Bondage Wedding, Tied Servitude

It was the day of her wedding.

Not her official wedding. It wasn't the fairytale wedding she had always dreamed of. It wasn't the big, traditional wedding where all her friends and family would appear with big smiles, and she'd be wearing a big white dress that cost nearly a thousand dollars. That kind of wedding was scheduled for a few days later.

This was a different wedding.

Andrea was preparing for a far more private affair, which her soon-to-be husband had arranged for her. The details were scarce. All she knew was that her fiance never let her down. Especially in the bedroom. Publicly, their relationship was traditional by all standards.

Sexually and in private, he was her Dominant. The man who controlled her by her own consent. The man who cared for her. The man who loved her. The man who was in possession of her sexuality. Andrea was the perfect willing submissive.

It was their closely guarded secret. God forbid that any of Andrea's family, friends, or co-workers ever found out. She'd be mortified beyond belief. Humiliated in the worst possible way. But then again, Andrea's love life and personal choices were no one's business. She wanted this. She chose this.

In the end, she craved the dom/sub relationship with the man she loved. And that included bondage, obedience, training, and occasionally swinging as well. With the upcoming wedding, they had both agreed that the swinging would end. They would be totally monogamous for the most part. Maybe a few stints of voyeurism and exhibitionism here and there, just to keep their sex life thrilling.

Andrea loved that her fiance took good care of her and always pushed her boundaries in a safe, sane, consensual way. Only two of Andrea's best friends knew about this. They were friends who shared a similar lifestyle, but had never actually participated in anything with Andrea.

The only other people who knew about Andrea's closely guarded secret were other couples in various clubs. Her fiance loved taking her to different bondage and swinger clubs around the country. He loved showing her off and torturing her; the good kind of torture.

Now, as Andrea sat in front of the dresser in nothing but a silk robe, many of those things would soon come to an end. Monogamy, here she comes. Her body would soon be the exclusive property of her soon-to-husband. Something she loved, but if she was honest with herself, she would miss the adventures of screwing other people.

She was in the room of a five-star hotel. On the dresser table were the only thing she was allowed to wear for the bondage wedding: a white veil, a black collar, and nothing else. She was expected to be naked during the private affair. But for who else besides her fiance? That was the question.

A few touch-ups was all she needed in the mirror. Her make-up was already fixed nicely. Her dark hair was pulled back a few times, which was parted at the side, creating a breezy natural look, but which was actually carefully constructed.

She placed the white veil on the top of her head. It had a white see-through fishnet which covered her hair and parts of her face.

Then came the black collar around her neck. It looked like a dog collar, with the silver letters S-E-R-V-A-N-T on the front.

It was time. He would come in about a minute, and if there was anything she could expect from him, it was promptness. He always came at the exact minute. Everything relating to her submission was treated with military-like precision, almost down to the second.

Andrea stood and removed her silk robe, tossing it on the bed. She looked in the mirror and was aroused by her reflection. There she was, sweet Andrea, a marketing director for a publishing company, standing naked with her wedding veil on, the black collar, and her bare body exposed.

She was in pretty good shape thanks to plenty of cycling and yoga, her two favorite physical activities (not counting sex), and had been working even harder knowing that this wedding would be coming up. Slightly toned arms, strong legs, a firm tummy, and pert breasts with prominent looking pink nipples. She also had nice curves around her hips and butt, thanks to natural feminine softness that exercise had blessedly not eradicated.

It was almost time and there was one final piece of the puzzle. On the table was a blindfold, which Andrea put over her veil, completely obscuring her vision. Being blindfolded was something she had come to enjoy over the years. The loss of control. The unknown. The surprises. It was all part of the game. A game in which her fiance would always create for her, which never let her down.

She sat naked on the bed with the white veil and blindfold on. Waiting and waiting. It felt like forever, but it was actually closer to a few minutes. Adrenaline was pumping and she was dying to know what her man had in store for her.

The door to the hotel room opened, almost as if on cue. Then she heard the door close. She wondered if it was even him. Or had he sent someone else to come fuck her? The possibilities.

