Bondage Wedding

This is the story of my bondage wedding.

If you did not look too closely, it might look like a normal wedding. The room looked like that of a church where there was an altar in the front with pews to either side of a wide isle. No cross was behind the altar but that is not unknown among some churches.

Behind the altar stood a man in robes complete with a priest's collar. Behind him, to either side, were my maids of honor. Mostly normal in appearance, although in almost scandalously low cut gowns for a church. They were also dressed in all blood red. In front of the altar stood the groom in a traditional black tuxedo. In the seats sat our best friends, those friends whom were also involved in this lifestyle. Similarly to the maids of honor, the only thing one might notice is that the women were in lower cut gowns than one might expect for a church.

If you did not look at me closely, you might also not notice anything unusual either. I wore a beautiful wedding gown, even lower cut than the dresses of the others in the wedding party but it was still obviously a white wedding gown. Lace gloves covered my hands. I wore a half veil in my blond hair which left my face uncovered. I had a professional work on my makeup before the wedding and it was absolutely perfect.

A second look at me however would make it clear that not all was normal. One of the most obvious details was a large white ball gag in my mouth. It was large enough that my jaw hurt slightly. Around my neck glistened a solid metal collar with a lock. There was a ring in the front where a leash was attached to, held by my husband's best man. Around my wrists, over my lace gloves, I wore heavy manacles with a short chain between them. Similarly my ankles had heavy manacles although with a slightly longer chain. Still, the chain prevented me from making any but the shortest steps. Making it even harder was that I was wearing five inch stiletto heels. I could feel the weight of the metal collar and manacle. While not obvious, I also had the largest anal plug that I could fit into my asshole.

The music began playing and the best man began pulling on the leash, bringing it taut. After a few moment he began slowly began pulling me forward. The best I could do is hobble towards the altar as he pulled, teetering on my heels. He was careful to make sure that he did not pull hard enough for me to fall but I still found myself stumbling as he pulled me along to the altar.

It seemed to take forever but eventually he brought me to the altar with the groom beside me. It took a moment for me to fully regain my balance. The man in the priest robe asked the groom, "Do you Stephen, take Molly to be your lawfully wedded slave wife, to dominate and control."

This wedding scene was actually my idea but my husband approved it whole heartedly. Even the words were with my input. We had already had the public wedding for my family the day before but this wedding was for us as well as our friends whom were into the bondage scene. My family just would not understand. Bondage had been something I have enjoyed since being a young woman, since I had seen it illicitly in some porn I had gotten a hold of. Always enjoyed playing the role of submissive although in truth my new husband and I considered each other to be equals in our day to day lives and had always shared our responsibilities at the home. As well we always used safe words when we involved in bondage and submission.

Stephen answered, "I do."

The man in the priest robes, actually our good friend Doug, turned towards me and continued in a commanding voice, "You, Molly, are Stephen's slave wife. You will follow all commands and serve him faithfully in all things. You will take punishments to correct you when you are misbehaving." He simply waited for several moments, as if letting the news sink in.

"Do have the ring?" asked Doug. With that, Daniel, one of my best friends actually but acting as the ring bearer for my husband presented the ring to him. My husband grabbed my manacled hands and pulled them up to around chest level. Holding my left hand with my right hand dangling from it, Stephen slid the ring on my finger. Engraved on the ring was the word "slave."

"I now pronounce you master and slave wive. You may now take your bride."The best man, another of our best friends, handed my husband the leash as if passing ownership over to my husband. Pulling up on the leash, my husband forced my head up. With that, Stephen pulled me close and kissed me over the ball gag. I shivered slightly at that with my whole body being aroused.

After the forced kiss, Stephen pulled downward on the leash, forcing me onto my knees, I ended up face to face his crotch. He unzipped his fly, his erect popping out from the zipper. "Slave, you are not to speak. You are to give me a blow job and show your devotion to your new husband," he instructed me in a commanding voice.

