Trina · Part 2 (2/2)
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th. How embarrassing it would have been to cry out at my own wedding celebration!
The celebration had just entered its second hour. All though joyous and noisy it was also dignified. The Temple did not allow alcohol on its premises, and indeed most of the guests including Sharon and I did not drink. Absence of mind altering alcohol or drugs was frowned upon and discouraged. Bondholders and chattel always desired clear minds to control the discipline required to maintain the balance between them. After everyone had eaten and the dishes cleared away, the music and dancing started. Most bondholders had had their chattel remove their clothes so other guests could admire their possessions while they danced.
As the party entered its third hour, I was thoroughly enjoying myself watch Sharon take toasts from a few guests whose plane had been delayed and had arrived late. It was a so thrilling to watch Sharon dancing in her beautiful antique white bridal gown. It had a boat neck neckline with half-sleeves and was embroidered with an overlay of the finest French silk from the waist up. From the waist down it billowed out in sheer satin held aloft with crinolines. I had done her hair in a French braid intertwined with lilies-of-the-valley. Sharon had at one point in her life taught ballroom dancing and it was simply delightful to watch her flow across the floor.
When it came time for my dance Rita stood in for me. Rita was the vice president of a large casino whose beauty can only be described as breathtaking. Sharon and Rita danced slowly with everyone else watching. Rita was a perfect choice to dance for me so I wouldn’t miss this part of the wedding celebration.
As the party entered its fourth hour nearing midnight, guests began leaving a few at a time. I was beginning to feel the strain of my restraint. Sharon had taught me well over the last two years and
I had been a most eager pupil. Sharon had bound my arms palm facing every other day and suspended me by my arms feet off the floor. She started with ten minutes the first month and extended the time I hung each month by ten minutes. At the start of the second year of our engagement while still increasing the time by ten minutes, she began adding other restraints so I could gradually get used to it. A week before tonight, I had hung suspended for a full four hours minus only the chastity belt, nipple clamps, and bridle. Therefore, although feeling the strain, I was still able to quietly enjoy still being in complete restraint.
The only thing that really hurt were the corners of my mouth with the bit jammed hard against them. I had told my maidservant that if she did not cinch my bridle tightly when Sharon told her, that I would tell Sharon afterward. I guess she had taken my threat seriously as I have never had my bridle set so deeply.
As the end of the fourth hour approached with only a few remaining guests to leave, I increased my effort at working on my real wedding gift to Sharon.
This afternoon before we left for the Temple I had weaved a three-quarter inch length of rawhide unfinished and rough on both sides and the edges, through the links of the chain on my chastity belt securing it firmly to the last link of either end of the chain. It was also dyed to match the nude shade of my vagina. This was my secret plan. Sharon would not see the rawhide until the attendant handed her the chastity belt to put on me and it would be too late for her to do anything about it.
It would merely puzzle her for a moment wondering why I had placed it there, and than she would forget about it. She would only learn the real reason after the ceremony and wedding celebration had ended. The nude color of the rawhide would also not mar the appearance of the smooth stainless steel chain running through the inside lips of my vagina and secured front and back to the chastity belt.
Here is how my secret plan would work. The smooth stainless steel chain of one-inch links would by itself merely be tight in my vagina and as long as I didn’t move, easy being suspended, would only cause mild irritation.
However, with the rough rawhide laced through it, any movement would cause it to rub my vagina causing it to slowly chafe raw. By using my Uniting request to have the chain pulled tighter, I would ensure that it chafed my vagina until it was raw enough to bleed. Not too much, but just enough for little drops of blood to fall to the soft white cotton rope binding my feet and legs, and to splatter on the Dais below me."
Too ensure this about every fifteen minutes or so during the last four hours I had been suspended, I twisted my hips around as much as the restraints would allow me causing the chain and rawhide to twist ever so slightly.
