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   This story is a part of a trilogy (One Week for Stefan Berg, A Perfect
Husband and Another Woman) which is about the young man Stefan, who is
forced into slavery by his cousin and his friends.  If you are underaged or
offended by the following, please don't read further.
   BDSM Bondage Discipline Humiliation Slavery Scat Wet Chastity Diapers
Infantilism Spanking Smothering Body Modification Blackmail Transgender
Forced sex And many more lovely fetishes and stuff!
   If you love it, enjoy!
   I, Mariette Sadine, own this story with its copyright (c).  Please don't
copy or publish it anywhere else without my permission.
   If you love or hate my stories, please email me at
mariettesadine@gmail.com and tell me what you think.  Or if you have
anything else to say.  I love to get emails but without sexual suggestions
if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
   If you want to be kind to me, send some similar stories to me or
pictures and illustrations showing the things inside my stories.
   Love you!
   Mariette
  
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   Chapter 8
   When morning dawned I awoke to the rain as it lashed the window in my
bedroom.  It was a heavy rain, torrential rain, so close you can call it,
but it really was one.  The sound of the drops rushed to the window subdued
all other sounds, creating a kind of solitude where I was in my pajamas.  I
felt hot and wassweating a bit.  Perhaps it was the feeling that made me
believe that I have woken up dry for the first time in several days. 
Memories of my childhood grew into life.  The times I have woken up in the
expectation that something would happen and the rain fell down over the
outside world.  Rain was predicted, a sense of awakening and something new.
That was what I hoped for when Nina came into the bedroom.  She looked
happy.  She smiled at me.  As she was a new Nina, far from the previous
evening when she was strangely absent.       "Good morning, Stefan," she
said cheerfully, and unlocked the roof of the bed.       "Mmmffghh," I
replied, but shut my mouth when I realized I had the pacifier in my mouth,
instead I waited for her to help me out of the crib.
   It was when she brought me up that courage died out.  That was when I
felt the wet dressing on my buttocks and I scurried silently to myself. 
     Nina carried me to the changing table and stuffed a hand in the
diaper.      "I don't understand why this happens," she said and began to
pull off my pajamas pants and diaper.       "Now it has been several days
and you still pee yourself.  It is not good.  But we're testing this for a
while so maybe it dissolves by itself," she muttered, and then she
lubricated my butt with lotion to prevent diaper rash and then the diaper
went on again.       "Today, I hope that something shows up on the post
office because tomorrow we are getting married," Nina said.  That was why
she was happy, I thought, while the lockable diaper pants went on and then
she took out a pink T-shirt labeled Tiny Boy.  I didn't have to wear the
romper.  The pacifier was removed and she stuffed in the pocket of her
denim shorts.       "Thanks," I said when the soother disappeared, and
breath was ultimate.       "Now we eat breakfast," she said and I followed
her into the kitchen.  Several boxes were open on the kitchen floor and she
had begun to pack the china.  But much remained on the sink.  Among other
things, the old inherited china with roses from my grandparents. 
     "What will you do with those plates?" I asked, pointing to the
inheritance.  Our old family china.        "Throw them away.  It is ugly
and I will buy new."       "But it's our old family china," I said and felt
a hopeless despair.  She couldn't do that.       "We can save it, but we
don't have to use it?" I suggested.  Nina shook my gruel bottle and came to
the kitchen table.       "It is not our china.  It is my china and I do
what I want with it.  If I want to throw it, I will do so and that's what I
intend to do.  It is ugly and worn.  New is better, Stefan," Nina said, and
thus the debate was over.  I thought I could hear the memories of the
dinners getting crushed against the steel container walls.  I took the
bottle and drank my gruel in silence while Nina had a cup of coffee and lit
a cigarette.       "Today you should learn to iron.  And tomorrow your new
life begins, Stefan.  Then we will marry and move to the apartment. 
Exciting, huh?" Nina said, and I was shocked.  How had she had time to plan
all this so quickly?  I didn't even know what time tomorrow the wedding
would take place."      "Moreover, I need to take care of some things and
that will take some time.  We have a lot to do before the wedding.  Do you
understand?  You will get to spend the whole morning to iron clothes.  Then
we pack the last of the boxes because the car will move early in the
morning and then things must be in boxes."      I nodded hopeless.  Now
came that feeling of resignation again I felt the previous evening under
Nina's feet.
