Chapter 3: The Wedding
After getting me out of my remaining male clothes, she gave me panties and a simple shift dress to wear.
"Take these male things to the guard. She'll lock them up with the others."
I obeyed feeling very silly walking around in the open in a dress.
"I guess I'll get used to it," I muttered to myself. The guard smiled as she took the sack...my last male things.
"Is that the end of them?" she asked sternly. I knew she meant my male things.
"Yes, now they're all locked up."
She smiled and said, "You'll get used to it."
Walking back I was greeted by a couple of her friends, "Wedding tomorrow...congratulations." "Nice to have you join us." They were very friendly.
Monica told me we would not sleep together until our wedding night. I slept in the spare bedroom. She showed me my drawers in the dresser...panties, nylons, and night wear.
I took out a short nighty. "Short," I said as I looked at the others.
"All short," I muttered.
"Yes, short," Monica laughed. "That's the way I like them. I don't want you to be able to hide any of your secrets from me."
The next morning we got ready for the wedding. For the wedding Monica had gotten me a short white dress with a full skirt. A garter belt and white stockings and white ruffled panties completed my wardrobe...oh yes, and low shoes.
Low heels, nothing higher," she added with a mischievous grin.
"Alright, I'll try," I conceded, not really understanding why, but trusting her judgment.
As we made our way to the square, people greeted us along the way, congratulating us on our impending nuptials. They wished us happiness and success in our new life together. Their kindness touched me deeply, even though I still felt slightly uneasy about the strange customs and rituals I had witnessed thus far.
The head Matriarch presided. My vows included obeying Monica. When I finished my vows, the Matriarch was handed a pair of shiny stainless ankle cuffs.
"Steady," Monica whispered in a laughing tone.
The Matriarch bent down and locked them on my ankles and spoke, "John, this may seem a strange part of the ceremony but it means you are commencing your training. As you learn to submit to all women, the short chain I am giving Monica will be lengthened as reward. Monica will control your chain length but will not have your ankle cuff key for the first year...it will be held by the Matriarchy."
She then handed Monica a short length of chain. She smiled at me, bending down she locked the chain to the ring on each cuff, locking my ankles together.
"Baby steps," she said, "Just like the program you're now starting."
I nodded, feeling uneasy but excited about the adventure ahead.
"Let's go celebrate," Monica said with a smile.
We walked hand in hand through the village. People stopped to wish us well, admiring our outfits. Some even complimented me on my obedience chain.
"He looks happy," one woman remarked.
"Thank you," Monica responded graciously.
They had set up refreshments there on the square.
Everyone welcomed us with open arms. The atmosphere was lighthearted and relaxed, with laughter echoing into the night. We slipped off to begin our wedding night.
"Slow down," I said, "My ankle chains won't let me walk so fast."
"Sorry, I'm just excited to get you in bed," she laughed.
As we found ourselves a table, several pairs of eyes turned our way, admiring Monica's outfit and commenting on my appearance. The air of submission had clearly left an impression on the people living within the Matriarchy.
Monica ordered two glasses of wine for us, and the conversation flowed naturally between us. She shared stories of her childhood, her journey to the Matriarchy, and how it had changed her life. Her eyes sparkled with passion as she described the close-knit community and the strong bond between the women.