Chapter 26. The wedding!

It's finally done. Although not quite. I had planned on ending with the wedding but I think there's enough left unanswered that I've got one or more chapters in me. Maybe they'll be the start of a whole new "book" or maybe it'll continue. I don't know. Whatever it is, I know I'm not (yet) ready to give up on Jay and Carly. That being said, don't expect another installment for awhile. I want to finish up a couple other stories (Endless Opportunities) and make good headway towards others (Demon Detective for instance). 

Enjoy!

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I stood there completely dumbfounded. It wasn’t often I was truly caught speechless but here I was. Let’s examine the scene objectively here. I’m completely naked. Three beautiful women are surrounding me also naked except for thick, red leather collars. Each of those girls physically looks like a mess. Their hair is ragged and sweaty. Their face and neck covered in drool from the several hours of forced orgasms while gagged that they’d just experienced. But their expressions were all positively giddy at the surprise they’d given me.

That surprise was my ex-girlfriend Sasha. She was bound, spread-eagled on a bed in a dimly lit bedroom in a Manhattan penthouse hotel room after my bachelor party. A bachelor party that had a level of decadence and debauchery unusual even for me and my weird lifestyle. On top of that, the words “USE ME - S” were scrawled in lipstick across her smooth, flat stomach. The letters were unmistakably hers and the “S” contained the little hearts that she used when signing her initials. This wasn’t my girlfriends going psycho and kidnapping my ex for some sort of revenge kick. This was my ex offering herself up to me willingly. Or at least it appeared that way. 

I turned to Carly who, despite the hours long ordeal, seemed to have found sufficient energy to be literally hopping up and down, clapping her hands together like a child who was just told she could have a fifth helping of ice cream. “You like it, Master?”

“How, did you…?” I stammered not really able to formulate my question.

Carly walked over to Sasha and sat down on the bed next to her. The look on her face startled me as it was positively evil looking. I mean… not really, I guess. “Evil” is too strong a word for Carly in any context. It just struck me as so unusual for her. Sinister. Scheming. Machievellian? I don’t know. Whatever it was she looked delightfully devious for a moment as she spoke. “You’ve done so much for us, Master. Helped all of us overcome a variety of issues.” She paused and looked at the girl tied up on the bed. Sasha was blindfolded but not gagged. Her mouth was closed until Carly traced her fingers lightly up and around her perfect tits. I watched the nipples harden visibly as Sasha writhed and let it out a desperate moan. It occurred to me that she’d been like this all night. Listening to the activities everyone engaged in while she was stuck like this. Sasha continued, “We wanted to help you. I know this bitch,” she paused and pinched Sasha’s bare nipple lightly. The girl writhed and moaned on the bed, bucking her hips up lightly. “I know she hurt you. Helping you get past that hurt seemed like the only comparable gift to repay you with.”

“So you thought me revenge fucking her would help me get past all that?” I asked. To say I was dubious would be an understatement.

“Oh no, Master. That was her idea,” she said with a snicker. She traced her hand down and used two fingers to spread an obviously dripping cunt wide. A cunt I knew all too well though had rarely seen in this explicit a manner. “I went to talk to her. She didn’t want to talk to me at first, of course. She recognized me from one of your Facebook posts. That told me she was still paying attention to you.”

Carly’s middle finger dipped ever so lightly into Sasha’s gaped hole and then slid the wetness out across her vulnerable clit. Sasha squirmed more but still kept mostly quiet. “But I persisted and we spent several hours talking. She has a lot to tell you but the gist of it is three things. She listened to two idiots she worked with about what guys should be like. She didn’t cheat on you but she slept with both of them the day after you broke up. They were crap but they did help her realize how utterly repressed she was about sex. She’s dated a bunch of men but she’s been pining for you ever since. She knows you don’t want her back. But she still hopes you’ll take her back.”

I could see silent tears rolling down the side of Sasha’s face beneath the mask. All of the old feelings came tumbling back all at once. Both the good and the bad. I instinctively hated seeing her cry. But I also hated that I cared. It was like having my heart broken all over again. Louise and Kyrsten came up and flanked me as I still stood there watching and lost in my thoughts.

“The three of us have no specific wish for you and her, Master. Take her back or don’t. Either is fine with us. But we thought… well… we KNOW that you deserved the chance to make the choice that she took away from you. And she’s prepared to do literally anything… and yes… I’ve made sure she is FULLY aware of what ‘anything’ means in this context. She’s prepared to do ANYthing if you’ll take her back.” Carly was now pumping her finger in and out of Sasha’s cunt and I could see the pussy lips squeeze around my fiancee’s middle finger as it plunged in and out. “She’s also prepared for you to simply use her tonight and ban her from your life. She understands that’s a very real possibility after what she did.” Carly looked a little sad at that thought but quickly wiped it away. “So what will it be, Master? What would you like to do with your present?”

I looked over at Kyrsten and she gave me a little kiss, “It’s your choice, Jay.”

Then I turned over to Louise on my right, “Anything, everything or nothing. It’s all fine with us… and her, Mr. S.”

“Can you three give us a minute?” I asked. My voice was cracked and unsure. The war within me was really raging now and I didn’t trust myself to have this conversation in front of onlookers. Louise started to say something but Carly understood completely and hopped up and grabbed her. . Damn I loved her. It was funny to see Carly so in charge but I loved that about her. She knew things were a game and she could turn it off when she needed to. 

Once they’d gone and closed the bedroom door, I went over to Sasha and stood over her, just staring at her. She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered her being. In many ways, she’d been my ideal girl. Fit. Perfect tits. Tight body. Dirty blonde hair that ran halfway down her back. She struck that perfect balance of muscle and fat that really rang my bell. On top of that she was smart and fun and we shared so much terrific history. But then there was the other stuff. All that hurt and angst. All the repressed sexuality that manifested itself as anger. Hearing that she’d been taking relationship advice from a couple random guys at work just further reinforced how little she’d ever really opened up with me. It’s easy when you’re dating someone and sharing intimacies and histories to think that they’re being completely open but people can always compartmentalize. She’d kept huge parts of herself hidden from me and it had led to a terrible, hurtful end to our relationship.

