Chapter 36 - The Love Boat
Kelly and I dressed more casually the next morning, in denim
minis and sandals, but we wore our corsets under snug blouses and
looked just as sensual as ever. This was to be the day of the
wedding, and the primary task for the morning was the rehearsal.
Everything was pretty straightforward, a traditional ceremony, except
for one curious aspect of Vixen's movements. She seemed extremely
concerned with her bouquet, afraid of dropping it. For the rehearsal
we had gathered up a few of the table flower arrangements to use in
place of the real bouquets, and she held hers in both hands throughout
the practice session. When the time came to pass it to me (as the
maid of honor) for the ring ceremony, she held it out to me with both
hands, and took it back with both hands when she retrieved it. I put
it down to the nervousness of a bride, and in any event it didn't
impede the flow of the planned ceremony.
The wedding party then went to lunch. The real wedding
ceremony was planned for the middle of the afternoon, so most of the
guests would have a little time for themselves before we got back
together. Not the bridal party though.
"Would you two come help me dress?" asked Vixen. "I had your
own gowns delivered to the dressing room, too, since they're too big
to negotiate the passageways without a police escort."
"Sure," I said. "I'd have been disappointed if you didn't
give us the chance. We'll just go by our cabin for a couple of
minutes, then be right there."
In our cabin, Kelly and I changed from our suntan stockings
and bright red sandals to the ice-blue stockings and satin pumps we
would wear with our bridesmaid dresses. Vixen had always worn the
flowing wig that matched my own liquid cascade, and had told us she
intended to leave it down under her veil. I left mine tumbling to my
waist as well, so a little work on fresh makeup and we were ready to
go, almost.
"No panties for you, beautiful," I told Kelly.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I want you to wear this instead," I said as I handed
her the remote control vibrator egg.
"Ooh, you're not nice," she giggled, but she reached for it
eagerly.
"Why am I being so favored?" she asked as she inserted it.
"I'll make you a large bet that Rocky has Vixen wear hers, and
I want you to be a good example for her, to make sure she doesn't
chicken out."
"I never thought of that, but no bet, I'm sure you're right,"
Kelly laughed.
We made our way to the dressing room, located close to the
ship's ballroom where the wedding would take place. Vixen was already
waiting, her nervousness combined with the feline grace given by her
mastery of the pattern to produce the distinct image of a jungle cat,
pacing in a cage, hungry for action.
"Calm down," I smiled as we entered. "Rocky is a terrific
guy. Just trust him and go with the flow."
"Oh, I do trust him," she sighed, "but I want it to be so
perfect for him."
"That's what we're here for, and his groomsmen as well. It'll
be fine," I assured her.
We helped her into her own ivory gown first. The Scarlett
O'Hara style suited her well, especially now that she had a real bosom
to push up dangerously close to the low bodice of the dress. Her
enormous skirts seemed to fill the room, billowing out from layer on
layer of petticoats. There was a small vanity table in the dressing
room, with a backless bench placed before it. The importance of the
no-back chair became apparent when she tried to sit down so that Kelly
could help her with a final refinement of her makeup. First, Vixen
just gathered her skirts around her and sat, but the front of her
dress flipped up and hid her face completely, simultaneously
displaying a host of lacy underthings. She stood up again and draped
her skirts back over the stool, letting the hem of her hoop-skirt
surround the bench. That allowed her gown to surround her in a
beautiful display of elegant femininity while she sat quietly waiting
for Kelly to complete her magic.
While they were busy doing that, I started to don my own
bridesmaid gown, working my way into the layers of petticoats. By the
time I was finished with the underclothes, Kelly was finished with
Vixen and then helped me into the dress itself. My own bosom poked up
close to the top of the dress, displaying an unambiguous development
that Ran had never owned.
"It's a good thing we're all in pretty good shape," I grinned.
"These dresses are so heavy, we'll get a week's workout for our legs
in this afternoon alone."
"I know," Vixen agreed. "But they're so beautiful."
"Did you ever think you'd end up like this," I smiled at her.
"No," she said softly, "and I owe it all to you."
"Not entirely," I grinned. "I think Rocky had a little to do
with it."
