Laura had decided on a private ceremony, just her and Rick. He had left the arrangements, for the most part, to her. He’d given her a list of rituals he’d like to see, but had left the details to her. For the past week she’d been busy cleaning the house, the tools, her body. She’d had her legs, underarms, and pubic region waxed. The linens on their bed were newly cleaned and pressed. The linens on the bed in the spare room were also cleaned but covered with “pee pads” and towels to protect the mattress from stains and liquid.
When the Grandfather clock chimed noon, Laura was ready, her body cleaned – inside and out – and glistening with rose scented almond oil. She was kneeling beside the bed in the spare room, head bowed, multiple tools set out neatly on the dresser. She felt, then heard Sir’s footsteps, before she saw his freshly polished shoes.
He placed a hand on her head and began:
As your Dominant and soon to be Husband, I swear that will love and respect at all times.
I swear I will set reasonable expectations with the help of your input.
I swear I will make my intentions clear, accept and answer any questions, and speak with honesty.
I swear I will protect you, provide for you, never force you to do that which you are not willing, and respect your safeword unconditionally.
Will you accept my collar?
Raising her eyes slightly, she saw the beautiful silver collar in his hand.
Dropping her eyes back down, she said:
As your submissive and your soon to be wife, I swear to love and respect you at all times.
I swear to treat you with respect and love in my actions and my words.
I swear to be honest with you in all things.
I swear to try my best to meet your expectations and accept whatever consequences you deem appropriate.
I swear to you my obedience and ask that you correct me when I fail.
I swear to make myself available to you for your pleasure and mine as you see fit.
Will you accept my submission?
Sir ran a finger down her cheek and said, “Raise your hair.”
He clasped the chain around her neck, saying, “That which I place on or in you will remain there until such time as I choose to remove it or give permission for you or another to do so.”
Laura felt a deep sense of contentment when she felt the light weight of her collar and heard Sir’s words.
He stepped away and pursued the tools she’d arranged. When he returned, he place belled clips on her nipples before saying, “Come. Hands on the wall, feet back and wide.”
“Expectation one?” he asked
“I will use my safeword without hesitation when necessary.”
She heard the whistle of the thin dowel rod and winced as it hit her flesh.
“Expectation two?”
“I will always speak to and about Sir with respect.”
Whistle. Stripe.
“Next.”
“I will spend money within my budget freely. Anything else will need Sir’s approval.”
Whistle. Stripe.
“Next.”
“I willingly give Sir my body for his pleasure. I will refuse him only with good reason and a full expectation.”
Whistle. Stripe.
“I will make sure all the tools are in excellent condition and cleaned. If I see an issue with one, I will bring it to your attention.”
Whistle. Stripe.
Laura cried out before she continued. “I will dress according to your preferences.”
Whistle. Stripe.
Rick placed the rod back on the dresser and undressed. “Lower,” he directed Laura.
She slid her hands down so that her back was flat. Rick stood behind her and guided his cock into her slick, welcoming tunnel. She sighed with pleasure, the tingling of the cane stripes forgotten. “Those welts are going last a day or so, my slut. They’ll remind you of your pledge.”
“Yes, Sir,” she sighed.
He fucked her hard, encouraging her to come as much as she liked. She happily obeyed. When he pulled out, she whimpered until he slipped in a bullet vibrator.
“Now, now. Come, clean my cock with your mouth, slut. Per your instructions, I will be using and filling each of your holes.”
Eagerly, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Gently cradling his balls in her warm hands, she proceeded to lick and suckle his cock. There was little she enjoyed more than this delightful task. Again, she whimpered when he stepped back.
“Shhhhh,” he murmured. “Open your mouth.”
He slipped the ball gag between her teeth and buckled it behind her head. He also removed the clamps on her nipples. She bit down and squealed, dropping her forehead to the floor. While in this position, he inserted a copious amount of lubrication into her anus.
“Come,” he ordered, reaching a hand down to help her stand. He lay on his back on the bed, his cock stiff as a flag pole. “Ride me.”
She climbed on top of him and hesitated, raising her eyebrows as if to say, “Where, Sir?”
He smiled, and said, “Whenever you’re on top, your ass will be filled. Since there’s no plug. . . yet. . . you know where to put it.”
She positioned his cock against her slick anus and slowly lowered herself down. Rick clicked on the vibrator inside of her then grasped her hips and pulled her down in one swift, forceful motion. Her eyes widened, but she offered no complaint. Rick had spent the last month training her ass to take him as easily as her pussy did.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, moving his hands to pinch her nipples. “Ride me. Keep riding until you make me full you with my cream.”
Happily, she obeyed. She came three more times before Rick loosened his control and emptied himself inside her body. He held her to him and flipped them over so that she lay on her back. He pulled out and pushed her legs up in a diaper position. Reaching over to the nightstand, he held up a large, plug and said, “This should keep me inside of you until dinner. Think you can keep that gag in and the bullet as well?”
Laura nodded quickly as he inserted the plug. He lay back beside her, holding her close. He kissed her head and said, “You really are the perfect submissive, my slut. You’re also going to be the perfect wife.”
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