I reached out and touched the cuff at her wrist. She flinched but then relaxes as my fingers picked at the velcro. When I started to tug it loose, she whispered for the first time. Her voice was dry and ragged from lack of use, “Please not yet.”

“Why?” I asked as I walked over to the bathroom and filled a glass with water.

“If you want to… to… fuck me,” she said with a pause. She rarely used that word outside of the throws of passion, “I’d rather you do it like this… you know… like my note to you says,” she tried to say it as a joke and her lips quirked into a tight smile before she rambled on, “But if you want to talk… I kind of want to still be like this.”

“Uhmm… okay,” I said in confusion. This was so out of character for her but I was willing to let things play out a little bit. I brought the water to her lips and she smiled before lifting her head to sip gratefully at the cool liquid.

“Thank you, lo…” she started to say ‘lover’ but checked herself, “Jay… or do you prefer, Master now?” She wasn’t asking as a joke or mocking me. It was a sincere, if somewhat bizarre, question.

“Jay is fine,” I said. “Why are you doing this, Sasha?”

“Carly explained it pretty well,” she said.

“No she didn’t. Carly barely explained anything,” I had to restrain myself from shouting. Carly’s story was the briefest of outlines. The barest bones to a story that I hadn’t known was eating me up until I’d seen her in front of me like this.

“What do you want to know?”

“The same thing I’ve always wanted to know… what the hell happened to us?” I asked in exasperation. 

Her lip quivered a little at the harshness in my voice but I steeled myself from giving her a break. She needed to understand how much she hurt me just like I needed to understand why it had all happened. “I started that new job at the mortgage company, right? And things were great. I was making a ton of money and I really felt like things were taking off for me and my career. My bosses really took me under their wings and… at least I thought… they were trying to mentor me. Only they weren’t JUST trying to mentor me, you know? They also were trying to get into my pants pretty much from day one,” she said. I could see now why she wanted the mask on. Her voice was more relaxed as she continued the story, almost forgetting I was the one she was telling it to. “They started by building me up. Telling me how great I was and how amazing a hire I’d been already. Then they started very carefully talking about how guys should treat girls. I didn’t realize it at the time but they’d played it very smart. They never talked badly about you… not at first at least. Not until I… uhm… complained about you later. But at first, they just listened and then would later say something or tell a story or whatever that undermined you and who you were.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Like the chinese takeout? Remember our first fight?”

“Of course,” I said. The memory was still fresh in my mind. Every Thursday for 2 months of dating she’d gotten Beef with Broccoli and white rice from the same Chinese place. So when I took over ordering it on Thursday’s, she was appreciative and grateful and thought it was sweet. Right up until one day when she interpreted it as an affront to her womanhood or something. 

“I’d mentioned how much I loved that to them and how sweet it was. So they knew they couldn’t go against that directly. They were smart and devious though. They would tell stories to each other about how they would NEVER choose things for their girlfriends. They talked about clothes or movies but never food. They never made that connection fully. But I did… at least subconsciously. I didn’t realize their intent but I started to rethink things. They made it sound so awful. The idea that a man would ever presume anything about a woman. And the resentment started to build. I didn’t even realize it. And then that day, on the way out, Harry said something like, ‘Enjoy your beef with broccoli, I guess’ and it sounded so awful the way he said it. Like I was to be pitied for my poor, mundane, rote existence. A routine that was imposed upon me from someone else.”

“But I never…” I started.

“I know, Jay,” she said and cried out a little, “I know. It was stupid but I was so high on life from this job that was opening so many doors that I didn’t realize what they were doing and I was too stupid and immature and idiotic to talk to you about it.”

I looked at her as she said this and I tried to imagine myself in her place. Some of it I could picture but the not talking to me about it? Why? “But you know I would have been happy to talk,” I said.

“I know… and I was all those things. Stupid, immature, idiotic… but I was also afraid. I thought you wouldn’t love me anymore if I tried to be my own person.” She was truly crying now and the wall inside of me that I’d built up was starting to crumble. “Because that was the very first fucking idea they’d put in my head those sick fucks.” I was taken aback by the vitriol in her voice. “The first day. The very first fucking where all they knew about you was that you vaguely existed. They had a whole conversation. It sounded so earnest and real but I think it was completely staged. They kept Harry’s door open so I couldn’t help but hear the whole thing. They talked about how bad it is when someone changes in a relationship. How hard it is when you love the routines you’ve developed and then someone disrupts them. They made it sound like the person who changes can expect resistance, hostility and ultimate rejection. It didn’t mean much to me at the time but when I became that person. When I felt like I needed to change things… I know… things that I didn’t really want to change but they made me want to change… but… but I still felt like you were going to leave me.”

“I don’t really understand,” I said.

“I know… I don’t understand either. But that’s how naive I was. I got so twisted up by their little game.”

“So you… you what? Broke up with me before I could break up with you?”

“Partly… partly I was angry at you for holding me back. I didn’t realize how unfair that was of me at the time. I just saw you as this controlling, domineering person in my life…” she trailed off and was silent for a moment. I let her gather her thoughts before she continued, “And the irony is that not only were you not that person… but I came to realize later that I wish you had been.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “So you dumped me for being controlling? Which I wasn’t. But you also secretly wanted me to be controlling?” She returned my laugh with one of her own though hers was accompanied by soft sobs.

“Yes… pretty much that. I didn’t want what they were selling. I didn’t want some guy who doted on me and treated me like a precious doll. I wanted someone to bring me out of my shell and challenge me. You tried to do it and I shut you down hard. I basically whipped it out of you then used that against you later. It’s taken me the last month of therapy to even realize that’s what I was doing. When my therapist pointed it out to me in stark terms… Well… that session had a lot of crying in it.”

I traced my fingers along her wrist, toying with the velcro. “So where do we go from here, Sash?”

“Wherever you want, Jay. Truly.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I told her with complete honesty. “I don’t even know if I want to go anywhere.”

