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The Slave Wedding, What every little girl dreams of, no?
A Nyasia Story
Drake Washington, self made billionaire and a man of varied deviant tastes, stood in the doorway and looked in with an adoring smile. Olivia, a matronly older woman and his private island estate manager, was diligently applying some lipstick to his bride to be.
Another muscular Latino woman named Anita, one of his acquisition specialists and handlers of his many female ‘employees’ was using a wrench like a mechanic and tightening the two master restraining bolts. Olivia turned and then saw Drake. Her surprise evident as she barked out,
“You shouldn’t be here Mr. Washington. You know it’s bad luck to see the bride right before the ceremony.”
Drake laughed and then argued, “Yes, but that’s to see the bride in her dress. And as you know my pretty little slave bride Nyasia, will not be wearing a dress as she crawls down the aisle to become my permanently wedded slave wife.”
There was a visible shiver in Nyasia’s naked shoulders, as she heard these words. Flanked by the two women, she couldn’t turn around. Her securely locked on, metal neck and wrist yoke, kept her trapped and at their mercy. She could though look in the mirror and see her tuxedoed captor, owner or Master, she wasn’t sure what to consider him, standing there looking gorgeous and imposing.
In fact, she wasn’t sure what to make of all of this. Her past year of working for Drake Washington as a servant in his sprawling estate had gone from wearing titillating clothing and letting him touch her, to outright long-term sessions of bondage and sexual molestation and degradation.
His demand that he was keeping her as his own personal sex slave had made her flee his estate. An action that only ended up with her being caught and dragged back in chains, to be then truly humiliatingly punished and thoroughly enslaved by him.
But at the same time, his tender care of her in the months that followed and the endless mind-blowing orgasms he delivered regularly, made her come to adore the dominant, sometimes sadistic man, and unsure of whether she really wanted to be free.
When he declared his intent to keep her forever as his slave bride, she didn’t know whether to panic and beg for her freedom, or embrace it. So here she was being fondled, primped, somewhat dressed and locked into a rather inescapable piece of bondage equipment. And about to be made to crawl on her knees down an aisle, to be married to a man who basically already owned her. Who had basically enslaved her against her will.
Nyasia could feel anxious tears welling up in her eyes again. The older woman stroked Nyasia’s hair lovingly, as if knowing Nyasia was in mental distress again.
She spoke and chided Drake, “Listen Sir, we have to finish her makeup and get her corset on. Then her stockings and ankle cuffs and chains. So let us girls work away. Go play with the maid of honour. They have her next door, prepping her. I hear your best man may have already taken advantage of her situation.”
Drake laughed and turned to walk back out the door. He looked back in as Olivia refreshed the bright red lipstick on Nyasia’s open mouth. The bright deep red made the metal polished silver ball gag, strapped tight into Nyasia’s mouth, pop spectacularly. Drake could see Nyasia’s beautiful, yet anxious face looking back at him in the mirror.
His cock literally hardened in an instant as he looked at her radiant perfect brown skin, thick dark hair and wide open innocent eyes. He couldn’t wait to have his cock being covered in that red lipstick. And that’s when he remembered, “Oh Olivia one more thing.”
He quickly strode back into the room and pulled out a massive, four inch long, gold plated butt plug from his tuxedo jacket pocket. Its jewel encrusted bottom glinting in the sun flooding in from the adjacent picture window. He handed it to a grinning Anita.
“Put this in her delectable ass for me. I am going to love seeing it glint in the sun between her luscious perfect bum cheeks as she is paraded down the aisle. And then love it even more when I pull it out tonight and fuck my pretty bride’s ass.” He said, staring straight into Nyasia’s huge watery eyes, reflected back at him in the mirror.
“Oh my pleasure Mr. Washington. I will love putting this in our little slave slut Sir.” Anita gleefully announced. She couldn’t wait to twist and push the huge thing into Nyasia’s snug entrance. Her pussy went instantly wet thinking about making her boss’ favourite pet scream in agony.
Her smile disappeared as she looked up from the large toy in her hand, to see Drake frowning. There was anger in his voice as he corrected a growingly worried Anita. “My bride to be is not, nor will be ever referred to again as a SLAVE SLUT!…DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Sorry Sir..please accept my apology!” Anita quickly responded, head bowed and the knowledge that she would pay for this in the next few days, taking hold in her brain.
Drake grumbled and then decided to focus on his bride, instead of running through his head all the painful ways he would make Anita pay for her words. He would leave her painful oral punishment for later he decided, knowing it would be fun to deliver her punishment when she least expected it days from now.
