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Kathryn's Wedding Day
By
Susan Day
This is a story of a chat between Penelope Primrose, usually known
as 'Auntie', and her old schoolfriend, Kathryn.
Dominant Kathryn marries Gary. Then, when they are alone in their
hotel room, he becomes her bride and the wedding takes them on a
different journey.
(number two in a series of chats)
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Back from her honeymoon, Kathryn came straight to visit me at the
office where I was still breaking in my secretary, Daisy Dowding.
Kathryn always liked to tease Daisy about how down and dowdy she
looked in her low-heeled court shoes, grey skirts, white blouse
trimmed with lace, matching pearl earrings, necklace and bracelet,
her hair in a bun and half moon spectacles. I am sure Daisy didn't
mind really as she quite enjoyed being the dowdy secretary. It didn't
matter anyway as Daisy had learned to do as she was told.
I was so pleased to see Kathryn. Her wedding had been such a lovely
outing for all of our group of friends, but Kathryn was due to
organise a Safari holiday for us. We'd all been looking to it so much
we just wanted her to get back and get on with it. A bit selfish I
know, but Kathryn could enjoy life with her husband anytime - we
wanted the girls to get back to nature.
She breezed in, sat down and started talking. Daisy brought coffee
and sat on Kathryn's lap while Kathryn told me all about her wedding
day - the bits I didn't already know. I didn't get a word in
edgeways. She just blurted it all out. She's always very chatty, but
this was a record even for her: about 21 to the dozen I think. I just
smiled and listened.
Then, almost as quickly as she'd arrived, she brushed Daisy off her
lap, finished her coffee, which was still warm, blew me a kiss and
whooshed out.
"Can't stop," she called from the doorway. "I have all those tickets
to book. Make sure you tell all your friends about the day. I will be
round next week with all the wedding photos." And she was gone.
Daisy smiled at me as she cleared the cups away.
Kathryn had told me so much in so short a time, I felt I had to work
quickly to note it all down before I started to forget all that juicy
detail I know you all love. Daisy sat ready on her little pink chair
at her little pink desk as I dictated.
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The sounds of cheering and laughter were still ringing in their ears.
Alone at last, they giggled and stumbled to their room. A little
tipsy, they struggled with the keys and, when the door opened, they
paused. Kathryn carried Gary over the threshold and they tumbled in
and onto the bed laughing on the happiest day of their lives. She had
always said she'd carry him over the threshold to their marital bed.
Although they had planned it, Gary was still a little taken aback by
how quickly and firmly she had lifted him.
Kathryn went back to shut the door. Unknown to Gary, she left the
key in the lock on the outside. He probably wouldn't have wondered
anyway. He was too intent on the night ahead.
The day had been a hectic but rather small affair. They had married
at a register office with just a few of friends present - mainly
Kathryn's female friends she had known since her school days. They
had hired a small room at a nearby hotel where they had celebrated
their union with a fine meal and rather too much wine. Their friends
all had a roaring time. Daniel had been Gary's best man. Kathryn had
chosen him mainly because she had said he was the best man she'd ever
been screwed by. She'd also slept with Daniel's girlfriend, Claire,
but that was a long time ago. Kathryn was pleased, though, when she
threw her posy and Claire caught it. Daniel and Claire had been all
over Kathryn all day and each of them commented on how beautiful
Kathryn looked.
She really did look like a princess. She had chosen the dress very
carefully. It was in white silk with a sweetheart neckline and a
close-fitting bodice with intricate pearl detail. It had puffed
sleeves with long cuffs buttoned with pearls. She wore little lace
gloves with blue silk bows around the wrists. Under layer upon layer
of skirt, she wore stiffened petticoats which made her glide like a
princess. Around the hems of the skirts were sewn little pink and
blue silk roses. These roses were matched by the ones around her
headband which she wore with the lacy veil. Underneath, she wore a
silk slip with a tight figure-hugging corset which gave her the
beautiful hour-glass figure, sheer white stockings and white ankle
boots which helped her to feel as sexy as she looked.
