Over the previous week, Alicia and I had discussed our wedding night plans in detail. We were only to have Friday night and Saturday night, so we wanted to make sure that we made the best of them.
The night before our wedding, we had exchanged, but not opened, wedding night gifts. Then, we had decided that one night would be "mine", and one night would be "hers."
This night, Friday night, would be mine. "Just promise me one thing, Mistress," I said when we were discussing it. "Promise me that you will still be in total control. I still want a good, hard spanking."
"Don't worry," Alicia said. "I'll burn your ass up if that's what you want."
As we drove down I-40 towards Wilmington, we talked, held hands, listened to music. I sometimes was surprised at how conventional we looked and acted to everyone, yet how profoundly different our relationship was from the so-called "norm."
I was very happy to be Alicia's slave. And, the role of dominant mistress suited her. She was my physical and emotional superior, and I was comfortable with that. We had managed to strike the proper balance between my submission to her, and my managing to keep my ego intact. It was because Alicia, being the insightful person she was, had never publicly humiliated me. She had never sought to break my spirit. I was dominated and punished, but my humiliations were private, for her eyes alone. Alicia knew just how much pressure to apply, and when to let off. It was through her domination of me that I finally began to feel "free." Alicia fulfilled a craving in me that allowed me the freedom to love her and submit to her. And that is what I wanted, anyway.
For Alicia's part, I think that she had been hurt before. I don't know how many times she had been in love before, but I suspect it hadn't been many. Maybe my unconditional love and submission to her will were what she needed to finally feel love. In any case, we were, I believed, a perfect match for each other.
The sun was going down. From Chapel Hill to Sunset Beach takes nearly four hours to drive. We had left our apartment at about two-thirty. We had about another hour to drive, and the sun was already low in the sky. It was going to be a cold, blustery night, but we would be warm in our rented house.
"I'm getting anxious to get there," I said.
"Me, too," she said, smiling at me.
"Tonight is my night, right?" I asked.
"Yes, Phillip, tonight is your night. Do you know what you want to do?"
"Yes, pretty much. But I want you in control, as always. I need it."
Alicia stroked and squeezed my thigh. "Yes, darling, I know you do. Don't worry, I know what to do."
It seemed like forever, but we finally crossed the famous pontoon bridge between the mainland and the island on which Sunset Beach is situated. When we got to the house, it was completely dark and cold, but we turned on the lights, and I started a fire in the fireplace. I unloaded the car, locked it, and came into the house. It was already starting to warm up.
I prepared a light meal, and we ate in our wedding clothes by candle and firelight. I could hardly keep my eyes off Alicia. She positively glowed. Her cheeks were flushed slightly, and not just from the chablis we were drinking. Her beautiful coppery red hair was very becoming, put up like Kathy had done it. Her skin was flawless, creamy white and slightly freckled through the opening in the front of her dress. I could also see and appreciate the swell of Alicia's breasts through the opening as well. Her eyes sparkled in the candelight.
"Would you like me to bathe you?" I asked.
"No. I'll take a shower. I want to get started on your special night."
"Then let's open our gifts," I said.
We put the dishes away, cleared the table, and went to the couch with our wine glasses. Alicia handed me my gift, and I handed hers to her.
"Open it," I urged. I admit I was a bit nervous as she tore the wrapping.
She opened the box and pulled out a pair of old-fashioned, ruffled pink panties, a waist corset that hooked in the front, and various pieces of jewelry.
She smiled and chuckled a little. "Oh Phillip! I like them!" She held up the corset. "How does this work?"
"You hook it up the front, under your breasts, and it makes them stand out."
"As if they don't stand out enough right now," she laughed. She picked up the jewelry. "What about these?" she asked.
I picked up two of the pieces. They were small gold chains about an inch and a half long, with tiny golden filligreed balls hanging from them. At the top was a hook. "These are for your breasts," I said. "You fit the hook over your nipples. See, you can adjust them so they don't pinch too much."
"I think I know what this is for," she said, picking up another other piece. It was composed of a U-shaped clip, with two gold chains hanging from the ends. From the chains hung two small golden balls. This fits around your labia minora," I said. "I really think it's sexy. I can hardly wait to see it on you."
"And this one?" she asked, holding up the last one. This one was also composed of two gold chains, from which two small golden balls dangled. The chains were attached to a small, smooth conical object.
I felt myself blushing slightly. "This one," I said, "is for your butthole."