Drake looked into the mirror to see Nyasia’s surprised face. He thought he saw her mouth the words, ‘thank you’ around the ball in her mouth. He smiled into the mirror and then said his goodbyes. But not before leaning down to kiss the top of Nyasia’s head through the flower encrusted veil, that Olivia had just put in place.
“See you soon my beautiful bride. Then you can truly be considered my property, for the rest of your life, my gorgeous gagged angel.”
Nyasia’s insides melted at his words. Yes, this may all seem a bit twisted, but she had never had any man profess such adoration for her in her young short life. Maybe she thought, this was the best thing for her. To give herself over to this domineering, hot and wealthy man, and let him take control. Her worries gone forever.
Drake turned and left to go see if his best man had finished fucking the maid of honour yet. As he entered the room just down the hall, a gorgeous bent over blonde, her mouth open and dripping drool and cum, was moaning and rocking back and forth.
Her leather armbinder hoisted high and chained to the ceiling and her very short little pink dress pulled up over her hips. Behind her captive body, his best man was grunting away and pumping his hips into the moaning girl. Drake shook his head and snapped his fingers.
“Come on Bryant, finish up and get her cleaned up and gagged again. Time to get the ceremony under way. You can fuck with blondie all night after the ceremony.”
The blonde’s eyes went huge and worried at Drake’s comments. His best man only grunted deeper, nodding his sweaty head as he started to slam into the girl so hard, spit and his earlier ejaculate remnants flew from her mouth on every thrust.
Drake shook his head with a grin at his friend and headed out to the garden. It was a full house of all his special guests. Members of his private club and a few other wealthy individuals who had the same specific sexual tastes as he did.
Greeting the various guests already seated and making sure every aisle guest had their required prop, Drake walked down the red silk carpet. The silk fabric was laid out a good fifty feet, from a flowered archway to the marble pedestal at which the pastor would officiate. The aisle was covered in white and pink rose petals. It was a sight any bride would die for he thought.
He took his place at the front and was soon met by his best man. Bryant was still stuffing his shirt into his tuxedo pants as he took his place. He nodded at Drake and then smirked. “Well that took the edge off, so how much do you want for that little minx? I think I need to add her to my collection. Unlike you, I buy them and sell them. I don’t fuckin marry them.”
Drake sighed and looked back down the aisle, waiting longingly for his slave bride to be, to appear in all her bound slave girl glory.
….Meanwhile….
Nyasia’s eyes were clenched shut. She was trying to wiggle away but Anita had too powerful a grip on the metal bar keeping her wrists locked firmly in place. The metal of the collar dug into her soft craning neck, as Anita leaned in just inches from her face. “How’s it feeling slu…I mean slave bride.”
Nyasia let out a huge muffled squeal around the solid silver ball filling her mouth. Her ass felt like it was on fire as Olivia knelt behind her and pushed upward with all her old woman might. Nyasia whimpered and wanted this to all end.
“Stop clenching Nyasia. Relax and let it slide in like Mr. Washington’s cock. I am sure you have felt his glorious thick cock in your backside hole many a time.” The older woman blushed, as she herself thought back to how her ass had once been prized amongst the masters.
Nyasia sobbed as the girth of the butt plug stretched her young anus to its limit. Yes she had been taken in the ass by Drake, more than once. And every time it had been a sobbing, screaming affair. But at least sometimes it had ended with her howling in a forced orgasm of some mind-blowing level. This was just outright agony as the two women prepped her.
Suddenly the older woman grunted and Nyasia felt her muscles give. There was an audible pucker noise as her snug asshole closed up around the narrow base of the huge implement. She felt unimaginably stuffed and could feel the jewelled end of the plug sticking out between her ass cheeks.
Nyasia whimpered as she stood there now and watched Anita’s grinning face. Olivia had gone out of the room to fetch something. Anita began to push down on the metal yoke and growled at a frightened Nyasia, “Down on your knees you stupid slave whore. Time to lock your slutty ass up and make you crawl down the aisle. What he ever saw in you, I will never fucking know.”
Jealousy was rampant on the towering woman’s face. She roughly attached the ankle chains to the ankle cuffs and then the one other chain between the back of Nyasia’s collar and ankle chains. There was no way Nyasia could stand in this system of restraints. Anita stood and then yanked on Nyasia’s collar chain, wrenching upward on the poor bride’s neck.
“You know bitch, If I were him, I would never take these off you, ever again. I would make your crawl on your knees, day and night. I would keep your ass plugged and clamp your fucking tits so tight they would fuckin blee….” Anita’s spiteful voice trailed off.
Nyasia’s terrified eyes scanned to the doorway to see to see Olivia standing there with Lucy’s leash in her hand. Lucy, was a fellow slave in Drake’s collection and had become a close friend of Nyasia’s. Nyasia calmed and then moaned, thankful that Olivia had returned. Her friend Lucy, cutely adorned in a dress that barely covered her shaved pussy, tried to smile around her own matching pink ball gag.
