Sealed With A Snip Ch 02

The days following my vasectomy were uneventful. I spent my time at home watching Netflix. I must admit, Emily took very good care of me and made sure I had plenty of snacks and fluids.

I could tell Emily was very busy around the house while I was recovering on the couch. She looked so sexy in her tight top and yoga pants. Every time I saw her, she was carrying bags or boxes of various items. She also made sure that I regularly had a cold pack of ice on my groin to prevent swelling.

Emily convinced me to continue wearing soft panties to minimize discomfort. She also insisted that I wear a second pair of panties to hold the packs of ice in place between the first pair of panties and the second pair. It was a little unorthodox, but I had to admit it worked rather well to keep me comfortable.

Several days later I was starting to feel better. I no longer needed ice on my groin, and the swelling had finally subsided. However, Emily thought it was best if I continued to wear soft panties while I completed my recovery.

I occupied myself with a full day of household chores while Emily was at work. I was just bringing the last of the laundry upstairs and didn't even hear her come in.

I turned the corner, and there she was.

Emily stood in the doorway, framed by the gentle glow of the hallway behind her, wearing the dress. Our wedding dress. Pure white, elegant as ever--lace delicately tracing over her bodice, sheer and floral and perfectly fitted to her curves, flowing seamlessly into that shimmering satin skirt that pooled like liquid moonlight around her feet. My breath caught before I could say a word.

She stepped forward slowly, her heels clicking against the floor, the weightless train trailing behind her like a whisper. Her hair was styled just as it had been that day--soft waves pinned just enough to keep them in place, a few strands left loose to frame her face like art. Her makeup was flawless, elegant and radiant, with that subtle edge she always wore so well.

I could hardly move.

"Emily..." I whispered, completely entranced. "You look... you look exactly the same as you did that day."

She smiled, tilting her head slightly with that confident little glint in her eye.

"Do I?" she said, her voice smooth and low. "Because I feel even better."

She turned slightly, letting the dress hug her shape as she smoothed a hand down her waist. "It still fits perfectly," she said, with a small, proud smirk. "Not bad for a few years later, right?"

I was speechless. My heart was pounding in my chest, and something electric and reverent twisted low in my stomach. She was stunning. Beyond stunning. It was like time had stopped and dragged me right back to the moment I first saw her walking down the aisle--but this time, I was even more hers.

Then, with a playful, sultry smile, she lifted the hem of the skirt just a few inches--enough to reveal a glimpse of sheer lace against her thigh. The garter. Her wedding garter. The same pale blue and white one I'd helped her slide on that morning years ago, trembling with nerves and excitement.

"I even kept this," she murmured, pulling the garter down her long sexy leg and dangling it in front of my face. "Felt like the right time to remind you."

I took a slow breath, trying to find words, but nothing could fully describe the effect she had on me in that moment. There was something about seeing her like that again--so composed, so commanding, so impossibly beautiful--that sent a wave of heat and awe through me. I felt small in the best way. Grounded. Owned by her.

"You're... you're unreal," I finally said, my voice thick with emotion. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

With a knowing smile, Emily removed my shirt and pulled down my shorts and panties before pulling me forward to step out of them, every movement deliberate, eyes locked on mine. I was completely naked. Next, Emily wrapped the lace garter around my cock and balls and secured it in place with a snug knot.

"I want you to remember," she whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along my penis, "what it means to belong to me. And what it felt like... when I choose to be yours, too."

I swallowed hard, dizzy under the weight of her presence, her beauty, the gravity of what she was doing. I felt everything all at once--desire, reverence, love, submission--and the power she held in that moment was absolute.

Emily guided me over to the couch with a seductive smile and sat alongside me, perfectly poised as always, her presence as commanding as ever.

She turned toward me and started gently rubbing my knees and thighs, while checking the tightness of her garter that was secured to my groin. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face--the one that always made my heart beat just a little faster."

"You know, Kyle," she said, her voice low and smooth, "I've been meaning to tell you just how proud I am of you. Everything you've expressed about me leading this relationship... it's more empowering than I ever expected. It's so nice not having to do housework anymore. And I need to thank you for something else I haven't said enough about."

She reached out, taking the tip of my penis in her hand, fingers warm and certain.

"You getting the vasectomy--for me--it meant everything. Being able to stop taking the pill has been... honestly, kind of life-changing. I had no idea how much it was dragging me down until I stopped."

Emily's fingers were slowly massaging my shaft while she was looking straight into my eyes. The soft fabric of her garter around my cock and scrotum felt heavenly. I began experiencing my first erection since undergoing my vasectomy a week ago.

"I want you to know something else," Emily said, her voice low, steady. "I'm completely sure about not having children. I've always known it, deep down."

I blinked, caught slightly off guard by the firmness in her tone.

"It's not just about the timing or my medical career--though, God knows, a pregnancy would be a massive disruption. I've worked too hard to build what I have. My pace, my focus, my body... they're all exactly where I want them to be. And the idea of having to pause it all to carry a child? To go through labor?"

She shook her head, a little scoff of disbelief slipping out.

"It sounds like a nightmare, honestly. The hormones, the swelling, the pain, the permanent changes to my body? No. I've spent years shaping this body. I love how I feel in it. I'm not giving that up for something I never even wanted in the first place."