Gary had suggested she wore the traditional 'something old,
something new, something borrowed and something blue' so she had
spent weeks assembling just the right things - for luck. The
'something old' was the choker of pearls she wore around her neck. It
had been her grandmother's. For something new, she wore the ankle
bracelet Gary had bought her. The something blue was easy - blue silk
French knickers. But the something borrowed was a little special. Her
friend, Victoria, had lent her a rather nice dildo a few weeks ago.
Under those silk french knickers, Kathryn was wearing some tight
rubber panties and these held in place the vibrator.
Everyone thought she had been smiling because she was so happy. But
in the car on the way to the reception, she had reached under all her
skirts and, with difficulty, switched on the throbbing hidden lover.
She had secretly nipped up to her room a few times to turn it on when
she wanted more and off when she needed a rest. By the time they made
their way up to their room that evening, she was horny and hot.
Her friends had said it was a great expense to buy such a beautiful
wedding dress for such a short occasion. But she knew what she wanted
and she was ready for it.
The other girls at the wedding were all surprised she had chosen to
marry Gary. He was a bit soppy and seemed completely unlike the kind
of bloke normally seen with Kathryn. Kathryn and Gary had never slept
together, although she had continued to sleep with several former
boyfriends, some of whom were at the wedding, and two of the girls.
In fact, that was the reason she had chosen the boys as guests. Gary
had little say in the proceedings but loved the whole thing. He'd
been having a great afternoon.
-- oOo --
Now, up in their room, he gazed into Kathryn's brown eyes. He knew
what was coming and was looking forward to it. Kathryn almost floated
across to him, filling him with pride. She was his wife. But he knew
how his life was to be. She had told him. He had to agree. He adored
her and would do anything to please her.
She held out her hands to his and lifted him to his feet. Then she
took a step back. "Strip!" she ordered. And he did. In double-quick
time, neatly folding his clothes into a pile on the dressing table.
He stood in front of her, stark naked. She looked down at him. He
was erect but there was little to write home about. Ah well, that's
not why she married him. Ever since they had met he had been like
putty in her hands. He was the ideal man. He was pliable and willing
to please. She could do anything to him and he would do anything for
her.
She took off her wedding ring and held his hand. She slipped the
ring onto his waiting finger. "Now you're mine," she said. "Just as
we agreed. You are mine to have, mine to hold, mine to use and, more
importantly, mine to abuse."
"On your knees, my little darling," she ordered, and he sank gently
to her knees in front of her. "Do you promise to obey me, serve me,
honour me, love me, satisfy me and suffer for my pleasure?"
Gary had been waiting for weeks for this moment. They had rehearsed
it many times. Looking up at her with loving eyes he whispered, "I
do, my darling mistress."
She went across to her suitcase, opened it and pulled out a riding
crop. "Over the chair!" she ordered. But there was little need. Gary
knew what he had to do. She had told him so many times to make sure
he got it right on the night. He stood up, took the chair from next
to the desk, put it in the middle of the room and bent over the back
and gripped the legs.
Kathryn saw his pert white bottom and brought the whip down over his
bottom six times and, as agreed, he spoke after each stroke.
WHACK - "I" - WHACK - "AM" - WHACK - "YOURS" - WHACK - "MY" - WHACK
- "DARLING" - WHACK - "MISTRESS."
Gary the sniffled a little but didn't cry. He felt partly like
crying because of the pain but mostly he felt elated. Everything had
gone well and he was married to the woman of his dreams. She was also
the woman of his nightmares. He knew she had a passion for
domination. He knew he was to be her slave. He knew she had been
equipping the basement in her house for a life of pain - for him. But
he just wanted to live to please her. She knew she had found the
perfect slave. She also looked forward to a life of pleasure and
pain. The pleasure would be all hers of course.
But for now, they both knew they had the wedding celebrations to
complete. Gary put the chair away and stood before his wife and
mistress. "You may begin," she said.
