A Slave's Wedding

by K. J. Ward

  With that Warren took another step forward, standing right in front of her as he took a black collar out of his pocket, “Take a look, my slave.” Laura looked up as he showed her the collar. It had a gold nameplate on it that was engraved with the words “Laura Cole – Property of Warren Smith,” a loop on which a leash could be hooked, and a buckle with a key that would lock it in place so she could not remove it on her own. As soon as she saw it she sat up a little straighter and looked up slightly so he would be able to collar her, which he did, removing the key from the buckle and putting it in his pocket. Their eyes met and he gave her a knowing smile as he reached down and unzipped his pants. Laura had a feeling that, since she was becoming his slave, the ceremony might involve her being used, and as he took his rock-hard cock out her suspicions were confirmed.

  Laura knew what was expected of her, but she still waited for some sort of instruction before acting. Warren's instructions were, after all, of prime importance to her as his slave. When she saw his slight nod, she immediately leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, sucking in earnest and bobbing her head. She did not know all of the ways that she would be used that day, though she was certain there would be quite a few, but it did not matter at that point. All that mattered was sucking her Master's cock in earnest as his new slave. She ran her tongue along the head and over the shaft as she moved her head back and forth, his length sliding in and out of her mouth over and over before she deep throated him. She sucked hard on his length before rapidly running her tongue over his tip. She let his cock fall out of her mouth at that point, but only so she could gaze up at his face for a moment before licking up and down his shaft and over the head of his cock. She took it back into his mouth again and deep throated him once more, knowing exactly what he liked and how he liked it. She'd studied hard in college from text books and lectures; as a slave, she'd already studied his reactions to all the things she'd tried when he told her to use her mouth in the past. She did her best to lengthen the experience for him, slowing down when she felt him throbbing in her mouth and using her tongue with teasing, gentle flicks over his cock before sucking hard again. Even so, it was not long before he moaned loudly and came hard as she sucked. She ran her tongue along his length as she swallowed his cum, every drop of it before licking him clean. As she finished licking off the head of his cock she looked up expectantly for her next orders.

  “On your feet, slave,” Warren told her as he caught his breath after his explosion into her mouth. Laura did not respond with words, she merely stood up as he ordered her to do. As soon as she was on her feet, Warren reached out and ripped the white lace bra from her body, not even bothering to unhook it before he grabbed it with both hands and pulled it off her. Her breasts bounced slightly as they came free from the bra, bared for the entire gathering to see. Laura didn't react though his ferocity surprised her – he wasn't usually so carnal as to rip her clothing off like that. Still, she was his to do what he pleased with, and that included literally tearing her clothing off if he chose to do so. He didn’t stop with her bra either – she found her garter belt and panties similarly torn from her body, his muscular arms ripping the material easily and leaving her naked except for the thigh high stockings she wore. She half expected him to rip those off as well, but instead he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed.

  As rough as he had been when ripping her clothing off, he was exceedingly gentle as he laid her down on her back, her hips hanging slightly off the bed. Laura instinctively spread her legs wide, though he hadn’t given her an order to do so. She knew it was what he would likely want, so she did it in order to please him. He gazed down at her as he pulled his clothing off, his cock stiff again with desire for her. He leaned over her, his eyes meeting hers as his cock slid into her wetness and filled her. With the butt plug still in her, it was a sensation that bordered on pain. Between his thick shaft and the butt plug, it was certainly the fullest she’d ever felt, but considering what she’d been through that day already it was quite a turn on – he’d never taken her like this before and she’d never felt this way before. It was the same as before, the way he pounded into her again and again with all of his length, yet it felt so much different to her. Perhaps the reason was because it was permanent now, that she was his for the rest of her life. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out in pleasure at each of his powerful thrusts as he filled her again and again. Her hips bucked against his as shockwaves shot through her entire body from her core. She wasn’t just a slave – she was a slave to the man she loved and it wasn’t just any cock inside her – it was his and he was the one taking her. That very thought drove her over the edge and she clamped down hard as he thrust into her, her juices flowing freely around him. Her orgasm overtook her as she screamed with pleasure, all rational thought gone from her mind as her fingers gripped the sheets – she was his. That was her only thought as her muscles pulsed around him and waves of the ultimate release continued to flow through her body. Her eyes closed as she gasped for breath when he pulled out of her. She was scarcely even aware that he had cum once again within her, so clouded was her mind from being taken like that.

  She was brought out of her reverie by his next command as he moved from on top of her, “On your hands and knees on the bed, slave, ass out.” Though she was exhausted both physically and emotionally from her release, she slowly moved into the position he requested, a bit shakily and still out of breath. Following his orders, being her Master's slave – that was more important than how much he'd already tired her out. She would follow those orders no matter what. When she was on her hands and knees as he requested, she took a deep breath and struggled to maintain the position as he took hold of the butt plug and began to pull it out. She closed her eyes and moaned as he moved it in and out of her ass slightly, arching her back and finding that she was actually enjoying it. She rocked back and forth in time with the slow thrusting of the butt plug in her ass until her Master finally pulled it out. But before she could move or wonder what his next order would be, she found him on the bed behind her, his cock against her asshole, and then with one slow thrust, his entire length in her ass.

  Laura arched her back and moaned loudly as she found herself leaning on her elbows, her entire body shaking as her Master took her ass. His hands were on her hips to steady himself and to pull her toward each powerful thrust. She barely heard his order above her moans of pleasure that she couldn't even begin to control at that point, “I want you to cum, my slave.” As his rock-hard length filled her ass, she reached down, playing with her clit. Her breath came in short gasps as she cried out, “Master! Oh Warren!” Her fingers ran along her slit and played over the source of her pleasure, electricity resonating through her body with each touch and each of his thrusts. Suddenly, as she felt him cumming hard in her ass, she cried out as her juices once again flowed and the waves of pleasure overtook her. She felt him pull out of her and his cum squirt onto her ass cheeks. As his hands moved away from her and she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, her body covered with and leaking his cum from both her ass and her pussy, she found herself drifting off after her orgasms and the primal way in which he'd taken all three of her holes. She wasn't sure what else he had planned for her that day or if anyone who had witnessed the ceremony would be involved, nor did she care. All that she knew, in that moment as she finally passed out from the mind-blowing, intense pleasure he'd given her, was that she was his slave and his wife, and he was her Master and husband, bound together with a life-long bond that would never be broken.

 

 

 
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