She heard the footsteps approaching her. Her heart rate soared. She wondered if it was her fiance or not, until finally she couldn't take it anymore, and decided to surrender to whoever it was. Enjoying the moment was the most important thing.

"You're prepared," he said. "Right on time."

Andrea breathed a sigh of relief. It was her fiance. She was partly glad that he hadn't brought in some other guy to fuck her, although it wouldn't have been that bad. If someone else were to fuck her, she always preferred her fiance's presence in the room. She enjoyed having him watch and she also loved his supervision. Sex with another guy, without her fiance there, would have been meaningless pleasure.

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Stand up and turn around," he said. "Hands behind your back. I'm going to tie you."

Exactly what she had come to expect for something like this. Andrea stood and turned around, keeping her hands behind her back. She felt the ropes around her wrists. Goodness, the ropes. It was something she had come to love from him. He was an expert in ropes. And he didn't just use any kind of rope. He used ropes which were soft and felt smooth against her skin. After all, Andrea had soft skin and needed to be treated gently.

With several turns and wrappings, a knot was tied and Andrea's hands were bound behind her back.

She heard her fiance walk across the room to get something. When he came back seconds later, she knew exactly what it was. He was attaching a leash to the front of her collar. So, he'd be leading her around while she was blindfolded. A delicious thought, she imagined. Something he'd done before, but usually in a bondage club or someplace with like-minded people around.

"Do you trust me?" he asked casually.

"Yes."

"Good. Let's go."

Go where? This was making her nervous and agitated. But she didn't dare complain. This was their own private wedding ceremony and the last thing she wanted to do was disobey.

Andrea was led to the door. Oh god. The door opened. God.

"Follow me."

She walked barefoot on the carpet of the hotel floor. She felt the comfort and safety of the private room leaving her, as she stepped into the hallway. Worse, she heard the door close behind her. Now here she was, naked in the hallway of a classy hotel, blindfolded, being lead by a man with a leash.

With her 'official' wedding mere days away, she had friends and a few family members already in that same hotel with her; some of whom were staying on that same floor. At any given moment, any one of them could randomly open the door and get the shock their life. The elevator door could open and a group of her friends or family could see her in the most vulnerable position she had ever been in.

Andrea prayed that the he would hurry. But he was intent on walking at a slow pace. How far would he be taking her? To where? Was this a test? Was it a game? Was this a pledge of her loyalty, to see how far she would go?

"Relax," he whispered in her ear, sensing her tenseness as they continued down the hall. "We're almost there."

Thank goodness. But to where? Within moment, Andrea felt herself being led inside another hotel room on that same floor. She heard the door close behind her.

She was in someone's hotel room, but who? Damn it, who? She wanted to know. And she wanted to know right away. The suspense was killing her. Going by the wetness between her legs, it made her horny as hell too.

Another tug and Andrea was being led by the collar again to the center of the hotel room. Then the leash was removed and tossed aside, while the collar remained around her neck. The room was quiet. Was anyone else even there?

"Marriage is a sacred bond," he said. "Do you solemnly swear to obey me, and worship me? In doing so, I will make the same pledge to you."

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

She wanted to say more. She wanted to explain herself and her feelings. She wanted to explain her love for him, and the love for all the countless wonderful orgasms she had received as a result of his many actions, but it wasn't her place to talk at the moment.

"Do you take me to be your husband? And you, my wife? I will always be loyal to you. And you to me. Till death do us part."

"I do," she said, breathlessly once again.

"I do," he said also.

As far as Andrea was concerned, this was the real vow. This wasn't the big traditional wedding which would happen in a few days, but traditions be damned. They were in love. This was their vow. This was their lifestyle.

"I will now kiss the bride."

Andrea could almost sense her new husband smiling after delivering that line. Then sure enough, he bent down and kissed her on the lips, solidifying their marriage and love for each other.

He ended the kiss.

"No wedding ceremony would be complete without a gift to the bride. Are you ready for your gift?"

"Yes," she simply said.

"Take two steps forward. Then kneel."

This was it. Whatever he had planned, it must have been unique, on their wedding day of all days. In all the years they had known each other, she had come to rely on the fact that her husband was an expert in this. He knew how to plan. Especially for big occasions. He knew how to surprise her. And he always exceeded himself.

