How Jocelyn’s Parents Met, Married Pt. 06

Gwen's and Henry's flight out the next day wasn't until 1:00 pm. Gwen had made the arrangements and did not want to have to rush out in the morning the day after getting married.

It was around 8:30 am when she stirred and remembered the delightful night before and wanted a little more. She roused Henry and pushed his sleepy head down between her thighs, a few squeezes from her strong legs awakened him sufficiently to begin his task and then she locked her legs around him, completely entrapping him. Occasionally she squeezed a bit more, engulfing his head so that it was barely visible, though she kept a firm grip on his hair with her hands. He worked hard to bring her the pleasure she demanded.

Gwen felt her dominance coursing through her in a powerful rush. Her dominance of Henry had grown steadily through their relationship and was certainly on full display the night before. But now, this morning, the idea that they were truly and finally married, and the fact that she had just manhandled Henry into a position to worship her with his now very talented mouth, without so much as a "would you?" excited Gwen no end. She loved this. And she loved that Henry loved it, too, as evidence by his once again hard, large erection.

She had done enough reading in the femdom world by now, to know that for all intents and purposes Henry was her slave. Yet, she hesitated using that word in her own mind, much less out loud. It had bad connotations outside of the world she had become familiar with and was creating with Henry, so she just wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe she would be one day, but not yet.

Once Henry had brought her off a couple of times, she had him roll over so that her thighs now gripped his head face up and she proceeded to get her husband off with just her feet. She wanted him to have relief—she never grew tired of seeing how sexually aroused Henry was by her and his orgasmic eruptions were the ultimate expression of that—but she wanted to save the next intercourse for the resort bed.

Once complete, they showered, dressed, went down for some breakfast, and then returned to go to the airport.

The flight to the Bahamas was uneventful, fortunately, and getting to the elaborate resort and checking in was easy. Still, the unusual couple drew some stares from both hotel staff and guests, but nothing that was too obviously impolite. Wife and husband had come to expect this by now. There was nothing to be done about it. Gwen was five inches taller in her bare feet and had 80 lbs on Henry. She wasn't—but she almost looked to be about twice his size.

The suite that Gwen had booked was high in the hotel, with an ocean view, and a mostly private balcony. After the hotel porter left their room, with him giving a quick look of something that was a cross between awe and pity to Henry. Gwen, however, was excited! They had several hours before their dinner reservation to play and they both wanted to make the most of it!

"Time for you to strip, Henry! You will have no need for any clothes until dinner time! I will go change myself. When you are done just be on your knees, waiting for me."

Henry quickly stripped out of his clothes and sank to his knees, waiting for Gwen to return from the adjacent room. It was taking some time, so his mind wandered and he thought about his life and the events of the past year that have led to this moment. He could not believe how lucky he was and felt!

All his life, since he had first discovered his father's porn stash and read stories of tall, powerful, dominant women, he had wanted to be with someone like Gwen. He knew himself to be submissive through and through and so desperately needed someone to understand that, appreciate him for that, and love him enough to want to rule his life. Gwen was really everything he had wanted: smart, tall, strong, dominant.

He was astonished that he had been so lucky that she gave him a chance during their encounter in the bookstore so long ago. He looked forward to devoting his life to her now that they were married. He knew it would be challenging at times, but he couldn't imagine how his life could have evolved better! He loved Gwen more than life itself and was prepared to do anything for her.

Meanwhile, as Henry thought about this, Gwen opened up her suitcases and removed the key items for the afternoon. A new, soft black leather bodice, that had a strap to loop around her neck but left her breasts fully exposed. A silky but skimpy pair of black panties. And finally, a new pair of black leather boots that came up to her mid-thigh, including 4-inch spike heels with a metal tip. She tied her hair back in a tight pinytail and put on a black military-style hat.

Gwen looked at herself in the large mirror of bedroom in their suite. She saw in her reflection a beautiful, commanding, authoritative—dare she say it?—bitch Goddess. (Henry had long convinced her by now that she was indeed beautiful if for no other reason that he found her beautiful.) I'll be lucky if he doesn't cum instantly at the sight of me, she thought to herself, all the while smiling and admiring herself in the mirror for a long time. There was, after all, no reason to rush this. The rest of the day was hers as she saw fit.