“Anita go tell the band to start playing, it’s time for our little slave to be properly wed to her Master.” The older woman sternly ordered. She gave Anita a look that made the jealous spiteful woman gulp as she fled the room. Both Nyasia and Lucy smiled at each other through their eyes, knowing Olivia had put the bitch in her place.
“Now come here Nyasia, time to link you two up. And my oh my, you do look so radiantly beautiful my darling little slave.” Olivia stated with watery eyes.
Nyasia shuffled over to Lucy, who had turned around to face the hallway out to the garden entrance. Olivia took the girl’s bright pink armbinder and attached a thin red rope to the loop at the base of the armbinder. A look of concern flashed over Nyasia’s gagged face when she realized what the older woman was up to.
Olivia reached down and threaded the line through Nyasia’s new clit ring. She tied it with a little knot to the gold ring piercing Nyasia’s dark rose coloured nub. Her clit just peeking out through the crotchless lace panties they had dressed her in.
The silver haired woman tested the knot with a firm tug that made Nyasia gurgle out a groan behind her gag. Anita grabbed both sides of Nyasia’s face and leaned in with a smile from ear to ear, “Just one more thing my beautiful little slave bride. Mr. Washington wanted to hear wedding bells as you crawl down the aisle, so here.”
Olivia quickly snapped on a surprisingly tight pinching little nipple clamp to Nyasia’s right nipple. The weight of the little brass bell attached to it, causing her nipple to distort rather uncomfortably. She whimpered as Olivia stood back up and clapped her hands together in joy and pride, tears were in the old woman’s eyes.
“Oh Nyasia dear, you look so perfect, so submissive, so ready to be forever owned. Why it reminds me so much of my wedding to my late great Master. I crawled to him down the aisle over forty years ago. And if he wasn’t gone from this earth, well then, I would be sitting by his feet out there, pretty pink gag in and leashed to my loving owner.”
Nyasia studied the woman and realized that maybe this was meant to be. That maybe she was meant to be Drake’s life long submissive and slave. And that a life of happiness could be hers if she submitted completely to this powerful handsome man. Her thoughts suddenly cut short as she screamed around her gag, “AAWWW GGAAAAAA”
The thin rope between Nyasia’s clit ring and Lucy’s armbinder had jerked taut, as Lucy took a chain rattling step and a half. “Oh My, not so fast Lucy, take your time walking down the aisle. We want the guests to have a nice long look at our beautiful bride.” Stated Anita.
Nyasia groaned from the throb in her delicate pierced clit. She hobbled forward on her white stockinged knees. Making sure to keep a pace with Lucy that would not inflict that kind of agony on her clit again. The huge butt plug stuffed in her bum though, making every shuffle send an erotic thrill through her core.
Both girls reached the Rose Arbor and Rose Petal decorated red silk path, with Nyasia only screaming twice into her gag. They both stopped and sighed around their gags. The sight before them incredibly romantic and gorgeous.
The smell of thousands of flowers filled the air and over a hundred heads turned backwards to look at Nyasia kneeling under the arbor, a few tears streaming from her eyes. A combination of tears caused be her throbbing clit, aching nipple and of course shock at such a beautiful ceremony intended just for her.
There was a hushed silence, broken only by the sound of Nyasia’s wedding bell chiming. She swallowed nervously behind her gag and then heard the procession music start. Lucy took her first hobbled steps, her pert round bum in full view of Nyasia’s face, as her barely hip length dress rode up with her tentative first chained steps.
Nyasia began to walk awkwardly on her knees along the path. She then noticed each guest sitting along the aisle, held a thin three foot long horsetail reed. She gulped as Lucy moved past the first rear aisle and both guests swung the reed. Both catching the back of Lucy’s thighs. The maid of honour squealed thru her gag and jumped a good foot forward.
Nyasia was so startled, she didn’t move. A decision which ended in her howling loud around her gag as her stretched clit stung in pain. Lucy’s flailing armbinder tugging unbearably tight on their roped attachment. Nyasia struggled to move forward, speeding up her awkward shuffle.
Every aisle they moved past, resulted in the flagellation of Lucy’s young tender ass and thighs. Every guest joining in the celebratory whipping of the lone female member of the bridal party. By the time both girls had reached the marble pedestal and flower covered alter, Lucy’s ass and thighs glowed with thin red streaks. Her eyes equally streaked with tears as she was untied from the bride and made to kneel beside the best man.
