Ceremony & Honeymoon

The Wedding Ceremony

   Sandra here. I was standing on the altar’s top step when Richard’s Mother carried him in. A long way from the entrance, I couldn’t see them clearly, but it was obvious what was going on. Mother doing something to Richard’s prick. Inserting middle finger up son’s rectum.

   An adjustable riser in the aisle led from them to the altar’s bottom step. The riser is used for ceremonies when males walk in tandem with Dominas. I’ve done so myself with daddy and Sam. It’s impossible without a riser.

   In those cases, I walked them to the altar firmly gripping their testicles. Now, daddy and Sam are 5-7 barefoot. I’m over 6-7 in heels. You can see the problem.

   Fortunately, we had the riser adjusted 14 inches high. With daddy and Sam walking at that height, holding their big ballsacks was a breeze.

  Marching To The Altar

   Marriage is slightly different. A Groom is Marched (female middle finger up rectum) by his Mother to the altar.

   The basic principal is constant. Shorter naked males raised to optimum height for Dominas.

   I should tell you that both daddy and Sam moaned shamefully. The other males did too, but I was still angry about it. Daddy’s ceremony was “Daughter-Domina”. He vowed by the testicles in my hand to regard me as his Domina, call me “ma’am”, and render O.

   Dads do lots of toe-sucking and foot licking. Girls suck daddies’ cocks, but he can’t cum. The ceremony ends with ferocious spankings in the temple Crying Rooms.

   Sam had “Sister-Domina”. About the same, only for boys.

   Richard slowly Marched down the aisle to me, high stepping on tiptoes, Groom’s bouquet in his hands.

  Marriage Rites

   I wore the traditional Bride’s oufit. Scratchy red wool blouse with deep cleavage. Short natural leather skirt. Black heel sandals with thin leather straps winding up to my knees. A strap and spanking paddle hanging from my leather waist belt.

   As Richard came forward, the temple organ played, “Here comes the Groom”. I heard the first sob, then many. Men always cry at weddings. I can see the point. A naked virgin Groom, coming under his wife’s Discipline and Authority. Torn from familiar hands of Mother and sister.

   My darling arrived. Gasping on tiptoes, prick hard, hungry, and handsome. Mother pulled her finger out. I grasped Richard’s testicles, and smiled.

   The wedding ceremony began. Reverend Laura said the first and only words she had for my fiancée.

   “Richard, kneel, fanny high and wide. Take the first two toes of Sandra’s right foot in your mouth.”

   “Sandra. Do you vow to love and cherish, hold and Discipline, protect and comfort, correct and keep courteous, this vulnerable weak man?” “Yes.”

   “Do you vow to attend carefully to his needs – physical, emotional, and moral?” “Yes.”

   “Do you vow to be his loving strict Domina in all things, great and small?” “Yes.”

  Testicle Ring & Arm Brand

   “The ring, please. Sandra, prepare him.”

   We’d practiced well. I lifted Richard onto a high wooden platform, his genitals level with my face, legs apart, squatting. I used a tiny needle tipped with a compound to make his testicles relax. In seconds, they fell.

   A tall husky woman wearing a leather apron, neck to knees. The open titanium ring was about an inch wide, with a D-ring hanging from it. With thick fingers, she closed it around the base of Richard’s testicles.

   Then, using a tool similar to pliers, she clamped the ring permanently closed. Bang! Bang! Shards of silver-like metal flew from between Richard’s legs.

   “The brand, please.”

  I lifted Richard down. He was trembling.

  Voluptuous young woman in white nurse uniform. She held something that looked like a soldering gun and turned Richard’s left wrist. Electric crackle.

   Halfway up his inside forearm was an intricate bar code tattoo. It identified me as his Domina, along with other pertinent information.

   “You may now kiss the groom”.

   I cupped Richard’s ample fanny cheeks, lifting him up against my bosom. His eyes fluttered, mouth open to me. I kissed him. Applause.

  Reception – Butt Plug Removal

   The reception hall was close, the early evening balmy. My wedding party walked. I carried Richard. The other men, naked and butt plugged, waddled painfully beside their tall striding Dominas.

   Their pace quickened when we entered the hall. 150 men and boys with a single goal – butt plug removal.

   The sumptuous red-carpeted establishment was prepared for that common mass emergency. Tall statuesque young women in red blazers and short skirts led the way.

   “We have four large multi-purpose areas for males. Let’s split up into groups. Ladies, aren’t men funny? Whining to beat the band, with such hard erections!” Female laughter.

   I caught sight of Adele and her husband, and tagged behind. A big tiled room. Showers and spanking stools. Toilets and bidets. Several enema benches. Other amenities.

   But most important now for 40 or so men, continuous stainless steel tubing along all four walls. They gripped it bent over, legs apart, desperate for Dominas’ care.

   Girls and women squatted in their heels, fannies in their faces, and started removing butt plugs.

   Screams, howls, yowls. Gasps, groans, moans. Eventually, hopeful farting, blatantly blubbering in female faces. Then - wet, slopping, squishy plops of complete removal. Male sighs.

   Leaving Richard on a soft matronly attendant’s lap, I ambled over to Adele and her filthy rich husband. They were having difficulties.

