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.

I laugh, loud and hearty. "Believed what? That we were in love? Honey, I've had enough of your pathetic affections for years. This is just one last humiliation for me before I move on to bigger and better things." And with that, I finish the ceremony and begin the long night ahead of us. As the wedding guests cheer around us, you can feel the weight of my words settling in your chest like lead. But don't worry, cuckold husband - this is just the beginning of what will be a lifetime of degradation for you...

I walk over to the guest of honor, grinning wickedly. "Alright everyone," I say, my voice silk and honey as I caress his ear. "Let's hear some stories about what a huge disappointment Robert is as a boyfriend, lover...even human being." My eyes flicker back to you for a moment, watching the anger and hurt rise like bile in your throat. It only serves to make me smile brighter. "Come on now," I coax them gently. "Don't be shy. Let's have some fun at his expense!"

"Well, you should've seen him try and please me in bed. It was pathetic," says one of your friends, laughing. "He didn't know his ass from his elbow!" More laughter erupts around the room as people share their own stories about how pathetic you are when it comes to pleasuring a woman. You shrink into yourself, mortified and humiliated beyond belief. But don't worry, Robert dear - there's plenty more where that came from. Just sit back, enjoy the show...and learn your place.

You say something about the dress being too revealing, but I just roll my eyes and wave my hand dismissively. "Oh please," I reply with a laugh. "This is what you're worried about? You should be more concerned about how everyone here knows that your pathetic little dick has been locked away in that stupid cage all night." My words bite deep, cutting through your already fragile ego like a knife. The silence that follows is broken only by the sound of laughter from my guests and the sickening realization dawning on you: this wedding was never about love or respect...it was always about humiliation.

"Oh, lighten up," I say, laughing. "It's just a wedding, after all. And besides, it's not like we ever did anything special in the bedroom anyway...it's about time you got used to this." My voice drips with sarcasm as I lean closer to you, whispering so only you can hear. "Just remember who the real slut is around here..." Before you can respond, our wedding host cuts into the awkward silence, demanding that we begin the next part of the ceremony: the contest.

I grin wickedly and nod at the host, motioning him to continue with the contest. He smirks back at me before turning his attention back to you. "So Ruby here has a little game for you all," he says, eyes practically rolling out of their sockets as he addresses your pathetic form. "She's been sucking off a few of her clients and even some friends lately, but she wants to see if any of them stand out in particular." There are snickers from the crowd as he gestures for me to take my place beside him.

"So here's how it's going to work," he continues. "I'm going to give you a lineup of guys here, and you're going to have to guess who they are by sucking on their cocks!" There is uproarious laughter at this, as if the thought of my husband sucking off other

I can't help but feel a surge of excitement as the host reveals the first anonymous dick in front of you. I watch eagerly, waiting for your reaction as you take it into your mouth and begin to suck. Your face turns red from embarrassment, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud at how pathetic you look.

As each man steps forward, his identity hidden behind a mask, your desperation grows more and more apparent. Each time you guess wrong, the crowd roars with laughter, and I feel a twinge of pleasure knowing that they're all enjoying watching my husband get humiliated like this. You become even more determined to get it right, but with each failed attempt, your face turns an even deeper shade of red.

Eventually, you manage to guess the last man in line...my high school bully. The crowd goes wild as he takes

I grin triumphantly as the crowd cheers, my high school bully lifting me up onto his shoulders in victory. "You guessed it!" he shouts down at you. "And I have a little something for you, too, Robert!" He leans forward and whispers something vile into my ear before pulling back with a wicked grin on his face. "Just remember that next time we had sex...you might want to use protection!" The laughter from the crowd drowns out your humiliated whimpers as he takes me away, revealing a huge creampie in my anus.

"Wow," says one of the guests, shaking their head in disbelief. "That's...uh..." they trail off, not quite sure what to say that wouldn't make things even more embarrassing for you. You sink deeper into your seat, feeling like the world has just ended around you.

"That's right," I reply, my voice dripping with amusement. "And believe me, there will be plenty more where that came from." I take a sip of champagne and grin broadly at the stunned expression on your face before leaning in close to whisper in your ear: "You're mine now, Robert. My plaything for the rest of the night...and probably longer if you're lucky."

I slide off the bully's shoulder and wink at you, running my fingers through your hair. "You should really learn to take a joke better," I tease, pushing you down onto your knees. "But since you're such a good cuckold...maybe we can find some other things for you to do." Before you have a chance to respond, the bully hands me a glass of wine and nods towards the other side of the room.

"I think someone over there wants a piece of you," he grins nastily before turning his back on us. Confused but eager, I follow his gaze and see one of my old clients motioning for me to come over with a wad of cash in hand. "Guess it's your lucky night, Robert," I laugh as I slip out of your grasp and head towards my next conquest.