Drake stood there manly and handsome in his two thousand dollar tux. He bent down and took Nyasia’s neck chain and locked it to a length of chain bolted into the marble pedestal. He whispered to her, so only she could hear, “Once we are married, you can spend afternoons lounging out here in the sun. Chained to this pedestal as you suck my cock and remembering how special your wedding day was.”
Nyasia shivered in anticipation at the thought of spending her days locked up in this beautiful garden and servicing her this commanding man. She looked up at him with aroused and utterly accepting eyes. Drake smiled down on her as the pastor began to speak.
“Welcome all… to the betrothing of this slave to her Master. We are gathered here today to witness slave Nyasia, submit her will, her freedom, her body to this imperious man, Drake Washington.”
Nyasia knelt submissively listening to the Pastor’s words. She turned her trapped neck and arms a bit to glance out at the guests. It was easily all half well dressed Masters and Mistresses sitting in the white linen covered chairs. Their chained or roped slaves, all gagged and all sitting obediently at their feet.
The pastor’s voice rang out loud, “Do you Drake Washington take this young slave, to be your life long submissive? To protect her, to care for her? To punish her when she is disobedient and reward her when she is deserving?”
“I DO.” Drake firmly stated, grinning hugely at his beautiful kneeling slave.
“And do you slave, accept your place as Drake’s possession? To accept that your body is his, to give up your free will? To accept now, that your reason to exist, being only to please him? Your every movement and action controlled by him, your Master, your Owner, the Lord of your life?”
Nyasia gulped, unsure of how to respond, since she was already held captive and fully enslaved by him. The shiny silver ballgag still in her mouth, blocked any words she could say. She nodded slightly at the Pastor, who joked, “Well then by your silence, I take it you agree.”
A wave of laughter broke out amongst the guests and Nyasia looked up at Drake. He was reaching into his pocket and puling out a little black velvet pouch.
“I see you have the ring. Good…Drake you may apply the ring.” Announced the Pastor
Nyasia’s crinkled forehead showed her confusion and then she saw the contents of the pouch. Drake held the lustrous gold ring aloft. It wasn’t a complete ring as it had a small gap and two tiny holes on either side of the gap. Then Drake produced a fine gold needle from the pouch and sank to one knee.
Nyasia’s body began to shake, she knew where this was going. Drake’s hand held her left breast, his large fingers rolling her nipple. He placed the ring gap so her bud was sandwiched into the space. He placed the terribly sharp looking needle in the tiny hole beside the gap and opened his mouth.
“With this ring, I thee wed, my precious little slave.”
Nyasia screamed into her gag as she felt him push the needle straight thru her ultra sensitive erect nipple. She didn’t even realize Drake was leaning in and kissing her forehead, as she sobbed from the shock of the intense hot pin point pain. She was panting and crying as she heard the Pastor exclaim,
“I now pronounce you Master and Slave. You may now all whip the bride!”
…….Hours Later……
Nyasia sat at the head table, her ass still tingling, but not bad enough now that she couldn’t sit. She was smiling as Drake took a cloth napkin and wiped away some cake and frosting that had fallen on her bare and exposed chest.
Her gag was long gone, but her metal yoke was still in place, trapping her arms and making her hands next to useless. It meant that Drake had been hand feeding her thru the entire night.
He laughed as he told her, “You know slave, you are able keep more of my cum in your mouth then this delicious cake. You are such a little pig.”
Nyasia smiled back and teased, “Well Sir, maybe your cum just tastes so much better, that I never want to waste a drop.”
Drake threw back his head and laughed, “Oh you delicious naughty girl, that’s why I love you so much. You deserve a reward later for that comment. So how about another dance?” he asked standing and tugging upward on Nyasia’s still roped clit ring.
She groaned in pained arousal, as he pulled it just enough to elicit both a pained and aroused throb. She rose up and fell into his chest and said, “Let’s skip the dance Master and go find a quiet spot. I would like my reward now and I think it’s time you removed that huge butt plug in my throbbing ass and stuff it with something else, long, thick and dark.”
Drake groaned in agreement and planted his mouth fully over hers, sinking his tongue into her accepting mouth. A deep hard possessive kiss that had the crowd roaring. He then pulled his mouth away and looked deep into her eyes, “Your fucking mine now and I am so happy…Let’s go fuck your pretty ass!”
The two of them disappearing into the darkness of the garden. His hand slapping away at her pert round brown ass as she tried to hobble away giggling in her chains and the sounds of a wedding bell ringing away.
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And yes! Nyasia is really getting married.. in real life. This is JB’s wedding gift to his cute little chocolate muse. Let’s hope her wedding day is as fun as this story.
And also look for the story of how Nyasia got to this point as Drake Washington’s favourite slave girl. Coming in the near future.