   “You’re clenching, sweetheart. Holding on to the thing. I can’t even turn it. Relax. Imagine you’re pooping for me.”

   “Need any help, sister-in-law?”

   “Oh, Sandra, it’s you. In fact, yes. This removal is all I can handle. Fondling helps him relax. His prick of course, which is a steel rod, despite his whining. But tickle his testicles, too. He loves that.”

   A few minutes later, it was out. Adele kissed me. Mercy, she kisses good! I kissed her back, and fingered her cunt like Mother does mine. Her husband was sitting bare fanny on the tile floor, looking up at us with a silly grin.

   “Later, lover.” “Later, lover.”

   I went back to Richard. He was engrossed in the erotic scene all around us. Girls and women dressing men and boys in white frilly shirts, black tights, Mary Janes.

   Wedging stiff pricks and bunched ballsacks into laughably small mesh codpieces. The harder female hands worked, the harder pricks got.

  Reception & Departure

   We sat with close family and friends. Dinner was excellent, the wines superb. I received every gift on my Wedding Register.

   The tables were cleared and moved to the side. The dance band started playing. I was about to stand up, but Mother interfered. She slid her hand under my dress, fingered my cunt, licked her dripping fingers.

   “You’re soppy wet, young lady. Looking forward to tonight?” She was a bit tipsy.

   “Mother, please. Not in front of everybody. It’s embarrassing. Richard, let’s dance.”

   The evening flew by on songs, slow dancing, and kisses. I carried Richard to the limo. He had no idea where our honeymoon was going to be. He asked me on the plane until he fell asleep. When he woke up, we were still in the air.

  Arrival In Australia

   Female voice on intercom: “Good day, ladies and gents, this is the captain speaking. We’re on approach to Melbourne, arrival in 10 minutes. Ladies, for safety and courtesy, please ensure males are naked, gagged, and carried into the airport. Thank you.”

   The terminal had some distinctive Aussie tweaks. For example, it was popular with dating and sibling couples. Big hearty girls in alluring attire and heels undressed smaller boys in two-tone skin (wait to knees, pearly white - deep tan above and below.

   Boys sat alertly on laps with jaunty erections and expressions. Frequently, an angry or irritated girl will grab a hard drooling cock, and lead it to a spanking stool.

   The sounds of silky female voices from loudspeakers, bustle and growl of crowds arriving and departing, clink of glass and ceramic from the open restaurant – are overridden by the sounds of whaps on bare fanny flesh, anguished screams and howls of pain.

   I set Richard standing, his testicle leash in hand, and turned away to consult a travel agent. He was accosted by a female. Men in that position should be amiable and polite, because they are completely helpless.

   A tall, curvaceous young Aussie girl with long windswept blonde hair and freckles. Unkempt elegant feet in low sandals. Thick muscled legs. Worn soiled sundress barely concealing her lush titties and bottom.

   She squatted, blithely took Richard’s genitals in both hands. His prick twitched, spraying precum in the girl’s hair. She giggled.

   “You’re a right lusty sod, ain’t you? Need a good spanking, I’d say. Just look at this fat fanny, not a sign of Discipline. Bloody disgrace. If my brother got this peachy, I’d shoot myself. He’s right here. On a testicle leash, same as you.”

   A kneeling lad, gentle-eyed and avid, leered at the girl’s assertive feminine bottom. His nose brushed against it, his fine erection doing the same below the girl’s knees. The boy yearned for her attention.

   But she was busy inspecting Richard’s body. Disdainfully. His anguished protests were gagged by Mother’s used panties. She gave me several pair before we left.

  Honeymoon - Alice

   It was funny how humiliation and horniness mixed in his reaction. I’d forgotten that Aussie girls start younger. Even so, she was precocious. I needed a big bold girl to help me with Richard

   “I’m Sandra. What’s your name, girl?” “Alice”.

   “Where do you live?” “Upshaw”.

   “We’re at a vacation cottage on Fallow Estates. My husband needs a bath girl. Good money. Interested?”

   “Maybe. Why is he looking at our feet? It’s an airport terminal.”

   “Force of habit. He has a strict sister.”

   “Can’t tell by his fanny. My brother’s is always red or purple.”

   “Here’s my card. Call me soon as possible.”

   Conventional honeymoons are two or three months of intense bonding. Discipline, sex, mostly private. But even honeymoon couples need a bath girl. And I don’t think we need that long in the first place.

   I ordered a limo when our luggage arrived. A 20 minute drive took us to a cozy house on a lake. All the conveniences and amenities. It was perfect. Alice called.

   “A short bike ride away? Fine. You want to come over now? Well, soon as we’re unpacked. Then I’ll give Richard his first spanking as my husband. But wait. He needs an enema first. Good. See you.”

  Honeymoon Hysteria

   “B-ber-but Sandra! She’s a stranger! We don’t know the girl! How can you trust my enema to her? And I need to cum in the worst possible way! Truly I do. My testicles are aching and cramping and hurting sooo badly. Gauge them and see.”