"Oh, right," she giggled. But then she turned more serious.
"You know what I mean, though. Without you, I still would be afraid
of men, and afraid of my own femininity. I owe you more than I can
ever repay."
"Then don't try. I remember once saying all you owed us was
your friendship. It's as true now as it was then."
We hugged each other, laughing as our skirts tilted up behind
us when the leading edges plowed together as we got close enough to
reach. But this time Kelly had her own petticoats on and was ready
for help with her dress. Her own bosom was so flamboyant that we
watched for a few minutes to make sure a medium-deep breath wouldn't
cause her tits to explode over the top. She didn't dare try a deep
breath, but then her corset took care of that anyway. She couldn't
have taken a deep breath if she wanted to.
Kelly reached for Vixen's veil, but I stopped her. "Vixen,
what did Lord Atlas give you to wear?" I asked.
"How did you know?" Vixen replied with her own question.
I merely smiled with the cool amusement and confident power of
Lady Raven, reminding Vixen that I was a dominant, too, and quite
capable of training a slave girl. She nodded her understanding and
went to a small bag lying on a side table. Inside were her golden
cuffs, her high collar, and her own remote control vibrator egg. I
caught Kelly's eyes when Vixen drew the egg from the bag, provoking
another nod of acceptance of the wisdom of Lady Raven.
"You should have put this on before you put your dress on," I
said.
Vixen nodded, but said nothing. She held the egg in her hands
a little uncertainly, wondering if she should really get married while
wearing such a device. I motioned to Kelly to lift her own skirts,
finally helping her so that Vixen could see that Kelly had her own egg
in place.
"Do you have her control switch with you?" Vixen asked in
surprise.
"Of course, and I'll bet that Rocky has the one to that egg
with him. You may get a surprise or two during the ceremony."
"Oh, he wouldn't!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, he would," I laughed, not letting her in on the rest of
the secret. Yet.
She grinned and handed me the egg, "Would you do the honors?"
"Gladly," I replied, then helped her to lift her skirts. When
I reached her nether lips, I found a sheer white g-string appropriate
for a ceremonial deflowering after the wedding. Nonetheless, I
removed it, since Vixen's master had indicated a different sort of
prize should be provided. She was nervous enough that her own juices
were uncharacteristically sparse, so I stroked her a little with my
long red nails until her muscles began to clamp at my fingers.
"That just might be the reason he wants you to wear this, so
you're ready at the magic moment," I chuckled.
With her lubricant flow stimulated, the vibrator egg slipped
easily into position. We shook the petticoats and skirts of her dress
back into a graceful flow, then moved to the other items her master
had given her. The high golden collar forced her to hold her head
erect, and the wide golden cuffs, when fastened together with the lock
provided revealed the reason she had been using two hands on
everything at the rehearsal, her hands wouldn't be separated until her
master unlocked her at his decision.
We handed her the bridal bouquet, which concealed the lock
very well though the golden bands glistened brightly. Without the
lock they looked like wide bracelets, a little showy for a traditional
wedding dress, but not clearly bondage devices. Her thick mane of
hair concealed the lock holding her collar in place as well, so only
her closest friends would recognize the true significance of her
wedding vows. When the time came to promise to obey, her meaning
would be more absolute than most women intended. We draped her long,
flowing veil over her head and she was ready, as beautiful as any
bride could ever hope to be, as matchlessly feminine as only a woman
trained by Lord Odysseus could ever actually be.
I thought we were about done and was looking around to check
out the room for leftover items, when Kelly made her own outrageous
demand.
"Brandy, it doesn't seem fair that we're not wearing panties,
but you are."
"It wouldn't matter if I took them off, my disguise cushion
serves about the same purpose," I explained.
"So take it off, too," she demanded.
"What? You're kidding. I work too hard to keep my secret to
reveal it now."
"It won't be revealed. Your petticoats will hold it down, and
the gown is full enough to hide any bulge. Since it's floor length,
even your wonderful tool won't show below it," she giggled.
"Oh, Brandy, you must," Vixen laughed.
