My wife and I were loving our BDSM play. My inner Dominant and her inner submissive were finally happy. The scenes had developed over time and the intimacy grew between us, bonding us more tightly together. We were more "one flesh" than ever before.
The dynamic had completed a part of our marriage we didn't know was missing. Even outside the bedroom, the D/s dynamic only served to enhance every part of our relationship.
We served each other's needs and both felt this new level of intimacy and closeness served to better illustrate the intimacy between Christ and His church.
My care for her was absolute, meticulous, and carried out from my deepest level of love. I respected her for the treasure she was. We discussed and explored our fantasies and while we fulfilled some, others would remain only a fantasy.
That being said, there was one fantasy in particular that neither of us could seem to lay aside. We both wanted to be a part of the larger BDSM community.
There was a local club that we researched extensively and finally met with to discuss the possibility of joining. The people were, as it turned out, a lot like us - regular people with a penchant for things kinky.
We attended the club as guests a few times and were hooked. The atmosphere was amazing and it was a place where we could just be ourselves in the company of likeminded people. There was no pressure to do anything. We both loved it, and even though we were not yet members, we felt at home.
Having decided to join, there were a few options. Being a monogamous couple, we opted to join by "getting married" in a formal ceremony at the club.
It was to be an exchange of our vows to each other and an open proclamation to all of our particular kinks by demonstrating them on stage. This was a big step.
We talked this through, and despite having an audience, the scene would just be us. Plans were made and the appointed day finally came. I left the house around noon so that some of the other subs could come and help her prepare.
She had bought a dress that she didn't want me to see until that night. I couldn't wait. I went ahead to the club where some of the other Doms were going to help me set the stage.
All that done and dressed in a tux, there was nothing to do but wait. Some of the other members started to trickle in and the atmosphere quickly grew into one of excitement and anticipation.
The time drew near and everyone began to take their seats. I took my place center stage, accompanied only by the club president, who would perform the initiation ceremony. All grew quiet as the doors opened and everyone stood and turned to see my bride. She was drop dead fucking gorgeous.
Accompanied on either side by appropriately dressed subs, she could've easily passed for a fetish model. Her wrists were locked in menacles and connected by a chain to a metal collar around her neck.
Her lips were covered in dark red lipstick. Her eyes were highlighted with dark smoky tones and her ears were adorned with golden chains.
Her dress, if you could call it that, was made of red and black lace and would've been considered obscene in any other venue. It's one thin strap fastened behind her neck, the material barely covered her nipples, and the neckline plunged to her navel.
The lacy hem was adorned with little golden chains and just barely covered her pussy. Her feet were bare and capped in a color that perfectly matched her lips.
The only sound heard as she walked down the aisle was the clinking of her chains and the murmurs of admiration from the onlookers. When the trio reached me, the other subs bowed and departed, leaving only her, me, and the club president center stage.
He began by welcoming everyone to our membership initiation and was met with quiet applause. Turning his attention to us, he said, "Tonight we welcome you to our club by public consummation and a display of your selected scene."