    He was so cute standing there naked, brown hair in fat ringlets to his shoulders, his groom’s pink ribbons tied in them. Bow legged and pigeon toed, big delicious prick at attention.

   Of course his purple scrotum was full! I could see that from across the room. 

   I was tickled by his shock and dismay. Delighted that he Insolently questioned my decision. Thrilled to see his prick stiffen when I sternly laid down the law.

   Richard wept hysterically. Not Discipline crying. Or like a boy does when Mother is angry. Or like when his sister escorts him to the Mens Clinic for Genital Ointment treatment in his prettiest pinafore. Or when girls tease him.

   … Whew. Males sure cry many different ways, and they cry a lot, don’t they? This particular crying meant he was scared and confused. Similar to how boys cry when a nightmare wakes them. They run to sisters’ beds, bawling their eyes out, and refuse to leave the girls’ arms until morning. Richard cried like that.

   Poor baby. I didn’t blame him. No spankings in – how long? – 5 or 6 days. He’d got them every day – sometimes 5 or 6 in a single day - for so long now, he practically can’t remember when he didn’t. Without frequent firm Discipline, his emotional and psychological health suffers greatly.

   No cums in 3 or 4 days. Cripes. Physically unhealthy. Richard’s Mother and sister gauged his testicles every 3 or 4 hours!

  Wife / New Domina

   And the last reason. A groom’s transition to his wife’s authority, after years under Mother and sister, is always traumatic. He’s under a new Domina for the first time. His Domina is the most important person in a male’s life. She and other females are his whole world.

   A male is, and always has been, quite literally, helpless without Domina authority. He can’t so much as pee without a female hand holding his penis. Everything else, forget it. It’s a life and death matter.

   So, yeah, Richard was terrified to have a new Domina. He belonged to me now. I now had full legal, moral, and religious control of his body, life, and soul.

   Before the modern era, Dominas had absolute command of husbands, sons, and male slaves if they had any. They could do absolutely anything.

   Most girls (marriage and Discipline status started at puberty) and women were relatively benign, but there were exceptions. Males in those circumstances were doomed.

   Apart from the extremes, Dominas retain that authority. It scares grooms to pieces. It also excites them (Richard’s prick was hard and flowing).

  Emergency Milking

   I picked him up, placed him on an adjustable riser 12 inches high, up to my level. Dominas have had such things forever. At 6-7 in heels, I was exactly a foot taller. 80 pounds heavier, immeasurably stronger. The gender disparity, a bit beyond the norm, naturally excited us both.

   I bent Richard over, and for the sake of his health, performed a quick prostate massage. It’s more pleasurable that cold milking, but not much, or so my brother always told me.

   Several ounces of milky sperm dribbled in my cup. His huge testicles were still pretty full, but not dangerously so. I stood him back up, and took his wilted prick in my hand.

  I Lay Down The Law (Really)

   “Richard, I want you to listen carefully. Every word I say is a bride’s command to her groom. Got that? OK.”

   “Never say my name to me again. Address me as Domina or Ma’am. Never question my decisions, statements, commands, orders, or ideas. Unless you have a very very good reason for doing so. Obey me instantly in everything. At all proper times, render O to me with skill and enthusiasm.”

   “You may cry as much as you like for any reason whatsoever. Men like to cry, and I have no problem with that.”

   “From tomorrow on, you’ll get a sound spanking every morning after toilet. Across my lap, or any I choose.”

   “I believe a husband should be cute, obedient, submissive, and silent. Barring emergencies, don’t say a word without my permission. Ask for it by raising your left pinkie finger.”

   “In public, keep your eyes on my toes until I say different. Do likewise with all Dominas I delegate.”

   “Render O to Dominas at the proper times and places, and give them full respect and courtesy. Do the same with any girl in heel sandals. You probably won’t even know the difference. All you should see are female feet and toes, in public and with visitors to my home.”

   “Adele and your mother are excellent disciplinarians. They’ve given you hard and frequent Discipline since you started sucking their toes.”

   “For those reasons, you probably think you know every type, kind, and severity a male can endure on, and in, his body. Not true. I promise to prove that at the first opportunity.”

   “I’ll read your Discipline Diary every night. I demand a minimum of 45 minutes of spankings every day, and other appropriate Discipline. I like pretty frocks and pinafores on men, so you’ll wear them a lot. “

   “I won’t pierce you for a Prince Albert, although they look nice. I may change my mind if I think it makes you a better husband.”

   “We’ll have a Heart To Heart every Wednesday evening on my lap. Tell me everything. Body, heart, soul, and mind. Any problems, fears, or worries you have. With complete Honestly.”

   “If you ever – ever – lie to me about anything, even once, you’ll cry for weeks, and regret it for the rest of your life. Keep lying, and I’ll definitely have you pierced with a Prince Albert, and have girls leash you to it for promenades.”

   “I have more stuff, but that’s all for now. Remember what you learned in ETT Therapy, and what Reverend Laura said. Any questions? No? Let’s get busy until Alice arrives.”

    We unpacked, inspected the house (Mistress and male baths! Modern kitchen! Indoor Discipline furniture! Outdoor Discipline equipment!), and I took a shower. Alice arrived as I emerged nude with wet hair.