Femdom Wedding, Marriage and slave husband
Slave Karl's Life
Author's note: The following is about 95% true, with only a little of embellishment from time to time. Hope you enjoy.
Part One
We met online, a local BBS. It was an adult BBS, so it was well described in everyone's BIO what each person had an interest in, especially sexually. I had filled out mine, truthfully, as a submissive guy, wanting to be "owned" by a domineering woman.
She began a chat with me online, and after a couple of weeks we arranged to meet face to face. She was gorgeous, sexy, perfect!
We began to see each other every single day from thereon. She made me hot, horny, and begging. But at first there was no sex. After our dates I would come home and masturbate furiously. Sometimes 3 or 4 times in a night, thinking, dreaming of her towering over me.
Eventually we became intimate. Not in a Mistress/slave way, but in a purely vanilla way. It was hot and frantic. Still, the only way i could achieve orgasm was to imagine Her domineering over me. Then i would cum intensely.
Meet Mistress J. She owns me, i am Her loyal husband. Her body, Her beauty, Her mind, Her dominance, and Her sexuality captivate me.
When i met Mistress i was overweight, not in very good health, a smoker, living a fast lifestyle. Clubbing was a normal event several times a week. i was single.
Today i am married to Mistress J. i am the loyal, doting, obedient husband. She has gotten me in great physical shape, no more smoking, and i am now a homebody, there to fulfill Her every whim. I even lost control of the TV remote, and am all the happier for it.
How does She do it? Simple carrot & stick philosophy. i am naturally submissive to women, so this is a major push forward. Beyond that, i am kept compliant with Her wishes by restricted orgasms, various means of punishment, and simply being permitted to be in Her presence. i consider myself fortunate to be Her husband, Her slave, Her toy, Her best friend, and Her partner in life.
My life has changed dramatically from the life before Mistress J. i had no direction, She has pointed the way. Shortly after we began dating i lost much right to privacy. The bathroom door had to be left wide open, with the light on while i would relieve myself (this was to make certain i wasn't jerking off in there). This tradition continues today. i eventually lost all right to any TV shows i wanted to watch. Any porno tapes i had of a vanilla nature were tossed out. i was restricted to regular viewing of FemDom porno videotapes, although this has been relaxed a bit.
She now revels in having me watch a guy getting a blow job, then throwing it in my face.
"See, that is what a real man gets rewarded with."
i never owned a bikini, much less a g-string to wear in public, and used to think that guys that wore them must be gay. Now i am one of those guys, as She has me wear them exclusively.
It began in earnest on our wedding night. i was horny throughout the wedding vows and the following reception, as She had denied me sex for the previous week. Underneath my tuxedo She had me wear a white garter, stockings & satin panties. My cock was kept aroused with an English style cock & ball harness.
Upon carrying Mistress into our hotel room, i was made to strip, and light several candles that She had laid out earlier. i was naked, kneeling before Her wearing only the harness. My cock was hard & purple and ready to burst. She unzipped Her white wedding dress to reveal the exact lingerie i had been wearing, with the addition of a very nice white bra.
Grabbing my hard cock she said:
"I see you like my choice of lingerie. If you're a good boy, I may let you touch it. I am so wet, so horny you have no idea. I can hardly wait to get your tongue inside me. So here, I have already signed, sign away because I don't think I can wait another minute."
She handed me the Husbandry Contract we had made up over the last few weeks. It was exactly a slave contract. The definition of a husband in the contract is that of a slave to the wife. It was a very basic and broad contract, but it was supported with a much lengthier Husbandry Rules. The rules are several pages long, whereas the contract itself is only two pages.
We had already given our wedding vows earlier that day, and here i was making another, more engaging promise. By the way, in our wedding vows, we had added the words "to love, honor and obey" for me to say. The notary thought it a bit odd, but went along. No one at the reception mentioned it.
Mistress could change the Rules only. i was basically agreeing to take care of all the regular domestic duties, make Her comfortable, care for Her needs, and generally serve Her every whim. Also i knew when we got back from our honeymoon, that we would be signing contracts to turn over all my possessions to Her, including my businesses, home, clothing, etc. It was similar to the movie The First Wives Club. I signed the contract willingly, and a copy of it is framed in my small closet so i can see it every day.