She then removed other things from her "kinky" suitcase. Her riding crop, leather cuffs for Henry's hands and feet, rope, some new things to try on her husband, like nipple clamps and other toys. But most important of all was the new collar and leash she had bought for her submissive husband for their honeymoon. It was a thick leather collar, but this one was now personalized and engraved. It read: "Property of Gwen." She also had a new bondage hood for Henry, with a built-in gag, but wasn't sure how much she would use that since she enjoyed using his mouth so much.

As Gwen prepared to call Henry into the bedroom with its large king-size bed, she was pretty sure she would return from the honeymoon pregnant. The time was right in her cycle—and she and Henry were going to have an awful lot of sex over the next week. Well, good, she thought. With her marriage secure, the next step was the family after all, and she wasn't getting any younger.

"Come here, my love. I'm ready for you now! But, crawl to me on your hands and knees and be prepared to supplicate yourself before my magnificence!"

Henry smiled at that and did as he was ordered, crawling up to Gwen as she stood by the bed, with her crop in hand, tapping her new boots with it. As he entered, he looked, and was awe-struck! A condition he was often in when Gwen was dressed this way, but today she seemed particularly spectacular—not least because he was no longer crawling to his girlfriend or finance but to his beloved wife! That made it all the sweeter, even as he steeled himself for some of the discomfort that was to come. His cock was as hard as a rock.

Gwen beamed down on him, delighting in all the wicked fun they were about to have. She had him put on his own foot cuffs and then put on the wrist cuffs herself. Then she showed him the new collar, made him kiss it, and she secured it on with a lock. The key was on a chain around her neck. Lastly she attached the leash and sat down on the side of the bed. She leaned down toward him and pull his head in close to hers.

"I love you so much, Henry. I love you and love you, and have never loved anyone as much as I love you!" She kissed him long and hard and deep. Henry could barely rasp out his response.

"And I love you even more!" He smiled, knowing it would provoke her in a playful way.

"For that, you will now be punished! But first, bend down and kiss my boots all over, and thank me for marrying you."

Henry did exactly as he was told, but when, on the second boot, his head reached her toe, she put her other boot on the back of his neck and shoulders, pressing him to the floor and pulling the leash taught. He knew what came next. It was a favorite position and activity of his wife. She loved looking down at her husband with her big black boot holding him firmly in place, naked buttocks up in the air, expecting what was about to come.

Gwen started slowly and gently and said nothing at first. After time, she began to pick up the pace and the strength. Henry started to sigh, or moan, or whimper small cries between the strikes. As he did so, she could contain herself no longer, as she rained blows down on Henry's back and buttocks. She was turning his butt a bright, warm red and his back was carved with long stripes.

"You know, [SMACK] I'm so glad [SMACK] we discovered that you have [SMACK] a bit of a masochistic streak in you. [SMACK] It turns out, [SMACK] that I actually enjoy [SMACK] hurting you [SMACK]!" Henry was whimpering and pleading with her to take pity on him and grant him mercy. Gwen stopped and leaned down to whisper. "But only because I know you enjoy being hurt by me." As she said that, she caressed his hard cock with her riding crop. [SMACK] "You know how much I enjoy hearing you whimper and moan—and occasionally scream." [SMACK] And with one hard blow more—which got a satisfactory shout out from Henry—Gwen put the crop down.

She pulled on the leash and drew his head into her moist, panty-covered crotch. "Lick it—lick it and nuzzle it through the material." As Henry dove in, her long, large legs closed around his body, trapping him right where they both wanted him to be.

"Now, pull my panties off, with your teeth," she said releasing him to do that job. On completion, she drew him back into her and tightened her legs around him again. She grabbed his head and guided him to her first orgasm, which was not long in coming in light of how she excited she was to have sex with her husband in their honeymoon suite!

After she stopped shaking and trembling from that first round, Gwen wasted no time and pulled Henry onto the bed and onto his back, settling her bottom on his face. She began rocking back and forth, grinding her large body and her now very wet-from-her-own-juices pussy on his face. She stayed on top of him for a long time, checking to make sure he could breathe, but relentlessly extracting her pleasure from his face, which was completely engulfed by her thighs and groin. Henry could feel her new black boots pressing on his body in multiple places.

