33: Getting Married, to the Best Soundtrack.

Fuck she’s got a lot of family…

I am at a very nice reception hall rented out for the occasion. Surrounding us are I think eight or more tables full of her family. I don’t really have family, so my side of things is represented by one table of my friends, and no family relations. All of my table is full of very kinky people trying to look like a bunch of vanilla friends. (I have no vanilla friends.) The difference is… stark.

She comes from a fairly conservative family. Not in a voting for EvilRedHats way, but in a ‘proper’ way. But her parents met and started dating from working a Rocky Horror Picture Show cast together. Back when live shows of that were a thing. So her family’s not that normal.

Many years earlier she’d messaged me back when OKCupid told her I was the best match for her, anywhere in the country. Quite the good recommendation. It seemed to work out, since here we were, years later, getting married. She had been in a prestigious all-women college when we started dating. Before that, having been a high school cheerleader and quite popular. Very much not someone you’d expect to now be staring up at me, wearing the silver necklace that has no clasp. The collar that she couldn’t remove. She’s smiling the world’s biggest smile, the happiest girl in the world as we stand in the middle of the dance floor, just her and I.

I don’t quite notice the hint of mischievousness that lurks in that smile. Until the music hits. Chariot’s Rise, by Lizzie West. My entire table full of friends dies at the same moment. I can see them falling against the table out of the corner of my eye. Because you see, it’s the title track from the BDSM-friendly rom-com “Secretary”. The most kink-friendly and explicit little film of the 00’s. (Maggie Gillenhall getting fucked against a tree in the woods by her husband/dominant, played by James Spader, is incredible. Go watch it if you’ve not.)

She never looked more beautiful. She’s so full of mirth and I can’t help but love her at this moment. As all my friends die of stifled laughter, I take her hand and we begin to dance. Our first dance as a married couple, Owner and Slave.

I loved that little Mogwai.