Now with only perhaps twenty minutes left before the final guests left, I twisted my hips and buttocks savagely whenever I was sure no one was looking my way that might glance up at me. My strength was ebbing fast. Finally, the last guests left leaving only Sharon and the Temple
Priestess who had conjoined us. Sharon helped her on with her coat and went out to the foyer with her. Two maidservants were asleep on a couch. My eyes quickly found my maidservant’s who was wide awake and ready. She quickly ran to the couch nearest me and from behind pulled out a three by four foot mirror she had secreted there earlier.
Running over to me she held it up so I could see, not being able to look down because of my restraints. My plan had worked perfectly.
Dozens of tiny drops of blood dotted the soft white cotton ropes binding my legs and dozens more splattered the Dais. My plan had worked perfectly.
I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of my new corset cutting into the soft underside of my breasts and around my hips.
I smiled when I remembered Sharon teaching me that I would only know the true pleasure of submission when I could use my mind to turn the dull throbbing ache and sometime pain of restraint into pleasure. I thought
I had mastered the lesson pretty well and Sharon told me that although my efforts were commendable that I had yet to experience fully what it meant. How would I learn this I asked? I can teach you no more
Sharon had told me. All I can say is that at some point if you continue you use your mind to turn the ache and pain into pleasure you may experience what I am talking about. I’ll give you a hint though, she continued, the key is faithfulness and devotion to your Mistress. When your
Mistress has that, than you will experience the greatest pleasure you can possibly imagine, greater than words could ever describe. Bondservants who have experienced this highest level of submission describe it as 'crossing the line'.
I twisted violently straining against all my bindings with the remaining strength I had left. The ropes, the corset, my bridle, the chain running through my vagina, and the ropes binding my breast all chaffed at once twisting and cutting. All though every muscle and bone in my body ached, throbbed, or actually hurt, I experienced indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As my body became still once more I felt faint. My maidservant was suddenly before me standing on a chair wiping sweat from my forehead with a napkin she had quickly doused in ice water from a pitcher on the table. My body and mind still convulsed with pleasure as she wiped my face. My maidservant almost starstruck whispered that she hoped she would have the same courage as I when a Master or Mistress was eventually found for her to serve, but
I should rest now.
Although I couldn’t move my mouth, I closed my eyes and was smiling inside. I had crossed the line. Sharon had said it would be the only personal thing I could experience without her once I had given myself to her. She was right. If I had had the strength to twist myself as violently again I knew I would have orgasmed. It was just as well. It was forbidden me to orgasm twenty-four hours before and twenty-four hours after the Uniting ceremony. I closed my eyes now knowing in a few minutes Sharon would return to release my bonds. My handmaiden showed me her watch and smiled. I had now been bound and suspended for four hours and forty-five minutes, longer than ever before.
I opened my eyes when the foyer door opened and Sharon returned alone.
She was so beautiful. She looked tired also, happy, but tired.
She came to the table nearest me and motioned all three maidservants to her, the other two having awoken. They helped her out of her shoes and wedding dress and than carried over one of the Temple lounges for her to lay back and stretch out in. All Sharon had worn under her wedding dress was the white two-piece stretch silk set I had given her on her last birthday. The bottoms were footed and the top had long sleeves.
She was as radiant in this as she was in her wedding dress. It was opaque but nonetheless displayed every curve of the body I worshipped.
As my maidservant began to massage her feet and another brought her a cold glass of water, she lay back and gazed up at me smiling. "I’ll remove your bonds as soon in a few minutes after I rest a bit". I watch her eyes follow the curve of my body and stop at my legs. "What a beautiful wedding gift little one. Thank you". My eyes began filling with tears again.
Sharon had the two new handmaidens take me down an lay me on the dais and then sent them home. I saw her whisper to my handmaiden who went out, returned with some items that Sharon had evidently asked her to bring, and went out again. Sharon first removed my bridle and carefully licked the drool off of my face and breasts. She than kissed me deeply massaging my sore mouth and lips with her lips and tongue. She tasted so good. She than removed the bindings from my arms legs, and breasts.