After her second orgasm, she gave her husband a brief respite, including cleaning up his gooey face with a warm washcloth. When she felt he had recovered enough, she hugged him to her breasts for extended worship and smothering. Yet another thing she never seemed to tire of.

Henry was excited beyond compare with their kinky love-making. He knew he would not last long inside his wife once she took him. Gwen knew this too, but she didn't care. She loved how happy Henry was as she teased, tormented, and tortured him in service of her and her sexual pleasure. After passionate kissing, Gwen mounted Henry's body, the two lovers, wife and husband, becoming one.

Afterwards, both cleaned up and showered and relaxed in their room ahead of dinner. As she saw him come out of the shower and noted the angry red stripes that still showed on his back, Gwen thought that, well, a swim shirt is going to be required for her husband tomorrow. Neither of them are interested in discussing their extracurricular activities with other resort-goers. At least, thats what she thought.

The next day arrived all too quickly after the previous night's dinner. Both lovers had been tired after a long day of travel and afternoon festivities. A large, rich dinner put them on a path for early sleep. But that didn't stop them from some pretty conventional, early in the day sex, however, with Gwen calling the shots of course.

Many of Henry's stripes had faded overnight, but not all did. She told him he would need to wear that swim shirt all day, something he was inclined to do anyway as he did not like being in the sun for long periods of time. Gwen did, however. They dressed for the pools and beach and headed out after a late breakfast. As much as she wanted to admire Henry's tight butt in a speedo, she did not make him wear one. He already had a hard time not having an erection when he was around her, so it seemed prudent that, at least at first, he should wear loose-fitting trunks. She wore a nice black one-piece suit that flattered her larger frame, which was also helped by a light robe. Not overly crowded at this time of year, they managed to find some lounges that afforded some shade to him and more sun for her.

It wasn't too long afterwards that another woman sat down in lounge close to where they were. She watched Gwen and Henry for a long time, including when she was pretending not to. She watched Henry put sunscreen on himself and then on his wife. She watched Henry get the towels, and arrange the seats. She watched Henry do whatever his wife asked, whenever she wanted him to. She watched how deferential the husband was to his wife. She studied, fascinated, the substantial physical differences between the two. Finally, when she saw the wife send the husband—their wedding rings looked new—off to fetch lunch and drinks in the early afternoon, she could not resist striking up a conversation with the former.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, I love how nice your husband is being to you! He's certainly taking good care of you. Are you newlyweds?" She asked knowing full well that the answer was yes, but it helped break the ice and start the conversation.

"Yes, yes we are! And we are so happy to now be married. Are you married, too?"

"Yes, but not newly. We are on vacation. My husband is off on a deep-sea fishing trip today."

At was at this moment that Henry returned with some sandwiches for lunch.

"And this is Henry, my newly minted husband. I'm Gwendolyn—Gwendolyn Deaveraux—but most people call me Gwen." She looked expectantly at the other woman.

"Beth. Beth Davenport. I'm pleased to meet you both."

Henry was finally able to say his hellos, having finally put all the things down he was carrying, including one bag with his mouth.

"Beth was just complimenting you on how well you take care of me!"

"Thank you. Well, the way I see it, it's my job. I always like to take good care of the boss!" That had sorta just slipped out of Henry's mouth naturally, and Beth took notice.

"The boss? You think of her as your boss?"

Henry blushed a bit and replied: "It's a term of endearment, to be sure, but yes, I defer to Gwen on most things. I like it that way, frankly. I think of her as the CEO and CFO—and she makes good decisions, so why not just follow her lead?"

Beth wasn't quite sure what to make of this. It was not how things worked in her marriage—her husband made many of the decisions, although they were a bit more equal than some.

Finally, after a decent interval of silence: "Deaveraux. Is that French?" she asked looking at Henry.

He hesitated for a moment, but just a moment, and said, "I don't know. Gwen is your family name French?"