Slowly, surely and respectfully, he started to undress her. First he
lifted her veil and headdress. He put it carefully on the bed. He
undid and took off her lace gloves, then unbuttoned her cuffs. He
unzipped the back of her dress and carefully lifted it over hear
head. He went to the wardrobe and hung it carefully on the back of
the door. He took off her petticoats then knelt down and undid her
ankle boots. He took them off, undid her ankle bracelet, carefully
undid her suspenders and rolled down her stockings. She stepped out
of them and looked down lovingly at her husband. He was doing exactly
as he'd been told. He took down her French knickers and stood up to
undo her corset. She turned around and kissed him on the cheek,
smiling at her obedient slave. The she turned her back on him again
and he unlaced her. As the tight garment was loosened, she sighed
with relief. She stepped out of her slip and turned again to face
him. He loved her body. Her skin and her breasts. She was gorgeous.
He knelt down again and carefully pulled he rubber knickers down.
She stepped out of them and he reached to remove the dildo.
"No," she said. "I will need that for a while." She laid it beside
the bed.
Down on all fours, he started to lick her feet. He kissed each toe
then looked up to her, exactly as he had been told, and said, "I am
ready for you, mistress. Use me for your pleasure."
She took his hands and raised him to his feet again. She looked into
his eyes which were full of longing. She had chosen well. He reached
around her neck and undid the pearls. She took them and fastened them
around his neck. "Go and make yourself ready for me," she said. "I
will make myself comfortable here."
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He carefully gathered up all of her clothes, corset, dress,
everything and went into the bathroom. He took a small vanity case
which he'd brought. He shut the door. He would emerge only when he
was ready to present himself to his mistress.
He took the things out of the vanity case and laid them out. He took
his electric razor and had a good shave all over just to make sure he
was silky smooth. Then he sprayed himself with perfume and put on the
first of the garments that were his dream. He slipped into the slip,
put the corset on and laced it tightly. He squeezed into the rubber
knickers which held his manhood in place. Then he rolled on the
stockings and did up the suspenders. He put the ankle boots on and
tied the laces. Then he clipped on the ankle bracelet. He stepped
into the petticoats and stood looking into the mirror. He was short
of breath, partly with the excitement, but mainly because the corset
was so tight.
He sat in front of the mirror for what must have been an age, making
up his face the way Kathryn had taught him. By the time he had
finished, his cheeks were rouged, his eyes lined, false eyelashes
were fluttering and his lips were glossy and pink. He slipped some
pads into the bra cups of the corset to give him shape and carefully
and with much difficulty, slipped the dress over his head. He brushed
it down and, twisting and straining, did up the zip. He buttoned the
cuffs then stood up straight and admired himself. Not much more to go.
Kathryn had bought him a wig which looked almost exactly like her
own hair had done when she wore the dress. So when he put it on, he
felt as if he was looking at his wife, not his own reflection in the
mirror. He fitted it and combed it, then put on the headdress. Then
he tidied up and put on the gloves. He choked back a tear as he took
one last look in the mirror. He was now going to 'marry' his wife all
over again. But this time with him as the bride.
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He knocked on the bathroom door, opened it slightly and called, "I'm
ready." He was not sure she'd heard. He'd been so long. As he stepped
out, he saw her posy hanging on the outside of the bathroom door. He
thought it was a little odd as he thought he remembered Claire
catching it earlier. Nevertheless, he took it and held it in his
hands as he marched into the room.
"Here comes the bride," came the song as he walked into the room
just as planned. But something was different. There were two voices,
not one. He turned the corner and looked into the room. There on the
bed was his wife with Daniel. He was lying on his back and she was
crouched between his legs. His erect penis was slippery with saliva
and lipstick. They sang "Here comes the Bride" until he stood next to
the bed. Then his wife stood up and looked at him.
"You really are gorgeous," she said. "You are the beautiful,
blushing bride. I really must kiss the bride." And she did. It was a
long, loving kiss. He could taste the hot, salty taste of Daniel's
penis on Kathryn's lips and in her mouth.
"Can you taste him?" she asked.
"Yes, my darling mistress," answered the blushing bride.
"Well in that case, I think the bride should kiss me," said Daniel.
Gary looked at Kathryn and she pointed to Daniel. "Don't keep our
guest waiting," she ordered. "Kiss him. I've been kissing him. He's
almost coming."
