"Oh my god, Jennifer! You look fabulous!"

She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps in her blue vinyl hobble dress. She had a matching heart-shaped cutout in her dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure was definitely accentuated by a corset. She seemed to be walking confidently in her matching blue heels.

Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt. She heard a faint buzzing noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come across Laura's face.

"Belt is in, I see," she said.

Laura nodded. "I practiced," she said.

Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that lasted an hour or two. "How many batteries did you go through?" she asked.

"A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.

Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit. "Hey! I had to make sure I had enough practice," Laura declared.

"You won't hear me objecting any," she said. "Vicki told me that belts like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except mother," she said.

"Is mother here yet?" Laura asked suddenly.

"If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.

Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath. "Does that mean that you..."

Jennifer nodded. "I've got one too. And the guys have something like it in too."

Laura rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm doing this," she said.

Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor. "I'm ready," said Vicki.

Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out of tight blue rubber. "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a wall, with the faintest of buzzing sounds being audible. There was an intense look of concentration, and a waggling of the hips. "Maybe I'm not ready."

"Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.

"That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back. "I doubh that you have a husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest hint of sexual excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"

"Ah, no. I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.

Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from Laura. She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few seconds with the slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the buzzing stopped.

There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor. The four women looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid approaching.

"Becky!" exclaimed Vicki. "You're finally here!"

The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's ouftit. She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings underneath. This outfit had only short sleeves, and extended down far enough to expose most of the top halves of her breasts. The waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative of a corset underneath. As she walked towards them, they heard a distinctive vibrating noise, but this time from the newcomer.

Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption. However, she did not seem to have Vicki's trouble with it. "You were able to practice when doing your chores," Vicki said.

"It certainly spiced things up," she replied. "Although Arnold was a bit frustrated by it at times."

There was the sound of music from outside. "All of the rest of the guests are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky. "Let's get this on the road!"

Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps in the hobble slip and ultra-high heels. Her belt had not buzzed once. Is it defective or something? she wondered.

She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was met by her husband, Henry. He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly.

Jennifer could not see any of the guests. However, she could see what the carpenters had done. They had constructed a solid wooden path from the double back doors, all the way out through the yard. Evidently, Richard had remembered that it would be impossible to walk in these heels on a dirt surface.

The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband slowly walk down the path. "Here's your boquet," said Mary.

"When are you going?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm just coordinating," she said. "Laura, you're next."

Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress. She had to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again. "I almost hate to do that, sometimes," she said.

The man who met her at the door was Collin. He was wearing a black and white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl. He was also walking a bit awkwardly.

Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it. The two of them walked through the doors, and down the aisle.

"Almost," said Mary. "It's almost time. Richard will be waiting for you at the altar.

Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a time. She looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging her dress behind her. "I'm here to carry the train," she said.

There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder. "That's four you," Mary said.

Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her boquet in both hands. The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down to less than a crawl. She found herself amazed that she could balance at all in the hobble slip and heels, especially with all of the bulky dress that she carried.

Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path. Then, she had a clear view of the wedding proceedings. There was a raised platform at the end of the path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very convincingly as a french maid, standing there, with book in hand.

Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an apparently normal tuxedo. Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one side, while Collin and Henry stood on the other.

Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests. Adam was there with the fiancee that she had never met. John was there with his wife, who Jennifer also had never met. The two men were dressed in leather tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore very tight leather hobble dresses.

Ben was there, as well. There were three women seated near him. Two of them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must have been his two live-in girlfriends. And seated next to him...

Her mother sat next to Ben. She was wearing a red rubber hobble dress that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor. Her heels were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at least five inches tall.

Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance. The look on her mother's face... could almost be classified as *envious*.

This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could. She gave the attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind her. There, Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with both hands, holding it at the level of her corsetted waist.

At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate gently.

The startlement almost made her fall. Jennifer managed to recover, and slowly work her way down the aisle.

Kegel exercises, she reminded herself. Between steps, she tried her best to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her crotch while staring straight foward.

Five times. Nothing

Ten times. Nothing.

Fifteen times. Nothing.

Twenty times. It started to buzz slightly faster now.

Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew nearer to the assembled guests.

Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive corner of her mind put in.

Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset. She clenched the boquet in her hands with a death grip, as he concentrated with every step that she took.

Richard! she wanted to say. You are a *sick* man!

Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate upon the task at hand. Oh god! How the heck am I going to make it?

She had to concentrate like she never had before. She noticed nothing else, not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even her mother's staring at her.

One step at a time...

She was now only six feet away from her spot. This translated to a couple dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to balance in seven inch heels. She could hear the rustle of her dress as she slowly inched forward.

Finally! She was there! As a reward for her achievement, the vibrators within her sped up incrementally.

Jennifer sighed in relief anyway. At least I don't have to try to walk anymore this way!

"Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from the french maid. "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am indeed certified to conduct legal weddings within the state."

There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as the buzzing continued within her. She saw out of the corner of her eye that her sister was intently concentrating herself. Vicki seemed to be struggling for air against her corset, and was fidgeting madly, especially with hip wriggles. Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't keeping up well with the demands of the vibrators within her.

"Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect. But they are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said Arnold as the vibrators within her sped up yet again.

"I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed event, and to celebrate their happiness with them. Therefore, I will keep this brief."

"Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"

"I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her hand.

Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet to take his hand. The buzzing inside of her reached the highest intensity that she had ever remembered experiencing. Oh, god!

Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle inside of her dress. "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"

"I... do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper. She did not trust her voice any more than that because she feared that she might start to moan.

Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring. "Repeat after me, Richard. With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on her finger.

Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged bursts. Oh my god. Right in front of everyone...

"You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.

Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back as he did so. Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him. She kissed him suddenly and deeply and held on for dear life as a massive orgasm swept through her body.