped gloves. These gloves were incredibly tight. I tried to open my fingers after putting them on, but found it impossible; my hands were forced to remain in a clenched fist. When I questioned them, Luowei simply smiled slightly. "You're a grown man, clumsy as ever. What if you scratch the dress later?" "But this is like tying my hands! I can't move at all!" I protested, raising my gloved hands. A sturdy rope connected the two gloves, binding my wrists together. Once on, I was positioned like a prisoner with handcuffs. With my bare chest exposed and surrounded by three beautiful girls, a wave of shame washed over me. Luowei stuck out her tongue, offering a slightly apologetic smile. "We don't have any other gloves that cover the hands. You'll have to make do!" I sighed, resigned to my fate. At that moment, the short-haired girl holding the snow-white wedding dress in front of me beamed, her girlish voice sweet. "Mr. Zhuang, you need to take off your pants too!" Take off my pants?! In front of them? Though I had anticipated this, my heart still tightened. The girl speaking was Xiao Yuran. Her curvaceous, fiery figure was encased in a gray off-the-shoulder sweater. In the dim light of the room, I could even glimpse the shape of her full, round breasts. Beneath her plaid skirt, her slender legs were clad in thick, beige pantyhose, and she wore a pair of shiny black leather boots. Her entire ensemble exuded an air of noble yet playful charm. It was enough to make me repeatedly remind myself, "I'm here to accompany my girlfriend buying a wedding dress," desperately trying to banish any strange, illicit thoughts. She seemed to sense my apprehension and offered a comforting smile. "It's okay, you can keep your underwear on." I breathed a sigh of relief, but the feeling of being restrained and commanded by beautiful girls only deepened my sense of shame. "If you find it inconvenient with your hands tied, we can help you take them off," Luowei said softly, seeing my hesitation. I thought she was urging me on, but almost simultaneously, the beautiful woman standing behind me instantly gripped my right wrist. Compared to the kind and friendly Luowei or the playful and cute Xiao Yuran, this curly-haired beauty exuded a much stronger sense of "pressure." She was already half a head taller than me, and she wore silver high heels that added at least ten centimeters. In contrast, perhaps because I was bare-chested and my hands were restrained, I instinctively hunched over, making me appear significantly shorter in front of her. I didn't know the curly-haired beauty's name, only hearing the other two call her "Sister Han." This noble and aloof woman seemed to reserve her smiles only for women, maintaining a perpetually expressionless, indifferent attitude towards me. Furthermore, she wore an orange-yellow strapless evening gown and a pair of incredibly luxurious brown long gloves, her legs clad in silk stockings of the same color and material. A beauty of her caliber would have made my heart pound even if I'd seen her on the street. "Ugh..." I couldn't help but swallow, just as I was about to speak, I caught a glimpse of Luo Wei out of the corner of my eye, who, right in front of me, began to peel off the alluring black stockings from her legs. She bent down, lifting her thigh and pulling up her skirt. Then, she inserted the thumbs of her slender hands into the top of the stocking. With a gentle tug from her fingertips, the black stocking slowly slid down, revealing a patch of alluring, snow-white skin. What in the world do these women want?! I screamed internally. Ever since they stuffed me into this wedding dress, they've been caressing me in all sorts of ways. While I'm a man of principles, I can't withstand this kind of teasing and manipulation! Could this be Su Mingyan's test for me? A jolt of shock ran through me. If that's the case, I must be a hundred times more cautious. If I were to reveal a lecherous expression in front of these beautiful women, I'd have no way to explain myself! With that thought, I quickly closed my eyes, trying my best to banish all the wicked thoughts from my mind. After all their teasing, the single pair of underwear I had left was already forming a noticeable bulge. If it weren't for the concealing layers of the wedding dress, it would have been exposed to the women long ago. While my eyes were closed, the women chatted softly, accompanied by the rhythmic click-clack of high heels on the floor. I couldn't hear clearly, but I still felt nervous and guilty, so I opened my eyes. The moment I opened my eyes, I was met by two pairs of large eyes, inches from my face, staring at me with a malicious