Jennings had promised he would provide Sheila Tourant a special treatment on her wedding day right after she donned her wedding dress. She had also requested that her Maid of Honor be present to either watch or participate.
Sheila, if you recall, is a part-time actress who in into S&M in a big way.
Jennings recalled Shelia's request as he parked his SUV in a space at the home of the groom, a man he'd met once and immediately proclaimed a fag to Sheila, who denied it, but did not protest the statement any further.
"I want you to use me and make me your whore while I'm wearing my wedding dress."
"What did you have in mind for the big day?"
"Everything!" she replied, "Fuck me. Use me. Make me lick your asshole."
"Everything?" he'd said.
"I've been thinking about that a lot lately; me in my little white wedding dress, on my knees in some bathroom with my tongue up your ass and Tiger fucking me from behind."
Jennings was not alone in the SUV, when he arrived; he was accompanied by a sleek, oriental woman wearing a black skin-tight Lycra body suit, with crimson Lycra gloves on her hands.
He wore a well tailored dark blue-striped suit, and with his clean shaven head, looked very much like Bruce Willis - only more muscular. He was early, that being part of the plan, and an expectant Shelia greeted him wearing a lovely summer dress.
"Sheila, this is Greta, she will assist me in dominating you."
"Hello, Greta, it's a pleasure to meet you," Sheila said managing to control her surprise at seeing the Lycra-clad woman getting out of the vehicle with Jennings.
"Jennings, I had thought...."
"Tiger had another commitment," Jennings said with a sardonic grin. "As a matter of fact, he's on his way to Myanmar; it seems they have a pair of tiger cubs we can use. He does send his regrets, and wants you to know that it was a difficult decision for him to make. But you do realize the cubs represent our livelihood. He wants you to know that he will make it up to you when he returns... if you're up to it."
Sheila nodded, seeming to want to protest, but thought better of it.
Greta smiled at Sheila, but didn't offer her hand.
"Greta has a great deal of experience in this," Jennings said, assuring Sheila of her capabilities.
"Oh?" Sheila replied, unable to hide her disappointment at Tiger's failure to show up for her pre-wedding pleasures.
"Yes, we've known each other a while," Greta added, realizing their hostess was uncomfortable at both Tiger's absence, and the fact that she was a woman.
"Why don't we go inside," Shelia said, not wanting the other women to be seen by any early arrivals since her attire was certain to draw unwanted attention.
"By all means," Greta said agreeably, "We need to attend to some details."
Once inside Sheila offered them something to drink and all three ended up with glasses of wine.
"So," said Shelia, after sitting down. "How will this work?"
"I have one question. Do you still want this?" Jennings asked bluntly.
Sheila found she was holding her breath. Finally, "Well, yes, I do."
"You won't be the prettiest bride when we're through."
Embarrassed, Sheila shrugged and attempted a small smile. "I want you to leave me enough time to do a special makeup... I have it all planned."
She took a breath and held it, waiting for his response. She saw him move his eyes away from her, as though he were considering something. He looked back.
"I don't think your face... will be as photographable when I'm done with you."
"It really doesn't matter," she said finally breathing again. "Where would you whip me?" She's finding it difficult to breathe.
Jennings found her question acceptable for what he had planned. "There won't be any whipping, but I will smack you around so there will be bruises, probably plenty of them.
"Will there be deep bruises between my legs?" her fantasy fragment shifts to an image of lying on the floor with her legs tied apart. She never can seem to completely imagine what he has in mind before he does things to her, or makes her do them, and she sometimes wonders how he thinks them up.
"Your inner thighs are really tender and they'll bruise up nicely so your husband to be can see what you like in the way of rough sex. How do you expect to explain them away?"
"That's none of your business," she snapped.
His cold smile sent a shudder through Sheila as he said; "I suppose you could have a three week headache. I might help you with that."
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean that," she said contritely. "My hus..."
"I know who you mean. Say it, I don't mind."
"My ... soon to be husband likes to have sex with me, and he likes the light on."
"And you like him to do it, too, don't you?"
Sheila starts to deny it but becomes tongue-tied and not finding the words, sputters another denial.
Jennings laughs and kisses her. "Don't be such a dope. I don't mind if you like him. You might as well enjoy your wifely duties. Anyway, you could just have a three-week headache."
They kiss and suck on each other's lips. He ran his finger-tips lightly over her stomach, giving her goose bumps. Sheila responded by tickling the shaft of his penis and his balls.
All this talk is exciting Sheila It is going somewhere, too, and most of her wants to find out where.
Jennings massaged his penis until a drop of precum oozed out of its tip. With a small smile, he squeezed a drop onto his fingers and rubbed it onto her lower lip. Sheila's tongue snaked out and with a half moan, licked the small fluid from her lip.
"Good," Jennings said, and holding her head still with one large hand, told her to open her mouth. Sheila did as she was told and he spat a long string of saliva from his mouth into hers. Sheila made sure she caught all of it and then with a loud gulp, swallowed.
"We may use some long dowels to smack your tits about. They'd bounce all over the place when I hit them. Your tits are nice and firm, not like those flour bags most big breasted women have."
"Ohhhh," she moaned at the thought of either Jennings or Greta smacking her breasts.
I'd hit you slowly, one hit every minute or so, on the minute, so you'd know just when it was coming and would have plenty of time to experience each one. Anticipation is everything when it comes to games like this."
Sheila gets that shivery feeling in her belly that comes whenever she's about to be subjected to the kinds of pain that Jennings specializes in; the kind of pain that Sheila lives for.
"You seem to be getting hot, are you, Sheila?" Greta asks, speaking for the first time in quite a while.
"Yes," Sheila replied, "I am getting hot." But she was thinking that he had gotten her highly aroused on other occasions only to walk out on her and her needs. Was this one of those times? The image of herself with her breasts marked and swaying while she tried vainly to avoid the blows, is one that provides her with an exquisite thrill.
"You'd really beat my breasts, darling?"
"My sweet, simple bitch, they're slapping magnets! Anyone would want to. Don't get me started. They should be battered until they're bruised and lumpy and a little bloody. Then I'd pump them while I fucked you."
