Mistress Francesca – Wedding Anniversary, Finale

And finally Sunday has arrived. A long glorious day, of which I will try to give a more concise but faithful description that is possible. I apologize if this report is a bit long, but it was a long day!

15 years is a nice milestone for any wedding and it is a great satisfaction to see how strong the bond is after all these years and how sissy slave m. got used to my particular type of married life … certainly also helped by the training received previously! As anticipated, a small stage was set up in the garden of my beach house, with an arch of orange blossom and a red carpet.

My teacher of life and domination, Mistress Ingrid, carried out the celebration of the ceremony. Mistress Ingrid is a wonderful Mistress of German origin, who moved to Italy very young and was active as a professional dominatrix in my city for many years. She is now almost 70 years old and has long since retired to a private life with her slave husband, much younger than her (55 years old). She is a woman of such charm that anyone she desires falls to her feet, and this still at her age!

When I started venturing into the Femdom universe, I immediately started looking for who, in my city, could share this passion with me, which later became a lifestyle, and could teach me something. I started searching the net, on various ad sites, and, amidst many disappointments and some frights, I met her. She taught me a great deal about what I know and, even today, I have infinite affection, respect and gratitude towards her. Like a second mother. The guests, of course, besides Mistress Ingrid were:
My mother,
My sister Maria,
My best friends, whom you now know well, Aurora and Tiziana,
Mistress Carmen (a friend of mine, a Mistress form a city in southern Italy, where she lives as a queen with her husband / slave, wealthy businessman),
Mistress Laver, an active transsexual Mistress of Brazilian origin, known when I trained sissy slave m to forced bi, and with whom I stayed in contact,
Giulia and Stefania, two of my friends, known in ‘Vanilla’ social fields who have shown considerable interest in the Femdom universe, have started games on the subject with their husbands and have become, on my indication, assiduous readers of your blog and your manuals.

When all the guests settled in the chairs, Mistress Ingrid nodded and I made my entrance with the poor slave. I was wearing a splendid white silk dress, with a light train, very low-cut on the back and on the front, and with a very long side slit to fully show my long and turned legs. At the feet beautiful white braided sandals, with 10 cm heel. On the right hand a riding crop. Sissy slave m on my leash.

To emphasize his ex-male status, now totally feminized, and BAV, I thought of a sissy bride dress. On the site where I buy most of my sissy’s clothes I found this dress that is called, precisely, ‘virgin bride’.             https://shop.eblue.com/details/sat199?ref=thesissystore.com

(sissy slave m. was much more ridiculous and pathetic than the splendid model in the link!
Upon our entrance, the guests made a brief applause that accompanied us to the altar. I looked at the expression of Giulia and Stefania, the newbies, and I saw their surprise, but also their expressions amusing and not at all embarrassed! Of course, I had no doubts about the other guests! Upon reaching the altar, Mistress Ingrid ordered the sissy to kneel and the ceremony begins.

Mistress Ingrid, therefore, started: “Dearest Francesca, you brought your slave here before these witnesses so that your dominion over him will be formally consecrated again on the 15th anniversary of your marriage. You subdued, trained and enslaved this creature and consecrated it to the worship of Your dominion only, you deprived it of its original masculinity, humiliated in sissyfication and brought him back to the virginal state. So, with marriage, you gave legality and made its servile condition irreversible.”
“And you, useless pathetic worm, you had to undergo your total submission and deprivation of all rights by virtue of the superior right and power that Francesca has over your nature of sissy slave and you will have to live, for this, an existence of servitude, pain, humiliation and frustration!”
“Now, on the fifteenth anniversary of the legalization of your union, I ask Francesca to confirm her intentions and the sissy to take note of her condition again. Francesca, are you determined to keep this useless slave with you without anyone having forced you and fully aware of the meaning of your decision?”
“Yes!” I replied happy!
“Slave, are you aware that your will is irrelevant and that you have no chance to escape your slavery condition?”
“Yes Mistress!” The sissy replied humbly, aware of the irreversibility of her condition but, I think, also happy with this. So, at the invitation of Mistress Ingrid, I cast my vote:
“I Francesca, I confirm you sissy slave m., as my slave. I promise to dominate you and subjugate you and submit you, for my pleasure and your pain, for my joy and your despair, for my narcissism and your humiliation and for my lust and your frustration as long as I have desire!”
In turn, sissy slave m expressed his vow, with his head bowed, red in the face of humiliation and trembling with emotion but, I’m sure, also super excited, despite his cruel cage.
“Venerable Mistress, thank you for keeping this useless and pathetic slave under the yoke of your cruel rule. My whole existence is dedicated to submission to You, goddess and queen, and to suffer any cruel living conditions in order to remain in your divine presence!”