smile. I was startled again and instinctively tried to turn away, but Luo Wei grabbed my cheeks, while Xiao Yuran simultaneously pressed on my ears, completely immobilizing my head, making it impossible for me to move even an inch. "What are you doing? Let go... Mmph mmph..." Before I could finish speaking, a soft, warm piece of silk was stuffed into my mouth. Luo Wei grinned, holding the wad of fabric and using her slender fingers to push it deeper into my mouth, preventing me from spitting it out with my tongue. As I struggled, I caught a strong scent of feet and instantly realized: this was Luo Wei's freshly removed stocking! I, a grown man, was being gagged with a woman's stocking! And not just any stocking, but one that had just been taken off! This was not only disgusting but also a profound humiliation! But it was too late. Half of the stocking was already in my mouth, and the remaining small section was forcefully shoved into the remaining space by the women's rough handling. Once the gagging was complete, Xiao Yuran covered my nose and mouth with both hands. Luo Wei took out another black stocking, and the two women worked together to tie the stocking around the corners of my mouth, wrap it around the back of my head, and then tie a neat, tight bow in front of my mouth. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but the silk binding my mouth was incredibly secure. I couldn't possibly spit it out on my own. "Mmph mmph—" I let out muffled groans of shame, expressing my displeasure. Xiao Yuran, abandoning her earlier roughness, gently wiped the sweat from my forehead that had beaded up during my struggle. However, this gentleness only made me feel more humiliated, as if I were an infant swaddled tightly, left to their every whim and tease. They lifted the hem of the skirt again, covering my head, and once again plunged me into darkness. My vision was once again obscured by a blurry expanse of white. I could feel the opening of the skirt above my head being tightened and secured with the silk stocking. I was completely trapped within the wedding dress once more. "Finally, we've shut this guy up. It's much quieter now!" Outside the wedding dress, Xiao Yuran sighed in relief. "Hahaha, a grown man, naked, stuffed inside a wedding dress, yelling his head off. Aren't you afraid someone outside will hear you?" Luo Wei chuckled softly. She put her high heels back on and stepped onto my chest. The heavy pressure and pain were unbearable, and I writhed, whimpering. "Hmph, a man's foul mouth only behaves when it's gagged!" Sister Han sneered and kicked me in the butt. Her diamond-studded high heels were incredibly sharp. This kick caused me more pain than Luo Wei's ten stomps. I shivered, and my entire body, encased in the wedding dress, almost sprang up. Wait, the wedding dress! That keyword sent a jolt through me, and a hazy yet vivid memory flooded my mind. I remembered I was originally accompanying my fiancée, Su Mingyan, to look at wedding dresses, and then I got involved in some kind of event, which led to me being stripped and stuffed into a wedding dress, teased and played with by these women, having shameful photos taken, and finally, shamefully, ejaculating in front of everyone! The humiliating memory was unbearable. I tried to get up, only to find my limbs tightly bound by ropes, completely immobile. And the pink dress and alluring white stockings I had just seen were all women's clothing I was wearing! A wave of shame and indignation surged through me. I looked around and realized I was likely in a consultation room at a bridal shop, placed on this large desk. To my left front was a mirror, through which I could glimpse the full view of my current body. I was fitted into a pale pink slip dress, the design of which also seemed to be in the style of a wedding dress. The hem was tightly cinched around the flesh beneath my armpits, leaving that skin red and raw. My chest should have been empty, but now it appeared full, as if I were wearing a bra, and combined with a more exquisite corset, it accentuated my feminine curves. My arms were bound tightly to my sides with fine ropes. My elbows were encircled, and my wrists were also bound at the waist, the secure knots making my hands impossible to move even a fraction. My hands were forced into fists, slipped into two silk sleeves as before. Under this layered restraint, I couldn't even reach out to caress the smooth, cool fabric of the dress. But this beautiful, soft dress clearly didn't serve the purpose of covering me, because the thick white stockings on my legs weren't pantyhose but suspender stockings. The cool breeze drifting from between my