There were only a few friends at the wedding. Family just would not have understood. The bride got all the attention. Not only was Shawna beautiful -- she had walked down the aisle with her gloved hands cuffed behind her. She was also deliriously happy. Her bridal veil covered her face, and her white wedding dress was a touch on the modern side - low cut in front to show some cleavage, and the hem settled just above her knees. She had meticulously shaved her legs the night before, and they were supple and smooth. Her bare ankles had leather cuffs around them, though they were not bound together. Right now, it was symbolic.
Yes, it was an unconventional wedding, and she had participated in writing the script for the ceremony. It was replete with phrases about her willing and joyful submission.
Her new husband lifted her veil and saw a very happy and proud woman. Her straight dark hair nicely framed her face and she had tastefully applied lipstick. Her shining eyes conveyed trust and surrender. He drew near, and she slightly puckered her lips. Her insides quaked when their lips touched. He pressed in, and the nonverbal message that he conveyed was that consummation was near. It was what she had been waiting for.
They immediately retreated to the reception. They were both eager to have the reception over with. She wanted to experience her new plateau of submission that he had promised.
Her eagerness stemmed from events several months earlier. Shawna had always been a submissive, with fantasies of being disciplined. Playful spanking with her boyfriend led to heavier things, and when he got her over his lap one time and paddled her hard, her body language (as well as the way she kicked her legs and wiggled) told him that this was likely to be a regular part of their relationship. She recalled the stratospheric orgasm she attained when he first placed his mouth on her brunette pussy after a hard paddling, and how she begged for more.
He was also unusual in another way. He refrained from vaginal intercourse, telling her that he would do that when they were married, but not before. It was, to him, a dominance thing. Neither of them were virgins - he at 29 years old, and she at 27, had both had several past lovers. They did engage in sex play - there was no doubt in Shawna's mind of his virility when his cock erupted in her mouth and she swallowed pulse after pulse of hot semen. She had begged him to fuck her, and had come close to breaking down his will to refrain on a few occasions. Her delectable pussy, framed by shapely hips and willowy smooth legs, almost got him to plunge inside her. But at the last minute he brought his will to the fore, and instead turned her over and severely leathered her backside with a strap.
She kept begging him to fuck her, and he kept refusing. Finally, he suggested marriage and she happily accepted.
The bondage became more intense. Many times he tied her spread-eagled on the bed and drove her half crazy with his mouth on her pussy. This was inevitably followed by a spurting ejaculation in her mouth or all over her breasts. He loved seeing her lips close around his meaty erection, and her eyes - those excited eyes always brought him off sooner than he wanted.
She readily agreed to his ideas of a "bondage wedding", where she would be bound as much as practicable during the ceremony and reception. About two weeks prior to the ceremony, he told her that on their wedding night she would be whipped before the consummation. He also told her how he was going to take her: "After you've been whipped, you'll be tied down on the bed. I'm going to savagely fuck you until I'm spent. I'll grasp your hips with my hands and open your pussy. Then I'm going to plunge inside you and have my way with you. You should make sure you're ready to accommodate me like that. Also, I want Jennifer to give you enemas that day until you're completely clean."
Jennifer was a mutual friend, and the woman that Shawna selected as her maid of honor.
The wedding reception also was unconventional by usual standards. Shawna's dress had been pulled down to her waist to expose her breasts; her hands were bound behind her, and the blonde Jennifer helped her eat by feeding her small portions from a fork. When it was time to cut the cake, it was placed in front of Shawna and she clumsily made the first cut by holding the knife handle in her mouth. After they had some cake, the new bridegroom smeared some frosting on Shawna's nipples, causing her to be the center of attention for the remainder of the reception, which she greatly enjoyed.
As the reception wound down, Jennifer recalled with a smile her administering Shawna's enemas that morning. She got explicit directions from Shawna's boyfriend about the number of enemas (two), the nozzle (use a douche nozzle), lubricant (he furnished the lubricant), temperature of the water (100 degrees exactly), and length of retention (5 to 10 minutes). Jennifer almost giggled aloud when she remembered the various faces that Shawna made when receiving the enemas and struggling to hold them. She didn't know exactly why he insisted that she give Shawna the enemas instead of instructing the bride-to-be to give them to herself.
