The Perfect Beginning Ch. 29

This is the 29th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.

What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.

The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.

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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.

A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Often young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

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The Wedding

It was come at last.  Michele and Devon would be married on this weekend and Tim was in a dissociative state.  He was emotionally absent and meandered through the week leading up to the big day totally void of spirit. 

Michele had been in town and though living under the same roof, co-owned by she and her mother, she treated him as though he were her most useful house servant and little more. 

He was terrified as to what would become of him.  Certainly, if She and Devon ever moved back...

Not showering Tim with attention, not reaffirming her affection for Tim by totally dominating him in the most intimate way and every other way, was a challenge for Michele.  She wanted to be with him.  She wanted to do things with him and just connect.  She was dying to bring him back to her bed and into her life, but she resisted. She burned with a white hot passionate desire to put her boy over her knee. 

All week long, she orchestrated events leading up to the wedding.  She'd consulted with Krista and Sister Ann and worked out the details.  Sister Ann would marry them, of that there was no question.  They had dinner parties to prep for and friends to welcome and to get cozy with. The rehearsal dinner was on a Thursday and was an all night affair, but Tim was not even invited.

Friday was a day of casual gathering at Michele's estate. It was set up as a spa day with professional attendants stationed within the various guest houses scattered around the property. Friends breezed in and out at leisure though most relaxed into a day of saunas, jacuzzis, massage, facials, mani/pedis and fine wine and food.

The ceremony was to take place on Saturday, on Michele's property.  The grounds were so spacious and so well groomed that it was a perfect place for the young couple's nuptials.  The azure sky reached down and kissed the palm trees, majestic oaks and rolling hills along with the evergreen lawn.

That morning Michele woke Tim who was sleeping in his own bed.  Donna sent him to his own room as she was entertaining a gentleman caller.  "Mother's busy this evening, honey.  Go to your room and go right to sleep.  We have a big day planned for tomorrow."  

He awoke to Michele.  Actually, he awoke to Michele every morning, yet this time she was actually present.  After so long apart and especially how she'd treated him all week, it was weird to find Michele sitting on his bed, looking him in the eye.

"Mmmmm, hi." 

He stretched as Michele handed him a glass of water.  When he'd finished it, she reached out and held his face in her hands.  "Today's our big day."

He thought that a strange way to phrase her wedding to Devon.  His duties had been laid out for him: he'd be serving guests.  It had all been worked out and explained to him.  He'd be answering to Gretchen all day.  He even knew Mother was fitting him with a chastity device for the event. 

It would be the cruelest day of his life.  She seemed to be mocking him and he had to wonder if she knew how hurtful she was being.

"Tim, today I'm going to marry you.  I'm going to make you my boy-bride.  I'm going to make you my wife."  She smiled at him with all her heart.

"What?"  He was totally confused. 

Is this a joke? Joking about this? Too cruel. 

"What are you talking about?"

"Some years ago, you were doing cartwheels over the idea of being my cute, little hubby.  I thought I was making your dream come true?"

"I...I don't understand.  You and Devon..."

"I love Devon.  He's wonderful and I have no reason to think we won't be close friends for many years to come.  But I don't want to marry Devon, I want to marry you." 

She paused and smiled at his bewilderment.  She leaned in and kissed him and when she pulled away, she saw the tears run down his cheeks.  It was both endearing and totally hot.  This is what she loved about being with her boy.  She loved overwhelming him.

Michele got in bed with him, took off her cute, little nightgown top and pulled him down to her breasts.  "Shhhhh, there, there.  I'm back and it's all going to be okay."

He gently but hungrily suckled on her hard nipples and they both felt contentment and arousal in equal measure.

He'd been in her house, but now suckling Her nipple and with Her affection, he was home at last!  Pleasing Michele was his validation and though he did not trust this to last, he clung both to Michele and the sense, however fleeting, of purpose she gave him.  Not only did he feel at home, he felt a spiritual vitality he'd not experienced in nearly two years.

Dreaming? Am I dreaming?

She felt his tears on her chest and smiled down at him.  "Today I will make you my boy bride and from now on, you will be the wife I've always dreamed of owning.  I don't mean you will be Kimberly, though sometimes...  I mean that at all times, you will know your place and always work to know your purpose.  We will work together to give you purpose.  I alone will give you purpose and meaning. I will define you."