I looked down, fidgeting with the corner of Emily's lace wedding dress still in my hands. The feel of the delicate fabric was somehow calming to me.

"I guess... I just always assumed I might end up a parent someday," I said quietly. "Not that I ever had a strong picture of it, but... knowing that it's off the table now--it still feels a little strange. Like I've closed a door I might not have realized was important to me."

Emily leaned closer, her hand gently tugging on my penis, grounding me.

"I get that, Kyle," she said, her tone softer now but no less confident. "But think about what we have. The freedom. The connection. Our new relationship dynamic with me in charge. You don't need to be a parent to feel fulfilled. And honestly? You're thriving in this space--focused, purposeful, and completely tuned into me. That's not something you would've had if we were juggling diapers and school runs and sleepless nights."

I exhaled slowly, letting her words sink in as she resumed the massage of my penis. Her touch felt so good.

"I guess... I do feel more grounded with you lately," I admitted. "Like I'm part of something intentional. Something real. I've never felt this close to anyone before."

Emily reached out with her other hand, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to.

"My mood's better. I feel clearer, more myself. I've got more energy, I'm sleeping better-and my libido..." She gave me a teasing little smirk as she pulled my hand over under her skirt. "Well, I think you can feel for yourself how turned-on I am."

"You're not wearing any panties!" I gasped.

Wetness was running down her leg. I blushed, a shy smile tugging at my lips.

"You're wearing the panties for both of us now, Princess," Emily said with a giggle as she climbed over my waist and straddled me. I could feel her wet slit against my penis as she redirected my focus with a more serious tone.

"And I don't have to think about taking the pill every day anymore," she added, with a hint of relief in her voice. "No alarms, no worrying if I forgot. Just... freedom. And I wouldn't have that if you hadn't made that sacrifice."

"Watching you lie there on that exam table, legs spread wide apart while fastened in the stirrups. Your arms restrained at your sides. Trusting me, surrendering to the procedure... it was one of the most powerful things I've ever experienced."

My cheeks flushed as Emily slid the tip of my penis into the moist entrance of her vagina. It felt heavenly. I looked down for a moment, trying to hold together the wave of emotion that stirred in me as Emily described my vasectomy.

"It was... a lot," I admitted. "I'm still coming to terms with it, honestly. The idea that it's permanent, that there's no going back--it's scary sometimes. I'm certain that I've never felt so exposed and vulnerable as I did when you and Dr. Patel were working between my legs."

Emily squeezed my ass, drawing me deeper into her pelvis. Her eyes were steady, strong, and filled with something deeper than just affection. I let out a moan at the amazing sensation of being inside Emily.

"I know it was vulnerable," she said, her voice softening just a touch. "But I was there. I held your hand. I looked you in the eyes when you needed me most. And I had the honor of snipping your cords! That moment... it changed us. It brought us closer. You gave me a gift--not just your body, not just the end of your fertility, but also your trust. Your willingness to let me make that choice for us. It made me feel so connected to you. So empowered. So incredibly turned-on!"

I nodded slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat as Emily continued moving up and down on my lap, my penis thrusting deeper and deeper with each moment.

"I know you were turned-on, Emily. You stuffed your soaked panties in my mouth so I would be quiet, remember?"

"I'll never forget it," Emily chuckled. "But I could tell you were so intoxicated by my feminine juices, as always. What was it, two or three strokes of your penis with my soft red panties before you spilled your potent sperm into Dr. Patel's little cup that final time?"

"I was intoxicated," I admitted. "More turned-on than I ever expected, obviously. You were everything I needed in that room," I said quietly. "There were a couple moments where I almost panicked--when I felt so exposed, so out of control. But you didn't flinch. You just looked at me like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And somehow... that made it okay. That made me okay."

Emily leaned in, putting her wet fingers from her vagina into my mouth, her voice slipping into that seductive, confident tone that always melted my doubts.

"Seeing you so vulnerable, so devoted, just cemented what I already knew," she whispered. "You belong to me, Kyle. Every part of you. And I take that responsibility seriously. But more than that... I enjoy it. Watching you go through that for us, knowing it was my choice you trusted--it was deeply empowering. You were so brave. So beautiful. And now, everything between us is even stronger."

I felt the weight of her words settle in my chest--heavy, but grounding. She was right. As complicated as it all felt sometimes, I didn't regret it. Not really. Because through every uncertain step together, Emily had been there. Not just leading--but lifting me, steadying me, claiming me.

My body was on the edge of climax. I was captivated by the feeling of Emily's soft pussy, and the taste of her incredible juices. "I feel closer to you than I ever have," I whispered. "And even though I'm still processing everything... I know I'd do it again. For you."

I erupted in an intense orgasm inside Emily's vagina. I winced. It was pleasurable, but also slightly painful because I was still recovering from the vasectomy. Emily smiled, her gaze fierce and tender all at once, as she slid off my lap and handed me the panties with an air confidence.

"And I'd ask you to," she said, leaning in until her lips brushed mine--soft, slow, certain. "Because I know exactly what we need. And I know exactly what to do with what's mine."

And just like that, I melted into the couch--grateful, surrendered, and hers.

"Now, put your panties back on so you don't get the couch messy -- and leave the garter in place around your cock and balls while we make this official. I've got some documents for you to sign, and the list of rules I promised you. I'll be right back, sweetie!"