legs told me that my manhood was exposed to the air, submerged beneath the continuous, tidal flow of the feminine skirt. Damn it! This was too humiliating! My face instantly flushed crimson. In the mirror, I could see my body from the neck down, dressed like a tightly bound, beautiful bride. My entire body was securely fastened, my legs bound at the ankles and forced open to the sides, revealing my utter vulnerability and helplessness... "Let me go! Isn't the event over? Why are you still tying me up and dressing me in these..." I shouted. Su Mingyan, carrying her bag, walked up to me, rested one hand on the desk, and looked down at me, smiling gently. "Husband, you'll have to endure a little for the next few days!" "What do you mean?" I didn't understand. Su Mingyan sighed and said, "The wedding dress you soiled is worth two hundred thousand." "What?" I gasped. "Xu Jie and I discussed it for a long time, and she finally agreed that we don't have to pay for it, but the price is..." Su Mingyan looked at Xu Yun. "Mr. Zhuang needs to stay at our shop and be a wedding dress model for a month," Xu Yun finished for her. "Wedding dress model?!" My eyes widened in disbelief. They wanted me, a grown man, to be a wedding dress model! And for a whole month, what the hell! While feeling deeply humiliated, I also felt a surge of anger. Su Mingyan, my fiancée, watched me being played with and humiliated by these women without intervening, and then, on her own initiative, made this outrageous agreement with Xu Yun without my consent! "That's right, our shop's wedding dress models are all men," the proprietress, Xu Yun, said, putting down her teacup and standing up. She stroked my bound "beautiful white-stockinged legs" and smiled. How could any man be willing to be a model in a shop like this! I didn't believe her words at all, thinking they were just things she said to humiliate me. "Let me go first. That wedding dress, two hundred thousand, right? I'll pay for it! I have money!" I yelled. Su Mingyan looked into my eyes and said, "Zhuang Yu, do you want to use your betrothal gifts to pay for it?" I froze, then became even more enraged. "Su Mingyan, even now, you're still thinking about your betrothal gifts!" "I'm just thinking about our future. Being a wedding dress model here for a month is the best solution." "You're not thinking about our future, just your own!" After toying with the man for a while, A'yun turned and smiled, "Shanshan, do you want to try letting a man lick your feet?" "Ah?" Shanshan thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No, I find it a bit disgusting..." Just as I was marveling that this young beauty named Shanshan was at least half-normal, I suddenly saw her lift her silk-stockinged, high-heeled leg and deliver a fierce kick to the man's face. Instantly, the man swung forward like a pendulum, but in the next second, Shanshan grabbed a dangling chain, and the man's body was yanked back to them, his swing controlled. Listening to the man's continuous groans, I then noticed that the source of that thin chain was the man's swollen glans, as if a segment had been implanted inside his manhood! Not only was the man's poor appendage violated by an object [X] inches thick, but it was also being yanked and pulled, bearing the weight of his body. Just thinking about it made me hurt... Ancient torture probably couldn't compare to this! Furthermore, his manhood was encased in a flesh-colored silk stocking "sheath," with only a small opening at the tip. With his swollen body and the chain being pulled and tugged at will by the girls, this behemoth resembled a silkworm spinning its thread. His two testicles were firmly secured by a pair of metal cuffs, with what appeared to be adjustable screws nearby. It was evident that the cuffs were significantly smaller than his testicles, clearly adjusted to their tightest setting. My heart pounded with apprehension, and soon I was led to their side by Xiao Yuran and the others. It was then that I saw the man's entire head was covered by a hood made of what looked like silk stocking material. This special hood had a fixed ring at the mouth, perfectly fitting his jaw, forcing him to keep his mouth agape. This was why A'yun dared to shove her foot into the man's mouth. "You abusive bastard, we'll play with you until you die!" A'yun sneered, and with another lift of her silk-clad foot, she firmly planted her heel on the man's testicles. "Exactly, you scum from the gutter, letting you wear stockings and a skirt feels like a desecration of them!" Shanshan chimed in, delivering another fierce kick to the man. Approaching them, Xu Yun paused with a smile. "Ladies, how's