We walk giddily out of the church arm in arm with the girls holding the train of Katie’s dress, tears streaking their cheeks and shit-eating grins adorning their faces.  I turn to face my slave-wife and smile gently at her.

“Well, love?  How do you feel, Mrs. Everhard?”

My lovely slave turns to me with a dazzling smile.

“Happy, elated, and horny as hell!”

I laugh at her words,

“Well, dear, I am happy to hear that, especially the last one.  May your nipples always hold true to your new family name…”

We look at each other and burst into laughter, much to the curiosity of the girls.

We reach the limo and I help her get inside, the girls following in and sitting across her as I walk to the other side of the vehicle and get in as well.  After a lot of discussion during the last few days (mostly while waiting for my balls to recharge), we decided to delay our honeymoon, so the limo slowly drives us home.  Neither I nor Katie feel the need to have a reception, so we decided to keep it low-key.  The only exception is that tonight, Hope and Hester will be sleeping in Katie’s home, while we will be spending the night in my apartment.  Thankfully the girls grudgingly agreed, after lots of mind-shattering orgasms, to let their mom have me all for herself today.

After reaching the house I kiss my girls goodbye and head upstairs with my horny wife.

As the door of my apartment closes behind me, I hug Kate and kiss her passionately.  She immediately reciprocates, her whole body sticking to mine, allowing her to feel my raging erection hidden under my clothes.

“Well, my dear, I think it’s best if we move this show to my playpen.  I have a full evening planned for my horny slave, and then a full night for my lovely wife…”

She smiles at me dazzlingly while looking at me lovingly.

“Yes, master.  Your horny slave will happily obey.”

I give a good squeeze at her buttcheeks, then, my hand still groping her ass while hers is around my waist, we walk to what is going to be our bridal dungeon…

As soon as we enter the room, Kate’s gaze darts left and right and her breathing becomes shallow, obviously aroused by all the possibilities that my equipment presents, a feeling amplified by not knowing what I am to do with her.

“Let’s start simple, love.  Kneel in front of your master and remove his clothes.”

“Yes, master!”

Kate happily drops to her knees in front of me and raises her head to look me in the eyes.

“Can this slave remove your clothes, master?”

The sight of her kneeling in front of me and her eyes looking at me lovingly sends me into overdrive, so I bend forward and grab her chin and smash my lips against hers.

“You may, my slutty bride.”

Having gotten permission, she starts taking off my shoes, as I caress her head with one hand while unbuttoning my shirt from the top of my shirt with the other.  Done with my shoes, she unbuttons and unzips my pants allowing them to drop to my ankles, then with deliberately slow movements, she raises my feet and removes the offending garment completely.  Done with the lower part, she slowly unbuttons the rest of my shirt, before stopping to kiss my abdomen.  I undo the shirt’s cuffs and nonchalantly remove it and throw it to the side, while my horny slave places her hands on my sides and oh-so-slowly lowers my underwear, allowing her favorite toy to spring free from constraint.  At the sight of my erect cock in front of her eyes, Kate licks her lips transfixed. I pat her head gently until she snaps out of her date and looks up, then I pinch her nose lightly.

“Now, now, plenty of time for that, dear, but first, we need to accessorize you.”

As I say so, I walk to the shelf with my toys and retrieve a black leather collar with an attached thin chain, then I walk back to her.

“Now, love, raise your head and pull up your hair, so your master can prepare you for your walk…”

Panting as her imagination runs wild, Kate does as told and I wrap the collar around her neck, taking care to leave enough space between the leather and her neck to allow me to grab her from the collar if needed.  When I am done, Kate lowers her hair again and looks at me expectantly.

I let my gaze linger on her lovely face, then on her collar, the thin chain attached to it in my grasp.  Yup, it really suits her, submissive but not vulgar… well, not yet, anyway…

“Now, my dear, you look very nice like this.  It makes me happy.  Did you ever think, when you moved into this building, that you would one day kneel in front of me wearing a wedding dress and a dog collar, eagerly waiting to be fucked?”

“No, master.  It never crossed my mind, but I am happy that it did happen!”

I pat her head as I would pet a dog.

“Good, your master is quite satisfied with you, dear.  But it just occurred to me that we were too busy preparing for the wedding and I didn’t have time to feed you, so go ahead dear, you can have a late breakfast…”

Kate dimples as she smiles at my words.

“Yes, master.  Thank you!”

…And dives mouth first on my cock!  In a fluid and well-rehearsed motion, half my seven inches disappear in between her hot, silky lips, as she starts slurping my meat while cupping my balls at the same time.  The suction force of her mouth is so strong that for a moment I am afraid that she will manage to suck my nuts out of my ballsack, but by now I am used to her vacuum-sucking ways and just enjoy the view, and of course, the blowjob…