Once it was signed, we had one of our most intense sexual sessions to date. She came perhaps three or four times. Near the end She permitted me an orgasm. The last i would have for three months time.
It was also the last time i took pleasure in having a woman put her tongue on my cock. One of the greatest physical pleasures i have sacrificed.
i would be wearing a chastity device during that time to make certain when alone, i would not "accidentally" ejaculate. We had agreed to this as well.
Mistress's motto is "a horny husband, is an obedient husband".
This is what She genuinely tells Her vanilla friends, sometimes right in front of me and other husbands. She really means,
"A horny slave, is an obedient slave."
Part two - The honeymoon starts
Our honeymoon was fantastic. It was at an island resort in Jamaica called Hedonism II. We had gotten engaged there the year before, and go back once a year for our anniversaries.
It is a place that most things are tolerated, even a man being lead via a leash by his wife. Mistress had packed my bag two nights before. It contained only two g-string swimsuits, two short shorts, two shirts, and as many of our sex toys She could cram in there. There were no sex toys in Her bags as She knew the risk of having a bag inspected and she certainly didn't want to endure the embarrassment, she left that up to me. Her bag was filled with the normal womanly things: makeup, skirts, blouses, skimpy g-string bikinis (God does She looks awesome in a g-string).
Upon our arrival at Montego Bay, we both went to the airport rest rooms to change into the outfits Mistress wanted us in. Mistress came out looking incredibly sexy, but not slutty - a big difference. The outfit She had decided on for me however was a bit different: sandals, a light green g-string, white gauze (see-thru) short shorts, a white tank top, and a metal doggie collar that is closed with a padlock. My chastity device was still padlocked in place as well - and yes it does pass through airport security devices.
We find our bus to take us to Hedo, and we are both ecstatic. We are very horny exhibitionists, just married, our whole lives ahead of us, totally into the idea of experiencing new things. It is also the very beginning of us as a Mistress/slave relationship, signed, sealed & delivered.
Prior to our marriage we had strong, intense sessions. And it was clear She was the dominant one in the relationship, however it seemed much more complete now that we were married. Prior to the previous day we were very into the Mistress/slave roles, almost 24/7; the marriage just seemed to make it permanent for us.
Upon arriving at the resort, we checked in, and went to our room on the nude side of the beach. We got naked right away, and couldn't wait to get to the beach and get some drinks in us. It was late afternoon...
Mistress told me to unpack while she scoped out the beach. She stripped, took a towel and practically ran out toward the beach. I stripped except of course for the collar & chastity device, which i thought She would have unlocked by now so i could join Her.
i unpacked everything. Most of the sex toys i displayed on the coffee table and the dresser. We had brought with us three of our dildos, chin dildo harness, two vibrators, Wet Stuff, a couple different paddles, two butt plugs, and nipple clamps. For dress up, we had various slutty things, a baby doll dress, latex panties/g-strings, etc. i put Her favorite dong in the shower, as i know She loves that particular one while soaking in a tub.
i was so horny and frustrated i truly didn't know what to do. When was She coming back to unlock me so i could check out the beach too? i waited a while and decided to take a shower, that way i could have a fresh shave of my pubic area for Her.
She came in the door a bit later, mad as hell that i had not joined Her out at the beach! i learned for the first time that the chastity device was meant to stay on the entire trip. Boy was that a rude awakening.
"You mean those people out there are going to see my cock in these rubber gates of hell, padlocked?"
i didn't know how to react. On one hand it was incredibly sexually exciting to me, but on the other horribly embarrassing! she acted like it was no big deal, and gave me a couple swats on my ass. She took a shower and we got ready for dinner.
At the buffet line i held her plate as She piled on the food. i brought it to a table away from most other people, and we sat. She told me to get Her a drink, i would not be drinking any alcohol this trip, or perhaps forever, but she would permit me to have as much water as i wanted, and i would eat any leftovers from her plate.