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The Slave Wedding, What every little girl dreams of, no?
A Nyasia Story
Drake Washington, self made billionaire and a man of varied deviant tastes, stood in the doorway and looked in with an adoring smile. Olivia, a matronly older woman and his private island estate manager, was diligently applying some lipstick to his bride to be.
Another muscular Latino woman named Anita, one of his acquisition specialists and handlers of his many female ‘employees’ was using a wrench like a mechanic and tightening the two master restraining bolts. Olivia turned and then saw Drake. Her surprise evident as she barked out,
“You shouldn’t be here Mr. Washington. You know it’s bad luck to see the bride right before the ceremony.”
Drake laughed and then argued, “Yes, but that’s to see the bride in her dress. And as you know my pretty little slave bride Nyasia, will not be wearing a dress as she crawls down the aisle to become my permanently wedded slave wife.”
There was a visible shiver in Nyasia’s naked shoulders, as she heard these words. Flanked by the two women, she couldn’t turn around. Her securely locked on, metal neck and wrist yoke, kept her trapped and at their mercy. She could though look in the mirror and see her tuxedoed captor, owner or Master, she wasn’t sure what to consider him, standing there looking gorgeous and imposing.
In fact, she wasn’t sure what to make of all of this. Her past year of working for Drake Washington as a servant in his sprawling estate had gone from wearing titillating clothing and letting him touch her, to outright long-term sessions of bondage and sexual molestation and degradation.
His demand that he was keeping her as his own personal sex slave had made her flee his estate. An action that only ended up with her being caught and dragged back in chains, to be then truly humiliatingly punished and thoroughly enslaved by him.
But at the same time, his tender care of her in the months that followed and the endless mind-blowing orgasms he delivered regularly, made her come to adore the dominant, sometimes sadistic man, and unsure of whether she really wanted to be free.
When he declared his intent to keep her forever as his slave bride, she didn’t know whether to panic and beg for her freedom, or embrace it. So here she was being fondled, primped, somewhat dressed and locked into a rather inescapable piece of bondage equipment. And about to be made to crawl on her knees down an aisle, to be married to a man who basically already owned her. Who had basically enslaved her against her will.
Nyasia could feel anxious tears welling up in her eyes again. The older woman stroked Nyasia’s hair lovingly, as if knowing Nyasia was in mental distress again.
She spoke and chided Drake, “Listen Sir, we have to finish her makeup and get her corset on. Then her stockings and ankle cuffs and chains. So let us girls work away. Go play with the maid of honour. They have her next door, prepping her. I hear your best man may have already taken advantage of her situation.”
Drake laughed and turned to walk back out the door. He looked back in as Olivia refreshed the bright red lipstick on Nyasia’s open mouth. The bright deep red made the metal polished silver ball gag, strapped tight into Nyasia’s mouth, pop spectacularly. Drake could see Nyasia’s beautiful, yet anxious face looking back at him in the mirror.
His cock literally hardened in an instant as he looked at her radiant perfect brown skin, thick dark hair and wide open innocent eyes. He couldn’t wait to have his cock being covered in that red lipstick. And that’s when he remembered, “Oh Olivia one more thing.”
He quickly strode back into the room and pulled out a massive, four inch long, gold plated butt plug from his tuxedo jacket pocket. Its jewel encrusted bottom glinting in the sun flooding in from the adjacent picture window. He handed it to a grinning Anita.
“Put this in her delectable ass for me. I am going to love seeing it glint in the sun between her luscious perfect bum cheeks as she is paraded down the aisle. And then love it even more when I pull it out tonight and fuck my pretty bride’s ass.” He said, staring straight into Nyasia’s huge watery eyes, reflected back at him in the mirror.
“Oh my pleasure Mr. Washington. I will love putting this in our little slave slut Sir.” Anita gleefully announced. She couldn’t wait to twist and push the huge thing into Nyasia’s snug entrance. Her pussy went instantly wet thinking about making her boss’ favourite pet scream in agony.
Her smile disappeared as she looked up from the large toy in her hand, to see Drake frowning. There was anger in his voice as he corrected a growingly worried Anita. “My bride to be is not, nor will be ever referred to again as a SLAVE SLUT!…DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“Sorry Sir..please accept my apology!” Anita quickly responded, head bowed and the knowledge that she would pay for this in the next few days, taking hold in her brain.
Drake grumbled and then decided to focus on his bride, instead of running through his head all the painful ways he would make Anita pay for her words. He would leave her painful oral punishment for later he decided, knowing it would be fun to deliver her punishment when she least expected it days from now.
