Bondage Wedding (16 page)

Once they neared the altar, the bells finished and André began. “Who gives this woman to this man in marriage?”

“I do,” Joseph answered as he took the adjoining link of the handcuff attached to her right wrist and locked it around James’ left wrist. “Here, son.” Joseph handed him the key. “Take good care of her.”

She heard some chuckles and giggles from the audience, but André continued on as if every couple included restraining devices as part of their wedding ceremony. Amanda’s heart was pounding and her knees felt weak. She told herself it had nothing to do with the naughty feeling of standing in front of her friends and family without panties. James had assured her it would make him very happy if she would accommodate him on this issue. Of course, Amanda had obliged. She was learning arousal came in many different shapes and sizes and she wanted to try them all.

Before long, they were facing the audience, handcuffed hands in the air as they walked back down the aisle. In the reception line, her mom, Trixie, told her she wanted a word with her. Amanda sent up a silent prayer, hoping to find the words to make her mother understand. Once their guests were downstairs enjoying a cocktail, the photographer had finished taking the family shots and the hotel staff was making the final preparations for the reception, her mom cornered them.

“What the hell is this,” she pointed to the handcuffs, “Amanda Jean?”

Amanda leaned into James, hoping he’d let her handle this. “They’re handcuffs, Mom. In addition to being James’ wife, I’m also his submissive. Eventually we’ll have a collaring ceremony, but James wanted me to learn more about the lifestyle before I made that commitment. If you want to be invited back to share that celebration with us, you’ll be very careful what you say right now.”

Trixie turned to André. “This is not what I asked of you. How could you do this? I sent her to you to keep her safe.”

“Mom, you have no idea what you’re talking about. James has never, nor will he ever, abuse me. Doms don’t do that—assholes do. You need to find a Dom. Maybe join one of André’s clubs. You get the attractiveness of a bad boy, but Doms are stand-up men. They treasure their submissives and protect them. These are responsible people who find abusers repugnant. Talk to André, talk to Grandma, this isn’t what you think it is.”

James leaned down and kissed the top of Amanda’s head. “Ms Hamilton, I meant my vows. I promise to protect and cherish Amanda till my dying breath. I love her.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you this for years, Trix,” André chimed in. “I have a club just a few minutes from your house. My manager there is one of the best. I can fly down there and introduce you.”

Trixie looked at James and Amanda then turned her head to look at Robert and her mom dancing under the stars to their own music. “I can see I’m outnumbered.” With a heavy sigh she conceded. “Mom and Robert have a much better track record than I’ve ever managed. Okay, I’ll think about it. I just want you happy. You know that, don’t you, baby?” Trixie asked.

“Yes, Mom. I know. Thank you.” Amanda kissed her on the cheek.

The evening floated by like a dream. Everyone looked to be having a wonderful time. André seemed a little stressed, but Amanda figured it would be difficult to have three female submissives and not experience a fair share of drama. After they’d cut the cake and were getting ready to sneak away to their suite, André went to the microphone.

Once he was sure he had everyone’s attention, he called James and Amanda up to the ‘stage’. “Your friends and family at DiscipliNation wanted to give you a very special gift. The two of you are highly thought of and we went to some pretty devious means to find just the perfect gift.”

André was holding what looked like a photo frame. If they were giving them a picture of one of their scenes, Amanda would die from embarrassment. “Just how devious, André?” she had to ask.

He chuckled. “Remember when you were first hired and I had you sign a waiver letting you know that your business email account should never be used for personal emails and that everything done on a DiscipliNation computer was tracked? Well, I meant it. Now open the gift. You have a whole audience here, dying to see your reactions.”

James and Amanda each held the gift in their free hand while they ripped the paper together with their cuffed hands. It was indeed a photo frame, but inside it was a document. It read
Deed of Trust
and listed an address of a home they’d tried to put a bid in for, but by the time they’d submitted their bid, it had been sold. It was going to be the first home they purchased together to restore and flip.

“I don’t understand, André, what is this?” James asked, just as bewildered as she was.

