56: A Renaissance Wedding

Setting

Our wedding took place at a Renaissance Fair. (I’m a nerd. You know this already.) We rented out their little wedding corner. Calling it a “venue” would be giving them way too much credit. It was a single freestanding trellis on one side of the event.

This was quite the little shindig, and had taken quite some time to pull together. Invites had to be sent out in both English and German, as much of the German Kitten’s family only spoke the latter and had to fly in. We rented out an entire B&B near the fair for ourselves and our guests.

All of my friends and even a couple of family members had come, mostly dressed up in ‘garb’, getting into the theme of it. Our amusingly hardcore Christian friend came as a friar, which was definitely on-brand for him. I even had a few of my closer coworkers there, from a startup we all worked for at the time.

Ceremony

Myself and the bride were dressed up as well-to-do merchants. Not nobility, but not common either. Someplace comfortable in the implied social hierarchy of our respective costumes. In keeping with the theme, a friend of ours, the Mogwai, was dressed up a serving maid for her role. She spent the ceremony sitting contentedly on the ground beside my bride, with the one occasionally affectionately patting the head of the other.

When we would later pose for post-ceremony photos, the serving wench kept her proper place at my bride’s side in many of the pictures. No one seemed to notice that the two girls were wearing matching silver chains with similar themed charms on them. Neither chain could be removed without tools, as they both had their clasps removed. For you see, the two girls were both my submissives. One had been with me much longer, hence the wedding…, but I cared for, and Owned, both of them. The little wench enjoyed being in the limelight and the secret of it all.

A Fun Secret

The Mogwai also carried a second secret. Just before we’d come to the ceremony, with the German Kiten watching and cheering us on, I’d fucked the little Mogwai and filled her. So that she could have the satisfaction of sitting through the ceremony with a load of my cum slowly dripping out of her. Reminding her that she mattered to me as well.

But this was my Kitten’s day. We retired to the reception at our rented out B&B, feasting on roast game hens, and I passed the Mogwai off to my best man from the wedding. For he was in charge of her the rest of the evening. So she wouldn’t be too sad, later that night he’d tie her down to his bed and fuck her full of his cum. Couldn’t leave her out of the festivities, and doesn’t the best man usually get laid at a wedding?