In a femdom family marriage is very important. It gives stability and commitment to both the woman and the man. Typically there is a Registry Office wedding with a few guests so that it is acknowledged by the State followed some time later by a larger more femdom affair.
The man takes the wife's name in the Scandinavian style. Toby's name is Mr Toby Sarahsboy. This shows to whom he belongs.
I wore a simple white dress, that reached above my knee, on the day. The witnesses were our mothers and there were ten friends as guests, all women. Toby promised "to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish and to obey, till death us do part." He wore a grey suit with a white shirt with no tie. He looked cute and he made his vows kneeling at my feet.
After the simple ceremony we went to a local restaurant for a meal. This was quite noisy and I had great fun talking to my girlfriends. Toby was attentive and made sure I was happy.
We went home after about two hours and Toby was allowed to take his chastity device off and kiss and lick my pussy until we both fell asleep. It was very sexy and I think Toby enjoyed it too, although I admit I didn't ask him.
Next morning I locked Toby in his chastity device and we showered, had breakfast and went to our work. I was so busy that I hardly had time to have lunch but I made some useful contacts in Singapore. I thought about Toby as I drove home and how fortunate I was to be married to such a hunky guy.
The femdom marriage ceremony took place in the spacious garden of an old friend, Rachel. I wore an A line wedding dress with a lace tulle short sleeve detail which was backless. Toby wore the same grey suit he wore before with a pink bow tie. The ceremony was conducted by a femdom pastor who guided us through the vows. I stood throughout whilst Toby knelt by my side.
The vows were based on my promising to be as faithful as I wanted to be, to look after Toby and only punish him with due cause, Toby promised to be faithful and to obey and worship me and to be happy, respectful and in awe of me. The one hundred invited guests applauded loudly as we went to sign the femdom register of marriages. Then the party started. There were no speeches, just jollity, drink and good food. About half way through the evening Toby went to the guest bedroom provided by Rachel in her very large house. I told him to stay there until I was ready to join him. I continued to party for a further two hours. As folk began to leave and say their goodbyes I went up to our bridal suite to be with my darling Toby.
When I got to the room Toby was sitting on a couch watching TV. He got up quickly and curtsied. I gave him the key and told him to take his chastity device off. He helped me out of my dress and I took my bra and panties off as he stripped down to his beautiful, tanned and muscular body. I felt so in need of him and so we kissed and consummated our marriage in loud, passionate style.
The next morning we had breakfast with Rachel and her family and thanked her profusely for her hospitality. She is an old friend and it was wonderful to be in her garden for our wedding.
The following Monday we were at Heathrow Airport boarding a flight to the Gynarchy. It is a small Arabic Republic where men are second class and do not have any civic rights and where women are in control. It is a wonderful destination for a femdom honeymoon. As the taxi took us from Gynarchy City International Airport I noticed that there were very few men on the street without a female with them. In fact the Police do random stops of men on their own to check if they have the correct permit signed by a responsible female that allows them such liberty. All the other cars were driven by women and all the Police were women.
We got to the five star hotel and I booked us in. I had to show that I had a visa that included a man and that confirmed that i was responsible for him. They gave Toby a bright yellow button badge which would stop anyone stopping him and checking if he was a free man or not. This could happen even if he was with me as he doesn't look like an Arab man born in the Gynarchy.
We had a wonderful holiday, lots of drink, dancing, sightseeing and swimming in the swimming pool. When we went to shops I let Toby go into the male creche to blow off some steam whilst I shopped for clothes and for shoes. In the creche there is usually a soft ball pit, some swings and a man-size dolls house to play in. There is pop music playing as well as some nursery rhyme songs. Toby had so much fun, and didn't get under my feet.
In fact these creches are all over the Gynarchy. They are usually by the front door of shops, cinemas, theatres, swimming pools, golf clubs and so on.
When we went to the Museum of Gynarchy History I went into the main museum which had exhibits showing the struggle involved in establishing a free state for women. There were some interesting signs from before the Gynarchy such as "Men Only Golf Club" and "No women allowed in the swimming pool". Fascinating to see what life was like for women when men were in charge.