Andrea obeyed. She took two steps forward. Then she got on her knees.

"You're in the right position," he said. "In front of you, there is a pussy. She's completely bound and won't be moving. Can you smell her? She's dripping wet, waiting for your mouth."

Andrea felt her pussy twitch at the idea. God, she wondered who it was. Who it could possibly be. A friend? Another woman in the lifestyle? Someone she knew? A total stranger? A hotel employee that her husband had managed to convince? The last option seemed plausible, Andrea thought, since her husband had a way with words and could convince any woman to do anything. He had fucked plenty of women in front of her, luring them in at swinger clubs using only his natural charm.

"Do you want me to lick it?" she asked with an uncharacteristically shy tone.

"Yes, be a good girl and do so."

Blindfolded Andrea leaned forward. She scooted forward on her knees a little bit when she didn't feel anything in front of her. When she did, it was undeniable. She could smell it, feel its warmth. She could even hear someone breathing. She smelled the woman's sex.

A feeling of excitement went up Andrea's spine. She and her husband had talked about going monogamous once they tied the knot. Yet here she was, with an exposed pussy in front of her. Did her husband mean once they officially got married? Or were women still allowed for Andrea to lick? The idea of still pleasing women made Andrea happy.

When she leaned her face forward, the tip of her nose touched a woman's crotch, which was uncovered.

"There it is," her husband said. "You've found it. Show her how you treat a pussy. Don't disappoint your gift. Lick."

When it came to eating pussy, Andrea never needed to be told twice. She loved doing it, especially while her man watched. It always gave her a perverse sense of pleasure that she was serving two people at the same time; the woman she was eating, and her husband who loved watching.

Andrea rubbed the tip of her nose against the unknown woman's crotch. Deep down, she was dying to know who it was. But she tried to ignore her own curiosity. After all, a pussy is a pussy. Her new husband expected a show and he wanted her to enjoy herself.

She kissed the woman's crotch all around. Then she kissed the labia and clitoris, which made the unknown woman groan, which came as a muffled sound. Andrea knew that sound all too well. By the way it sounded, she knew that the unknown woman had a ball-gag in her mouth. Typical of her husband, Andrea thought, and oh-so-naughty.

This only made Andrea more excited, and more willing to please (if that was even possible). Like a thirsty little puppy, Andrea stuck out her tongue and began to lick. She didn't care that she was blindfolded. She didn't care that her hands were tied behind her back. She didn't need any of those things.

All she needed was her tongue and lips. Andrea was an expert pussy eater who was used to being bound. She was used to relying on only a few of her senses while the rest of her was restrained. This was nothing new, except for the special occasion of her first marriage to the man she loved.

She licked, sucked, and slurped on the pussy. The unknown woman simply moaned and groaned with the ball-gag in her mouth.

"Excellent work," her new husband said. "I wish you could see her face. She's loving this."

This made Andrea happy. She was pleasing both her husband, and the woman she was eating. Her tongue skills never failed.

"You're probably wondering who's pussy that is," her new husband said. "If you make her cum, I'll show you as a reward. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

This made Andrea more excited. She worked her tongue harder and deeper, even putting her tongue inside the wet little hole of the pussy. She ate the pussy in a frenzy. Her mind raced, wondering who it was. In a way, it didn't matter. The important thing was that she loved doing it, and she loved entertaining her new husband with her oral skills.

But, she had always been a curious kitten, and she was dying to find out who's pussy she was pleasing. Especially since it tasted so good in her mouth. Andrea's tongue traced the labia up and down. The tip of her tongue did a few circles around the clit. And she gave a few slurps to taste the fluids and to make the pussy feel good.

The woman made muffling sounds with the ball-gag in her mouth, and Andrea knew she was on the right track. She continued her winning formula until the strange woman began to shiver and breath harder.

Within moments, the orgasm came. The strange woman shivered, groaned, and then screamed into the gag. Her legs seemingly vibrated on their own. Her pussy seemingly trembling from the body movement.