Tim could not have felt more reassured as he knew Michele was his purpose.  He tried to temper his expectations as he felt he had awoken to a dream.

As he suckled, he listened attentively.  He'd learned years ago, his own sexual arousal was no excuse to zone out.  It did not always work and often he'd been punished for failure, but he'd been trained to be his most attentive when hard.

"It won't always be easy, you know.  Sometimes it will be hard.  I want to know that I can always rely on you.  You will need to try you hardest to be the best little house hubby...the best little wifey you can be." 

She reached down and gave him a nice little smack on his bottom and was pleased to see him arch his spine so as to offer up his ass for more if she desired it.  His ass was made for spanking and he'd never been more grateful to know this fundamental truth.

I'm a spank-bottom!

With profound satisfaction:

That's my bitch.

Michele could not have been more pleased. 

This is how it is supposed to be. 

It was simple, really.  She'd experimented, had fun and got carried away by it all.  She was so grateful that Devon and she did not make a huge mistake. 

This was the life she wanted and at times, felt destined for.  Once more:

This is how it is supposed to be. 

She looked down at her suckling boy and appreciated that they both felt great contentment. 

Gently patting him on the head, "Good bitch."

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Michele waited with Krista and Sister Ann for her bride to walk the isle. 

It was a perfect California day in the springtime.  The sky was blue and the grass was green and everything about their little wedding felt right. 

Michele looked out and made eye contact with so many of her guests, all of whom meant so much to her.  Of course Becky was on the other side of Sister Ann, nervously and happily awaiting Tim's arrival.  She looked as stunning as ever and made the perfect little bride's maid for Tim. 

Michele spied Dorothy who had left her husband back in England but who was accompanied by a very handsome and extremely young man.  Though likely of legal age, Michele did wonder.  She laughed to herself at the wonderment of what Dorothy was doing with the youngster and how far she'd come since knowing her.  She could not help but smile and wonder if Dorothy, like Donna, now had a son of her own.  On her other side was Miranda with her own stunning boy.  If anything, he looked older than Dorothy's boy. 

Of course all The Ladies were present.  Most brought men but several brought their girlfriends or wives.  Missy Thompson was there flanked by her little brother on one side and some other very handsome young woman on her other.  Michele always admired what a badass rebel Missy was.  She was just so confident and so hot. 

Mai and Minn were there as well.  Brenda waved. 

And there in the back was Devon.  She could hear him in her head: Go get 'em, girl!

Here Comes the Bride, signaled the arrival of the little wifey to be and all turned to watch.  Down the center isle came Tim who's hand was held by his mother, Donna.  

Just look at my little bitch! 

He looked both joyous and flustered.  Michele knew he was still completely overwhelmed by the change of events. 

She did not blame him in the least.  He looked so handsome walking with her mother.  He wore a perfectly tailored tux, (one that fit almost snuggly at the crotch and showed off his pert, muscular bottom) and he looked a little sheepish holding before him, the bouquet and below that, a massive hard-on. 

He did not want to do the traditional bridal stroll down the aisle but once more, he was grateful to be forced to do so against his will.  And with it, he felt embarrassment, powerlessness, arousal and love along with a profound sense that things were back to the way they were supposed to be.  

Delighted laugher floated through the ceremony as several women appreciated the appearance of the "bride to be."  It was unclear if it was the fact that Michele's boy was doing the bridal walk, his very obvious hard-on or some other source of humor that tickled their funny bones, but Tim felt himself go flush. 

As his humiliation reached its peak, he felt that he was about to be overcome with anxiety and was very frightened by what might be the outcome.  And he was grateful to be feeling all the fear, confusion and anxiety at Michele's hand once again. Little Missy was in quite an excited state and was literally throbbing in his pants. 

In that moment, only one thing in the whole world mattered to him.  He looked to Michele and he really saw Her.  He saw her beauty, but he also saw his Master and Goddess.  Emotionally, She steadied him and he regained his will and purpose.  He would always go to Her.  Always.

Once again, after going a long time without it, each felt the rightness of what was happening.  This was good and each felt a sense of peace, deep down in their souls.

Sister Ann spoke about how God was fundamentally about love and how She brought people together in strange and unexpected ways.  She talked about how God The Mother wanted us to take care of one another and about how She helped us find our way, and through prayer, sent us signs that we needed to learn to follow.  She spoke of the sanctity of marriage and the responsibilities and challenges that came with it. 