Valerie, one of my bridesmaids, came around behind me and unbuckled the ball gag. Stephen gave me no real chance to speak even if I wanted to. Before I could react, my husband grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my mouth against his penis, forcing his manhood deep down my throat. Over the time we had been together, I had gotten pretty good at not gagging when he pushed his cock down my throat. A moment later her pulled my head back out although his penis still filled my mouth. He began a rhythm where he would push his manhood down my throat followed by pulling it back out a moment later. I could feel his manhood pulse and then suddenly he exploded. Cum filled my throat and dripped from my lips as he pulled his penis from my mouth.

Kneeling back down, Valerie locked the ball gag back into my mouth. It felt like she might have buckled it on even tighter than before. Having had it off for a few minutes, I could feel my jaw begin hurting again. Valerie was even more wicked than that, pulling on my lower lip so that I started drooling even more than I had before.

Stephen pulled the leash, making me stand up again. "It is time to take my new slave bride to the to the wedding chamber," he told the others in the faux church. He lead me off, seeming to pull me slightly harder than the best man had, but still careful so that I would not fall.

Out of the fake chapel, Stephen helped me sit down in a private alcove, closing the black curtains after us. He then helped me sit on a low stool. It was not easy to sit down with the manacles around my wrists and ankles restricting my movement. The anal plug was not particularly comfortable sitting down either.

He then gently pulled off the ball gag, far more gently than Valerie had. Gave me a napkin to clean up the drool from the ball gag. After wiping off my mouth and chin, I spend several moments working my jaw after the strain of the hard rubber ball.

Stephen asks, concern in his voice, "Molly, are you alright?"

"Yes," I responded in a whisper, "Likely best to take just a few minutes before we continue activities though." He offered me a bottle of water with a straw which I drank from greedily.

"Do we need to remove the manacles," he asks.

"No, I think I am okay. Would take too long to take them off and then put them back on again," I replied. Still I moved my arms and legs as much as I could with the manacles on my limbs. Wanted to get as much of the kinks out of my limbs as possible.

Safety was an important part of bondage and submission. It would not be good if someone actually got hurt during the sessions. Because I was the submissive one, I would likely be the one to get hurt as well. I had not been seriously injured in the past but had gotten minor scrapes and bruises.

After a few minutes I nodded my head and answered, "Ready." Stephen put the ball gag back into my mouth although he buckled it less tightly than Valerie had a few minutes before. He then grabbed the leash to pull me to my fate. It was not like I was unwilling and it was a fate that I was longed for. My body ached with the need to be fucked hard.

The room he lead me to looked almost like a fancy bedroom suite, almost but not quite medieval in its appearance. On the floor were thick white carpeting. There was a fireplace in one corner with a fire burning in it. The centerpiece of the room was a large four poster bed with white curtains around the bed partially drawn closed and even a canopy over the top of the bed.

Of course, as with the church, everything was as if first seemed. There were heavy rings on each of the bed's posters with chains attached to each of them. Chains that I would soon be attached to. While I could not see them, I also knew that there were others observing the consummation ceremony. I knew most of the wedding party, minus those who were involved in their own activities, were watching.

Stephen pushed me onto the bed with his hand pushing my head down into the mattress. The way he held me, my ass remained up in the air.

"You will stay in that position," Stephen commanded me. I could then hear the metallic rattling of one of a chains behind me. He then first unlocked one side of the chain between my ankles and attached a new chain to it. He followed this with my other ankle. Lost in the moment, I cannot tell you which one he did first. He spread my legs slightly apart but not really wide. The new chain was so that he could get better access to my pussy.

Hearing more metallic rattling, I felt him lock one ankle to one of chains on the bed's rear posters and then the other ankle to the other rear chain, pulling them tight each time. Once both were attached, the chains both prevented me from opening my legs any wider or closing them.

There was no real respite. He unlocked one wrist and then reattached the same wrist to one of the front chains attached to a posters on the bed, pulling it tight. This was followed by the other wrist, attaching it to the other chain and pulling it tight as well. Once chained up, I could barely move.