the experience?" Shanshan turned and gave a shy smile, "It's great, Sister Xu." A'yun muttered softly, "The only drawback is that we can't stomp his thing into oblivion!" Xiao Yuran said, "For a man like this, destroying him in one go might be too easy. Torturing and controlling him in a more superficial, gentler, and prolonged manner would be more satisfying." Xu Yun glanced at her, her smile unwavering, "Yuran, Miss Li has a point. However, it would be better to let more women torment and witness him, so that every lady who comes here can have this experience?" "You're right, Sister Xu," A'yun nodded, then her gaze fell upon me, her smile turning suggestive, "Oh, this handsome young man, did you guys catch him too?" Recalling that I was wearing a wedding dress and stockings, being led around like a dog by beautiful women, although my situation had been dire before, it was now undeniably more humiliating. Feeling utterly disgraced, I involuntarily lowered my head. "Yes, he soiled that wedding dress and couldn't afford to pay for it, so he's forced to work for us to compensate!" Xiao Yuran tugged on the chain, forcing me to raise my head. The action was like a master showing off their pet's training to a friend. Luo Wei crouched down, pinching my chin and forcing me to look up at her. "Today is a special day, you need to perform well." I swallowed, not daring to ask more. They dragged me to a corner of the room, where a narrow metal cage stood. It had wheels at the bottom and was so narrow that it only allowed me to kneel in a hunched position. "Get in," Xiao Yuran commanded. I hesitated for a second, and her high heel immediately stepped on my shoulder, pressing down hard. "Don't make me say it a second time." I gritted my teeth and crawled inside. The space within the cage was even more cramped than I had imagined. I could only crawl on all fours, my upper body forced to press against my bent legs, my knees almost touching my chest. "Click—" A sound, and my head was secured by a metal ring at the top of the cage. My neck was forced to arch back, my posture like that of an animal on display. Before I could adjust, Luo Wei reached out, grabbed my penis, and roughly pulled it out through the gap in my open-crotch pantyhose. "Hiss—!" I gasped, my whole body trembling from the pain. "Don't move," she sneered, clamping my testicles into a specially made lock at the bottom of the cage. With a gentle twist—"Click!" My body tensed instantly. The metal edge of the lock tightly gripped my base, making it impossible to escape or fully relax. "Sister Yuran... it's so tight... can you loosen it a bit..." I pleaded in a low, submissive voice. Xiao Yuran sneered and kicked the cage hard with the tip of her high heel. "You haven't been disciplined for a few days, and now you dare to bargain?" The cage shook violently, making me tremble all over, and the lock tightened even more painfully. Luo Wei chuckled beside me. "Bear with it for now. Today, you... might get to cum." My heart leaped. Here, I was subjected to constant friction from skirts, being stepped on by high heels, and all sorts of teasing every day, but I was never allowed release. My desire had already piled up to its limit. Just hearing those words made my body uncontrollably heat up. I didn't dare to say another word and could only grit my teeth and endure. They nodded with satisfaction, then pulled over a thick black curtain, preparing to cover the cage. Just before the curtain was about to be lowered, Luo Wei suddenly stopped Xiao Yuran. "Wait, I almost forgot the most important step." A wicked smile curved her lips. She hooked her finger around the edge of the black stocking on her leg and slowly began to pull it down. My pupils contracted sharply, and my throat involuntarily constricted. "What? Scared?" She noticed my reaction, her smile deepening. She deliberately slowed her movements, letting the stocking peel away from her slender leg inch by inch, the rolled-up edge of the stocking still slightly damp with sweat. After completely removing the stocking, she dangled the tip in front of my eyes, and the rich scent of foot sweat mixed with perfume wafted towards me. "Open your mouth," she commanded. I clenched my teeth tightly, instinctively trying to shrink back, but the metal frame of the cage left me nowhere to escape. Xiao Yuran clicked her tongue impatiently, and the tip of her high heel directly pressed into the inner side of my thigh, grinding down hard. "Don't make me do it myself." The intense pain made me groan, my teeth loosened, and Luo Wei immediately seized the opportunity, shoving the entire wad of stocking into my mouth. As night fell, I was