Sissy slave m, therefore, prostrated himself to kiss me devoutly and Mistres Ingrid said:
“I confirm you Mistress and slave! You may whip the sissy! ” At these words, with the riding crop, I dealt 15 symbolic blows on the slave’s butt.
A sincere applause started spontaneously from the guests to mark the happy conclusion of the ceremony.

So I got off the stage, with the sissy on a leash, and I dedicated myself to the congratulations of the guests. In Italy there is the tradition that guests kiss the bride and in this circumstance we have kept it, with a little fun modification.
The guest approached, congratulated me and we kissed each other on the cheek with a small hug. Then each addressed the slave with an insult of some kind (worm congratulations, cockroach wishes or the like) spat on his face or slapped him and, therefore, the humiliated sissy, kissed the feet of the guest on duty.

Mistress Laver, of course, demanded that the sissy also kiss her cock through the dress, for the greater humiliation of the sissy, while Giulia and Stefania, after an initial hesitation to insults, let themselves go without problems, amused by the situation.

After this phase, therefore, the guests and I went to the appetizers and sissy slave m, removed the veil and put on an apron and a maid’s crest, brought fresh drinks from the fridge and headed for the field kitchen to complete the lunch preparation. The company that assembled the kitchen yesterday had prepared the appetizers to be kept in the fridge, the sauces for the first courses and had set the second courses, as well as preparing the desserts. Sissy slave m, therefore, only had to cook the pasta (we are still Italian!) and the main courses and serve on the table.

While sissy slave was preparing lunch, we talked amiably about friends, and I especially noticed Giulia and Stefania hanging from Ingrid, Carmen and Laver’s lips … I fear that their husbands will have some surprises in the near future! When lunch was ready, sissy slave m served us on the table. Smoked salmon, seafood salad and prawn cocktail as appetizers.
Spaghetti with clams first. Baked sea bass and fried fish per second, with a side dish of salad and baked potatoes. Lemon sorbet, cake, fruit and coffee.
All washed down with Franciacorta sparkling wine ‘Ca del Bosco Rosè’ is wonderful Scarlet, it costs enough (less than a champagne of the same quality) but it is very good. A wonderful lunch, which we girls enjoyed, served by sissy slave m in chains and, of course, on an empty stomach.

During lunch several times we had a good time, between courses, to call him under the table to lick each of our shoes and soles (and I am sure, from his desperate expression, that Laver also offered him more to lick under the tablecloth). Even Giulia and Stefania, after an initial hesitation, took confidence and, more and more often, it was they who called the sissy to order her to fill their glass, or to have it at their feet or, after a short time, to spit it out in full face and humiliate him with gestures and words. Each of the girls, then, had received, on arrival, a small riding crop, with permission to use it on the slave during lunch.
Therefore, when lunch was over, when it was past 4:00 PM, we decided to take a walk but, before that, many of us had to use the bathroom. So I set the example.

Sissy slave m was stripped, with the exception of the corset, stockings and shoes (and of the collar wrists and anklets of course). I took him to the opposite side of the house, in the outdoor shower that is located there, where I made him lie down and, happy and satisfied, I pissed in his face, enjoying my power and my supremacy. I left him there, tired humiliated and defeated, and I told the girls that anyone who wanted could take advantage.

Aurora and Tiziana, of course, were the first, even together, followed by my sister Maria and Mistress Carmen. So Laver got up (and again, from her expression, I think the sissy had direct contact with his cock). Mistress Ingrid, who never loved pissing, passed and so did my mother (I think for the presence of too many people) also my friend Stefania declined, while Giulia, to my surprise (and my great pleasure) got up and went to make her first pissing on a slave!

I resumed the sissy, defeated by the humiliation, and brought it back to the girls, who had to thank for the honor. So I gagged and sent him to tidy up and wash the dishes and the kitchen, while we took a walk by the sea. Upon our return, around 6:30 PM, an exhausted sissy slave m awaited us for the continuation of the evening. We sat in the garden.

Sissy slave m was completely stripped and washed with a stream of cold water, then left on his knees to dry in the setting evening sun. Then, called back to our presence, he delighted us with splendid foot and back massages, while we discussed more and less, interrupted only when to insult, mock, humiliate or punish the poor desperate slave.

