We had gotten more intense with the impact play too. I still spanked her, but she also let me use a belt on her. We had just started experimenting with all kinds of play of this sort when it became clear what had to happen.
As though we had been heard, one morning the radio announced that the home lockdown was ending in rounds and our neighborhood was one of the first to be let out.
“Did you hear that, pet?”
“Sorry, master?”
It was understandable that she might have been a bit distracted when the announcement was made. She was, after all, handcuffed and dealing with my cock all the way in her ass.
“The lockdown is over, pet. For real this time.”
“That’s great! Does that mean it’s time, master?”
“Yes, my pet, it is.”
“May we finish first, master?”
“Of course, my darling little pet.”
I continued pounding Macy, deep inside her tight little asshole until I filled her up with my cum and then we got ready to go.
Macy decided to lie down in the back. Understandable, after what I had just done to her rear.
My good little girl had already found the address of the county court, already having figured out what I had planned but also known I didn’t go in for traditionalism. We were both dressed up in our best; I had gotten the dress for Macy via mail order and it turned out to look even better on her than it had in the picture on the screen.
I was glad I had gone with my instinct to trust Macy and make her not only my pet but also my fiancée and pretty soon my wife. We stood in the court hand in hand. Macy had wanted us to be handcuffed together as a symbolic gesture, but I thought it would be pretty bad optics.
Nevertheless, the procedure went well and we left the courthouse officially married, with the silver wedding bands to prove it. Unknown to anyone but us, there were special engravings inside the rings. Rather than a creepy poem about one ring to rule them all, written in elvish, mine said MASTER and Macy’s said PET in clear writing.
We were going to be together forever. And I couldn’t be happier.
Macy
I was already tingling, wanting Paul to fuck me every way possible, overcome with the emotion of the day.
We were actually married!
He wanted to stay with me and do what we did together forever. I fought back tears of joy as I sat next to him up front of the car after we had exchanged wedding vows, my ass having recovered from its earlier railing, my recovery generally improving faster the more often we did it. And we had been doing it a lot!
Paul had a surprise for me though. Something I had no idea about until we pulled up to a restaurant I had always wondered about but could never afford.
“You okay to sit?” he asked, always thinking about my wellbeing.
“Yes, master,” I said, pretty sure that I could.
The restaurant was the kind of place where the waiters pulled out the chairs and tied the napkins around your neck. As good a place as any for our first official date in the outside world. The fact that it was happening after we were already married in no way detracted from the specialness of the occasion.
Before we could even ask, a pretty girl in a fancy uniform was there, pouring expensive looking, clear wine into our glasses.
“Have you ever had ice wine?” he asked, picking up his glass.
“No.”
“Try it, you’ll like it.”
He was right. I really did like it a lot and I was someone who didn’t usually like wine, generally thinking that it tasted like off grape juice.
Dinner went off without a hitch and we drove home, my horniness having reached peak levels. Paul knew this, of course – he could read me like a fucking book – and put his hand up my dress and between my legs, playing with my aching pussy while he drove with the other hand, always keeping his eyes on the road.
While he didn’t really go in for tradition, that didn’t stop Paul from scooping me up off the seat and carrying me into the house like a proper bride, heading straight for our bedroom, to get started on our honeymoon.
I didn’t even notice the dress coming off. One minute I was wearing it and being carried into the bedroom, the next I was naked on the bed, not having worn any underwear, of course. It seemed as though Paul was as excited to get going as I was.
Spreading my legs wide, he dove in and ate me out with gusto, reaching around my thighs and holding my wrists, pinning me down and keeping me from moving as he devoured my sweet little pussy, bringing me to a massive orgasm. I wanted to shake and scream but he had so much control of me that I was only able to scream.