“I went through Amanda’s email and got the address of that house you two were bidding on. Everyone at the club had pitched in and the sum was more than enough to purchase the property. You’ll find a check for what was left over behind the deed. And I saw the house, you’re gonna need it. But I digress. I beat you to the realtor and we bought it for you. Congratulations!”

Tears of joy were running down her cheeks. She’d never imagined anything like this. She was pretty sure she saw tears glistening in James’ eyes as well. This was too much. How could they ever thank everyone?

They hugged André, and Amanda whispered, “Thank you. You really shouldn’t have.”

“For the first time in your life, don’t argue with me. Just take it and be happy.” André sounded gruff, but she suspected he was just as emotional as they were. She’d learned that Doms had a soft spot about a mile wide for those they loved.

“Thank you. I’m very happy.”

James gave a wonderful thank you speech to their friends and family. How he knew the perfect things to say she’d never figure out, but she was grateful he did. After another round of hugs, they escaped to the elevator.

“You look so beautiful, Amanda. That dress suits you, elegant but sexy. I’m a very lucky man to have you as my wife and submissive.” James leaned down and kissed her.

Amanda felt the wetness pooling. It seemed anytime James touched her she was aroused.

Once the elevator doors opened, they broke the kiss and walked in comfortable silence to their suite. James swiped the card and put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ placard on the door before locking it. He pulled the handcuff key from his pocket and released the clasp. They both rubbed their wrists. They’d gotten the hang of being chained together, but it was good to be free again.

Amanda walked farther into the suite and looked around. It was hands down the nicest hotel room she’d ever stayed in.

“Come here, wife. I want to see if you obeyed me.” He sounded so stern and she loved it.

She kicked off her shoes then turned her back toward him. He put his arm around her chest just above her bodice as he lowered the zipper of her dress. His hand caressed her back and shoulders. She melted into him and spent a few moments reveling in his touch.

Amanda kept her hands at her waistline so the dress wouldn’t fall on the floor. Of course she’d bought it on sale, but it was still an outrageous amount to spend on a dress she’d only wear for a few hours. It made much more sense to rent one like men rented their tuxedos. She was still embarrassed that she’d let feminine emotion sway her into spending so much. Very carefully, she stepped out of the dress and laid it over the chair.

“Enough beating yourself up for the dress. You need to learn money is a means to an end, we aren’t going to be frivolous, but we aren’t going to pinch a penny till it screams either.”

“I know. Growing up, my mom never had money for food or shelter let alone comfort items. More times than I can count we had to crash on a friend’s floor. I never wanted to be dependent on anyone for anything. It is a hard habit to break,” Amanda admitted.

“Being frugal is a great, but I want you to have nice things. We’ll be careful and keep a savings safety net,” James assured her.

“We’ve discussed a budget, I’m on board with it.” She walked back to him and lifted her arms. Feeling naughty, she rubbed her chest across his hoping he would remove her slip.

“I want to feel us skin to skin.” James lifted her slip over her head. “Ahh, baby, you did obey me.” He placed her hand on his large and ready cock. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Get undressed, please, James.” Her heart was pounding. She was so excited, the anticipation was killing her.

“The ink isn’t even dry on our marriage license and you’re already telling me what to do, woman?” James’ voice was laced with amusement as he pulled off his jacket and threw it over her dress. Next, he added his tie and cummerbund.

“Could be.” She wetted her lips as she geared up to tell him what she wanted to try.

James was watching her intently as he unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the growing pile. “What is it, Amanda, why are you so nervous?”

“You know me so well.” Thinking some action might help calm her nerves she went to him and removed his belt. “I want to
suggest
something tonight.”

He put his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair making her glad she’d left her hair down.

“I’m always willing to hear suggestions, sweet subbie. What would you like on this special night?” His calm, loving manner helped ease her fears.

Amanda felt a blush cover her face. “I want you to spank me,” she whispered. James raised his eyebrows and she suspected he was fighting not to smile.

“Why?”

Why?
She hadn’t expected that reaction. Suddenly embarrassed and unsure how to respond, she tried to pull out of his arms.