To prevent me from being able to possibility lower my ass, he put a leather strap under my belly just in front of my hips, pulling it tight as well, making so that I could not lower my ass even if I wanted to. While the chains were attached low on the bed poster, the strap was attached much higher.

Stephen pulled my dress up, along with my petticoats, up above my hips. My ass, complete with the butt plug, was visible to anyone watching. I had worn garters with my stockings but decided against any underwear. I pretty much had kept my pussy balled since becoming an adult but I had freshly shaved it just before the wedding ceremony. As such, my husband could see my arousal.

"You seem to be enjoying this too much, slave," Stephen stated, "I think you need to be punished. A good spanking is what I think you need." With that, he began paddling my bare ass with his hand. He kept slapping my butt until I could feel it start to really sting. I don't think it was quite raw but would likely hurt tomorrow to sit down.

After he stopped my spanking, it seemed like I just laid there, suspended by the leather strap. It felt like hours but might have only been a few moments. There was the touch of my husband's hands on my pussy, gently massaging it. To be blunt, I wanted more than his fingers, I wanted his dick shoved deep inside but I was willing to wait. Not as if I could do much anyway. Still it felt good as he further aroused me and it was not like I had not already been aroused before this.

I could then feel his breath on my pussy. A few moments more, I could feel his tongue on my clitorus. As before, I felt a little disappointed that it was not his dick but the agony of waiting has is own pleasure. His tongue kept working little circles on my clitoris, getting me hotter and hotter, closer to orgasm. If he kept going much longer, I knew I would climax from his tongue.

He seemed to sense that I was getting close to an orgasm so stopped and appears to take a step back. I was waiting with anticipation when I felt the tip of his penis in my pussy. There was a pause for just a moment and then he slammed his cock into my pussy. It was not gentle as he withdrew his penis and slammed it back into me again. Over and over again he did this. For what it is worth, I did not want him to be gentle. Even so, I found myself mewling through the ballgag as he pounded my pussy over and over again. Suddenly my whole body climaxed around his cock. Felt like everything was on fire and I could barely breath.

My husband continued pounding into me even after I climaxed, just as relentlessly as before. Still it was not long before he came as well. I could feel him fountain inside of me and as he pulled his dick from my folds, I could feel his cum dripping from my pussy lips.

Stephen was not quite done however. I was left to lay in that position for a while however. He would need a few minutes to become hard once again. When I felt him pull the anal plug from my ass, I knew what would be next. Not as if it would be much of a surprise anyway. Next was felt a finger in my asshole followed by something that felt wet, lubing it for what was next.

There was a slight pause before his dick entered my asshole. At least it felt like his penis was even larger than the butt plug that had been in my ass just a few minutes before. Even though this was far from the first time, the size of his penis meant that it hurt. He was not gentle, pushing deep into me without any more delay. I let out a moan through my ball gag as he slammed into me. He withdrew his penis followed by pounding back into my ass with just as much force as the first time. As with my pussy, he kept fucking my asshole hard. I loved it but yet also wanted to beg for mercy. I felt him spasm inside of me for the third time, pulling out with the dripping cum from my ass joining the cum which was still dripping from my pussy.

I was allowed to lay there for a few minutes and then I could feel Stephen's hands on the strap holding the ball gag. He released it, pulling the rubber ball from my mouth. He asked, "Are you okay?"

After gulping some air, I responded, "I am okay. A little weak. Damn, that was intense." Found myself smiling a little as well even though I was pretty tired by now.

A few moments later, he unlocked the chain on my wrist. I was still had manacles around my wrists but at least could rub them. It took longer for him to release my legs but they were also free a few minutes later. I tried to stand up from the bed but my legs betrayed me and felt myself slipping. Stephen caught me before I could actually fall however.

With Stephen helping me stand, I began walking from the room. I felt like I was half staggering but I managed to limp from the room.