She spoke to me like i was just a little boy, unable to make up my own mind for myself. i was in heaven, in ecstasy. my little cock was trying to get hard, but was still kept captive in its confines.
After returning with Her drink I found another couple, and an older lady had arrived at our table, and Mistress was deep in conversation. The others at the table kept looking at me, looking at my collar with curiosity but never said anything. we told them we were newly weds. i was/am always introduced as Her husband. of course just using the term "husband" was/is enough to send me over the edge, as to me it really means "slave". And the way Mistress referred to me, almost like i wasn't even there, i am sure gave them the impression i was this little hen-pecked husband.
My guy friends call me "pussy-whipped", which i secretly get sexually excited about.
We learned that later that night was sleepwear night. You were expected to arrive at the disco wearing what you would normally wear to bed. Mistress had me in exaggerated ruffled pink panties - ONLY.
She wore a very exciting leather thong, leather demi-bra, and black thigh-high stockings. She looked like this cute girl-next-door had suddenly seen a bondage film and couldn't wait to play dress up. She looked HOT!
There was a crossdresser guy there with his wife, regular pajama people, some sexy underwear people, etc. We met some great people, had a blast. came back to our room, opened our window, and my tongue made love to my wife's clit while i worked a small 6" dildo in and out of Her succulent vagina.
Again, as would be the case with most of our days/nights at Hedo, she probably woke up half the resort, screaming out Her lungs
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Harder Harder! Fuck Me Fuck Me! I'm cumming!!!!"
As arousing as She is when She does cum, it is equally embarrassing. We stayed up most of that first night talking, and talking. she got horny once more, and she came again, although not quite as obviously as before to the other guests.
We laid underneath the mirrored ceiling talking about our more established roles we had signed ourselves up for. we were both so excited about how our first 24 hours had gone, and what we could expect for the future. she was telling me about her fantasies, and i would tell my own. We talked about the limits we expected us to have toward one another. We drifted of to sleep in each other's arms that night, both contented.
i woke up early as usual. My regular morning erection was painfully trying to escape its confinement, with no success. Later, as time passes, my penis will learn not to get hard at all.
i had my morning run to make. Since our getting together, Mistress has turned me into fitness fanatic. She did so by combining sexuality with fitness. Various rewards for following a particular regimen. Plus working out in skimpy outfits provided extra motivation. Now my body looks great, and i am incredibly healthy with immense energy!
i ran what seemed like 3 miles, then went over to the fitness area. It was outside, covered, with lots of mirrors around. i couldn't help but look at my body in the workout bikini Mistress had told me to wear.
There was another girl there, very trim, very sexy, but oddly i had no sexual feelings for Her whatsoever. It was a profound moment that i still recall. i had no desire to fantasize about this chick at all, wondering what she would look like naked (even though with her tight outfit, it was kinda' transparent).
There was another guy, in regular gym shorts & shirt. i had a great bod, but not much of a tan - planning to work on that one. i worked out with their machines & free weights. i was pumped!
Came back to the room. Knocked a few times (She had not allowed me to be given a key to the room).
"Wait a minute you fuckin' slut. Kneel at the door."
There i was kneeling at the door wearing this little white Speedo bikini, praying no one would be walking by seeing me on my knees, getting hornier by the second.
Mistress didn't unlock the door for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually 5 or 6 minutes. When She opened the door she had strapped on our biggest cock and it was starring me directly in the face. She shook Her hips too, so the phallus looked rude, and i knew She was looking for some fun. She walked backward and i crawled inside. She had me sucking on that cock in seconds.
She was also wearing the latex panty that i knew had little clitoral stimulators on the inside, so as i sucked and licked this cock for all i was worth i was conscious enough to apply pressure to the base, and rub the base up and down from time to time, so as She would get some incredible sexual pleasure.
All kinds of things were spiralling through my mind. We hadn't had this much sex since we first started dating! This new arrangement was working out incredibly well, outside of the fact that i have yet to orgasm.
She soon came, then fell down on the bed to take a rest. It was an interesting sight to see this huge cock standing straight up from Mistress. Almost scary. Soon She took the dildo & harness off, then the panty, for which i obliged in cleaning with my tongue. What a rush! Her sweat and Her juices - i was in complete heaven! i even remember thinking right then that if i died right now, i would be a happy man.