finally taken down from the display platform and brought back to a small lounge. My hands remained bound, but the high heels on my feet were never removed. Luo Wei said it was to help me "get used to feminine grace." Dinner, like breakfast, was meager: a few slices of bread and a cup of water, served in the same humiliating manner. I lay on the hard bed, the skirt of the wedding dress spread over me like an inescapable net. Over the past ten days, I had gradually become numb, transitioning from initial anger and resistance. The daily etiquette training taught me how to walk and stand like a "lady," even maintaining balance under the constraint of high heels. I began to control my steps with practiced ease, my hip sway no longer stiff, and I could even feel the subtle sensation of the skirt brushing against my skin. This filled me with both fear and self-loathing. Was I truly adapting to this humiliating, almost feminized, slave-like existence? I didn't know how much longer I could hold on. The daily humiliation and confinement had exhausted me physically and mentally, but the two hundred thousand in compensation and Su Mingyan's words weighed on me like shackles. I had also tried to find opportunities to escape, but the security here was tight. The elevator required fingerprints and passwords, and the guards on the top floor were never lax. My hands were almost always bound, my mouth gagged, leaving me no chance to even cry for help. A few more days passed. After the enema this day, I expected to be taken for etiquette training. Instead, Xiao Yuran and Luo Wei stood before me, their lips curved into malicious smiles. "Let's try something different today," Xiao Yuran said, reaching out and grabbing the neckline of my wedding dress, pulling it sharply. "Mmph—!" I instinctively struggled, but Luo Wei had already moved behind me, expertly undoing the corset's ties. Their movements were rough yet practiced, like peeling away an exquisitely wrapped gift. Soon, the wedding dress was completely stripped from me, leaving only a white lace bra and open-crotch pantyhose—my "new gear" they had put me in a few days prior, with the crotch completely exposed for their "inspections" at any time. "Kneel!" Xiao Yuran kicked the back of my knee, and I grunted, my legs buckling as I fell to my knees. Although my hands were only bound with pantyhose and not fully secured, I had grown accustomed to obeying. Here, resistance only led to more brutal punishment. Luo Wei crouched down, pinching my chin and forcing my head up to look at her. "Today is a special day, you need to perform well." I swallowed, not daring to ask further. They dragged me to a corner of the room where a narrow metal cage stood. It had wheels on the bottom and was so narrow that it only allowed me to crouch. "Get in," Xiao Yuran commanded. I hesitated for a second, and her high heel immediately stepped on my shoulder, pressing down hard. "Don't make me say it a second time." I gritted my teeth and crawled inside. The space within the cage was more cramped than I had imagined. I could only crawl, my upper body forced against my bent legs, my knees almost touching my chest. "Click—" A sound, and my head was secured in a metal ring at the top of the cage, my neck forced back, my posture like an animal on display. Before I could adjust, Luo Wei reached out and grabbed my penis, roughly pulling it out through the opening in the pantyhose. "Hiss—!" I gasped, a tremor of pain running through my body. "Don't move," she said with a cold laugh, then clamped my testicles into a specially made lock at the bottom of the cage and gave it a gentle twist—"Click!" My body instantly tensed. The metal edge of the lock gripped my base tightly, preventing escape and making it impossible to relax. "Sister Yuran... it's so tight... can you loosen it a bit..." I pleaded in a low, submissive tone. Xiao Yuran let out a cold laugh, her high heel kicking the cage sharply. "Haven't disciplined you in a few days, and now you dare to bargain?" The cage shook violently, making me tremble uncontrollably, and the lock tightened even more painfully. Luo Wei chuckled beside me, "Bear with it for now. Today, you... might get to cum." My heart leaped. Here, every day I was rubbed by skirts, stepped on by high heels, and provoked in various ways, but never allowed release. My desire had long been pushed to its limit, and just hearing those words made my body heat up uncontrollably. I didn't dare to speak again, forcing myself to endure. Xu Yun was dressed in a long, black evening gown, her silk-stockinged legs elegantly crossed, exuding a cold, dignified aura. Sister Han wore a deep blue, form-fitting