I glared at Kelly for a minute, then laughed myself. "You
girls are going to get me in trouble, but I seem to remember saying
that before."
"And you were right," Kelly added her own giggle to our
laughter. "Here, let me help."
She dove under my flowing skirts, burying her head out of
sight. In a moment, I felt my thong panties slide down my legs,
followed by the close-fitting disguise mound. I expected her to
reappear after I felt my freed cock lying along my leg, but instead I
felt her talented lips circle the tip of it and begin to draw it into
her mouth. My gasp revealed what was going on, provoking a grin from
Vixen at the turnabout. It wasn't long before Kelly's talented
orifice was bringing me to a shuddering climax, almost causing my own
knees to buckle. She milked every drop, pulling the juice from my
balls so hard I thought they would turn inside out. When there was
absolutely nothing more to be had, Kelly emerged from under my dress.
"There, that should minimize the bulge for at least the length
of the ceremony," she bragged.
"That depends on how often I look at you, beautiful," I
breathed, still trying to get my heart rate down from the
stratosphere. It felt very strange to have my cock dangling down
inside the dress, exposed to the cool air of the room. Kelly was
right, though, I knew it wouldn't show, even if it resurrected itself
before we had a chance to change clothes.
"I seem to remember you saying that I wasn't nice," I reminded
her, "but you've got no right to accuse anyone else."
"I have a perfect right," she laughed. "It takes one to know
one."
She stood back to look at me, and we all twirled around so
that we could be checked out from all angles. Our trio was beautiful
in a way that would be memorable on the ship. We all moved with the
grace of the pattern, we all celebrated our sensual natures to the
fullest, and we were all dressed in a style of exultant femininity.
It would be spectacular, and it was time to go.
Kelly poked her head out of the dressing room to ensure that
they were ready for us, and when she was given the all clear we filed
out into the anteroom to the cruise ship ballroom. The wedding guests
were all in place, Billie Jo's father waiting to escort her down the
aisle. I hadn't really met him, but he seemed a nice enough man,
though completely out of his depth in the intense atmosphere that
surrounded Vixen, Lord Atlas, and the rest of our wild crew. His
smile when he saw his gorgeous daughter made any other considerations
unimportant, though, and her answering smile shown forth even through
the veil.
The entry music started, Rocky and the groomsmen filed into
the front of the room, and Kelly started down the aisle with the
traditional, elegant hesitation step. In a few minutes it was my turn
and I began my own graceful glide down the aisle. I was gratified to
hear the quiet oohs and ahs of the crowd as they saw me, knowing I was
spectacularly beautiful in a more striking way than the glowing Kelly
had been. Even without hobbles, the towering heels we wore limited
the length of our stride to a controlled, delicate pace, and I had
time to reflect on the shock that would flow through the crowd if they
knew what was swinging loosely inside my dress. My smile of cool
amusement warmed up with genuine humor, but I moved carefully, not
wanting anything to disrupt the ceremony, at least not yet.
Part of my attention was ensuring that I didn't drop one of
the control switches I had hidden within my own bouquet. That's
right, switches. I had one programmed for Kelly, but I had programmed
a spare for the code to Vixen's hidden vibrator egg, and I expected I
would find a time to send her a buzz before long.
After an endless time, though right on time, I reached the
dais at the front of the room and took my place to the left of the
center aisle. The bridal procession music started and all heads
turned to see Vixen march down the aisle, her arm held by her father.
Our similarity was never more apparent than at that moment, with
Vixen's face obscured by the veil, her long dark hair an exact match
for my own, and her gown hiding any small differences in our bodies.
I realized at that moment that I could have changed places with her
and almost no one would know until the time came for the groom to lift
the veil, except for the conspicuous absence of the maid of honor, of
course. Yet there was a difference as well, one that wouldn't be
apparent in any photograph, but was unmistakable to someone trained by
Lord Odysseus. She moved with a fluid grace that was a wonder to all
who saw it, but there was still a definite flavor of slave about her.