As the reception ended, Jennifer quietly slipped away and performed her next task. About an hour later Shawna and her new husband arrived at the secluded house about 20 miles outside the city limits. The guest house was owned by a woman who was into the bondage scene, and she rented it out for events such as these. The door was unlocked, and Jennifer welcomed them in. Her eyes showed the excitement that the three of them felt.
Shawna's arousal from anticipating the forthcoming consummation resulted in very damp panties. Her husband maintained a stiff erection all the way over to the house.
They entered the spacious bedroom. The large sturdy bed was outfitted with heavy posts at the corners. There were rings and hooks spaced regularly across the ceiling. In one corner of the room was a box with ropes, cords, binding straps, and chains of varying lengths.
"Okay, ladies," the groom said, "It's time for the festivities to begin. Jennifer, please remove all your clothes. Then I want you to get Shawna naked except for her bridal veil."
While the two ladies were occupied, he removed all his clothes. A sturdy erection sprang from his midsection. His raven-haired bride stood before the bed, and her friend Jennifer was by her side. He stared at Jennifer's blonde pussy, then at his bride's naked form.
"Shawna, you are so very beautiful. It's all I can do to resist taking you right now."
She blushed.
"Jennifer, please bind her wrists in a crossed position and stand her halfway between the foot of the bed and the wall, facing me. I'd like her arms raised over her head and secured that way. Have her keep her bridal veil."
He lay on the bed, propped up on several pillows, and watched as Jennifer prepared Shawna. His erection hardened as he took in the arousing spectacle of a beautiful nude and dominant blonde preparing a new submissive bride to be whipped.
Shawna, herself aroused, almost did not feel some of her profuse natural lubricant escape from her pussy and trickle down her legs.
She presented a delectable sight - nude but for her veil covering her face, and her bound wrists high above her head.
"Now, Jennifer, I want you to whip her between her waist and her knees with the three-thonged martinet."
Jennifer, her vagina now tingling with arousal, fetched the instrument of discipline. She returned holding a beautifully crafted whip. She grasped it by the polished eight inch wooden handle from which emerged three leather strands about eighteen inches each. She walked behind Shawna and positioned herself so that the martinet would cover the maximum area.
The naked and aroused groom nodded to Jennifer. She smiled slightly, drew the whip back, and with her gaze focused on Shawna's buttocks, swung the whip forward and followed through until it had completely swiped across the bound bride's buttocks.
Shawna jerked her midsection forward and threw her head back.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhhh!"
Jennifer waited a few seconds and snapped the martinet across the upper part of Shawna's buttocks.
"Aaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhh!" she yelled and twisted in her restraints. She vigorously kicked her legs and pumped her hips in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.
The striating martinet again swiped across her backside. She yelled louder and kicked vigorously as the cumulative stripes demanded her attention.
Jennifer kept whipping. She pressed her lips firmly together as she got into her role. Shawna begged her new husband to make it stop. She twisted. She kicked. She danced. She bucked. He kept watching, and Jennifer kept whipping.
Finally, he held his hand up, and Jennifer stopped.
A few whip marks were visible from the front where the tails of the martinet had wrapped around Shawna's waist. Her husband got up, went over to her and inserted a finger into her pussy. She gasped, and then squirmed as he worked it around inside her. When he pulled out, his finger was thickly coated with her natural feminine juices. He smeared some on her nipples and then kissed and nibbled on them until the pleasure from it almost overcame the pain from Jennifer's whip.
After a few moments of this, he arranged two pillows in the center of the bed, and asked Jennifer to help get Shawna positioned. The blonde bridesmaid released the restraints, and they led Shawna to the bed. She lay face up, and the pillows under her hips accentuated her attractive midsection. She willingly spread her legs, and her own natural lubricant glistened on her labia. Jennifer tied the bride's wrists well apart, and did the same to her spread ankles.
Jennifer stepped back and stood silently, watching. The feverishly aroused bridegroom climbed on the bed between his bride's spread legs. His meaty erection seeped pre-cum. Her nakedness was accentuated by the bridal veil over her face. Her excited eyes were open wide, and she displayed an aroused smile of anticipation.
He gently lifted the bottom of the veil and exposed his bride's sensuous mouth. His hands went to her hips. He spread the captive bride's labia apart and, resisting for a moment his urge to go ahead and enter her, gazed at the glistening womanhood that longed to receive him.
