Indian weddings have long since evolved past three-day or five-day grand celebrations they used to be. There were just too many marriages now. The rituals were cut short so that they could be finished in a few hours, and it was mostly performed with the woman. The man was released from the tedious commitment of sitting through all of it, and he only had to be there to tie the mangalsutra. The ceremonies had also been modified to include whatever show of submission the man expected from his woman.
On the day of our marriage, I arrived at the venue first. As I waited for her father to bring my bride, I looked over the preparations her father had made. It was a small but fancy banquet hall, well-decorated. A priest and a government official, along with some women from Ria's family and some of my friends were the only people present there.
Her father was quite prompt; I heard a car pull up. I went up to the altar and stood as everyone went silent in anticipation. Moments later the grand doors of the hall opened slowly.
Ria's father had packaged her wonderfully. Her entire body was bound in ropes, which specifically applied pressure around her ass and tits, enhancing them. Her hands were tied behind her back, but her legs were free, in order to let her walk down the aisle towards the altar. The ropes were covered in red ribbon, which were tied together in a large bow over the lock of her chastity belt. She had a ball gag in her mouth, and a collar and leash around her neck. As her father led her down the aisle by her leash, I could admire the effort he had put into gift wrapping her for me.
He reached the altar and helped Ria climb up, then handed her leash and key to me. I shook his hand warmly, smiling and nodding at each other. He took a seat and sighed, officially relieved of his duties as a father.
I held Ria by her waist and admired her for a few seconds, as the women of her family prepared her wedding saree in the background. I tugged on one end of the bow, and the ribbon unravelled and fell to the floor around her. I unlocked her chastity belt, removed her ball gag and untied her hands. Her torso remained bound though. The women cleared all the things off the floor and dressed her up quickly. She sat down with the priest at the fire to commence the rituals.
There were some religious men who preferred to go through the rituals with their brides, but I was not one of them. I spent a few hours drinking and talking with my friends. We had a grand lunch. They couldn't stay for long and left, so I spent the rest of the time playfully flirting and groping Ria's sisters, who had uncovered themselves since I had become family. Their father himself was quite drunk and didn't seem to mind. I wondered if I could bag myself another wife from this family, though it seemed I was already marrying the hottest daughter.
It took a long time for the rituals to finish. By the time it was done, it had become evening. As we arrived at the end of it, the priest called to me to tie the mangalsutra. I loved the look of it over her tits, and the low sound it made as she moved reminded me of a cow bell. We exchanged wedding rings, and the priest made to move on, but I had a few more gifts for my bride.
I was a rich man, and one of the ways rich men showed off their wealth was by adorning their trophy wives with jewelry. Ria would make for a great trophy wife to show off at parties, and this had also occurred before I accepted the match.
I gestured to her to get up and bend over. She did it immediately without question and I lifted her saree to reveal her ass.
"Spread your ass cheeks" I said, and she complied nervously.
I got out a buttplug studded with a diamond, shaped like a heart. I had resolved to take her ass tonight, and a 'wedding buttplug' would prepare her perfectly, in addition to being a great gift. After all, jewelry makes women giddy, and keeping his wife happy and healthy makes a man's job easier.
"Open your mouth", I said and got her to suck the buttplug, lubricating it all over with her spit. I caught a glimpse of the mix of happiness and fear on her face, happy for the gift of the beautiful buttplug and fearful of something pervading her asshole for the first time.
I put my tongue on her asshole as she held her cheeks apart, and pushed the tip of my tongue into it, and wriggled about it. I was confident about avoiding any shit doing this, because women were trained to give themselves enemas and keep assholes clean in case men ever feel like using them. I spit all over her asshole, and she moaned extremely loudly.