Gary looked at the lipstick around Daniel's penis, realised his
mistress wanted this for her pleasure and said "Yes, my darling
mistress." He gathered his skirts and tried to kneel on the edge of
the bed, but the corset was too tight. So he half lay, half slipped
onto the bed and, more by luck than judgement, ended up facing
Daniel's slippery penis. He kissed it and started to lick it. The
taste of his wife's lipstick excited him. He started to take the
penis into his mouth, sucking and licking it. Then almost as soon as
he had started, Daniel exploded into Gary's pink-lipsticked mouth.
Gary Knew he should swallow, so he did, then licked Daniel's penis
until it started to become less hard.
Then Gary struggled to his feet. His wife looked at him. Gary didn't
know what to do next, so he curtsied politely.
"Beautiful, my dear," she said. "You really are the perfect wife.
However, I don't need you now. I'm spending the night with Daniel as
he can give me what I need now." Daniel started to say something but
Kathryn slipped onto the bed and straddled his face so his sounds
were muffled.
"But what am I to do?" said Gary, hastily adding, "my Darling
Mistress," as he knew she wanted him to do.
"You're with me tonight," said a voice from behind. He turned to
face Claire. His jaw dropped as he saw her standing there, a vision
in leather, studs and chains. "Kathryn's lent me some of her new
gear," she said. "It's just as well as she's also said I can help in
her new basement to make sure you're well disciplined."
Gary looked down. He stood back, taking a gasp of breath in horror
as he saw the shape between Claire's legs. From the bed, Kathryn said
"I see you've noticed Claire's little contraption. Just in case you
had any ideas about taking the male role, Claire has kindly offered
to break you in for me. Her room is across the corridor. Now make
sure you're good. Make sure you look after her. Be a good little wife
now."
As Claire led him towards the door, Gary could only think of one
thing to say. "Yes, my darling mistress."
He left the room to the muffled sound of Daniel humming, "here comes
the bride." Claire stopped and nipped into the bathroom as they
passed. When she came out, she opened the door and practically pushed
Gary out. He was worried in case he was seen but there was no one
there. Claire walked across to the unlocked door and beckoned Gary
in. He was glad there was no one there to see them. Especially with
the dildo Claire was wearing.
She whisked him up in her arms and carried him into the room. Then
put him down, shut the door and took out his lipstick. "We can't have
those smudged lips, can we? You look like a tart who's just given
someone a blow job," she laughed. She made his lips up again. All the
while, he couldn't take his eyes off her 'penis'.
He was worried about how his 'lover' was going to treat him. He
looked at her with his wide tear-filled eyes and said, "please be
gentle with me."
That night, Gary was carefully and skilfully seduced by Claire. She
took his headdress and dress off, slipped him out of his petticoats
and took him over to the bed. She laid him down, removed his knickers
and pulled off the rubber panties, skilfully undoing and refastening
the suspenders as she went.
He felt like a tart. He still had his corset and stockings on. He
was still wearing his gloves, his boots and his jewellery, his ankle
bracelet, pearls and, of course, wedding ring. He moved to take off
his wedding ring. It seemed only right.
Claire stopped him. "How do you feel about Kathryn?" she asked.
"She's the woman I love," he answered.
"Then we have something in common." Claire pushed the ring snugly
back on Gary's finger and started to kiss him.
"In the other room, my boyfriend is doing to your wife what I want
to do to her," she said, smothering him with her kisses. "As I make
love to you tonight, I want you to know that I'll be thinking of
doing it to her."
With that, she turned Gary over. He noticed handcuffs on the brass
headboard. She clasped his wrists and reached down to cuff his ankles
to the other end. She had been well prepared. She pushed a pillow
under his hips to make him stick up. He was helpless, but he wasn't
struggling.
"I love you, Kathryn," said Claire as she mounted him. As he felt
her penis enter him, he replied, "and I love you, Claire."
They made love as Kathryn and Claire. First, Claire taking her
virginity. Then screwing and screwing until 'Kathryn' came and came.
Finally, Claire freed Gary from the cuffs and undressed him. He
undressed her and they lay on the bed, free of all constraints. Then
Claire took out two nighties, put one on and gave the other to Gary.
"Put this on," she said. "It's one of Kathryn's. I borrowed it when I
was round last week helping her to fit the dress."