James tightened his hold, locking her to him. “I just want to understand what’s prompting your decision. I’d be happy to spank you, sweetheart, but I don’t want you to feel like this is something we have to do. I want to know where your head is.”

That was exactly why she loved James so. Even at the expense of his own wants and desires, he was trying to protect her from herself. “I know, James. I haven’t felt pressured at all, but you planted a seed and my mind keeps going back to it. Now my curiosity has grown to the point that I want to try it. Sometimes at work, I’ve watched the great hall monitor. The expressions on the subs’ faces were intriguing—a combination of serenity and rapture. I…just want to know what it’s all about.”

“Thank you, Amanda, for telling me. I don’t want you to stress about it. An erotic spanking works best as part of a whole scene. I’m not going to pull you over my knee and beat your ass. I know it’s on the table and when I feel it’s appropriate, we’ll try it. Okay?”

She exhaled in relief. He had listened and respected her thoughts on the matter. “I love you, James.”

“I love you too, Amanda.” James picked her up in a fireman’s carry and took her into the bedroom.

Amanda giggled. “You’re such a caveman, James.”

“Yep, and you love it.”

“Yes, I do, Master,” she said in a saucy tone as he laid her down on the bed.

While James removed the rest of his clothing, Amanda scooted toward the headboard.

“I had a few ideas of my own this evening.” James went to the closet and pulled out his gym bag he’d stored earlier in the day. “I‘m going to blindfold and tie you, before we experiment with sensory textures.”

“Oooh, that sounds like fun.”

“You may need your safeword for this. Repeat it for me.”

“Queen of Hearts,” she responded automatically. He now asked her every time they scened.

He shook his head. “D/s isn’t the rabbit hole, sweetheart.”

“If you say so, Master.”

“You’re such a brat. Scoot over to the edge of the bed and hold out your arms.”

“Yes, Master. Anything you say, Sir.” She couldn’t stop smiling. She’d never been happier.

“I’m tempted to put a ball gag in that sweet mouth of yours, but I want to hear you beg for more tonight. First thing we’re going to do is narrow your focus.” He pulled out a black sleeping mask and slid it over her head. He adjusted it to fully cover her eyes and to lay flat along her hair. “How’s that?”

“That’s fine. Thank you.”

“Good girl. Now I’m going to restrain your arms. I’m going to use a double column tie. I have two different types of rope. It will be fun to see if you can feel the difference.”

She felt the ropes wrap from just below her elbows to her wrists. He worked so quickly, it amazed her. She absolutely loved the feel of the rope encircling her. Her mind told her it should be scary to be tied up, unable to get free, but it wasn’t. Not at all. She felt safe and secure like a constant hug wherever the ropes touched her. Her breathing slowed and she began to zone out. Her only focus was on the growing pressure from the rope and the sound of James’ voice.

“How does that feel?” James asked as he ensured the rope wasn’t too tight.

“Good.”

James cupped her cheek. “Your whole demeanor changes when I tie you up.”

“I love it,” she purred. “The rope vibrates as you slide it along my body. It’s relaxing and arousing at the same time.”

“Your trust is a beautiful thing.” With his left hand he guided her torso to lie flat on the bed. “Now scoot into the middle.”

She immediately complied.

“Good. Turn over onto your elbows and knees.”

Her breathing started speeding up. This was a spankable position. She wondered what he had planned, as she quickly followed his directions. The bed in front of her dipped and she felt a tug on the ropes as he secured them to the head of the bed.

“Stay up on your elbows. I want access to these gorgeous tits.” He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

She moaned and he alternated between soft caresses and rough pinching and pulling. When he pulled away, she gave a frustrated cry. He moved one hand down her belly to her pussy while the other moved up her back. She tipped her head back and moaned it felt so good.

“You’re so responsive, Amanda. I can’t get enough of you. You realize that don’t you?”

“I love your touch, James. I need it.”

James grabbed a handful of her ass and kneaded it roughly. “Who owns this body, subbie?”

“You do, Master. I’m all yours.” The rougher he got the more she liked it.