Helping me sit up, she removed the nipple clamps quickly. I let out a sharp gasp as the blood flooded into them. Sharon quickly sucked my nipples until they were pink and flushed. Rolling me over on my stomach she undid the laces holding my corset and rolling me over again on my back removed it."
I lay on the warm, heated dais while Sharon went and brought me a cool drink of water. Holding my head, she helped me drink. I now lay on the dais wearing only my chastity belt with the chain between my loins. I looked at Sharon and found her adoring gaze. I crossed over the line a few minutes ago, it was wonderful. "I’m pleased little one", Sharon said. "When I remove your chastity belt and fealty chain, I’ll soothe your loins with my lips, although I do believe you will be sore for a fortnight because of your determination to please me.
To repay you for your beautiful submission, I’ll take you over the line once more before your maidservant brings your coat and I carry you to the car to take you home."
"If it serves you Mistress, than use me as my only desire is to please".
I lay relaxed, warm, and comfortable on the dais as Sharon kissed me once again.
Although I had no idea what Sharon intended, it didn’t matter.
My mind and body had been completely given over to her. Sharon moves about me and fastened a leather cuff to each wrist and ankle pulling them tight and buckling them securely. She then brought a large couch cushion about six inches high, had me sit up and lay down again the cushion positioned under the small of my back. Then, using the ropes, which had so recently bound my legs and arms, Sharon attached a length of rope to each cuff and fastened them to the hooks under the raised edge of the dais tying me spread eagle. Then checking the cushion under my back again, went around and pulled and retied each rope again pulling my body taunt.
It felt good to be tied spread eagled on my back after hanging for so long. Sharon went and retrieved her camera to take a couple of pictures, commenting on how beautiful I looked with my body curved in an arch, stretched tight, with my breasts jutting straight up. "It feels delicious," I told Sharon, "after hanging suspended for so long, I could go to sleep this way."
"You can sleep at home after your maidservant has bathed you and you’ve attended to my wedding orgasm", Sharon said, walking toward me with a small pillow. She positioned the pillow under my head and than lifted my head again and put a soft black velvet blindfold over my eyes. I could feel Sharon reach under me and unfasten the chain from the back of my chastity belt. She than unfastened the chain from the front and unbuckled and removed the belt. I was now laying spread-eagled on the dais, completely naked, with only the fealty chain with the entwined rawhide running through my loins. I felt Sharon moving around and felt her lay her head beside mine on my shoulder, both her arms across me over my breasts, her hands gently rubbing my stomach.
Sharon whispered in my ear that although it was forbidden for me to orgasm the day of conjoining on my own, that if I involuntarily had an orgasm it was all right. "Yes Mistress", I answered. With that, Sharon roughly began to kiss the side of my neck and at the same time took hold of the fealty chain between my legs with her fingers and slowly and steadily began to pull it forward holding the chain flat against my stomach ensuring the chain pulled through my already chaffed and sore vagina one link at a time. I screamed as Sharon pulled and the chain and rawhide bit deep in my vagina.
Sharon again bit my neck savagely causing me to squeeze my pelvic muscles hard as the last link of the chain pulled through and the first wave of a massive orgasm hit my body, causing me to writhe against the ropes holding me, Sharon’s mouth now on mine biting my lips and kissing me hard. I felt the second orgasm convulse me, as I fainted.
When I came to, I was wrapped in my full length mink nestled against
Sharon in the back seat of the car, one of the handmaidens driving.
My head lay against Sharon’s breasts as she stroked my hair with her hands.
It was dark in the limousine, and although I could not see her, my handmaiden was setting on the floor of the limo her head under my coat softly caressing my swollen, sore vagina with her lips. I smiled up at Sharon and she kissed me.
"Will it always be like this?" I asked.
long as you always please me Trina," she said.
"I will Mistress, I will," I said as I fell asleep in her arms.
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Trina · Part 2 (2/2)
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