Andrea was unstoppable with her oral skills, giving the woman an intense orgasm, which sent a few trickles of fluids gushing from the pussy, which she gladly swallowed. All her adult life, Andrea has been a swallower; why stop now?

When the orgasm was done, Andrea could hear the strange woman breathing deeply through her nostrils. There was suddenly a sense of excitement which went up Andrea's spine. She had done her duty and pleased her husband, along with the strange woman. Now, she would find out whose wonderful taste still lingered on her lips.

"Are you ready to have your blindfold removed?" the husband asked.

"Yes."

The blindfold was carefully removed, so as to not ruin the neat arrangement of the wedding veil.

Andrea looked upwards and saw a fully nude woman, standing with her legs spread. The woman had shoulder length wavy blond hair. Blindfold covering her eyes. A red ball-gag in her mouth. She stood with her legs spread and her hands tied behind her back, which caused her medium sized tits to point forward.

There was no doubt: It was Kate. One of the few people in Andrea's inner-circle who knew about her lifestyle. A fellow swinger and bondage enthusiast. A woman who worked at the same publishing company, but in a different department on a different floor. Andrea's best friend.

It felt like time had stopped when Andrea realized that she had just eaten out her best friend. It made her wet, and so unbelievably aroused, that her husband could sense it.

"Oh my god," she gasped.

"My gift to you. I know you've always admired her beauty. And I know that she's always had a thing for you. I'm not the jealous type. Not when it comes to women, at least."

"Does this mean..." her voice trailed off.

"Yes, it does. But only if I can watch."

"Of course."

"But for now, you've made me hard," he said. "So very hard. I love watching you in action, but now it's my turn and I think it's only fair that Kate watch. Don't you agree?"

Andrea nodded obediently. "Yes."

"Good."

The next moment, the husband removed the blindfold from Kate, who's eyes immediately soaked up the scene in the room, looking down at Andrea, who was naked on her knees, hands tied behind her back. Who had just eaten her pussy.

Then the husband undid his pants and freed his throbbing erection, which looked stiff and ready to be pleased.

"Now suck," he said, touching the tip of his cock against his wife's cheek.

Andrea was a woman who loved sucking cock. Even in a submissive position of being her knees, bound, it still gave her a sense of power. She loved making this man so very hard. She loved that he was so addicted to her and so consumed with lust, that he wouldn't dare pull away.

Her secret to good cock-sucking was, she gave it everything she had. She sucked with all her might. Slobbed her tongue around it. Bobbed back and forth, taking it close to the entrance of her throat. She didn't take it all the way in, because she was a girl with a gag reflex. Who needs that during a wedding? Usually, she would employ an intricate hand technique to accompany her cock-sucking, but with her hands bound behind her back, she would have to utilize everything else to full effect.

As she remained on her knees, Andrea did all those things. She sucked her husband's cock gleefully with all of her effort. The silent room was filled with lewd noises of sucking and slurping. Liquid noises, with lots of suction.

Unlike previous times, however, this time Kate was watching her. Andrea didn't look up to see her best friend, but she knew. What else would Kate be looking at? Of course, this.

They became friends instantly when they were both required to collaborate on a book promotion. That was many years ago, and they had become great friends; friends who confided all their secrets together and later, their fantasies and private sexual practices. They divulged more and more information to each other when they realized they had the same interests and taboo fantasies. They became closer than ever when Andrea revealed that she was in a dom/sub relationship and Kate revealed that she had done similar things.

Now here they were, Andrea on her knees, sucking her husband's cock while Kate watched after having her pussy eaten.

"I'm close," he said. "Don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth."

The husband groaned and stroked the length of his hard shaft, while the tip of his cock was still being sucked by Andrea, who also gave a few twirls of her tongue, which she knew that he loved.

Spurts of cum shot into her mouth. It wasn't a surprise. Nothing about it was surprising. Andrea had sucked his cock so many times, that she knew all the tell-tale signs of his orgasms, the amount he usually shot, and his lovely taste.

When the orgasm was done, her husband grew flaccid, and Andrea was left with a mouth full of cum. This was something she was used to. He loved torturing her this way. Making her savor the taste in her mouth. Or sometimes, if they were in a club, having her swap the cum with another woman.