“That’s fine, Jay. I mean… it’s not… it kind of breaks my heart to even hear you say that… but I understand. I knew it was a possibility tonight. Carly… she loves you SO much, Jay. More than any woman has ever loved any man as far as I’ve ever known. It took me 15 minutes of talking to her to realize she loves you more than. What you have is weird and crazy and unconventional and… beautiful. You and I never could have had this because I never would have let you. Partly because I was jealous and irrational and wouldn’t talk to you. But primarily because I didn’t love you enough. But… but I’d like an opportunity to try.”

Sasha had never spoken so openly about her feelings before. It made me think about my own emotions during our time. Nobody likes hearing that someone didn’t love them enough but truthfully I hadn’t loved her as much as I love Carly. Or Kyrsten. Or even Louise. Carly had taught me that the heart can love more broadly than I’d considered. But also that you can love more deeply than I’d ever experienced. The question was, could I get past all the stuff from the past and give Sasha a second chance?

“How about… how about we start over Sasha? Both of us are different people, right?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding slowly. “I think that’s fair to say.”

“And both of us managed to hurt each other.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she protested.

“I did… even if it was unfairly ascribed in your mind. I did. And you need to acknowledge that and understand it and move on. We both do.”

She silently nodded this time but I could see she was getting a little excited. My hand trailed down her arm causing her to flinch again but only for a moment. “So let’s start over. Fresh. Let the past be gone. And let’s agree that A, we’ll talk to each other and B, we’ll agree that if we’re going to change, we change together, okay?

She nodded again, “Thank you.”

“So let’s talk about some things. You said you wanted me to be… what? More controlling?”

“Yes,” she said with a husky whisper. I glanced down and saw her nipples harden again. My fingers itched to tease them but I held back, simply stroking her wrist which I knew she loved. 

“What does that mean?”

“Like you are with Carly… but… but?”

“Not as much?” I asked with a smile.

“No… More,” she whispered.

“More?”

“Much more.”

“Tell me,” I said, confused but also a bit aroused.

“If you made literally every decision for me for the rest of my life I would be happy.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded, “It took me a long time to realize it. I… I had a lot of sex after we broke up. A lot of bad, drunken decisions. I let myself go and tried all kinds of new things. And it was all bad. Awful. Terrible. I had no connection. No trust. I couldn’t relax and when the alcohol helped me relax I still couldn’t enjoy it because I hated the person I was with and I hated myself.”

“What does this…” I started but she interrupted.

“So I started imagining the last bit of sex we had. The last good fucking I’d gotten which was you. I started to think about YOU doing all those new things to me and it was WONDERFUL. I would come home after work and play with myself for hours and hours imagining you bending me over. You licking me. Me licking you. You holding me down. You slapping me. Even… even you spitting on me,” she said quietly leaving me a little shocked.

“Someone spit on you?”

She nodded, “Yeah… and I kicked him in the balls and left. When he did it he was an asshole. When you did it… you know… in my mind… you this perfect mix of cruel and loving and I came so fucking hard, Jay. You have no idea.”

“So I lovingly spit on your face?” I asked with a chortle. 

She laughed back, “Something like that. But that was the night I realized what I’d done. When I came down from my high, I realized what I could have had with you. And then when Carly showed up and I found out about you guys and how you were… I realized I could have easily had it all.”

I shook my head. This whole situation was bizarre. “So messed up.”

“I know, right? And from that, I started imagining you telling me what to wear each morning. It became an obsession. I started wearing the same kinds of clothes that your girls wear in some of their newer Facebook posts. It’s pretty obvious what you like,” she said with a smile, “I imagined getting dressed each morning and you watching me. Telling me what to wear. I started eating different things at restaurants, imagining that you were telling me what to order. I’ve actually lost 10 pounds and have never felt better. Imaginary Jay is a great dietician it turns out.”

Now I laughed. Some of the old friendship and romance felt back to me and I didn’t even think about it. I just reached down and slid my finger into her. She gasped at the sudden touch and arched her back, rubbing her cunt into my palm as she moaned out a lusty, “Thank youuuu.”

I pulled my finger out, surprised at what I’d done. Sasha whimpered a sad little pout but continued, “I knew it was fucked up but it got me through the last couple weeks while I knew Carly was planning this. My therapist told me it wasn’t healthy and I’ve tried to stop but it’s become a bit habitual so I still sneak some fantasy instructions into my days.”

“So what are you telling me, Sasha. You want me to be… what? Your Master? You want to start dating and jump straight into that? How are we supposed to start over at such an intimate point?”

“I don’t think you understand, Jay. Tell me what YOU want.” 

I had flashbacks to Carly giving me the same kind of speech. I decided that I had never expected Sasha to ever re-enter my life so I was kind of playing with the house’s money at this point. “I want to keep going on this adventure with Carly. I want to date other women. Including you. I want to keep fucking other women, even the ones that aren’t girlfriends. Maybe that’s you, too. I don’t want pressure. I don’t want you to date anyone else. I don’t even want you to cum until I’m ready to make you cum,” I said, holding my breath. Her breathing was getting shallow with arousal and she simply nodded so I continued, “When I do decide to fuck you, I don’t want to be told ‘missionary & lights off’.”

“Never again, Jay,” she said in a passionate whisper.

“I want to do anything and everything to you that I want and not worry even about whether you like it or not. You hurt me, Sasha. And I think Carly understand me well enough to know that part of me… frankly a part of me that I hate… but part of me wants to hurt you back. Emotionally… sexually… I don’t know… it’s fucked up. But… yeah… I want to give you a selfish revenge for or two.”

“Jay, you can selfishly revenge fuck me for the rest of my life. Truly. Even our worst sex with… as you say, missionary lights off, was better for me than anything else. I really did enjoy making you happy and even those times when you didn’t get me off… which were pretty rare to be honest, lover. Even those times were great.”

“So you wouldn’t care if I spit on your face then held you down by the throat while I fucked your ass and called you a cumdump?”

She shook her head fiercely. “I wouldn’t care if you slapped my face, called me the worst names you could imagine and pissed on me while I cried in the shower, Jay.”

I was taken aback, “Geezus, Sasha. Did that happen to you?”