Drake looked into the mirror to see Nyasia’s surprised face. He thought he saw her mouth the words, ‘thank you’ around the ball in her mouth. He smiled into the mirror and then said his goodbyes. But not before leaning down to kiss the top of Nyasia’s head through the flower encrusted veil, that Olivia had just put in place.
“See you soon my beautiful bride. Then you can truly be considered my property, for the rest of your life, my gorgeous gagged angel.”
Nyasia’s insides melted at his words. Yes, this may all seem a bit twisted, but she had never had any man profess such adoration for her in her young short life. Maybe she thought, this was the best thing for her. To give herself over to this domineering, hot and wealthy man, and let him take control. Her worries gone forever.
Drake turned and left to go see if his best man had finished fucking the maid of honour yet. As he entered the room just down the hall, a gorgeous bent over blonde, her mouth open and dripping drool and cum, was moaning and rocking back and forth.
Her leather armbinder hoisted high and chained to the ceiling and her very short little pink dress pulled up over her hips. Behind her captive body, his best man was grunting away and pumping his hips into the moaning girl. Drake shook his head and snapped his fingers.
“Come on Bryant, finish up and get her cleaned up and gagged again. Time to get the ceremony under way. You can fuck with blondie all night after the ceremony.”
The blonde’s eyes went huge and worried at Drake’s comments. His best man only grunted deeper, nodding his sweaty head as he started to slam into the girl so hard, spit and his earlier ejaculate remnants flew from her mouth on every thrust.
Drake shook his head with a grin at his friend and headed out to the garden. It was a full house of all his special guests. Members of his private club and a few other wealthy individuals who had the same specific sexual tastes as he did.
Greeting the various guests already seated and making sure every aisle guest had their required prop, Drake walked down the red silk carpet. The silk fabric was laid out a good fifty feet, from a flowered archway to the marble pedestal at which the pastor would officiate. The aisle was covered in white and pink rose petals. It was a sight any bride would die for he thought.
He took his place at the front and was soon met by his best man. Bryant was still stuffing his shirt into his tuxedo pants as he took his place. He nodded at Drake and then smirked. “Well that took the edge off, so how much do you want for that little minx? I think I need to add her to my collection. Unlike you, I buy them and sell them. I don’t fuckin marry them.”
Drake sighed and looked back down the aisle, waiting longingly for his slave bride to be, to appear in all her bound slave girl glory.
….Meanwhile….
Nyasia’s eyes were clenched shut. She was trying to wiggle away but Anita had too powerful a grip on the metal bar keeping her wrists locked firmly in place. The metal of the collar dug into her soft craning neck, as Anita leaned in just inches from her face. “How’s it feeling slu…I mean slave bride.”
Nyasia let out a huge muffled squeal around the solid silver ball filling her mouth. Her ass felt like it was on fire as Olivia knelt behind her and pushed upward with all her old woman might. Nyasia whimpered and wanted this to all end.
“Stop clenching Nyasia. Relax and let it slide in like Mr. Washington’s cock. I am sure you have felt his glorious thick cock in your backside hole many a time.” The older woman blushed, as she herself thought back to how her ass had once been prized amongst the masters.
Nyasia sobbed as the girth of the butt plug stretched her young anus to its limit. Yes she had been taken in the ass by Drake, more than once. And every time it had been a sobbing, screaming affair. But at least sometimes it had ended with her howling in a forced orgasm of some mind-blowing level. This was just outright agony as the two women prepped her.
Suddenly the older woman grunted and Nyasia felt her muscles give. There was an audible pucker noise as her snug asshole closed up around the narrow base of the huge implement. She felt unimaginably stuffed and could feel the jewelled end of the plug sticking out between her ass cheeks.
Nyasia whimpered as she stood there now and watched Anita’s grinning face. Olivia had gone out of the room to fetch something. Anita began to push down on the metal yoke and growled at a frightened Nyasia, “Down on your knees you stupid slave whore. Time to lock your slutty ass up and make you crawl down the aisle. What he ever saw in you, I will never fucking know.”
Jealousy was rampant on the towering woman’s face. She roughly attached the ankle chains to the ankle cuffs and then the one other chain between the back of Nyasia’s collar and ankle chains. There was no way Nyasia could stand in this system of restraints. Anita stood and then yanked on Nyasia’s collar chain, wrenching upward on the poor bride’s neck.
“You know bitch, If I were him, I would never take these off you, ever again. I would make your crawl on your knees, day and night. I would keep your ass plugged and clamp your fucking tits so tight they would fuckin blee….” Anita’s spiteful voice trailed off.
Nyasia’s terrified eyes scanned to the doorway to see to see Olivia standing there with Lucy’s leash in her hand. Lucy, was a fellow slave in Drake’s collection and had become a close friend of Nyasia’s. Nyasia calmed and then moaned, thankful that Olivia had returned. Her friend Lucy, cutely adorned in a dress that barely covered her shaved pussy, tried to smile around her own matching pink ball gag.