Perhaps it was in her head, forced erect by the high collar rather
than by the confidence of one who owns rather than is owned, or
perhaps it was the questing look for her master and husband-to-be,
rather than the internal assurance of self-reliance that dominants
possessed. Whatever the cause, I knew that Lord Odysseus, and Lord
Atlas, would have been able to identify each of us even if we had been
dressed identically. When she reached the front of the ballroom, the
traditional ceremony began.
Everything went as scheduled. Vixen's practice at handing off
her bouquet to me with both hands, to cover the bonds that held them
together, proved itself and it seemed natural, the apparent
nervousness charming in a beautiful bride. Rocky placed the ring on
her finger and she retrieved her bouquet, again with both hands, and
no one not already aware of the special nature of her gestures picked
up on the reason. In a time that always seems surprisingly short,
Rocky was lifting her veil for a kiss.
This was the moment I had been waiting for, and I flicked the
switch on her buried buzzer as his lips reached hers. She shuddered
and a moan escaped her lips, provoking a titter in the crowd as they
thought they recognized passion caused by their kiss. Rocky was
pleased, though surprised as well, and lingered a little longer over
the kiss than he probably originally intended. I kept her vibrator
sending its intense pulses into her pleasure nubbin throughout their
kiss, only releasing the switch when he finally let her up for air.
Her response as the stimulation ended was to give another moan of
regret that caused another titter to flow through the crowd. When she
managed to open her eyes, she looked at her new husband and master
with confused wonder, surprised that he was willing to claim total
control over her body so soon, and so publicly. He misinterpreted her
expression as one of desire, though perhaps it was pretty close to the
truth at that.
The happy couple turned down the aisle, the recessional music
flowing out from the on-board orchestra, and I turned to my own
escort, Erik, Lord Odysseus. To my surprise he was a little taller
than me and I realized he had worn boots with just enough heel to make
him compatible with my height, the carefully-tailored legs to his
tuxedo pants hiding his choice from the guests. I smiled at him and
took his arm, matching my motion to the graceful flow only he
possessed of all men I knew. One day I would have to ask him why no
other men had succeeded in learning to dance the pattern.
The reception was held in the dining room without an actual
receiving line. Rocky and Vixen strolled through the crowd of
well-wishers, her hands demurely clasping her bouquet the whole time.
Whenever she happened to look directly at him, I sent her a buzz,
using the vibrator as a Pavlovian device to condition her to even
greater devotion to her master. After a while she began to look
around the room to find out who was sending the stimulation to her,
since Rocky's hands were visible for at least some of the times when
she had been buzzed. Her eyes met mine and I let my amusement show,
confirming a suspicion that had already been pretty certain in her
mind. She smiled at me with an "I'll get you later" expression, and I
returned it with a dare to do her best.
Kelly caught a little of the byplay and came to whisper in my
ear, "How's it hangin', stud?"
"Long and hard, you should know," I whispered back, not
letting her cause me embarrassment.
"Do you have a switch for her vibrator?" Kelly asked.
"Yep," I giggled."
"I thought so. Did you buzz her during their kiss?"
"Yes," I confirmed again, "and several times since then."
"You're terrible!" Kelly chortled in my ear.
"Be nice, or I'll give you a little buzz, too," I threatened
with a laugh of my own.
"Promises, promises," Kelly challenged me, a good or bad move
depending on what she really wanted. What she got was a little
stimulation of her own as I flicked the other switch. Her eyes
widened, then began to flutter as she sagged against me. Only when
her knees began to give did I turn off the switch.
"Dare me again and I'll put you on the floor," I grinned.
"Promises, prom . . .oops! Forget I said that," she pleaded.
I lifted my bouquet as though I were about to flick her
switch, but it was Vixen, pulling Rocky along with her, who stopped
me.
"Don't you dare," Vixen ordered, though the smile in her eyes
eliminated any threat behind her direction, making it a plea instead.
"Dare what?" I asked innocently.
"You know very well what!" Vixen laughed.
"Are you telling me that my little control box for Kelly is
sending out impulses to you instead?" I asked, as though I were only
now realizing it.
Within my bouquet I turned on both switches, causing the two
of them to gasp, then shudder as the impulses washed through their
bodies. After a second or two, though, I turned them off, or at least
turned off their vibrators.
