Suki was full of trepidation. Of course she had given it some thought, a lot of thought. She was now twenty one, and was quite a latecomer for deflowering. Most women who were not deflowered by nineteen on the whole went on to live their lives chaste, becoming career women enjoying the security that it gave them. Suki had considered a chaste life, the statistics were brutal with only one woman in three surviving a deflowering, so a chaste life in many ways was an attractive option. But Suki had considered, and the thought of being steralised and sewn shut was not an option that her family would approve of. Twenty one was the limit for choice, she now had to choose the chaste life or deflowerment, and she had chosen to be deflowered.

Life on a south sea island can be quite special, and Batti is no exception where tradition trumps law and all islanders swear under pain of death to hold tradition above law, and also to keep the tradition secret.

Suki had plenty of suiters. There was no requirement to spend her life with whoever deflowered her, she could have someone experienced, someone who had succesfully deflowered several women, but Suki wanted to give that privelige to Kai, the man she would spend her life with however short it might be.

While a man can have plenty of practice, especially if attending a deflowering course for men, that is not an option for women. Women can only be deflowered once, and it has to be done in the ritual way if the penalty of death is to be avoided. Life on a small pacific island can be quite brutal, and Batti was probably the most brutal. Suki had plenty of deflowered women in her family dispensing advice, some of it contradictory, so she had to be firm and looked to her mother for the key advice.

As Suki sat in front of the mirror while her mother sewed her in to her deflowering dress Suki sipped at the water.

Suki’s mother reminded her. “Keep drinking, it does not matter if you drink too much you can always do a little wee.”

Suki sipped and looked in to the mirror at her dress. Kai had given her two thousand dollars for the dress and Suki’s mother had spent every cent on it. The dress was magical, so much fabric, embroidery, and adornment, but still see through in all the right places so Kai and the whole village would see her breasts and pussy. Suki new her mother would be so proud seeing her deflowered in such a dress.

As Suki took another sip she felt her bladder was uncomfortably full. The dress was too beautiful to just pee in it where she was sitting, but the dress had just one function, and when she had been deflowered it would have no further use, and not be fit for anything anyway.

Suki’s mother noticed Suki fidgiting. “Just pee a little, just do a little bit, it won’t soak all the way through. It’s your dress, enjoy it, feel comfortable.”

Suki took another sip, closed her eyes, and relaxed her bladder. There was a short hiss as Suki’s pee forced it’s way between her thighs before warming the fabric beneath her bottom.

“Good girl.” Said Suki’s mother, adding. “Just enough to relieve the pressure.”

Suki’s mum remembered her own deflowering day, and how releived she had felt when Suki’s grandmother had told her to wet herself a little as she hydrated. Suki’s mum reminiced at how warm it had felt and now relaxed her own bladder, letting her own pee run discreetly down her legs, knowing that the day was far too busy to spend time visiting the toilet as she warmed her thighs with her pee.

Suki’s mum remained standing in the puddle and sewed for another few minutes, and then she was finished.

Suki had hoped her mother would take a little longer, just delay things a little, but her mother was looking forward to the spectacle as much as everyone else, that is everyone apart from Kai and Suki. Suki took a last sip of water and was ready.

Suki had watched as over the last month Kai had built the deflowering room. It was quite the talk of the town towering on nine wooden columns over the lake. Kai had made quite a sum giving tours of the room, but nothing approaching the nearly nine thousand dollars he had spent on decorating it with the most sumptuous bed surrounded by beautiful hand woven carpets and hand painted wallpapers, and bespoke furniture. Apart from the bed none of the furniture was functional, all fur coat and no knickers, but it did look like it had just come from the versailles palace.

Suki’s cousin called. “He’s here, Kai is here!”

Suki’s mum spoke. “Now don’t forget what I told you...”

Suki cut her mum short. “I know mum, if I don’t know now it is too late. Let me relax and make my allure!”

Suki stood and felt her bottom with her hand. Her mum was right, the pee had not soaked all the way through and she still looked respectable, as respectable as possible with her breasts and pussy on show for all.

Suki stepped out of the dressing room to a great cheer. This was the first time anyone other than Suki or the dressmaking team had seen her dress, and it was spectacular, with far too much fabric to be able to walk unaided.