“Anita go tell the band to start playing, it’s time for our little slave to be properly wed to her Master.” The older woman sternly ordered. She gave Anita a look that made the jealous spiteful woman gulp as she fled the room. Both Nyasia and Lucy smiled at each other through their eyes, knowing Olivia had put the bitch in her place.
“Now come here Nyasia, time to link you two up. And my oh my, you do look so radiantly beautiful my darling little slave.” Olivia stated with watery eyes.
Nyasia shuffled over to Lucy, who had turned around to face the hallway out to the garden entrance. Olivia took the girl’s bright pink armbinder and attached a thin red rope to the loop at the base of the armbinder. A look of concern flashed over Nyasia’s gagged face when she realized what the older woman was up to.
Olivia reached down and threaded the line through Nyasia’s new clit ring. She tied it with a little knot to the gold ring piercing Nyasia’s dark rose coloured nub. Her clit just peeking out through the crotchless lace panties they had dressed her in.
The silver haired woman tested the knot with a firm tug that made Nyasia gurgle out a groan behind her gag. Anita grabbed both sides of Nyasia’s face and leaned in with a smile from ear to ear, “Just one more thing my beautiful little slave bride. Mr. Washington wanted to hear wedding bells as you crawl down the aisle, so here.”
Olivia quickly snapped on a surprisingly tight pinching little nipple clamp to Nyasia’s right nipple. The weight of the little brass bell attached to it, causing her nipple to distort rather uncomfortably. She whimpered as Olivia stood back up and clapped her hands together in joy and pride, tears were in the old woman’s eyes.
“Oh Nyasia dear, you look so perfect, so submissive, so ready to be forever owned. Why it reminds me so much of my wedding to my late great Master. I crawled to him down the aisle over forty years ago. And if he wasn’t gone from this earth, well then, I would be sitting by his feet out there, pretty pink gag in and leashed to my loving owner.”
Nyasia studied the woman and realized that maybe this was meant to be. That maybe she was meant to be Drake’s life long submissive and slave. And that a life of happiness could be hers if she submitted completely to this powerful handsome man. Her thoughts suddenly cut short as she screamed around her gag, “AAWWW GGAAAAAA”
The thin rope between Nyasia’s clit ring and Lucy’s armbinder had jerked taut, as Lucy took a chain rattling step and a half. “Oh My, not so fast Lucy, take your time walking down the aisle. We want the guests to have a nice long look at our beautiful bride.” Stated Anita.
Nyasia groaned from the throb in her delicate pierced clit. She hobbled forward on her white stockinged knees. Making sure to keep a pace with Lucy that would not inflict that kind of agony on her clit again. The huge butt plug stuffed in her bum though, making every shuffle send an erotic thrill through her core.
Both girls reached the Rose Arbor and Rose Petal decorated red silk path, with Nyasia only screaming twice into her gag. They both stopped and sighed around their gags. The sight before them incredibly romantic and gorgeous.
The smell of thousands of flowers filled the air and over a hundred heads turned backwards to look at Nyasia kneeling under the arbor, a few tears streaming from her eyes. A combination of tears caused be her throbbing clit, aching nipple and of course shock at such a beautiful ceremony intended just for her.
There was a hushed silence, broken only by the sound of Nyasia’s wedding bell chiming. She swallowed nervously behind her gag and then heard the procession music start. Lucy took her first hobbled steps, her pert round bum in full view of Nyasia’s face, as her barely hip length dress rode up with her tentative first chained steps.
Nyasia began to walk awkwardly on her knees along the path. She then noticed each guest sitting along the aisle, held a thin three foot long horsetail reed. She gulped as Lucy moved past the first rear aisle and both guests swung the reed. Both catching the back of Lucy’s thighs. The maid of honour squealed thru her gag and jumped a good foot forward.
Nyasia was so startled, she didn’t move. A decision which ended in her howling loud around her gag as her stretched clit stung in pain. Lucy’s flailing armbinder tugging unbearably tight on their roped attachment. Nyasia struggled to move forward, speeding up her awkward shuffle.
Every aisle they moved past, resulted in the flagellation of Lucy’s young tender ass and thighs. Every guest joining in the celebratory whipping of the lone female member of the bridal party. By the time both girls had reached the marble pedestal and flower covered alter, Lucy’s ass and thighs glowed with thin red streaks. Her eyes equally streaked with tears as she was untied from the bride and made to kneel beside the best man.