It took a couple of seconds of the deliberate silence that Gwen allowed before answering. In those moments, it sank in to Beth that Henry had taken her name. Gwen saw the recognition when Beth's eyes widened noticeably. Finally, Gwen answered. "Quebecois, so I guess it is French originally. My parents never discussed family history much, partly because I don't think they know much of the history."

"Oh, that's, uh, that's interesting." Beth waited a few seconds before she could no longer avoid asking. "So, uh, Henry, you took Gwen's name? That's a little unusual." Gwen just smiled at this and decided to let Henry answer, at least at first.

"Well, yes, I guess it is." Henry thought for a few moments more and then said to himself, aw, fuck it, I'm never going to see this woman again, what do I care—and Gwen isn't waving me off from talking about it. "You see, Gwen and I decided, even before we were married, that our relationship was going to be a bit different. We want to have kids, but her career is far more successful—or at least lucrative—than mine, so I will become the stay-at-home dad. A house husband, if you will. And, well, in that case, since Gwen's career was prominent and well-established, it made more sense for me to take her name."

Beth hesitated to probe further but couldn't help herself. "Uh, couldn't you have just kept your own names?"

"Yes, but then what name would the children have? And, frankly, Gwen [nodding to his wife] didn't want it that way. We both agree one spouse really has to be the boss and that it should be her. CEO is really the right way to think about it. We discuss everything but, as I said earlier, Gwen has the final say."

Beth took all this in, as it sounded fairly alien to her. And she sized up both Gwen and Henry again—the physical differences between them seemed to loom even larger in her mind now. Beth understood, now that Gwen was the dominant partner and Henry acceded—submitted?—to her authority. She couldn't help but wonder how far they carried that dominant-submissive aspect of their relationship. She wasn't naïve, after all, but she didn't think that their sex life was an appropriate topic to ask about.

Gwen and Beth spent a good part of the afternoon chatting about various things and they grew pretty comfortable with each other as the day wore on. Henry ran any errands that needed doing and otherwise spent a fair amount of the time reading while his wife and her new friend chatted.

However, the nature of Gwen's relationship eventually got the better of Beth. She couldn't help but ask about it when Henry was away doing some swimming. She and Gwen had kind of become friends that afternoon, the kind you sometimes meet on a trip where you just hit it off and find them easy to talk to.

"So, I have to ask, but please tell me to mind my own business if you want, but I'm just so curious because, well, let's face it, you and Henry are so different physically, how's the whole bedroom room/sex life thing? I mean..."

Gwen debated her answer for few moments, while Beth's meandered on in a circle, but then, leaning over to speak quietly, finally just decided to answer directly: "I know what you're asking. And yes, I dominate Henry in the bedroom—sexually, too. We both love it!" Gwen leaned back and winked at Beth.

Beth hesitated for a moment, smiled in return, a little shocked that she got an answer, but not too surprised at the answer, and in some ways a little envious of how much power and control Gwen had in the marriage. Beth wished she had at least a little bit more of that in hers.

"Really?!? Wow! Huh. Um, if you're willing, would you mind sharing a little—I'm not looking for graphic details, mind you, but I am vicariously curious about what that means and involves."

Gwen contemplated this for a moment. If they were back home, she wouldn't entertain this at all because it wouldn't do for either her or Henry to be thought of as weirdos. But Beth seems nice and open enough and, well, they would never see her again after this trip.

"Hmmm. Well, let's just say our sex life is focused on my pleasure and Henry serves me as I demand. And, yeah, there is some spanking, too. But we both just love it!" Gwen repeated, but felt no need to get too detailed.

"And, uh, are, are you on top?" She wondered about how that would go for Henry.

Gwen just winked at Beth, a clear indication of the affirmative.

"Oh, wow!" Beth couldn't help but feel some tingle of excitement in her own nether region as she imagined what Gwen had said, as she imagined what it looked like for a such a large woman to be sexually dominating that smaller man. She herself had little experience with anything along the lines of kinky sex.

Henry returned soon thereafter and the newlyweds started to pack up and head back to the room. It was late in the afternoon, and before dinner sex was on the agenda pretty much every day they were going to be there. Beth watched as Henry did most of the work gathering and carrying.