I stood there nervously in the front of the room, my family and friends nearby. I was dressed in my tux, boutonniere pinned to my lapel. A line of my groomsmen flanked me as organ music played in the sunlit church. I heard the pastor exclaim, "Everyone, stand," and the crowd stood up to witness Staci, my bride-to-be, being escorted arm in arm with her father. She never looked so beautiful in her life in that long, white satin gown. When they got to the altar, her father gave me a smile and pat on my back before I extended my elbow to take Staci's arm. As we turned towards the altar, the congregation sat in unison.
I knelt there, completely relaxed, in the center of the dimly candlelit room, encircled by other trainers and slaves of Miss Black, all standing in their black robes. I wore nothing. Standing behind me was my assigned trainer, Sasha, Miss Black's loyal assistant. An uneasy silence filled the room as I heard the telling sound the immediately aroused me echo through the empty space...click...click...click...with the sound of those high heels, all the other trainers and slaves knelt and bowed their heads as Miss Black strolled by wearing black thigh high boots, no panties, and a black leather dominatrix top with silver metal chains rattling in front revealing her jewelry adorned breasts. Her black hair was blown out like an 80's rock goddess. As she slowly stepped through the circle, she tightened the grip on the chain leash of her newest pet crawling slightly behind her naked and blindfolded, Staci, my fiancé'. She never looked so sexy. When she got to her throne, she seductively sat, a sly smirk from her red glossed lips, and unclipped Staci from her leash as she knelt there at guard, like a loyal Doberman, salivating at the excitement in air of the room. As Miss Black sat back, all the trainers instinctively stood in unison at attention, and removed their robes, exhibiting their tight naked bodies, and tagged collars.
"Let these rings be a symbol of their union. What God has made, let no man tear apart," the pastor said. Now, repeat after me...With this ring (With this ring), I thee wed (I thee wed). I promise to love, cherish and honor you (I promise to love, cherish and honor you); in sickness and in health (in sickness and in health); for richer or poorer (for richer or poorer); 'til death do us part ('til death do us part). You may kiss the bride."
I licked her wet lips as she sighed a deep exhale, her eyes closed, gripping me tighter as I tried to suck in as much of her as I could. She pushed her pussy against my tongue as her hand grabbed the back of my head to further push deeper and deeper. She writhed and squirmed more and more, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, until she climaxed. She let go of my head, and I pulled back into my erect kneeling position. "Mmmmmmmmm...you're words mean nothing to me- they're always forgettable. You're actions are the only thing that matter to me. You know what I expect."
I thought of my lessons. Miss Black comes first (when she was dressed as a teacher in the V.R. simulator). Always obey Miss Black (as a Queen). What I make, Miss Black will take (as a stripper). I am to always please Miss Black (as a Goddess). Always trust Miss Black (as herself)..
As Sasha stood behind me, Miss Black reached in a gift box sitting next to her. She opened it to disclose a different collar and tag. This one was wider, and the tag only said "Miss Black's."
"Now, go back down to my trainers and slaves. Welcome to our community of servant leadership." As I stood to turn back down to the center, I glimpsed Staci, stoic, motionless, completely unaware her fiancé just pleasured his boss in front of her. Even though it made me uneasy, the thought further aroused me.
I stood there, mindlessly shaking the hands of people I barely see and will unlikely see until the next wedding. The reception line took forever. They'd ask me questions I cared not to answer. What have I been up to...how's my job...I just wanted to get this done so I can get to the reception and ultimately to the honeymoon suite.
I kissed Sasha, Miss Black's juices still drooling off my own mouth; her tongue licking every ounce of it from my mouth and lips. She then stepped back, turned around and kissed the slave behind her in the same manner (John from accounting), and the trainer behind them (Liz, from Human resources) and so on, as I laid down in the middle of the circle. After kissing the slave, Sasha came back over and began sucking my nipple; then the slave behind her came over and he started kissing my other nipple; then the trainer came over and started straddling my head, pushing her pussy to my mouth; then I felt another begin sucking my cock...it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay there forever.
I felt like I was the only one in the room with my bride as we danced. Our bodies holding each other tight as we swayed back and forth, her face smiling up at me, as she teared up. "This is the happiest moment of my life." Everyone's eyes in the room focused on us, and I didn't care.
Feeling flesh and flesh, moaning, and arousal. Not caring who was touching who. Not caring what we were doing to each other. It was the most erotic feeling of my life. One by one, bringing each other to climax. Deep down though, there was only one person I thought of, and she was watching in amusement. When I finally exploded with excitement, Miss Black clasped the leash on her blindfolded pet, and slowly walked out the room, smiling at me as she strutted. As she walked by, she merely blew a kiss as she delicately yanked the leash, with Staci right at her heel.
"I can't wait to get out of here and into our room. I have such a surprise for you." Staci grabbed my thigh under the table as she sipped her last glass of champagne.
