This story starts at the end, because sometimes that's more fun.

On Sunday morning, I woke up in a surprisingly good mood, it was going to be a good day. Wrapping myself in a short, silk dressing gown I make my way barefoot through my apartment, turning on my coffee machine and gazing out over the London skyline. Then I remember what I had been up to the night before and make my way to the spare room to see how much mess I left myself to tidy up.

There I find a pile of white clothes, heels discarded near the door, two dildos about 3 feet from the mirror and another attached to the mirror. The mirror itself has a very clear arse print, surrounding the dildo and lots of writing, in pale pink lipstick. Reading it back now, I feel shocked, guilty even.

There are two lists, one under my sisters name and another under mine, between the two it says "I want to see ... in a wedding dress." The first list reads:

1. Orgasm
2. Suck Cock
3. Eat pussy

The other list reads:

1. get gangbanged
2. be denied in bondage
3. dominated by (then the name of a redditor)

It felt so normal to write at the time, but in the cold light of a new day it seems filthy. I kinda love it though, reading it back got me really wet. As I go to clean it, my foot touches something on the floor, its the thong I wore. The thong my sister wore on her wedding day. I pick it up and caress the delicate material in my fingers, my other hand sliding into the opening of the dressing gown to touch my increasingly wet pussy.

I drop the thong on the floor between the two vertical dildos and get to my knees, my feet touching the mirror. The dildo on the glass is soon being caressed by my wet pussy as I slide back and forth over the tip of it. I bend down and pick up the thong in my teeth, tasting myself on the still damp material as I slide back down the dildo.

The moan is unavoidable, it's deep in my throat as the dildo fills my tight, wet pussy. I can feel my lips gripping it as I slide back again, letting it get almost all the way out before sliding back down. Back and forth I go, each time taking it further and further inside me until my arse touches the cold glass of the mirror once more.

I shudder as I take it full length inside me, without thinking I wrap my hands around the dildos on the floor, using them as hand holds as I start to fuck the dildo that's filling my pussy. It doesn't take much, five, maybe ten thrusts until I let out a squeal of satisfaction, My body explodes. My mind melts again and my pussy gushes on the rubber cock thats filling it.

What a perfect way to start Sunday morning. But how did I get here? It starts with a simple enough request:

I want you as the perfect slut bride. I want you wearing your sisters amazingly delicate, fully fashioned stockings and the matching set of bra thong and suspenders. White heels, Miss Benin from Christian Louboutin in white satin accompany the lingerie. Soft gloves will help you achieve that princess look and feel when you will put on the wedding dress together with tiara and the veil. Begin with the stockings...

Temptation, and a large margarita, really got the better of me. Within seconds I am wearing the stockings, stood with my pussy pressed to the mirror. He insists I call him master and tells me to put on the suspender belt and then the heels before parading around my apartment, fingers deep in my pussy. I complain it's so hard to walk like that, in those heels, so he tells me to crawl back to where I started.

He constantly refers to me as the slut bride, telling me to take the thong and put it in my mouth, then crawl to the window. This window faces out onto the London skyline, while it is visible to the public, its quite hard to see, unless you know exactly where to look. He orders me to dance as I slide the thong up my long legs, to my waiting, wet pussy. I feel it slide between my firm arse cheeks and gently cling to my wet lips as I pull it into place.

The he orders me to crawl to the mirror and lick my juices from it, before plugging myself with a large butt plug. It's a thoroughly filthy moment, tasting myself as I lick the glass clean...not that it really gets any cleaner. And the plug, it's so overwhelming. It takes a moment, lubing it, then pressing it against my tight hole, trying to relax and let it enter me, knowing just how incredible it will feel when it does.

But then, what he says next really shocks me...

Do you hear your sister on whispering in your ear how slutty you are?She's like a devil on your shoulder Can you hear how much she's enjoying pushing the plug in? She's constantly giggling She's even spanking your arse calling you a filthy slut To think you would use her precious white wedding dress and accessories because some stranger tells you to

Then I make a fatal mistake, I forget to call him master in my reply. His messages threw me, I don't fantasise about my sister, but he made it sound so erotic. As punishment he makes me remove the gorgeous heels and put on the wedding dress...but then he stops me. Instead I am to take a Rabbit vibrator and put it inside me. He asks me to fuck myself with it, randomly turning to off and on as I do.

I fuck myself for a few minutes before his next instruction arrives, put on the tiara and the veil, then attach a dildo to the mirror. He tells me to find a lipstick that matches the shade my sister wore on her wedding day, to imitate her hair and makeup and then the gloves and heels before returning to the mirror.

He has me write the words on the mirror, then deep throat the mirror, fucking it with my mouth, making the filthiest sounds possible. He asks me to spit on it, coating it in my saliva so its dripping wet, then to read out loud the writing in front of me, kissing each one to mark it as done.

He asks for two more dildos, one either side of the existing one. I am to spit on them, jerk them off with satin gloved hands and make them messy. Then to suck the middle one at the same time. He asks me to deep throat each one ten times, while jerking off the nearest one at the same time. Its hard, its messy and its so much fun!

I ask him for an orgasm, by this time I am a mess, both literally and figuratively. It's hard to type with, messy, gloved hands, it's hard to think and it's hard to move in the over the top dress. In his own words...

Press your lips on the floor and suck allll the filth you made off the floorI want you riding my cock. You will turn around and replace the rabbit with the larges of the three cocks waiting for you Get the two attached in front of you on the floor Push your ass up and head down. I will grab your hair and guide you to suck two cocks in front of you like they deserve to be suckedI want to see ass prints of the mirror, nothing else will do!

The orgasm rocks my body hard,. Filthy, demeaning build up always makes it so much more intense. But then, as I relax and start to slide off the dildo, another hits out of nowhere. This one is noisy, i'm taken totally by surprise, I completely lose all composure and self control as it takes over my body.

He instructs me to take the rabbit and use that to give myself a third orgasm as I pull the plug from my tight arse. What do you call it when you blow your mind twice? I have no idea, but that is what happened. As the orgasm fades, I drop the vibrator to the floor, leaving it there buzzing away as I gasp for breath, my arms and legs twitching.

I can barely move, I'm still in a voluminous wedding dress and absurd heels. I have no idea how I am going to get off the floor, let alone out of the outfit I am wearing and into my bed. Its late, I want to sleep. But I can't sleep here. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, my makeup a little smeared, the once-perfect half up hair do is all out of place and the dildo stands there, glistening in my juices.

I find myself staring at my reflection once more and thinking, Oh my God Abby, you're such a slut.