She smiled tightly and didn’t answer the question, “I know you won’t… but I know I’m so fucked up that I’d enjoy it if you did. But only if you did it for you… not for me.”

I shook my head again, even though she couldn’t see me. “It’s not fucked up, Sasha… well… that last is a little fucked up, I guess. But the idea that you get your pleasure by giving it to your loved ones isn’t. It took me a long time to understand but I finally do.”

I stroked her arm, then ripped the velcro away. She gasped at the ripping sound then stretched her wrist in physical relief.

“So let me ask you, Sasha. Would you like to be my date to this wedding I’m going to?”

She laughed and nodded, “Yes… a perfectly weird way to start a perfectly weird adventure.”

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I untied Sasha and led her back out into the living room where the other girls were talking quietly. The only thing Sasha had worn was a pair of thigh high leather boots and a trench coat which she was now dressed back in. It was really sexy in an unexpected way. I had my hand on her shoulder as I led her out and the girls immediately stopped talking. Three beautiful faces looked up at me. They’d had a chance to fix themselves and their hair and makeup wasn’t as messed up as it had been before. I smiled at them and asked, “What were you three talking about?”

“Making bets as to what you were doing, Mr. S,” Louise said and Kyrsten and Carly playfully slapped her for spilling the beans so quickly. 

I laughed and folded my arms, adopting a stern face, “So what did each of you think would happen?”

Louise volunteered first, “I thought you’d make her jump through a bunch of hoops over the next month before you decided what to do. Maybe even make her bring you some of her girlfriends and fuck them in front of her.”

Sasha squirmed slightly and Louise smiled at the both of us. “And you, Kyrsten?” I prompted.

Kyrsten looked embarrassed, “I know it’s stupid and hopelessly romantic but I thought you’d just untie her and talk.”

I didn’t let my face alter but inwardly smiled, “And Carly?”

“I thought you’d agree to date her again and…” she paused before hopefully adding, “might even bring her to our wedding?”

I grinned, “Well you’re all partially right. Sasha is going to have a lot of work to do and some of that work will be sexual and degrading,” I smiled at Sasha and dropped my hand to give her ass a little squeeze. “But I haven’t planned on anything specific yet and certainly not fucking her friends.”

“I said, ‘maybe’,” Louise said playfully as she stuck her tongue out. 

Sasha turned to me with a somewhat surprised look. “Not even Heather?” she asked. Heather was her best friend and a semi-successful Instagram model. I blinked at her in surprise.

“Uhh… maybe,” I said.

“Oh good… she’s very excited,” Sasha said.

“What?” I asked as the other girls laughed at my lost composure.

“Oh yeah… she’s been wanting to fuck you since she met you but didn’t because ‘Sisters before Misters’ or something like that.”

I blinked again and then turned back, “Anyways… Kyrsten had it completely wrong,” she looked sad and surprised before I added, “we talked and THEN I untied her.” Kyrsten beamed in happiness. “And Carly, I haven’t agreed to date her again but I DID invite her to our wedding as my +1.”

“Grooms get plus ones?” Louise asked with a laugh.

“Mine does!” Carly shouted with a proud smile.

“Mine too,” Kyrsten said before looking slightly embarrassed. I hadn’t really formally asked her yet but we’d gently touched on the subject. I still wanted to figure out the actual legality of all of this. I gave her a little wink and she smiled back at me. 

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The day of the wedding was a surprisingly nerve wracking day for me. I wasn’t developing cold feet or anything like that, it’s just that the enormity of what was coming was really hitting me. My whole life, I’d planning on this day being the day I pledged my devotion to a single woman. But somehow I’d found myself in the opposite position. I was pledging to spend my life seeking out new women and sharing them with my wife. 

As I stood in the backroom, waiting for everything to be ready, I barely heard my brother ask me a question, “Sorry… what did you say?” 

He laughed at me, “I was just asking about Starla?”

“What about her?”

“I mean… I just wondered what her deal was? Why’s she like that?”

“Like what?” I asked then realized what he was saying, “With the sex? It’s her kink. She has her reasons but they’re hers to tell, not mine.”

“You met her through Louise?”

“Actually, I met her and Louise through Sherry. The first night Carly and I spent in the City actually. For awhile, I didn’t think she really liked me. She seemed like a real ice queen which was pretty much the direct opposite of Sherry and Louise.”

“What changed?”

“I got her to go on a date with Kyrsten and I. I told her she should learn about our lifestyle before she dismissed it.”

“And that did it?”

I laughed again, “No… Kyrsten coaxed her… kink out of her and we figured out this whole clever way to let her have her fantasy but safely,” I said. Max looked at me with confusion, “We figured out a way to give her a safeword… “red” and a continue word… “green” without explicitly talking about it. She really wanted to not talk about it.”

Max looked at me like I’d just described how to build a circuit board from sticks. Then he gave me a broad grin, “Yeah, I’m not gonna ever get used to your life, big brother.”

“I admit, it’s not for everyone.”

“I guess I just have to get a chink girlfriend…,” he said and smirked.

“Hey!” I said, angry at my brother for the first time.

“What?” he said all innocently, “You can call her that and I can’t?”

“I don’t ever call her that or even use that word behind her back. It’s a game we play. When we play it together, it’s fine. Calling her that behind her back is like calling Roland the N word. It’s racist, plain and simple.” I looked at my brother and he seemed suitably embarrassed and chagrined. “Don’t worry about it, I should have warned you. I’m weirdly sensitive about that stuff.

“But you still do it with Carly?”

“And Sherry… but only because it gets them off so hard. That’s the only reason, got it?”

He nodded, “Sorry… didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“No worries. Can you go find Roland for me? Tell him to let everyone know that we’re ready on our end.” Max nodded and headed out. I hadn’t meant to come down so hard on him but it was something that had been weighing on me in the back of my head. Especially now that I was going to be a dad, I felt like I needed to police my words and actions just a little bit better. Hearing Max so casually say what he said really struck a nerve.

