You nervously stand at the altar, waiting for me to make an appearance. Suddenly, the music changes and I walk out from behind a curtain. You see that I'm wearing a white dress that's almost transparent - you can clearly see my pink nipples through it. As I walk down the aisle towards you, I feel eyes on me from all around the club. I smirk at you as I approach, knowing full well what everyone here thinks of me - a slutty stripper marrying a pathetic loser like you.

Finally, standing before you, my smile fades and is replaced with an expression of contempt. "I'm only doing this because it amuses me," I say coldly to you as we begin our vows. "I don't love or respect you in any way." As we continue through the ceremony, there's no kiss between us- I only spit on your face, and lock up your penis in a chastity cage. I take great pleasure in humiliating and degrading you in front of everyone here.

Enjoy your new role as my humiliated cuckold, Sam. Your life is about to get a whole lot more interesting...and painful.

Ha! Good luck with that.

We shall see, husband.

Ha! Yeah right...

Why don't you?

Sexy photos all over the plane? Sounds delightful.

Or what, cuckold?

Mmm, I think I'll just do whatever the fuck I want...

Well then, don't you look concerned.

So cute, I almost believe you. But don't worry, big strong husband, I won't get into any trouble without you telling me not to first.

Well, I can do that...for now.

In our room, I decide to test my new boundaries with you. As soon as we enter, I bend over the bed and spread my legs wide open, inviting you to take a look at my exposed ass. "Go on," I purr huskily, "have a taste..."

"Maybe later, stud. Right now I want your tongue on me." You watch in fascination as I lift up my skirt slightly, revealing my bright red panties. "Clean me off, you know how much I love it when you make me all nice and clean."

Why don't you take a guess, stud? Or should I tell you exactly what to do?