We decided to let Giulia and Stefania experience the joys of torturing a slave sissy. We went back into the house and, in the attic, we tied sissy slave m standing, legs spread by a spreader bar and hands tied above the head to the ceiling, and Mistress Ingrid and I started. Me behind with the flogger and Mistress Ingrid in front of torturing the nipples of the sissy with toothed clamps, tweezers and the like. All totally ignoring the pleadings of the sissy, soon tinged with tears, but turning to my friends almost novices as if the slave did not exist but was just an experiment dummy.

Little by little they took courage and took turns whipping the sissy and torturing his increasingly sore nipples. We went on for a long time, alternating with the flogger and the nipples, until the poor slave began to tremble convulsively in despair and, at that point, happy and excited, we stopped the torture to go down for a drink to refresh ourselves, bringing with us the poor slave on his knees.

It was therefore the moment again for the sissy to devote herself to the adoration of the shoes and feet of her superiors. The hour was beginning to be late and, therefore, my mother, accompanied by my sister, Mistress Ingrid, Mistress Carmen, Giulia and Stefania took leave, not before having asked for a humble thanks from the slave for the attention paid, and not before to have spit in his face and to have insulted him properly. We embraced and said parting words to each other happy and satisfied. Aurore and Tiziana stayed with us a little longer to relax with the slave to act as a footrest and then they left too. Last Laver, who asked me, before leaving, to be able to use the slave and, as you can imagine, I immediately consented, especially after the sissy began to implore me desperately not to do it!

Laver then brought sissy slave m into the guest room and left it after twenty minutes, visibly pleased, while my poor sissy slave followed her like a puppy dog, aching and with a very sad expression of despair and disgust. I also said goodbye to Laver and prepared the sissy for the final surprises.

First, I announced that I no longer considered him worthy of sleeping in a real room, not even the service room, and that therefore we would have obtained in the basement of my city house and in the attic of the house by the sea, two small cells, and that he would have slept there for the future, when it was not subjected to worse conditions. Exhausted from the day and aware that my sentences do not call for an appeal, he lowered the case and replied “yes Mistress”. So I took it to my bedroom and, after gagging it, I tied it to the ankles, above and below the knees, the thighs and with the hands tied to the wrists and elbows behind the back. So i made him crawl under the bed. After a short time Federico arrived. The skipper of the boat with which we made the trip yesterday, with which I celebrated my wedding night to the fullest, fucking him and cumming no less than 7 times, also for the awareness of the humiliating position of the sissy. Federico cumms twice very copiously in two condoms that, as soon as my lover left, sissy slave m, finally untied, had the honor of emptying.

Exhausted, satisfied and happy, I decided to let the sissy sleep at the foot of my bed and let him lick the soles of my feet to thank me for the evening and the weekend of celebrations. I slept with an angelic sleep, while sissy slave m. fell asleep after long sobs of fatigue, pain and humiliation.

The following morning, however, I received his whatsapp from the office.
I transcribe it to you in Italian, I’m sure you’ll understand it:
“GRAZIE PADRONA, TI AMO IMMENSAMENTE! IL TUO SISSY SCHIAVO”

THANKS MISTRESS, I LOVE YOU IMMENSELY! YOUR SISSY SLAVE

I affectionately embrace you and your wonderful readers!
Thank you very much and see you soon!Ciao
M. Francesca

13 thoughts on “Mistress Francesca – Wedding Anniversary, Finale

  1. Happy birthday wedding Francesca.
    the description is fantastic, what a beautiful weekend of fun and humiliation.
    And finally, his new rooms, not his new cells.

    1. Thank you so much my friend!
      The sissy is working hard on her new cells and on another novelty in the garden … (she is very good at building jobs. Her grandfather was a builder and taught her a lot!)
      I’ll update you at completed works …
      A big hug
      M. Francesca

      1. It looks promising, I will eagerly await the description of the cells and the novelty of the garden. I am sure you are making mr. very hard, and if it is as hot as in my country (34 ° in the shade) it must be a treat for you to watch it suffer under the sun.

  2. Happy Anniversary Wedding Francesca!
    Great weekend and description. Thank you for letting us know about the whole progress and the ceremony at the end.

  3. Mistress Francesca is a wonderful inspiration and Your blog, MsScarlet, is a daily must read and a staple of our life.
    Mistress Nancy and slave don

  4. Incredible. i never fail to be in awe of the women like yourself, Francesca, Brigite and Anne who live the most advanced femdom lifestyles ….Francesca working her slave husband like a dog over a weekend to serve her and her friends and relatives and finally crowning the weekend by consummating her renewed marriage vows with a friend all the while knowing her husband is trussed up like a turkey under her bed listening to what he will never ever experience for the rest of his life. Just incredible.

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