When Roland didn’t show up after a few minutes, I poked my head out into the hallway and let out a little warning whistle lest Carly be caught unawares. I don’t believe in a lot of superstitions but that’s one that I see no reason to tempt fate on. We’d rented a small little event space. Nothing fancy. There were only 24 people coming so there wasn’t a lot of need for anything particularly opulent. The soft light barely lit the dark hallway and I idly thought that the dark oak paneling was almost aborbing what little luminescence was produced. I walked down the hall, hearing faint murmuring coming from one of the rooms a little further down around the corner. It sounded like Max’s voice. As I turned the corner, I heard the other voice a little more clearly.

“Max, no,” came Starla’s voice in mild protest.

“You weren’t saying no the other night,” Max said.

“That was fun and games. A whole different thing. Now’s not the time for this.”

I started to interrupt and come to Starla’s aid when I heard him ask. “So there is a time then? Are you going to give me the green light at some point?”

There was a pause and I held my hand up to the door, ready to push. Given how badly Max had misconstrued things with Carly and I, I had been momentarily a little worried but I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt after hearing him drop Starla’s safe word. Starla apparently was too, “You don’t seem like you’re willing to wait for a green light.” Her words were slow and uncertain. Like she wasn’t entirely clear where she was heading. I peaked in through the crack in the door.

Max was stepping closer to Starla. He had her trapped between himself and a gleaming metal table. Starla’s eyes were locked in on his and she seemed mesmerized. I knew the look well. “I’m not. And since you’re not giving me the redlight I think we both know what that means.” He reached up and flicked the strap of her dress off. Starla gasped as her boob, barely contained by the dress, popped out but she made no attempt to hide it. Her breathing was heavy and her large tit swelled with each breath.

“Wha… what do you mean, Max?”

He didn’t answer at first. He looked at her with a long pause. Watching my little brother, always so passive, try to be assertive made me really proud. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her before quickly shoving her down onto the table. “It means I’m going to fuck you and leave you full of my cum during the ceremony, slut.”

“Max… no,” she said with only a half-hearted protest. “What on God’s green earth are you doing?”

I saw Max smile, knowing that he was getting what he wanted. He unzipped his pants and leaned down to whisper in Starla’s ear. “I’m giving you a choice, bitch. The wedding’s going to start in just a couple minutes so I’ll either fuck your face, ruin your makeup and leave you with a faceful of cum or I can rip the slit of this dress all the way up and rape your slut ass. You can see if your gaped ass can hold my cum in during the ceremony. What’ll it be, slut?”

“Please… please, Max. Don’t do this. I can’t. Everyone will see me. They’ll… they’ll know… what I am…”

“Choose, bitch.”

“Oh God… oh God… I… I guess my face. I can’t let you rip this pretty green dress, Max.”

Max simply spun her around and shoved her forcefully to her knees. Before she could mock protest again, he shoved his cock down her throat causing her to gurgle in surprise as she gagged on his shaft. I smiled to myself and left the two alone. Max and Starla could do a lot worse and Starla might really help him come out of his shell. He was certainly learning the benefits of being more assertive from her.

I walked a little further down the hallway and heard Roland and Jennifer talking through another door. I reached up to knock when I overheard them say my name.

“Did you like fucking Jay?” Roland was asking. He didn’t sound happy but he didn’t sound upset either.

“Of course, I did. Absolutely.”

“And Tyrone?”

“Baby, are you jealous?” Jennifer said. Her voice sounded sweet and sexy.

“I mean… yeah… a little. But it’s cool, I’m not like angry or anything. I just want to know where we stand, babe.”

There was silence for a moment and I started to step away, not wanting to intrude on the moment or eavesdrop any more than I had. “We’re still perfect, Roland. I love you. You love me. We had a little fun and if you want to stop I’m fine with that. I’m also fine to keep experimenting if you want to do that. As long as we’re doing it together, okay?”

“How about we keep it to a fun rarity, okay? And I’ll always be there to make you mine afterwards. Now give me some sugar, babe.” I heard Roland sat as I walked further down the hall. Seemed like everyone was getting a pre-wedding hookup but me. I heard more voices down the hall and looked at my watch. The wedding was scheduled to start soon and I really just needed to let someone know that we were good to go on my end of things. I didn’t want anyone to rush Carly, however. Suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Young walked out into the hallway. Mrs. Young immediately spotted me and held her hand up.

“Carly’s right in there. Don’t go in,” she said then glanced at her husband and back at me, “Please.” Her husband nodded. His hand was on the small of her back possessively and I could see a look in his eyes that I recognized all too well. 

“No worries. I just wanted to let you guys know that we were ready on my side.”

“Why didn’t you send one of your groomsmen?”

“They’re both indisposed,” I said tactfully.

“Well Carly is getting her hair finished but everyone else is ready. Ten minutes maybe?” Mrs. Young said.

“Sure. Sounds good. I’ll wait in my room. Would you care to join me?” I asked. I wanted to see how Mr. Young would react. How well had he taken the reins. I wasn’t disappointed.

Mrs. Young looked at her husband with a look of hopefulness but also apprehension. He simply pulled her tighter and looked stonily at me, “My slut will not be servicing you today, Jay.” Mrs. Young practically swooned. She gave him a tender, loving kiss on the cheek.

I simply smiled and extended my hand to him, “Excellent, sir. I’m very glad that this is the way it turned out for you.”

He took my hand and returned the smile, “Me too. Thank you very much, by the way. You gave me a very good example to build from.”

“So you are happy with the affect I’ve had on the women in our lives?”

“Hai,” he said simply, “Carly and my wife have never been happier. And the young man you set Sherry up with seems to have kept her very happy as well.”

My smile changed into a little smirk. “I don’t think it’s him that’s keeping her happy, sir.” He raised an eyebrow and then his eyes went wide. I called out, “Sherry, come here.”

Moments later, Sherry emerged from the room and looked at us. I gestured for her to come to me and she walked forward with fear, glancing between her Dad and I. “Sherry, your dad thinks that I’ve been a positive influence on Carly. Do you agree?” Sherry looked at me, then at her father. “Look at me, Sherry,” I told her. Her eyes snapped back to mine. “Do you agree?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Yes, what?”