Gary put it on. Claire pulled him into bed and he slid down between
her legs. As his tongue slipped into her moist vagina, she cried,
"oh, Kathryn, I love you so much." Between his kisses and darting his
tongue into her, he replied, "and I love you, my darling Claire."
-- oOo --
In the morning, Claire slipped out early and returned with a chamber
maid. She looked at Gary. Claire handed the chambermaid some money
and the chambermaid left. She returned a little later with some
clothes and a breakfast tray. She looked at Gary again and left. "Put
these on," said Claire, handing Gary some things. She started to
dress herself and before long, they were both standing dressed as
chambermaids. Pink dresses, white stockings, white frilly apron and
white caps. They both had bulges under their dresses. Gary's was his
excited penis. Claire's was the dildo she had worn the night before.
Claire picked up the breakfast tray, Gary adjusted his hair and they
left.
A few people passed them in the corridor but didn't notice anything
odd. One chap even pinched Gary's bottom. They unlocked the door and
went in, excited but very quiet.
There was no noise from within. They closed the door and crept to
the curtains. Gary opened them and they turned to the bed calling,
"room service!" They were both very pleased at the sight. Daniel had
been tied face down to the bed. He had been trussed with leather
straps and had been gagged. This had kept him quiet while Kathryn had
administered the most severe lashing, which had left great wheals
across Daniel's back. She was sleeping, curled up in the sheets on
one side of the bed.
She woke up with a start, took a few seconds to realise what was
going on and sat up saying, "this bed's a mess! Put that tray down
and clear this thing out of the way. Then you can make my bed
properly." They both curtsied and said, "yes Madam. At once."
They untied Daniel from the bed but left him gagged and trussed.
They carried him to the wardrobe and put him in the bottom, shutting
the door to hide his grunts. As they made the bed, Kathryn said, "he
was the best lay I've ever had, but that didn't stop me wanting to
punish him. After all, he's a man and you know only a woman can
really satisfy me."
She looked at the bed, now neatly made and said, "Now it's all
empty. I can't possibly get back in that alone."
Gary and Claire sat on the bed, waiting for Kathryn to join them.
"What's that you two have under your skirts? We can't have naughty
little maids enjoying themselves, can we? We're going to have to
smack those naughty little bottoms aren't we?"
"No!" said Claire, sternly. "You are coming here and the two of us
are going to give you the best honeymoon any bride could hope for.
We're both going to make love to you. We're going to do it now and
we're going to share you. You are ours. We both love you and want to
show you."
"Is that so?" said Kathryn, as she slid between the sheets.
And as they slipped out of their chambermaids' uniforms and into
bed, they both replied, "yes, my darling mistress."
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It has been a pleasure dictating this story to Daisy. She has become
such an excellent secretary over the last few months. The typing
course she has attended at secretarial school has really paid
dividends. Of course, she has attended in her normal guise as David.
I thought sending her in her smart skirt, heels and lacy blouse would
be far too humiliating for her. Still, with being the only man on the
course, she has been embarrassed enough.
"Will that be all, Miss Primrose?" she asked.
"Yes dear. Finish off and close everything down."
She switched off her neat little pink and silver laptop, tidied her
desk, straightened her stockings, pulled the hem of her grey skirt
straight and bent over the desk.
I gave her twelve hard smacks with the ruler - her usual reward for
such excellent work.
"Thank you, Miss Primrose," she said. "Do you have any more work for
me today?"
"No thank you, Miss Dowding," I said. "You are dismissed."
Daisy opened the filing cupboard, climbed in, slopped her feet
through the holes in the bottom shelf and clipped the straps to her
legs. I locked the main strap around her waist, inserted the middle
shelf as she raised her arms. I clamped her arms to the straps under
the top shelf and attached the locks.
I put the bag with her male clothes into the cupboard. "The cleaning
lady will be along at 7 o'clock and will tidy you up and send you
home. Make sure she takes all of your makeup off this time," I said
as I closed the doors.
"Yes Miss Primrose," her muffled voice said from the locked cupboard.
I checked the office clock: half past four. I collected my coat from
the rack and slipped out of the door, locking it behind me. I would
send today's tale to Fictionmania in the morning.
Another hard day at the office over.
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