        After breakfast, I followed Nina to the laundry room where she
showed me how I would pick down the laundry and which laundry that would be
ironed and not.  She brought it all to the living room where she set up an
ironing board and the iron was connected to the electrical outlet. 
     "Now we wait until it's hot.  It is important that you start with the
clothes that require lower temperature and then raise the heat on the iron
gradually.  Otherwise, everything will get burned and it will be noticed
and you will be punished," Nina said, when she was teaching me washing
instructions and ironing temperatures in the clothes and constantly
stressed the importance of remembering what she said because she was not
going to repeat it.  Future mistakes would be punished.  I just nodded and
tried to learn the noble art of ironing.  After a while she looked at the
clock on her mobile phone.       "I got to go now.  You get a couple of
hours to complete your task.  In the future, I expect it to go faster. 
When I return, you must be finished.  Then we have other things to do.  All
right?" she said, looking down at me as I stood at the ironing board. 
     "Sure, Nina," I replied and she slipped out into the hall and put on a
thin leather jacket before the door slammed and was locked.  So I was alone
again with a task I had to solve before she came home again.  Otherwise, I
would be punished and I didn't want that.  Even now, I felt exhausted and
also deceived and fooled by the documents she had me to sign.  So I started
thinking.  If I found them, maybe the problem could be out of the world. 
On the other hand, the money was already Nina's, as the house I was in and
that also was sold.  And she could not have been so stupid that she put the
documents somewhere where I could find them.  The idea died out, and
instead I dealt with the ironing, which must be completed.
        Just before I heard Nina's car turn into the driveway just over two
hours later, the pee ran into the diaper.  I had held it long to try to be
dry when she came home but could not manage that.  Maybe it was the gruels
fault.       The outer door opened and Nina walked in with a couple of bags
and a package she got from the post office.  A smile spread when she saw
me.      "Hi Stefan.  Did you make it?  Are you done with your task?" she
asked and put her things in the hall and took off her shoes and jacket. 
     "Yes, I'm done with the stask," I replied, pulling out the plug from
the wall socket so that the iron could cool down.  Everything was neatly in
the correct piles.  Nina came into the living room and inspected the
clothes.       "You have tried to fold, but not done quite right.  You will
learn how to do how I want it but you'll learn gradually.  Now we have
other things to do.  Go into the bathroom and I'll come shortly.  Is your
diaper dry?  " she asked.  I shook my head.       "But I kept it dry up
until now," I said and Nina shook her head and laughed.       "Yes, yes, I
believe what I want.  But soon, you should avoid wearing a diaper during
the day," she said and I walked up to the second floor and into the
bathroom, where I waited for Nina.  I heard her opening the package from
the mail, and soon she came up the stairs.       "It is surprise for you, I
ordered online.  The others may wait until after the wedding," she said
cryptically and took out a black square bag, about 20 times 20 centimeters.
It had a zipper.  On the outside was CB6000 printed with white letters.  I
looked at it skeptically.       "Is that what I think it is?" I said and
could not let my gaze from the bag she held in her hand.       "Yep.  Now
we'll open it and look at what it is," she said, opened the zipper and
began to pick out clear plastic parts with different shapes.  There were
also white plastic and a black padlock with golden letters, "master".  The
majority consisted of a transparent plastic shape resembling a penis. 
     Nina read the instruction manual, but seemed to already be familiar
with how it worked.  Quickly she unlocked my diaper pants and took off my
diaper, which she folded into a ball and threw on the floor.       "That we
take care of later.  Now we put this together.  From today you can go to
the bathroom as we adults do," Nina said.       "Even at night?" I asked,
hoping that it was over with diapers now.  But Nina shook her head and
looked troubled.       "I fear that you may have diaper at night until you
stop to pee yourself in your sleep.  But this may help in some way," she
said, and asked me to put my legs apart.       "Hold it now and I'll try
the right size ring," she muttered and began to draw a half plastic ring
under my scrotum.  Of pure joy I felt my penis began to stiffen.  It worked
all right.       "Is it big, let us stop that," Nina said, and smacked my
balls so I yelled out loud.       "Don't whimper but be just silent," she
said while tears gathered in my eyes and she drew something on the top of
the ring so that it sat tight around the scrotum and the upper part of the
penis.  Then she submitted three pins that were in the ring over the penis
and then lubricated in some kind of lubricant on my now slacken penis.  The
large plastic form was wrapped around my penis and fastened together with
the three plastic pins and then she fixed the lock, locked it and pulled
out the key.       "This one I will take care of," Nina said, and stuffed
the key in the bag with the rest of the things that belonged to what was
put on my penis.       "You can see it and pee, but not touch," Nina
laughed and disappeared out of the bathroom.  I looked down between my
legs. For the first time in a long time I could see my own dick, but was
locked in plastic at the moment.  I knew it.  Inside the plastic tube was
my penis but it was not possible to access.  At the bottom was a hole that
allowed me to be able to urinate without removing it.  First I tried to
pull the penis out but could not.  It didn't work either to deduct but it
sat there and was not possible to do much about it.  To my great joy, I
actually didn't have to wear a diaper during the day, I thought, and walked
out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen.