gown, her sky-high heels peeking out from beneath, her icy expression betraying no emotion. Miss K was in a purple, low-cut dress, adorned with a diamond necklace, looking both glamorous and audacious. Luo Wei, on the other hand, had chosen a white mermaid gown, its train trailing behind her, accompanied by her usual sweet smile. All the women were in formal attire, wearing stockings and high heels. The stockings varied in color from black and nude to white, while their heels, sharp or sturdy, glinted in the candlelight. Each woman was like a regal queen, exuding an imposing and luxurious presence. However, the chairs beneath each of them were specially designed, high-backed chairs. The seat of each chair was essentially a cage, welded from black metal and finished with a matte paint, its lines sharp and exquisite. Within the confined space, a man was imprisoned. These men were naked, bound with red silk ribbons, their bodies compressed to the smallest possible size. Their hands were folded across their chests, their backs to the ground, their legs folded above their bodies, forming an extremely contorted posture, as if they were sculptures forcibly molded into shape. Intricate red ribbons tightly bound their bodies, connecting the restraints on their wrists, ankles, and necks, yet maintaining a certain aesthetic. These bindings were, of course, the work of Miss K. Every inch of space within the narrow cages was utilized to its extreme, leaving the men with almost no room to breathe. Naturally, the more muscular men endured even more severe compression. I personally witnessed the man with the largest muscle mass being forced into this cage by ten girls working together. His muscles were taut like rock within the metal frame, the red silk deeply embedded into his skin, leaving purplish-red marks. Sweat dripped down his skin as his body was forced into an almost impossible shape. The ladies sat on their chairs, their flowing gowns nearly covering the cages below, the skirts falling like curtains, concealing most of the scene. However, Miss K had deliberately designed these humiliating postures for the men, ensuring that each of their phalluses extended out of the cage, positioned near the ground, exposed on the cold floor, naked and vulnerable. Each lady only needed to lift her foot slightly to tread upon these vulnerable phalluses with their noble high heels. Their sharp heels hovered above like knife tips, lightly pressing down or tapping casually, inflicting silent humiliation and stinging pain. Under the pressure of the soles, the phalluses became swollen or twisted. The men's mouths were stuffed with various intimate female garments – stockings, panties, or lace handkerchiefs. The fabric filled their mouths, carrying the warmth and intimate scent of women. Their faces were covered with a restraint bag made of sound-dampening material. The black bag clung tightly to their skin, covering their eyes and ears, resembling silent, severed heads. The cage-like chairs were bolted to the floor, their metal bases welded to the floor, making them impossible to move. This ensured that they could not make any sound or movement during the event, absolutely not disturbing the noble ladies' dining. Their only remaining presence was their exposed phalluses. "This banquet is truly quiet, these pigs can't make a sound!" Miss Amanda stomped hard on the phallus beneath her foot and laughed. The heel of her red high heel pressed down precisely, the force both brutal and casual. In the candlelight, the heel cast a cold, cruel shadow on the phallus. The chair she sat on emitted only a faint tremor and a whimper, the metal cage vibrating slightly. But the man below undoubtedly suffered fatal agony, unable to struggle within the confined space, forced to endure the silent torment. Xu Yun looked at Miss K, her tone calm but with a hint of instruction, "Old K, your confinement methods are too tight. Miss Amanda prefers to give men a little more room to move." Miss K quickly lowered her head in admission of oversight, her body beneath the purple gown leaning forward slightly, her tone respectful, "It was my oversight. I will adjust the design next time to ensure it meets Miss Amanda's preferences." Miss Amanda shook her head and smiled, "It's fine, being quiet is also good. I still admire Miss K's skills." Saying this, she took a sip of wine, her red lips brushing the rim of the glass. Her gaze drifted upwards, above the dining table, a playful interest curving her lips. "Besides, we still have this exhibit! Oh, right, he's also CC's ex-boyfriend!" Upon hearing this, the women all looked up, their faces filled with teasing smiles.