"You're not a very nice person," Rocky grinned.
"There seem to be a lot of people with that opinion of me," I
admitted.
"I think I'll just relieve you of the burden of that control
switch, though," he said.
I handed over the spare controller, the one tuned to the
frequency for Vixen's vibrator, and smiled innocently. "Ah just
cain't imagine how that got in theah," I drawled with a southern
accent to match our antebellum gowns.
"Keep it up and I might just have to see about reuniting Vixen
and Vivid. Lord Odysseus tells me they make a magnificent pair."
"Promises, promises," I laughed, catching Kelly's eyes as I
parroted her earlier phrase.
"Come with us, anyway, it's time for the pictures," Rocky
directed.
We went back to the ballroom to pose for the typical series of
group photos. I was amused but not surprised to see Button, the
erstwhile Julie, hovering around Captain Samson with a decidedly
possessive air. She was really a cute girl and I hoped they would
someday be as happy as I knew Rocky and Vixen would be. For that
matter, I hoped they would be as happy as Kelly and I were. During
one of the intervals when I wasn't required to be in the picture, Erik
walked over to talk with me.
"You doing okay?" he asked.
"Sure, why not?" I replied.
"Rocky is a pretty special guy, and he used to be your guy."
"Not really. What we had was special, all right, but it
wasn't something to build an enduring relationship on. I've got Kelly
for that, and I wouldn't trade her for anything. Actually, I was just
thinking about you. It seems everyone else has found the love of
their life but you. Are you ever going to settle down?"
A look of sadness passed over his face, almost too quick to be
noticed. In an instant the calm, well-balanced strength returned, but
I cherished that tiny glimpse past his normally seamless exterior,
knowing that he had allowed me to see it.
"I'm a different sort of person than the rest of you. This is
what I do, and I do it well. You know, some doctors don't take their
oath seriously, but I do. If there is anything I can do to help
someone, I just have to do it. In a way, I'm as much a slave to my
work as anyone I've ever trained."
I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a warm embrace, not
sexually passionate, but deeply caring nonetheless.
"You know you're always welcome in our house, or in our bed,
or even just to talk with us," I said. "We owe you more than we can
ever repay, me most of all."
"You don't owe me anything," he disagreed, just as Vixen
walked up again.
"I heard what she said, and I'll disagree with you both. We
both owe you, but I owe you more than anyone else can possibly ever
match. Rocky knows it, too. You'll always be welcome wherever we
are. And your money is no good on anything that Rocky owns. You
might be surprised at how much that is. I know I was."
"There, see?" Erik laughed. "I always get paid for my
services. By the way, the last installment is due on your bills. Pay
up or I'll take your tits back."
Vixen's throaty laugh spilled out through the room, bringing
her master to see what was so funny. When she explained, his own deep
voice added to hers, and he began to paw through his pockets.
"Believe it or not, I don't have any money with me," he
smiled.
"Way to go, girl," Kelly chortled. "Keep him on a tight
leash."
We all laughed at the implication that their relationship was
reversed, all except me that is. I smiled, but I was a little too
serious for genuine mirth.
"Here, Erik, perhaps this will do as an interim payment, until
my check arrives," I offered.
In my hand I held a small golden key. He looked at it, then
smiled at me, instantly aware of what it was, and what it meant. It
was the key to Vivid's chains, and I would be his whenever he wanted.
Totally his, as his slave for as long as he wanted. I wouldn't have
made that offer even to Rocky, Lord Atlas, but I was completely
serious in offering myself to Lord Odysseus.
"Go ahead and take it. I'm sure you have a collection, but
none of your customers are any more satisfied than I am."
"Actually," he said with another instantly-covered flicker of
sadness, "this is the first one from any of my graduates. All the
rest ended up like Vixen here with a new master. I may take you up on
this sometime. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to have a key to the
bonds of my other trainees, their loyalty must be to their new owner,
but then, you've always been unique."
"I'll say! Completely! That's an understatement!" my
companions chorused in compliment to me.