        "How sweet you are," Nina said as she sat at the kitchen table and
had a cup of coffee and lit a cigarette.       "It cannot take it off," I
said and looked down between my legs.  She laughed.       "No, you can't. I
decide when it is on and off.  So get used to it.  CB6000 is your friend,"
she said, blowing smoke from her lips and drank some coffee.       "Sit
down.  We have little to do but first I want to smoke and finish my coffee.
Then let's get started.  You should help me to pack the last of the
cartons. And help me to throw some stuff.  You will also need underwear and
a pair of shorts so you don't have to run around with that thing dangling
visible," she said, looking between my legs.  I sat down on a chair and
waited for her to drink her coffee and put out the cigarette.       After a
while she was finished and got up.       "Follow me and I'll arrange some
clothes for you," she said and I followed her upstairs.  Inside my bedroom
she opened the closet and took something out that looked very much like
girl's panties.  She held up a pair of pink panties.       "Here, put these
on then you should get a pair of trousers," she said and threw the panties
on the floor in front of my feet.  Why would I have to use girl panties?  I
wanted my usual underwear.       "I don't want those.  I'd like my
underpants.  I'm a guy, Nina," I said and looked down on the floor where
the pink panties were.       "Put them on, or I have to force you to wear
them," Nina sighed.  I did as she said.  Better than the diaper and romper,
I thought, and pulled them up over my legs.  Then she took out a short
skirt.       "And this is good," she said.  "The shirt you can keep on,"
she went on and came over to me.       "A skirt," I said with disgust, but
she ignored me and gave it to me.  Reluctantly, I took the short skirt that
went halfway down my thighs.  It covered, however, the chastity belt and it
seemed that it was not there.       "Perfect.  Now let's get started," Nina
chirped and took my hand.  Then she pulled me down to the kitchen and
pointed at the china.       "That goes into the container," she said and I
could not but do as she said, how much it hurt inside to discard the fine
old family china.  While Nina packed everything in the kitchen in boxes, I
went out in the summer heat.  The idea of explore myself in front of my
neighbors was not very interesting.  Instead I kept myself hidden under the
cover of shrubs and trees when I went out to the container and saw memories
crushed against the walls of the container.  There was furniture, old
clothes from my parents and everything else that was full of memories but
that Nina chose to discard.  For it was hers.  Legally hers.  I took
nothing of it, I realized, and sighed, before I went in again.       "Sure
it's nice outside.  It has stopped raining.  Maybe we can go out a little
bit later, or sit down on the balcony one last time before we leave the
house tomorrow morning.  Because after lunch tomorrow, you are married to
me," Nina said as she taped up a box and wiped the sweat from her face.
        The whole afternoon I helped Nina to throw things that she didn't
want to keep as she packed things that would be delivered to the new
apartment in cardboard boxes.  I felt like an errand boy when I went in and
out with things and when evening approached, the container was full and the
house basically empty.  Before dinner, I needed to go to the bathroom and
went into the bathroom to pee.  I stood in front of the toilet but realized
when the pee came that it poured down on the floor so I have to sit on the
toilet.  My panties felt cool against my skin, even if they were for girls
and the skirt made it occasionally waft between the legs so that I didn't
sweat as much.  But it still seemed degrading to mince around the house and
especially in the garden wearing this.  But anyway, I was glad to escape
the hot and sweaty as the diaper stuck and I could go to the toilet as
usual.