Looking to Tim, Sister Ann radiated spiritual wisdom and near perfect physical grace and she spoke of how Timmy had changed and had grown over the decades, how he'd reached a level of acceptance with himself and the people in his life that were the most important to him.  Tim had received God's Word.  She praised him for this and he took comfort from her words.  

She looked to Michele and spoke of her "Young Sister," citing what a dynamic, beautiful and brilliant young woman she was.  She spoke of how well the young couple complimented one another.

Looking out at the gathered, "I'll read now from Effesians."  She paused and then began, "'Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord. For a husband has authority over Her wife just as Chris has authority over the church; and Chris is herself the Savior of the church, her body.  And so wives must submit themselves completely to their husbands just as the church submits itself to Chris. Husbands, love your wives just as Chris loved the church and gave her life for it. She did this to dedicate the church to God by her word, after making it clean by washing it in water, in order to present the church to herself in all its beauty - pure and faultless, without spot or wrinkle or any other imperfection.

Women ought to love their wives just as they love their own bodies. A woman who loves her wife loves herself. None of us ever hate our own bodies. Instead, we feed them, and take care of them, just as Chris does the church; for we are members of her body.'

As the scripture says, 'For this reason a woman will leave her Mother and father and unite with her wife, and the two will become one.' There is a deep secret truth revealed in this scripture, which I understand as applying to Chris and the church. But it also applies to you: every husband must love her wife as herself, and every wife must respect his husband.'

"A good, submissive wife will honor, respect and obey his husband as he honors, respects and obeys God The Mother.  Tim, you are the bride and you will make a good wife to Michele.  Know your place.

"I'll not let this wait.  Let us all enjoy this moment."  Turning to the groom.

"Michele will you have this boy to be your wife, and will you promise your life to him in all love and honor, in all guidance and service, in all faith and tenderness, to live with him, cherish him, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?"

"I will." Michele smiled the light of a million suns and all gathered, basked in her beauty.  At once, all the assembled couples snuggled into one another. 

Then to the bride.  "Tim, will you have this Woman to be your husband, and will you promise your life to Her, in all love and honor, in all duty and service, in all faith and tenderness, to live with Her, and cherish Her, to respect Her and obey Her, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?"

Looking Michele in the eye, "Yes."

"The blessing is allowed and made all the more sacred to the couple which comes to the marriage altar with the approval and blessings of their elders. Who has the honor of presenting this wife to be married to this woman?"

"The boy's rightful mother, of course.  I do," replied Donna.

"He is being given from one to another, as God says it should be.

"Marriage is not something that two people invent, or construct by themselves. It takes a far wider community of family and friends to make any marriage work. Each of you have been invited here today because you are a part of that community. Therefore, having heard Michele and Tim state their intentions to each other and to God in this Service of Marriage, do you, pledge to support their union and to strengthen their lives together, to speak the truth to them in love, and with them to seek a life of love for others?" 

In unison and with joy, "We do!"

Tim felt a shiver run down his spine as he imagined each of them taking the opportunity to spank and punish him in support of Michele.

She turned to Michele, "It is time to take the bride's hand."

Tim offered his hand somewhat furtively and Michele reached out confidently and took his in her own.

Michele began, "I take Tim to be my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, to guide with love, until death do us part."

Then Michele took Tim's other hand.

He spoke, "I freely give myself to Michele and accept my place beneath her, I promise to love, support, serve and obey my husband, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, until death do us part."

Krista stepped to Sister Ann, offering the rings. Sister Ann placed the rather large and obscure offerings in the pocket of her habit.  The other ring she passed to Michele.  Michele put it on Tim's fourth finger and repeated after Sister Ann, "This ring I give to you, in token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Donna stepped forward and placed a ring in Ann's hand who in turned passed it to Tim.  He repeated after her, "This ring I give you, in token and pledge, of your constant guidance and abiding love."

"Let us pray.

"Most merciful and gracious God, in whom we live and move and have our being, bestow upon these your servants the seal of your approval, and benediction; granting unto them grace to fulfill, with pure and steadfast affection, the vow and covenant between them made. Guide them together, we ask, in the way of justice and peace, that, loving and serving you, with one heart and mind, all the days of their life, they may be abundantly enriched with the tokens of your everlasting favor, in Jesse Chris our Lord.  Amen."