There I stood in an incredibly beautiful gown, looking
incredibly beautiful in it, with my long cock swinging freely below my
skirts, tasting the cool air of the room. Yes, I was truly unique as
my indescribably intense lovers so cheerfully celebrated. I had made
wildly passionate love with each member of this circle, and all knew
my deepest secret. But they loved me for who I was, celebrating the
very uniqueness that would have shocked so many. And I loved them
all, loved them enough to let some go, like Rocky and Vixen, while
holding on to others, like Kelly. Through it all, she had been a
constant anchor in my life, always supportive, always creative. In
one way or another, we had helped each other find a fulfillment that
had been beyond imagination when we had started on this unbelievable
journey. I looked at her, to find her own eyes rising to mine with
the unity of total attunement.
"Thank you," I mouthed silently to my beautiful wife, Kelly,
letting her know that even among such wonderful people, I never forgot
who was most important in my life. She smiled back, her overflowing
joy shining from her eyes, a promise of deeper pleasure smoldering
behind her long lashes. My long cock, free for the first time while I
was wearing a dress twitched in response to her silent message. My
own smile changed to a grin, acknowledging the effect she had created,
but I added a silent promise of my own and was rewarded by the sight
of her spectacular nipples popping up through the tight bodice of her
dress. The rest of our circle of lovers seemed to recede from us as
our world returned to its focus on each other.
"Well, Rocky, I used to feel sorry for Brandy for losing you,
but I don't think there's anything to worry about," Erik said,
catching on to the heat beginning to flow between Kelly and I.
Rocky answered with his own grin, "No, Brandy is a lady that
can always take care of herself."
Then he got serious for a minute, and looked directly at me,
"Though you know you can always call on me, for anything you need."
I laughed to lighten the mood again, though I sent him a look
of gratitude as well. "Really?" I giggled, "just what will
Mrs. Thornton have to say about that?"
The lady in question added her own laugh, then said "Whatever
my husband desires is my desire, but I think he might be more
interested in Vivid."
"Promises, promises," I said, then secretly flicked the switch
on Kelly's vibrator. Her surprised gasp got everyone's attention,
provoking a smile from those who understood the cause. She began to
shiver, and her eyes closed as she let the intense stimulation wash
through her.
"I think Kelly needs to lie down for a while. We'll be back
later. Maybe." I laughed as I led her away, our wide gowns sweeping
the people at the reception from our path.
Ran became pretty reclusive after that wedding. In fact, the
only time anyone has seen him since was when he went to get his
driver's license renewed one year. Brandy gets around quite a bit,
though, as well as Lady Raven and Vivid. Lord Odysseus provides
personalized training every now and then and we still go to his house
to dance the pattern. He finally did settle down with Dancer, though.
We could see him reduce her dependency on him until she was ready to
leave the nest, but she never did. They celebrate their love every
day, sometimes sharing a nipple clamp or two with Angel and I.
From somewhere Rocky obtained a Social Security card and
certified birth certificate made out to Brandy Regina Dewinter (rich
people can accomplish amazing things) and I used these to become a
formal partner at Ran's investment firm. I pay taxes, for goodness
sake.
After a few months when we heard nothing from Dart Tanyon, I
figured he had left our life forever until one year when I got a photo
Christmas card from a family I didn't recognize. A beaming, portly
man was surrounded by a nice-looking woman with light-brown hair, a
boy with a mischievous grin and a beautiful little girl with long dark
hair. Inside was a note.
"Dear Brandy, I wanted you to know that I turned my life
around after that night. I had never understood how ugly a thing a
bully is until then. Candy and I went away until the dye wore off and
somewhere during that time we realized that we ought to stay together
and we got married. I've never been happier. If you ever see that
big guy who helped you, tell him he was right. Thanks to you both."
It was signed, "Mr. and Mrs. Roger Tanyon, Dart and Brandy."
There was a post script as well. "By the way, we kept the
clothes. Candy thinks they're fun and I have to admit I do, too. Our
life is never dull. Thanks for opening my eyes to that particular
experience as well. Our best wishes will always be with you, Brandy,
the most beautiful lady we ever met."
I wonder if I should write to him with a terrific weight-loss
plan I know about.
THE END