        Then the evening came.  As the sun sank over our neighborhood and
the house was packed in cartons, in addition to my bedroom and the bed in
Nina's room.  I would miss the house but there was no reason to be sorry. I
mourned instead.  When I drank gruel and Nina a cup of tea on the sofa in
the living room, it was time for bed.  At least for me.       "It is time
to sleep," Nina said, and brought up and started the computer.       "Why
can't I join you?  After all, it's the last night in the house?" I asked.
But Nina looked sternly at me.       "It's a long day tomorrow so it's best
for you to go to bed.  We are getting up early," she said and took my hand
and pulled me up from the sofa.       "Tomorrow, we are married and a whole
new wonderful life begins," Nina said tired when she brought me to my
bedroom.       "You can keep the chastity belt on at night but we have to
use the diaper so you don't wet the bed the last thing you do before we
move and go to the wedding," she said, and forced me up on the changing
table.  I didn'think to protest.  She was right.  To soak the bed would
just ask for a lot of problems, and I accepted when she strapped the diaper
on me.  This time I had to wear panties instead of diaper pants and in some
strange way I felt free in all cases.  Before Nina helped me into bed, she
kissed me on the cheek.       "Now we sleep a bit," she said, closed the
roof on the bed and locked it.  Then she turned off the light and
disappeared out of the room and shut my door.  It was dark and silent.  I
lay and thought about what would happen the following day.  Getting married
would be something you did once in a lifetime.  It was about love.  Maybe I
felt some kind of love for Nina, despite what she did to me.  On the other
hand, I had no choice but to say yes.  Perhaps she would get tired of this
game one day and we would be equal. .  That was what I hoped for.  And so I
looked forward to the wedding night.  Maybe she would remove this chastity
belt and have sex with me.  The chances were small but she had probably
also needs?  So I realized that I had not received an orgasm on
indefinitely.  Just been milked, as Marianne called it.  So I fell asleep.
A tension was growing in my body for the day to come.  And a slight pain in
my stomach...
        Early the next morning, when the sun barely found its way up over
the roofs, Nina woke me up.       "Good morning.  Time to get up," she
said. A dressing gown hid her body but nothing else.       She unlocked the
roof and helped me out of bed and stuffed a hand in the diaper.       "Hmmm
...  wet.  But perhaps it will be all right," she said simply, and carried
me away to the changing table.       "The last time I take off the diaper
in this house," she said while I was sulking over that I have not managed
to keep me dry during the night.  She pulled off my wet diaper and then
felt the chastity belt stretching and hurt.       "It hurts," I said and
Nina looked at it.       "Could be because your little one would be big but
is hampered by the protection," she said.  "It will strain for a while",
she simply said.  The pain in the scrotum was not so much to do about
because I could not remove the chastity belt myself.
        "I've prepared a bottle of gruel for you.  Drink it and then come
up in the bathroom," she ordered and I obeyed.  In just the pink panties, I
went down to the kitchen and discovered that everything was neatly in boxes
and on the table I found the gruel bottle.  I drank up the contents and
hurried into the bathroom.  Nina was there, naked and waiting for me.  My
member in the chastity belt began to grow again but the pain put an end to
that.  Why did it hurt?  It stretched and pulled and I grimaced. 
     "Jump in the tub and we'll take a shower," she said, and I climbed
down into the bathtub and Nina followed and stood beside me.  Her body was
close and I could touch it, but dared not.  The water started to spray and
Nina directed the beam over my body.       "Stand still and touch me.  Yoo
should not touch your wife before the wedding night, or how," she joked as
she showered me and gave me a bottle with a sweet-scented shower shampoo.
Was it hers?       "So, shampoo yourself while I shower by myself," she
said and I obeyed as I considered her muscular body that was so close to
me. Then it went quickly.  She washed my body and used additional jets in
and around the chastity belt which was now not tightened as much.  For each
time my penis became hard as it hurt and the chastity belt got it quickly
to fold again.  Then she shampooed herself and showered her hair and body
and we were finished.       "Today you should be dressed.  The new suit we
bought, you have to wear all day.  But you will have to wear a pair of
panties.  They are more comfortable than pants, isn't it," Nina said, while
she wiped herself with a large bath towel and then gave it to me.  I did
wipe me afterwards.       "Sorry but there was only one bath towel.  Will
be less to pack then," she thought, and I smelled like a woman afterwards
but it was not so much to do about it.       "The clothes are hanging in
the closet in your room.  The rest is packed in suit cases," she said and I
went to the bedroom and found a pair of pink socks, the black suit, pink
panties and a white shirt.  That was what I had to wear when I became
Nina's husband.  It felt so wrong.  Why did she force me to have girl
panties when I was a boy.  And pink socks, I had never used such but that
was what was in the closet so I put my clothes obediently on.
