Hiiiii i was curious if you had any wedding photos? Or if you have a wedding story you could tell us? (I really like weddings)
So we are actually in the midst of planning our actual reception. Deployment left little time for us to do so, so we both agreed it would be better to not rush and have it afterwards. My mom knows, and has been more excited than the both of us put together!
I cant share any photos from when we went to City Hall, since Daddy wore His Naval Blues and that’s a little too sensitive content for this type of blog. I do have these photos from the ‘after-party’ though!
As for a story, I guess I could tell you all about the surprise dinner He took me to that night:
First, and foremost, the first thing we did as newlyweds [aside from the obvious] was nap naked and curled up in each other. (we had both gotten up very early that morning.) Since He had planned for us to have a late night, Daddy did the Domly Thing and took responsibility. Once we woke up, He dropped me impossibly deep into sub-space by being the sweetest most directive soul ever. He put me in the shower and had me bathe Him first, but for the rest of the night that was all I was allowed to do. He then proceeded to bathe me, kissing every part of me after He was done, thanking our Gods & Goddesses for the best New Years gift a man could ever ask for— His life partner. He even remembered the order I did my skin-care in, and helped me with that. Cute, right? Well, he isn’t called Quiet Dominance for nothing! A switch flipped, it was almost... carnal. In a deliciously authoritative voice, He politely asked me to pull out my 5 nicest little black dresses. As I did so, He rummaged through my sock drawer and picked a pair of sheer black pantyhose, detailed with black roses that laterally climbed up my thighs— no bra and, of course, no panties. I returned with the dresses and He chose a vintage, dangerously exposed back, 3/4 sleeve velvet dress. It was the type of dress that you need to maintain a level of poise in to wear... if you want to prevent the sleeves from falling off your shoulders and exposing your breasts to the world. Ah yes, no bra indeed.
Next came make-up and other finishing touches. [“He didn’t..?] Oh yes, Theydies and Gentlethems... He did. Did He physically do my makeup Himself? No. But, He did choose what I used, every step of the way. He kept me relatively bare-faced and had me fasten my hair into a high bun, with loose fringes accenting my face. He said perfection didnt need to be covered-up, just emphasized. He tied me together with a pair of simple gold hoops and my ring on a gold chain around my neck. Then He slipped me into thigh-high black boots, with accent gold zipper, bundled me up in a grey scarf accompanied by my peacoat and we were ready to go. He looked nothing short of incredible himself, but I don’t need to tell any of you that.
Finally, we were out of the house and commuted into NYC. I stayed by His side, hooked into His left elbow (“My Place” as we call it) for the majority of it, but then as we were finally walking the streets of Manhattan to enjoy each other’s company, His hand made it’s way to the small of my back, and made a home of it for the rest of the evening. He took me shopping, and we exchanged pleasantries until we were approaching our secret destination— His favorite steakhouse. That’s when the fun really started.
We were Mr. & Mrs. and they had been expecting us. After the gentleman at the front took our coats, he showed us to a private booth. This place was... breathtaking. Every table lit by candlelight, which He said my eyes could kill any living soul under. The server came, and to His pleasure I asked their name and nothing else. The smile that crossed his face was heartthrobbing. We both knew what that night was before it even began— a Total Power Exchange. After the server finished introductions and left us, without saying a word, I handed my phone over. Again that smile, but this time followed by a coo of “My perfect little girl, my wife”. He cross-checked my allergies/preferences [none, just a deep loathing for peas] and we continued our evening in perfect synchronicity. I was permitted to choose our appetizer and pair a wine with our meal, He did the rest. Now, I did not tell Him this prior, but being able to order me a perfect meal is a Very Big Thing in my book. He nailed it. The entire evening was more than I could ever ask for, which I thanked Him for. Daddy responded by stating I was more than he could ever dream of.
We finished dinner and took the long way back to Penn Station, giggly off our wine and progressively drunker off of each other. He thumbed at the inside of my thigh as we nibbled at each other the whole way home. Upon arrival, I was to strip out of everything aside from my stockings. He pulled them down just over my knees, put me over His lap, and proceeded to give me my first paddling as a married couple while simultaneously teasing my clit and affirming how grateful he was to be given all of me. We then transitioned into such a hypnotic love-making that we both could do nothing but lay atop one another afterwards, absolutely starstruck.
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