She found the resolve in herself to stand up straight and say, “Yes, Master.”

Mrs. Young gasped and Mr. Young looked at me again. His face was unreadable. I continued, “And have I been good for you, Sherry?”

She started to flick her eyes back to her father but stopped herself. She swallowed hard and licked her lips nervously before saying again, “Yes, Master.”

“Have I bred you, slut?” I asked, my tone cold.

“No, Master.”

“Have you asked me to?”

She paused for a half a heart beat before whispering, “I’ve begged you to, Master.”

“And what did I tell you?”

“That I had to finish school first, Master,” she said with a mix of pride and sadness. 

“Good girl, Sherry. Last two questions. Is Hideo a good boyfriend?”

“Yes, Master. Very much so,” she said enthusiastically.

“Do you want to ever be intimate with him, Sherry?” I asked, looking at her father. His face was an unreadable mask and I was unsure if I was overplaying my hand or not.

“No, Master. Never. He just doesn’t… do anything for me… in that way. He’s too… nice.”

“Have I dictated this to you? What have I told you about him?”

“What I’m free to be his but I don’t want to. You told him he’d have to take me and make me his… but he won’t.” Her lip quivered and she had a sad look on her face. Almost as if she wanted things to be different. I’m sure part of her did.

I wiped her cheek slightly, catching the tear at the corner of her eye before it fell further across her beautifully made up face. “Thank you for your honesty, Sherry. I know that wasn’t easy.” Then I turned to Mr and Mrs. Young. She was staring at her daughter in confused awe. He was boring his eyes into my soul. “Sherry’s a lot like your wife, Mr. Young. But unlike you, Hideo hasn’t stepped up in that way. Sherry likes him a lot… maybe even loves him,” I said and glanced at my fiancee’s little sister. She blushed but didn’t shake her head in either direction. “But he can’t make that next step. He can’t treat her like the little slut she yearns to be. Not like you’ve done with Mrs. Young here.”

The silence that followed seemed to take an eternity to unfold. I stood there, unable to breathe as he looked at me. Carly’s and Sherry’s relationships with their dad was complex, but it was also hugely important to them. I didn’t want to screw things up but nor did I want to be keeping secrets. Finally, Mr. Young looked at me and sighed, “I’m not happy about this, Jay. I hoped that one of my daughters would find a nice, normal asian man to settle down with. But I also want them to be happy. I assume Carly knows about all of this?”

“Yes, sir. Of course,” I said and Sherry nodded.

“Then it’s fine with me,” he said and I breathed. But then he added, “IF you promise me that you will continue to make it clear to my little girl that she’s always free to choose her mate. Regardless of what you,” he said pointing at my chest, “Or I might want.” The way he included himself in that spoke volumes for the man.

Sherry smiled and lunged at him, “Thank you daddy. I love you. Thank you.”

The man melted. His daughters may have grown up intimidated by him but it was clear where his heart strings were attached to. 

“What’s going on out there?” came Carly’s voice. I quickly spun around as Carly’s mother practically lunged at the door frame to bodily block her daughter from stepping out into the narrow hallway. 

“Nothing, Carly. Just working through some things with your soon-to-be-husband,” Mr. Young said with a smile. “I think we’re all on the same page now… although we might need to have a longer family conversation about secret keeping.”

I waved over my shoulder, “I’ll be heading back now. I guess we’ll be getting started soon.”

“I love you,” Carly called as I walked away.

“Not half as much as I love you, babe,” I said and she giggled softly behind me. I strolled down the hallway, a happy hop in my step. I knocked on Roland’s door and called out, “Five minutes guys.” The sound of the fumbling belt buckle and soft moaning told me all I needed to know.

Then I walked a couple doors down to the door Max and Starla were behind. I decided to have a little fun with my little brother and simply opened the door. Starla was on her knees, her face covered in cum and smeared makeup and her hair was a mess. Max was zipping up his pants and he turned to look at me. He looked scared, “Bro.. sorry… we just…” he said as he mentally stumbled in trying to find a plausible explanation.

“It’s fine. Starla’s a cock hungry slut. I know how difficult it can be to deny her when she drops to her knees and begs for cock.”

She smirked at me and said, “I didn’t beg.”

I winked and just said, “In your own little way you definitely did.” I walked back down the hall and turned into the little room we’d picked to do the wedding. I stepped up onto the little dais where Louise was waiting for me. We exchanged quick smiles before I turned my gaze to the room in general. All of the guests were there. It really wasn’t a big crowd but that was fine. Dave, Daphne, Victoria, Hideo and Mr. Wade were the only people from the office that were there. I’d given a courtesy invite to all three partners but Mr. Wade was the only one I actually cared about being here. My parents were in the front row and my mom was beaming at me proudly. On Carly’s side were all the other girls. Alex and Natalie were in the second row. Tabitha, Rebeccah, Jackie and Maureen were behind them. Sasha was sitting in the back, alone. I felt a little bad but the music started before I could think of saying anything. Starla crept in through the side door and sat down next to Sasha in the back, hoping to avoid the looks of everyone in the room. It would have been unsuccessful if Roland hadn’t walked in with Jennifer on his arm at that same moment. They came down the aisle and parted, each walking to their side. Then Max walked in with Kyrsten on his arm. She beamed at me and I felt like my heart stopped for a moment. 

Her dress was gorgeous on her. It hugged every curve, showing off her gorgeous body without being ostentatious. The dark blue looked amazing on her and made her hair and eyes really stand out. But her smile is what filled me with pure joy. She looked happy and content. I think the last few days had been a powerful catharsis for her. She stepped up next to Jenn as Max rolled in behind Roland. I smiled at her and gave her a little wink that made her snicker and made Jennifer roll her eyes. Then Jennifer pointedly directed my gaze back to the door. Carly was there and if I’d thought Kyrsten was beautiful, I had another thing coming.