Drake stood there manly and handsome in his two thousand dollar tux. He bent down and took Nyasia’s neck chain and locked it to a length of chain bolted into the marble pedestal. He whispered to her, so only she could hear, “Once we are married, you can spend afternoons lounging out here in the sun. Chained to this pedestal as you suck my cock and remembering how special your wedding day was.”
Nyasia shivered in anticipation at the thought of spending her days locked up in this beautiful garden and servicing her this commanding man. She looked up at him with aroused and utterly accepting eyes. Drake smiled down on her as the pastor began to speak.
“Welcome all… to the betrothing of this slave to her Master. We are gathered here today to witness slave Nyasia, submit her will, her freedom, her body to this imperious man, Drake Washington.”
Nyasia knelt submissively listening to the Pastor’s words. She turned her trapped neck and arms a bit to glance out at the guests. It was easily all half well dressed Masters and Mistresses sitting in the white linen covered chairs. Their chained or roped slaves, all gagged and all sitting obediently at their feet.
The pastor’s voice rang out loud, “Do you Drake Washington take this young slave, to be your life long submissive? To protect her, to care for her? To punish her when she is disobedient and reward her when she is deserving?”
“I DO.” Drake firmly stated, grinning hugely at his beautiful kneeling slave.
“And do you slave, accept your place as Drake’s possession? To accept that your body is his, to give up your free will? To accept now, that your reason to exist, being only to please him? Your every movement and action controlled by him, your Master, your Owner, the Lord of your life?”
Nyasia gulped, unsure of how to respond, since she was already held captive and fully enslaved by him. The shiny silver ballgag still in her mouth, blocked any words she could say. She nodded slightly at the Pastor, who joked, “Well then by your silence, I take it you agree.”
A wave of laughter broke out amongst the guests and Nyasia looked up at Drake. He was reaching into his pocket and puling out a little black velvet pouch.
“I see you have the ring. Good…Drake you may apply the ring.” Announced the Pastor
Nyasia’s crinkled forehead showed her confusion and then she saw the contents of the pouch. Drake held the lustrous gold ring aloft. It wasn’t a complete ring as it had a small gap and two tiny holes on either side of the gap. Then Drake produced a fine gold needle from the pouch and sank to one knee.
Nyasia’s body began to shake, she knew where this was going. Drake’s hand held her left breast, his large fingers rolling her nipple. He placed the ring gap so her bud was sandwiched into the space. He placed the terribly sharp looking needle in the tiny hole beside the gap and opened his mouth.
“With this ring, I thee wed, my precious little slave.”
Nyasia screamed into her gag as she felt him push the needle straight thru her ultra sensitive erect nipple. She didn’t even realize Drake was leaning in and kissing her forehead, as she sobbed from the shock of the intense hot pin point pain. She was panting and crying as she heard the Pastor exclaim,
“I now pronounce you Master and Slave. You may now all whip the bride!”
…….Hours Later……
Nyasia sat at the head table, her ass still tingling, but not bad enough now that she couldn’t sit. She was smiling as Drake took a cloth napkin and wiped away some cake and frosting that had fallen on her bare and exposed chest.
Her gag was long gone, but her metal yoke was still in place, trapping her arms and making her hands next to useless. It meant that Drake had been hand feeding her thru the entire night.
He laughed as he told her, “You know slave, you are able keep more of my cum in your mouth then this delicious cake. You are such a little pig.”
Nyasia smiled back and teased, “Well Sir, maybe your cum just tastes so much better, that I never want to waste a drop.”
Drake threw back his head and laughed, “Oh you delicious naughty girl, that’s why I love you so much. You deserve a reward later for that comment. So how about another dance?” he asked standing and tugging upward on Nyasia’s still roped clit ring.
She groaned in pained arousal, as he pulled it just enough to elicit both a pained and aroused throb. She rose up and fell into his chest and said, “Let’s skip the dance Master and go find a quiet spot. I would like my reward now and I think it’s time you removed that huge butt plug in my throbbing ass and stuff it with something else, long, thick and dark.”
Drake groaned in agreement and planted his mouth fully over hers, sinking his tongue into her accepting mouth. A deep hard possessive kiss that had the crowd roaring. He then pulled his mouth away and looked deep into her eyes, “Your fucking mine now and I am so happy…Let’s go fuck your pretty ass!”
The two of them disappearing into the darkness of the garden. His hand slapping away at her pert round brown ass as she tried to hobble away giggling in her chains and the sounds of a wedding bell ringing away.
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And yes! Nyasia is really getting married.. in real life. This is JB’s wedding gift to his cute little chocolate muse. Let’s hope her wedding day is as fun as this story.
And also look for the story of how Nyasia got to this point as Drake Washington’s favourite slave girl. Coming in the near future.