| The Wedding of Chloe & Diana, Chapter Two Diana was so nervous…it was two hours before the ceremony and time to get dressed! Diana was in her suite at her friend’s luxurious home. Patrice, Chloe’s mommy, had left a basket with white wine and a note of encouragement, but Diana wasn’t sure if the wine was making her more nervous or less! There was a knock on her door, and she knew it was Patrice there to assist in her getting ready! Diana expected Patrice to be alone, be instead she was with Hallie, one of the sweet little girls in the wedding party! Hallie was nine years old, and was just a vision! Her strawberry blonde hair and field of freckles just looked so adorable…even with the little girl- slut outfit that she wore as a flower girl! Hallie was wearing lace boyshorts…very much like what Chloe would be wearing…but not much else! The boyshorts were pink and made the most precious little wedge in her tush. She had on cute pink shoes and little pink socks to match. The only other thing Hallie had on was a sheer pink band of stretchy gauze across her chest, a bit like a halter top, that did nothing to hide her taut little nipples! Baby’s breath was in her hair and her cheeks and lips had a touch of gloss. She was perfect and took my breath away…even though she wasn’t my bride! I asked Patrice why this little angel was along with her…she blushed a bit, smiled, and whispered to me that Hallie was her date! I was so excited for her and gave her a big hug and a kiss! Hallie watched and said “can I the big bride too?” How was I to say no! I got on my knees and said “Come here honey…I would love an angel kiss from you!” The sweet little thing stood near by and I took her little face in my hands and moved my mouth to hers. I heard a soft moan come from patrice’s lips as she watched me French kiss her little wedding date. I could have just eaten hallie up, but I needed to get dressed! We broke the kiss and started to get busy! Patrice assisted me in getting into my beautiful little black lace outfit while Hallie sat on the chair in the suite and occupied herself with little girl things…songs…goofy sounds…and the occasional long stair at Patrice and I as she dressed me, fondled me, and kissed me into a frenzy! I was finlly ready, and Patrice and I looked into the mirror! Wow…I cant believe how I looked! It was so sexy…so dominant…tight black lace…stiletto heels…thigh highs…but still soft in a way. Patrice gave me a deep French kiss and then said “you look so hot honey…” I thanked her, and then she told me she had a special wedding present for me apart from the typical one that was wrapped at the ceremony. I told her that I didn’t need another gift from her, that she was giving me her beautiful little daughter and that was all I needed, but she said this was what she wanted to do. She wouldn’t tell me exactly what…only that her and hallie had a “special show” planned for Chloe and I while we were on our honeymoon, and she just knew I would love it. I couldn’t wait! We all walked downstairs where the ceremony was to be held! The greatroom was decorated with white roses everywhere! I was so anxious to see my little bride…but the ceremony was still 30 minutes away! I nervously greeted the guests that had arrived…beautiful women and lovely girls that clearly interpreted the dress code on the invitation which simply stated “elegantly slutty.” Women and girls were dressed in lace bustiers, thongs, micro-mini dresses, thigh highs, baby dolls, and every other imagination you could imagine! Everyone was simply beautiful and the room was charged with anticipation and lust! My friend Elizabeth was there with her two beautiful daughters, Kylie and Brianna. The girls, ages 8 and 5, were just beautiful in their matching light green teddies. Their mom had on a jade green demicup bra with matching thong, green heels, and a lact green pashmini wrapped around her shoulders. All were beautiful! Patrice’s cousin Catherine had arrived with her daughter Lourdes. Lourdes was 10 and looked so much like her mother. Their relationship was even more alternative than most, as they were not only mother- daughter but master and slave. They had toned down their regular repertoire a great deal for this ceremony, as Catherine did not have the usual collar and leash on Lourdes that she usually did! However, Lourdes’s hair was in a long narrow braid, and Catherine was holding on to it like a leash, jerking her pretty daughters little head in the direction she wanted her to go… All the lovely women and girls took their seats and anticipation began to rise…the music started and there was a hush about the room… I took my position near the alter and waited for my bride to arrive. |