        A moment later Nina came into the bedroom.  She stood with her
hands on her hips and looked at me, dressed only in the bathrobe. 
     "What a nice man, I will soon have" she said and smiled.       "But
something is missing.  A tie," she said and took out a black tie from her
pocket and placed it around my neck and pulled.  It buckled, but it would
of course fit.       "There you go.  Ready to get married," she said,
clapping her hands with delight when she looked at me.       "Stay here and
wait until I come back," she said and I obeyed as she disappeared from the
room and closed the door behind her.  I went to the window and looked out
over the area I grew up in but which I would now leave.  Would soon be just
memories remain of what was my childhood.  Perhaps I would never come back
here and see everything again.       I sat up on the changing table and
waited for Nina to come.  And I waited long and patiently.  Looked around
the room and thought about what to expect.  What would happen in just a few
hours.  I didn't even know what time I would get married.  I realized I
knew nothing.  Would we go on a honeymoon?  Should we go directly to Nina's
apartment, whose place I would live in?
        After half an hour, Nina came in and I was amazed by what I saw. 
She was possibly even taller now with a pair of white high heels,
pantyhose, a white long dress with lace and white bra, which showed more
than it needed.  Yet she was beautiful.  And sexy.  In her hand she had a
wedding bouquet and a box.  A black box, which I suspect contained our
rings.  Under normal circumstances, it was the man who had them.  But not
in our relationship.       "Come now, Stefan so we can go and get married,"
she said simply and reached out her free hand.  I took it and we went
downstairs and put our shoes on.  For the last time in this house. 
     "Say goodbye to the house and say hi to our new life," Nina chirped in
my ear before we opened the door.  Down the street a black limousine was
waiting for us.  The first time I was even close to one.       "Come on
now," Nina said, and pulled me away to the car.  The neighbors, those who
were out this morning, looked at us as long as the driver opened the door.
It was only when I saw who the driver was.  Her name was Marianne but
looked more like a man with her black suit and hat.       I had to take
place in the car first and then Nina and Marianne shut the heavy door
behind us.
        Nobody said anything when the car began to roll.  I looked out of
the window and noticed how everyone turned around when we went down the
street and then on the main routes into the town.  Suddenly I wondered
where we were going, but how would a bridegroom to the bride ask about
where they would get married.  I suddenly felt very small, not only
physically, where I sat in the armchair in the limo and reached up to her
chest.  Even mentally.  I understood nothing of what was about to happen.
     "How does it feel?  Are you excited?" Nina asked, turning my head
towards her.  I nodded and returned her sparkling eyes.       "Nothing to
be excited for.  Just float by and enjoy.  For then I take over," Nina
whispered and giggled a bit.       In the inner mirror, I saw Marianne
grinning.  The woman who raped me in what apparently was my bachelor party.
        Inside the town was crowded as usual, but Marianne drove safely
through the traffic and then stopped in front of city hall.  We were not
going to get married in a church.  It was a civil wedding.  And I realized
then that it was merely a legal wedding.  But what could I do?  Would I run
away now, and lose everything?       Marianne got out and walked around to
open for us and Nina almost ripped me out of the car.       "Come on, hurry
up.  We have a wedding to go to," she said and took my hand.  I felt like a
child, but she gave in and pushed me hard until it hurt and I went with
her. A group of tourists turned around when we went up on the city hall
steps.  They pointed and laughed some.  Probably it was because of the
length difference.  Nina was 30 cm taller than I and now she looked even
taller in heels.  I barely reached up to her chest and was embarrassed but
was forced to follow her.  She pulled me through a corridor and into a room
where there was an inscription in gold with the text wedding.  There we
went.
        The room was not big but a row of chairs were set and where Nina's
parents were sitting, who lit up when we arrived.  There was also Sara and
Beppo.  Beppo giggled when he saw us, but Sara smacked his lap and he tried
to look serious.  Nina's mother beamed of happiness and so did her father.
