It was around 8:30 am when she stirred and remembered the delightful night before and wanted a little more. She roused Henry and pushed his sleepy head down between her thighs, a few squeezes from her strong legs awakened him sufficiently to begin his task and then she locked her legs around him, completely entrapping him. Occasionally she squeezed a bit more, engulfing his head so that it was barely visible, though she kept a firm grip on his hair with her hands. He worked hard to bring her the pleasure she demanded.
Gwen felt her dominance coursing through her in a powerful rush. Her dominance of Henry had grown steadily through their relationship and was certainly on full display the night before. But now, this morning, the idea that they were truly and finally married, and the fact that she had just manhandled Henry into a position to worship her with his now very talented mouth, without so much as a “would you?” excited Gwen no end. She loved this. And she loved that Henry loved it, too, as evidence by his once again hard, large erection.
She had done enough reading in the femdom world by now, to know that for all intents and purposes Henry was her slave. Yet, she hesitated using that word in her own mind, much less out loud. It had bad connotations outside of the world she had become familiar with and was creating with Henry, so she just wasn’t comfortable with it. Maybe she would be one day, but not yet.
Once Henry had brought her off a couple of times, she had him roll over so that her thighs now gripped his head face up and she proceeded to get her husband off with just her feet. She wanted him to have relief—she never grew tired of seeing how sexually aroused Henry was by her and his orgasmic eruptions were the ultimate expression of that—but she wanted to save the next intercourse for the resort bed.
Once complete, they showered, dressed, went down for some breakfast, and then returned to go to the airport.
The flight to the Bahamas was uneventful, fortunately, and getting to the elaborate resort and checking in was easy. Still, the unusual couple drew some stares from both hotel staff and guests, but nothing that was too obviously impolite. Wife and husband had come to expect this by now. There was nothing to be done about it. Gwen was five inches taller in her bare feet and had 80 lbs on Henry. She wasn’t—but she almost looked to be about twice his size.
The suite that Gwen had booked was high in the hotel, with an ocean view, and a mostly private balcony. After the hotel porter left their room, with him giving a quick look of something that was a cross between awe and pity to Henry. Gwen, however, was excited! They had several hours before their dinner reservation to play and they both wanted to make the most of it!
“Time for you to strip, Henry! You will have no need for any clothes until dinner time! I will go change myself. When you are done just be on your knees, waiting for me.”
Henry quickly stripped out of his clothes and sank to his knees, waiting for Gwen to return from the adjacent room. It was taking some time, so his mind wandered and he thought about his life and the events of the past year that have led to this moment. He could not believe how lucky he was and felt!
All his life, since he had first discovered his father’s porn stash and read stories of tall, powerful, dominant women, he had wanted to be with someone like Gwen. He knew himself to be submissive through and through and so desperately needed someone to understand that, appreciate him for that, and love him enough to want to rule his life. Gwen was really everything he had wanted: smart, tall, strong, dominant.
He was astonished that he had been so lucky that she gave him a chance during their encounter in the bookstore so long ago. He looked forward to devoting his life to her now that they were married. He knew it would be challenging at times, but he couldn’t imagine how his life could have evolved better! He loved Gwen more than life itself and was prepared to do anything for her.
Meanwhile, as Henry thought about this, Gwen opened up her suitcases and removed the key items for the afternoon. A new, soft black leather bodice, that had a strap to loop around her neck but left her breasts fully exposed. A silky but skimpy pair of black panties. And finally, a new pair of black leather boots that came up to her mid-thigh, including 4-inch spike heels with a metal tip. She tied her hair back in a tight pinytail and put on a black military-style hat.
Gwen looked at herself in the large mirror of bedroom in their suite. She saw in her reflection a beautiful, commanding, authoritative—dare she say it?—bitch Goddess. (Henry had long convinced her by now that she was indeed beautiful if for no other reason that he found her beautiful.) I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t cum instantly at the sight of me, she thought to herself, all the while smiling and admiring herself in the mirror for a long time. There was, after all, no reason to rush this. The rest of the day was hers as she saw fit.
She then removed other things from her “kinky” suitcase. Her riding crop, leather cuffs for Henry’s hands and feet, rope, some new things to try on her husband, like nipple clamps and other toys. But most important of all was the new collar and leash she had bought for her submissive husband for their honeymoon. It was a thick leather collar, but this one was now personalized and engraved. It read: “Property of Gwen.” She also had a new bondage hood for Henry, with a built-in gag, but wasn’t sure how much she would use that since she enjoyed using his mouth so much.
As Gwen prepared to call Henry into the bedroom with its large king-size bed, she was pretty sure she would return from the honeymoon pregnant. The time was right in her cycle—and she and Henry were going to have an awful lot of sex over the next week. Well, good, she thought. With her marriage secure, the next step was the family after all, and she wasn’t getting any younger.
“Come here, my love. I’m ready for you now! But, crawl to me on your hands and knees and be prepared to supplicate yourself before my magnificence!”
Henry smiled at that and did as he was ordered, crawling up to Gwen as she stood by the bed, with her crop in hand, tapping her new boots with it. As he entered, he looked, and was awe-struck! A condition he was often in when Gwen was dressed this way, but today she seemed particularly spectacular—not least because he was no longer crawling to his girlfriend or finance but to his beloved wife! That made it all the sweeter, even as he steeled himself for some of the discomfort that was to come. His cock was as hard as a rock.
Gwen beamed down on him, delighting in all the wicked fun they were about to have. She had him put on his own foot cuffs and then put on the wrist cuffs herself. Then she showed him the new collar, made him kiss it, and she secured it on with a lock. The key was on a chain around her neck. Lastly she attached the leash and sat down on the side of the bed. She leaned down toward him and pull his head in close to hers.