Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1-7, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense.
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Chapter 8: Tying the knot, and epilogue
I think Autumn was always my favorite time in the South. The excitement of graduation and starting to work full-time was past. We'd survived another sticky hot summer, and now the cooler weather would likely stretch out through Thanksgiving and even, sometimes, Christmas, before turning ugly and gray in January or February. My mom and Jack's mom were already buzzing about like flies with wedding fever and even I was excited, although not always completely for the same reasons.
The rehearsal dinner had been fun the evening before. There were a few cousins in the lineup but several of the supporting cast were going to be our closest friends. DeeDee was going to be my maid of honor; we had become close (
really
close) in the months that followed the big "kidnapping/rape scene" with Jack and Rick. I couldn't forget that she had literally saved the day after the other big "scene" when I had found out that Jack had lied to me about Rick's involvement.
I had transferred to Jack's school in the spring semester of our junior year. Jack hadn't insisted, but I had really wanted to be closer to him, DeeDee, and Nicole. I got a part-time job too, with a publishing company, and Jack and I moved into an apartment together.
Rick himself was out of the picture now. I had never actually had to be with him in any physical way since that one incident in the Student Union where Jack and I almost came apart; I had strictly limited my contact to DeeDee. Nicole and I had both been concerned about what we felt was Rick's increasing brutality towards DeeDee. Then, the summer after our junior year, Rick was arrested for raping a girl in his hometown, and he was gone. We followed the trial, but it seemed an open-and-shut case. He had apparently allowed the line between consensual "scene" and non-consensual real life to get too blurred.
DeeDee was inconsolable at first, and after she came back to school that fall, she moved in with Jack and I. That was a wild few months. Jack enjoyed it, and I did too! Sex with DeeDee was fun, she had not been introduced to girl-girl stuff at all and so I guess it was like deflowering a virgin in a way. She learned things from us, and we learned a lot from her.
And, of course, we introduced her to Marguerite. Jack let us do that on our own, and I actually spent four days with DeeDee and Marguerite over a holiday. I learned about maid costumes and duties and strapons (oh yes) and got to experience a wide variety of punishment items and techniques.
Both DeeDee and I spent some time serving, hooded and gagged, as "Edwina," during visits by other guests. I learned that was Marguerite's blanket term for female clients, like "Edgar" was for males. And, of course I spent a lot of time on my knees with my tongue in Marguerite's sweet pussy, as did DeeDee.
After meeting DeeDee, Marguerite later introduced her to a young man she knew, somehow, through a client. This guy was a little older, out of college already, but seemed a good fit. Regrettably, DeeDee became less and less a part of our household and more a part of his, finally moving in with him when we graduated. We missed her, but we really liked Ham (Hamilton was his first name) and he was a good Dom for DeeDee.
Marguerite continued to be our "senior partner" and mentor, and a source of information and support as we gradually explored each other and developed our own relationship. I had actually invited her to be a bridesmaid but she demurred. She said she would gladly attend (both!) ceremonies, and agreed to officiate at the second, more private one, but did not want us to have to explain who she was in any great detail.
Nicole and Siller continued to be a steady pair, and Siller would be Jack's best man. They were not into the D/s scene at all, they had what we called a "vanilla" relationship (which sounded funny to us and them, since they were black) but they understood we were different and they never judged - nor did we judge them. We were open with them about our preferences and they often became our "sounding board" to avoid being in an echo chamber of our own devising. I still kind of hoped to be able to persuade both to participate in a physical relationship with Jack and I but so far that had not come about.
So as plans moved forward for Jack and I to "tie the knot," we were also simultaneously planning for a different sort of knot-tying ceremony that would be after the traditional one, and with a much more restricted guest list.
I pretty much adhered to my mother's desires for the wedding - I had a beautiful white lace-encrusted gown with a corset-style waist and puffy long sleeves, also decorated with lace, and a long veil that trailed behind me on the floor. A bustier underneath my gown would support white garter stockings, certainly not unusual for a wedding, and already understood to be a preference of mine by my mom and at least two of my bridesmaids (DeeDee and Nicole).
My "something old" was the white platform heels from Marguerite, that she had dressed me in on the first visit to her home when I was the "snow queen" to her "black Domme." "Something new" was a beautiful set of diamond earrings from my father, "something borrowed" was in the form of a brooch from one of my aunts, and "something blue" was supposed to be a garter, the one I would throw to the "single ladies" at the reception.
However, although I would be wearing the garter and would toss it as tradition demanded, I had another "something blue" requested by my Dom and husband/Master-to-be. Anal sex and anal training had continued to be a central part of our sex life, and Jack was determined I would walk down the aisle with an anal plug inserted, one set with a sapphire in the base.
Also, although my "dressing support crew" would see me wearing a darling little set of white panties over the garters when I dressed, DeeDee would cover me so those could be discreetly discarded before the ceremony began.
Everything went perfectly; the wedding was at our church and the whole affair was very dignified. Jack was in a gray tuxedo and he was indeed the most handsome man there. At the end of the ceremony, when we were introduced as "Jack and Jeannie [Jack's last name], Jack and I shared a little smile as we knew there was more to come. We had a wonderful simple reception in the backyard at my home and there was drinking, eating, dancing and making merry. I threw the garter to the single ladies, and Nicole demonstrated her athletic prowess and neatly caught it.
When I retired to my room briefly to change out of the wedding dress, Jack was there. He was determined, he had told me earlier, to "fuck the bride in her wedding dress." I laughed when I saw him waiting, I knew there would be people outside demanding my presence, but he was who he was and thank goodness that hadn't changed!
We kissed warmly and then he tossed me back onto the bed and flipped my gown up. There was so much gown I couldn't even see him, but I could certainly
feel
him as he buried his tongue in my pussy. He reached up with one hand and pushed gently on the butt plug I had inserted in the bathroom before emerging to begin the ceremony. He also tugged a little on each of the gold rings that were embedded in my left and right outer labia. It didn't take long, with him gently nudging the butt plug, pulling on the rings, and tonguing my bare pussy, to get my motor running. I'm not sure if he decided I was wet enough on his own, but when he heard me say "Fuck me Jack, fuck your slut!" I guess he figured that was a clue.
He had his tux pants open and underwear down in an instant, and a heartbeat after that his delicious cock was buried in my waiting pussy. He crushed his way over the hem of the gown until he uncovered me, like a lost skier in an avalanche of lace and crepe, and took my lips with his own, the sweet taste of my pussy still lingering in the kiss. We began to move together as one, his hips thrusting into mine as my ass lifted off the bed to meet them. The pace was getting faster, his thrusting was getting harder, and I knew he was about to come soon.
Suddenly something hit me, as if out of the blue. I didn't know why he or I hadn't thought of it before. I stopped moving, holding his shoulders up and looking into his eyes.
"Jack, Jack, stop for a second."
"What, why?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"I want to take you in my mouth, Jack, please."
"Baby I love that, but why this instant?" He asked, almost pleading.
"Because I want your first orgasm, the first seed you spill in me in our married life, I want it to be while I'm on my knees."