Part three - The Honeymoon continues
Breakfast was next. We both arrived in just skimpy bikinis (not thongs) and t-shirts.
We talked about what we would do that day. Scuba diving and water skiing were on our agenda for the day according to Mistress. One couple that Mistress was speaking with at last nights' pajama party sat next to us again that morning.
They were Mike and Linda. Our age. Sexy. i felt Mistress bringing the conversation to a possible group sexual session for later. Whereas this excited me, and we had talked about it, i was incredibly nervous.
They were going to be going scuba diving too that morning, and wondered if they wanted us to meet them in there room.
Mistress said sure!
i was thinking, why?
Around 9AM, we had signed up for the scuba trip, changed in our room to his-and-Her g-strings, t-shirts; and headed for Mike & Linda's room. They invited us in even though Mike was just wearing his jockeys and Linda was just in a bikini bottom and no top. They were smoking some weed, we declined their invitation to join in a smoke.
Mike had a noticeable semi-erection. Mistress blurts out that She burned all my Jockeys & Fruit of the Loom underwear on our 10th date. Linda was intrigued and questioned me,
"So you don't wear underwear?"
"the little faggot wears panties under his work clothes," chimed in Mistress.
This led to great laughter on everyone's part, and a small congenial smile from me. They were hysterical with laughter.
i was made to stand at that time, because Linda wanted to check out the chastity device Mistress J had told Her about. i had to drop my g-string and stand on a chair for both Mike & Linda's inspection. They were absolutely fascinated. They had never seen anything like it. Soon we got ready for the scuba trip, and secretly and humbly i was hornier than ever after being put through that humiliation.
At the boat we were given general instructions. There were people on the boat from the prude beach, so the dive Master told us we couldn't go naked, but he approvingly ogled Mistress as well as Linda. Mike wore regular men's swim trunks, and he basically didn't say much to me, only talking to Mistress. The dive went well. It was two tanks: one a reef and one a plane wreck. Watching Mistress in the water, watching Her body float was highly erotic to me. i was deeply wanted to go down on her right there in the water.
On the way back we were tired and hungry. Once in the room, Mistress sent me for food. Mike & Linda went their own way. There was strong sexual tension anytime we were with them.
After eating a light lunch, and Mistress had some more drinks and she was a bit tipsy. She gave my ass a hard beating so it was beet-red on each cheek.
We made our way to the nude hot tub, enjoying a nice soak. Mistress every five minutes making some request, no matter how small, just so i would have to get up and do something for Her. This was not only a great power trip for Her, but also a great turn on, and i knew this. i would be made to get out of the tub and it was very clear that my ass had recently been paddled to hell - beet red on each cheek. Besides this afforded Her the opportunity to answer questions about my chastity device, after i left to fetch food, drinks or whatever.
The week went much like the above. We never actually had sexual contact with another couple, although it would have been really easy to do so. We had incredible sex while there. Toga Night was outrageous: i wore a fundashi (sp?) and Mistress wrote "SLUT" on one asscheck and "BOY TOY" on the other. She was equally sexually wrapped up. There was dress up night where i was a little girl, and Mistress was a sexy farm girl. And so on.....
So how have things been since then? AWESOME, if you ask either one of us!
Our homelife is great! Although we do not do any real scening (meaning going to play parties, fetish parties, etc.) we have comfortably gotten into a Mistress/slave lifestyle. although we both do work at Mistress's company, which does keep us pretty busy.
We have read many books on FemDom relationships/marriages. We have a computer program from Ms. Christine that has helped us a great deal.
We have a set of rules that keeps me on my toes (or knees), and Mistress always seems happy. there is nothing to argue about when it is just one person making the commands, and the other happily follows them through. There are times that limits are met or slightly exceeded, but those are rare, and those would be the only times that we may have a disagreement.
i am still in my chastity device, and we have tried longer periods of time from when we first began. i am now only let out twice a year. At this writing we have been married just over 4 years.
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