Carly was being escorted in by her father with Sherry following behind with their mother. I couldn’t look away. Carly’s dress was cut perfectly for her. She’d found an amazing dress and gotten Madison to set her up with their best tailor. He’d altered it to absolute perfection. It highlighted her body like no other piece of clothing I’d ever seen. She was gorgeous. The silky white material clung to her, showing her off in a way that caused me to stir awkwardly. I realized my jaw was still open and forced it closed. She grinned at me knowingly then blew me a sweet kiss. Her lipstick drew all of my attention to those luscious lips which didn’t help that awkward stirring in my pants. I took her hand and helped her up the steps as her father sat down next to Sherry and Mrs. Young.

“Dearly beloved,” came Louise’s voice, “We are gathered here to celebrate the love and union of Carly Young and Jay Simpson.” She was clear and in command. Carly and I had struggled with how to conduct this wedding. What parts of our lifestyle to honor and what parts to keep private. Carly couldn’t imagine getting married with anyone other than Jenn and Kyrsten there as her bridesmaids. And I only wanted Max and Roland. So that left a needed place for Louise. When we realized that being the officiant made sense, we both realized how perfect it was. Louise was, of course, ecstatic to help.

“Jay and Carly have an unusual relationship as we know. But this ceremony isn’t about that. It’s about their uncommon love for each other. A love that we’ve all seen blossom and grow since they began dating. And it’s only continued to grow as they’ve gotten to know each other. Each of us here has had an opportunity to see them together. Is there anyone here who, for good reason, believes these two should not be wed?”

Louise allowed a poignant moment of silence. It wasn’t the perfunctory offering of quiet that often came with this moment. It was a pointed statement by Louise that nobody would object. She continued a couple seconds later, “Jay and Carly wanted to make their own vows. Go ahead, Carly.”

Carly looked into my eyes and I could see the tears of joy she was fighting off, “Jay, I never thought I’d end up here. When we were kids, I didn’t see you this way. When we got older, I feared that you didn’t see me in this way. And then, even when we started dating, a little part of me worried that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness.” She paused and her lip quivered slightly, “But you’ve convinced me that I do deserve that happiness and we’ve earned each other. And no matter what happens or what events get thrown at us in life, we’ll always have each other no matter what.”

I nodded in affirmation and resisted the urge to kiss her right there, “Carly, I also never thought that we’d end up here like this. I certainly never thought that our romance would play out like it has. What you’ve given me is more powerful than you could ever know. I used to think that a heart was limited in its capacity for love. But you’ve shown me that’s not the case. You’ve proven it over and over and it’s why I know you’ll be an amazing wife and mother. I get to wake up to you every morning if I want and that’s the greatest gift of all.”

Carly was crying softly but managed to hold it together long enough to give me a little nod. Louise reached out for the rings and Kyrsten and Roland dropped them into her small hand silently. “A lot of ceremonies place emphasis on the symbology of the wedding ring. But I think it’s even more important for this particular union to recognize that Jay’s ring was purchased by his fiancee, held by his girlfriend and delivered to his other girlfriend for placement on his finger. Jay, take this ring and place it on the first love of your life.”

I took the ring from Louise and quietly slid it onto Carly’s outstretched hand. “And Carly, take this ring and place it on the only man you’ll ever love.” Carly did so as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“By the powers of New York, I pronounce you husband and first wife. You may kiss your bride,” she said. There was polite clapping from the people around us, “Jay has asked for a private moment with his new wife and all the women that he’s slept with.” My parents exchanged confused looks which only got more confused when they saw Mrs. Young stay behind after a whispered instruction from her husband. Then my mom saw Jennifer was sticking behind and her eyes really bugged out. My dad gently shuffled her forward and they all exited leaving us in the room to ourselves.

Carly looked at me, an unvoiced question across her face. “Carly,” I said, “You wanted me to plan things and I did. The legal ceremony is finished. You’re now my wife. But I think we need something else to complete the moment, don’t you?”

She nodded and her whole body trembled. “I’ve fucked every woman in this room. Many of them multiple times. I’ll probably fuck most or all of them again. Whenever I want. With or without your knowledge. And not just them, there will be others. I may fall in love with them. I may have children with them. Is that what you want?”

“More than anything, Master,” she gushed at me.

“Strip,” I said. I’d already discussed this part with Kyrsten, wanting to be sure it was possible given what she was wearing. Carly didn’t hesitate. She started undressing with trembling hands while Kyrsten helped her lower the zipper at her back. “We’ve taken no wedding photos yet, have we?”

She shook her head as the white dress was removed delicately from her gorgeous body. “I don’t want there to be any wedding photos of us without this, understand?” I asked and I held up a box. She looked at me as the last article of clothing was removed and placed carefully aside. “Nobody will ever see an ordinary wedding photo. There will be no wedding of a vanilla wedding. Every photo taken today will show you marked as you really are,” I said and I opened the box. It was a gorgeous velvet choker with the word’s “Jay’s Slut,” on it in diamonds. It had cost a small fortune but I wasn’t worried about it anymore. 

Her hands jabbed into the box and she fastened it around her neck without hesitation or reservation. Kyrsten held her hair out of the way as she clicked the necklace tightly into place. It looked incredibly sexy on her as she stood there wearing only her heels. 

“Now, Kyrsten instructed you to prepare a separate set of vows, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re going to tell me them, but not yet. I need to get ready,” I said and I held my arms out. Victoria and Louise moved behind me and started undressing me in the way that Kyrsten had helped Carly. They trailed their fingers over me teasingly as they undid the buttons and helped me out of my jacket, shirt and pants. Carly stared in rapt attention. “Kyrsten, come here,” I said. Kyrsten walked forward. She thought she knew what this little mini-ceremony was about but I hadn’t told her everything. “Turn around,” I said and she promptly obeyed. I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward, “bend over like a good slut.”

She leaned onto the pedestal and spread her legs. I reached down and slid her dress up revealing a very wet, bald cunt shining between her legs. “Kyrsten,” I said as I stepped closer to her. I placed the head of my cock right at her eagerly waiting pussy. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Master,” she screamed in joy as I speared into her hard and fast. “Fuck yes… yes… yes,” she babbled.

I leaned forward and whispered, “Good girl. Now try to be quiet while Carly talks.”

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master. Punish me later, Master,” she said and then managed to keep her noises to soft grunts of pleasure as I kept jabbing into her.