     At the front of a desk sat an elderly man who stood up when we came in
and greeted us.  Nina and I introduced ourselves and then waited for him to
begin.       "Welcome to the wedding.  I will not hold any long speech but
I must say something about love," he began, and then talked about the need
to always love each other and be faithful to each other.  He told a little
story about how he met his wife and hoped that we would love each other as
much as they did.  And Nina nodded happily.  When he finished talking he
looked at us and asked us to stand against each other.       "Do you have
the rings?" He asked, and Nina opened the box and gave me the rings. 
     "Excellent.  Then we get started," he said.  I felt my legs were
trembling.  For some reason I could not understand, I was nervous.  The
older man talked.       "Do you take, Stefan Oskar Bergman, this Nina
Chatarina Lager, to be your lawful wedded wife, to love in sickness and in
health until death do you part?" Submissive, I saw up on the woman who
would become my wife for the rest of my life but that was more my husband.
     "Yes," I replied, looking down while Nina giggled.  From now on I had
to follow her rules.  The wedding organizer continued.       "Do you take,
Nina Chatarina Lager, this Stefan Oskar Bergman, to be your lawful wedded
husband, to love in sickness and in health until death do you part?" Nina
didn't hesitate.  Because she knew what to expect.  What would be hers. 
     "Yes, I do," she replied, smiling happily.  Then we exchanged rings.
     "Now you can kiss the bride," the man said and I froze.  I did not
know what to do.  But Nina bent down and our lips almost met when she put a
finger between but none of the others saw.  And I didn't kiss her yet.  At
least her finger.  And the act was over.
        Sara and Beppo congratulated us and Sara looked at me and smiled.
     "You are now an obedient man," she whispered so no one else heard. 
And I realized that from now on I was considered as a subject to my wife.
And my courage sank.  They photographed us when I was standing next to
Nina, and so did Nina's parents.  Afterwards, they came and congratulated
us and hugged us.  Her mother looked at me.       "I never thought you two
would find each other in this way but it is beautiful.  It's nice.  For me,
it will be of course a link to your mother.  " I nodded and smiled.  Her
father didn't say much but wished us luck and said they were going on a
trip but would try to catch on us when we returned from our honeymoon. 
Travel, yes.  I didn't know anything about it either.
        When the others left the ceremony room Nina took my hand and looked
at me.       "From now on, I expect that you follow what is written in the
contract.  Otherwise, I have to educate you and hope I have to avoid that,"
she said.       "Yes, I promise you, Nina," I replied, and was suddenly met
by a slap on the cheek.  No one was left in the room and had the
opportunity to witness what happened.  But I felt the pain, all right. 
     "And from now on, please respond Mrs.," she said then and I nodded. 
     "Yes, Mrs.," I said and Nina giggled.       "Good.  Then we go to the
photographer and then home to our new apartment.  In the morning we go on
our honeymoon!  Fun, huh!" she chirped and dragged me through the corridors
on the courthouse steps, where her parents, Sara and Beppo stood and threw
rice at us.  Inside I cried of humiliation that Nina inflicted on me but I
tried to smile and look happy.  We waved to the witnesses when Marianne
opened the car door and I stepped inside first and then Nina. 
     "Congratulations you are newlyweds," Marianne said happily and shut
the door and took her place in the front.  Then the car rolled away and
Nina smiled at me.       "Isn't it wonderful!" She said and poured two
glasses of champagne from a bottle Marianne opened while we were at the
ceremony.  I got a glass and we drank.       "For a wonderful marriage,"
Nina said, and I nodded.       "Cheers, Mrs.," I replied and then, both
Nina and Marianne laughed.  And embarrassment grew in my face.       "He
has already begun to learn," Marianne commented from the driver's seat and
looked in the mirror at us.       "Yes, and better and better he becomes.
Yesterday, he got his chastity belt" Nina said, and then I opened my mouth
to protest-out against her intimate revelations, but a large hand was
clamped over my face.  The ring on my wife's finger pressed on my upper lip
and I struggled to get her hand off while Nina chattered.       "He will
learn how little his cock really means to me.  There are bigger dicks to
get so I probably don't need his," Nina said, while I struggled to get rid
of her palm and Marianne laughed.       "His scrotum contents can of course
be emptied anyway," said Marianne and Nina nodded.       "You have taught
me a part that I will be working on," Nina said, and I looked at her. 
     "And you just be quiet," she said to me, and I was silent.  The hand
was removed, and when we turned in front of a dilapidated office building
Nina became eager to get out of the car.       "Now we are in front of the
photographer.  Behave yourself," Nina said, when she more or less dragged
me out of the car and away against a door.  Above there was an old sign,"
Master Photographer".
        It seemed that Nina knew the young man who met us when we came into
the studio.      "Hi Nina!  And congratulations on your wedding day.  Was
it a pleasant wedding?" He asked as he kissed Nina on the cheek and then
looked at me.       "It was unforgettable," Nina said, looking happy. 
     "Hi, my name is Tobias and I'm the photographer," he said to me and
held out his hand.  I took it and said hi.       "Stefan", I presented
myself as, and he showed us into a small room with bright light and a
chair.       "Hmmm ..." Tobias said, staring at me, "the question is how we
do.  Under normal circumstances, the woman is standing behind the man but
it will probably be a bit crazy because you are so tall," he said and then
looked at Nina.       "Maybe he can sit on my lap," suggested Nina and
Tobias laughed.       "Uh, it will be an unusual picture," he hesitated. 
     "But is it a problem, then," Nina asked.  Tobias shook his head. 
     "No, just different.  We can try," he said, and Nina took me over to
the chair and sat down and pulled me up on her thighs so that I was sitting
with my back to Nina's breasts.  I dared not protest, even if the whole
situation seemed odd.  It was, after all, the picture that we would have
been put on a wall at home.  What would others who saw it think?  Tobias
grinned as he stood behind the camera.       "Sit still and smile now," he
said and I tried to smile when lightning exploded around us.  He took some
pictures and then looked up.       "Can't you try to sit at one of Nina's
legs," Tobias asked and I hesitated.  It would feel very childish, but Nina
picked me up a bit and took away her leg so that it landed next to me and
suddenly I was sitting on her right thigh and she held me.       "I have to
hold you tight so you don't fall," she whispered in my ear while Tobias
took some pictures.       I didn't want to get along with this and tried to
get away, but Nina stuck my arms.       "Let me go.  I want to get
dofffgghhhh,"I complained when she put her other hand over my mouth from
behind while Nina smiled and the camera continued to take pictures.  Tobias
laughed and continued to take photos for a moment while I fought in Nina's
grip.  I was embarrassed but could not do anything.  When he finished his
work, he looked enormously satisfied and talked to Nina.       "This is
perfect.  I will send some pictures to you within a week," he said, and
could hardly keep from laughing when he looked at me.  Probably, as I was
quite red in the face.       "Wonderful, Tobias.  I look forward to it. 
Tomorrow we go on honeymoon and will be back in a week so don't be in a
hurry," Nina chirped and took my hand.       "Thank you very much.  We keep
in touch then," Nina said, when we went to the door and Tobias waved at us.
        We left the studio and went out to the car where Marianne was
waiting.       "Were there any pictures?" She asked as she opened the door
and let me and Nina.  Nina laughed.       "Fuck.  Stefan could not sit
still so I got to hold him but it'll be a perfect memorable photo to put on
our wall at home," Nina said, and smiled at me.  I was surly and said
nothing at all.  When we arrived at the huge high-rise building, I felt
daunted but hoped that some of the images could be used, even though I was
sitting in my wife's lap on the wedding photo.       "Thanks for the ride,"
Nina said, when Marianne opened for us and I nodded to Marianne, but dared
not say anything.  It would have been too embarrassing if Nina silenced me
publicly in front of our new home.       "Of course.  I am happy again. 
Have fun on the trip now," Marianne wished us luck and the car disappeared
while Nina took my hand again and pulled me away to the house and then we
walked over the marble floor.  The same man who we met the first time stood
behind the desk and lit up when he saw us.       "So it's Mrs.  Berg now,"
he said and looked at us and then an extra time on me.       "Mr and Mrs.
Lager, if I may ask," Nina said, before we went over to the elevators.  It
was then I reacted to the name.       "What Lager," I said before she laid
her hand over my mouth as she pressed the elevator button. 
     "Congratulations," I heard the man shouting behind us before we
stepped into the elevator and my wife let my mouth so I could breathe
normally.       "Shut your mouth shut if I have not given you permission to
speak," she hissed.  "From now on, your name is Lager and nothing else. 
Your old name is dead," she said and I felt tears behind my eyes.  This was
not what I had expected.  Normally the wife used to take her husband's name
but apparently not in this relationship.  And I sobbed, but when Nina
looked sternly at me, I kept quiet.
  
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