“Go ahead, my love,” I said to Carly who simply watched in awe. 

“Jay, I love you with the entirety of my heart. Every bit of it. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and how to make your life better. I want you to have everything you ever want in life. But I especially want you to have anyone. Any woman you want, you should have. I want to watch that perfect white cock of yours fill up any mouth, cunt or ass it wants. I will always help you in any way I can. I will never get in the way of your sexual fulfillment. I will never demand your time, attention or seed. I say this because I have absolute in complete trust in you. I know that you won’t abuse me or this gift. I know that you are truly a Master in every sense of the word and so I make this pledge with no reservation or requirement. You are my Master and you are my everything.”

I grabbed Kyrsten’s hair and pummeled her hard and fast, finally shooting into her with a grunt. “Good girl,” I said patting Kyrsten’s hot ass. “Carly, clean her up while the other girls say something to you.”

Sherry was the first one to step forward. Carly’s little sister was positively beaming, “Carly, I’m jealous of what you’ve found but I hope to someday have EXACTLY what you have. I love you.”

Madison was next, “I don’t know you well Carly but I think what you have with Jay is incredibly special and I hope you treasure it always.”

Alex stepped up, “Carly, you better work hard to stay fit and ready for Jay or else one of the other hot little Asian sluts in this room is going to give you a real run for your money.”

Natalie was next. The Boston based women’s studies professor advised, “Carly, like Sherry I’m jealous that you’ve found a man to so thoroughly dominate you. You’re very lucky.”

Starla stepped forward. Her face was still a mess from my brother’s attention earlier. “Carly, I know you’ll never deny Jay anything. No isn’t in your vocabulary. You’re lucky he understands what that entails.”

Carly tried to mutter an affirmative but her face was still buried in Kyrsten’s gaping, dripping fuck hole. Kyrsten shot me a look over her shoulder with her mouth in a sexy “O” as Carly hit just the right spot again. The two girls knew each other’s bodies almost as intimately as mine so I wasn’t surprised. 

Daphne stepped up and gave Carly’s head a little push, “Carly, I envy you. Getting to be a slut devoted to a single cock for the rest of your life. Some of us yearn for that.” She shot me an unreadable look before stepping out of the way for the next girl.

Rebeccah said, “Carly, like, you get to have Jay but you also, like totally get to have Kyrsten too. She’s amazing just like your Master and you three or four or, like, however many there ends up being will be totes happy.”

Mrs. Young took a stride forward as Rebeccah stepped out of the way. She ran her fingers through Carly’s hair lovingly before saying, “Carly, your Master has given me my Master and for that, I’ll always be grateful. I hope that you treat him the way he deserves but I also wish you to find happiness in whatever lifestyle you two… or three decide.” She had a small tear in her eye that she wiped away and she shot me a weak smile as she moved out of the way.

Jackie stepped up and grabbed a fistful of Carly’s hair. She yanked her head backward and Kyrsten gasped as Carly’s tongue was removed from her just fucked cunt. Carly sat there, tongue out looking quite pitiful with the combined juices of Kyrsten and myself all over her face. Jackie said, “Carly, I never thought you’d be able to keep a man to yourself. Definitely not a stud like Jay. I’m glad I trained you to be happy as the side piece for a real man. I’m glad you know what you are.”

Carly whispered, “Thank you mistress.”

Jackie shook her head and said, “Dumb cunt,” before spitting on Carly’s upturned face and shoving her back into Natalie’s needy gash.

“Carly, I never thought I’d want what you have. But I’m proud to call you a friend and hope that you, Jay, Kyrsten and any other women you may add will have me in your group in whatever way you’ll allow,” Victoria said. She looked at me and I nodded at her. She smiled and walked up to me planting a sweet, soft kiss on my lips. She whispered quietly in my ear, “I love you… Master.”

Before I could say anything, she pointed to where Maureen was taking her turn, “Carly, we don’t know each other very well but I’ve seen what you have. Take it from someone who’s a little older and more experienced, what you have is special. Don’t ever let anyone tell you it’s bad because it’s different. It’s wonderful and beautiful and I envy your happiness.”

Instead of walking up to Carly, Louise came over to me and leaned into me, “Carly, I love you and Jay both. And that’s why I’m looking forward to our lives together. I hope the only fight we ever have it who gets to have his cock first.” Carly murmured something into Kyrsten’s cunt which made the redhead writhe before Carly extended her finger pointing at Louise and then giving her a thumbs up. We all laughed together before Carly returned to pleasing Kyrsten with her expert tongue.

Tabitha took her turn, “Carly, you and Jay are amazing. The way you embrace each other’s kinks and everyone around you. I know you’ll be happy with each other and I know you’ll make each other cum… over and over and over again.”

Jennifer stepped up. The second to last girl in a long line. She knelt down next to Carly and said, “Carly, I love you like a sister. You and Kyrsten and I have always been friends and we’ll always be friends. I’m so grateful that you and Jay have found something so special. I’m also grateful that you are sharing it with your friends. I think it’s changed Roland and I and opened our eyes to possibilities we hadn’t considered. I love you,” she said and gave Carly a soft kiss on her cheek. 

Finally, Sasha came forward. She looked awkward and the girls that new the background, especially Jennifer, were shooting her daggers. “Carly, I don’t know what will happen with… well… everything. But I want to say thank you. Thank you for reaching out to me. Thank you for loving me enough, without even knowing me, to bring me back in. Thank you for helping me see what I threw away. I don’t know how you do it but you are amazing and what you’ve made with Jay is… beautiful.” She started crying and Victoria reached out to help her up. My assistant gave my ex-girlfriend a hug and rubbed her back reassuringly.

Now it was my turn, “Carly, I will spend the rest of my life using you, training you and teaching you. But more important, I’ll spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

Carly pulled her head away from Kyrsten and looked up at me, “I love you too, Jay.” She swallowed my cock whole, shoving it down her throat and staring up at me with wide, obedient eyes. I stroked her hair before pulling her up to me and giving her a huge kiss.

“Let’s go start our life together, my love.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. And we did.