20. Epilogue
Epilogue
Jason
Our commitment ceremony was probably the kinkiest wedding I’d ever been to, and the most romantic. We’d traveled to Jamaica, and booked space at a resort known for adults-only kinky fun, and invited only our closest friends.
It started with a celebration with our friends and a few family members that had been tame and lovely. We’d rented a space outside the kink resort, and thrown a huge party, with speeches and vows, and all of that, and it had been beautiful to declare myself to them in front of everyone. But that celebration wound down, we’d returned to Temptations in Paradise Resort, ready to express our true commitment to each other.
Some romance was based in deep friendship and connection, and perhaps ours was in some ways. After all, I’d been friends with them for decades before I became their lover. But beneath that, there was our kink, our intense sexual connection, and we had decided that needed to be celebrated as well. It was as much a part of our love as our friendship.
So I was clad in leather, my collar, and a cock cage and nothing else, while Mari wore a pretty floral dress, and Henry wore dress pants and a suit shirt. At this resort, they could lead me around by a leash hooked to a harness, and no one would think twice.
I’d been wearing the cage less and less lately, only for sexy fun times, but in the week leading up to our wedding, I’d been caged the entire time, and my body was floaty and needy all at once as I looked towards them, standing by our pretty little altar, waiting for me. My cock pulsed, hardening until it hurt against the cage, and I wanted to reach down and try to find some relief, but I restrained myself.
After six months of experimentation and play with my best friends, restraint was now second nature. And it was fitting that our ceremony revolved around sex, because this deep, intense sexual connection was the foundation of our new relationship. I wasn’t sure everyone understood that, but it felt right to me to transition from friendship into more in this way.
The tattoo on my hip didn’t have the exact words Mari had spoken that night in the bar, but it was close enough, and I was nervous and excited to show it to them. I’d faked a mountain biking injury to hide it. I’d thrived under their ownership, their love, and as I walked towards them, I saw the contract on the table that would sign away my rights to my body to them on a long term basis, and I felt only joy.
“Oh my god, you didn’t get a tattoo, did you, Kitten?” Mari said, the moment she spotted it. She laughed and squealed, breaking character and rushing forward to greet me with a kiss. She traced the words on my hip, smiling. “‘This body is owned.’”
“Your names are there, too, but small, worked into the font,” I said, gliding her hand down to the spot I was talking about. I looked up to see my best friend smiling at me.
“Thank you,” he said. “This makes her happy.”
“It makes me, happy, too.”
“Come on, let’s sign this contract, then fuck you,” he said, grinning. I shuddered. I belonged to them in a new way, and they belonged to me.
“Okay,” I said, taking the pen and signing first. I watched as Henry signed, and Mari. We’d spent weeks crafting it, making sure it suited all of us, and I didn’t need to read it over, because I had every beautiful word memorized. The safe words, the limits, and the things each of us wanted out of our ongoing relationship.
Henry finished signing and placed the contract in the intricate handmade wooden box we’d gotten for it, setting it aside and pulling us both closer to the bed, which the staff had decorated with flower petals and surrounded with candles.
“So romantic,” I murmured as they surrounded me, kissing me fiercely.
“Remind me to blow out the candles, won’t do to set the cabana on fire on the first night of our union,” Mari said, grinning. She reached for the chain around my neck and cupped my caged cock. I groaned, my desperation to be free warring with my happiness about being owned.
“You ready?” Mari asked, smiling at me as she fingered the device.
“So ready,” I whispered.
“Well, then, you know what you need to do.”
She stepped back, and I nodded, dropping to my knees in front of her, kissing her stomach, her hips. Henry moved behind her and unzipped her dress, helping me. There were specific things that needed to happen for me to be uncaged. I had to ready Mari, to make her come with my hands and mouth, or if I was with Henry, I had to allow him inside me. Today, they would both take their pleasure in my body first, reminding me that I was just a vessel who served them. Just how I liked it.
Henry and I worked together on Mari, kissing every inch of her skin, stripping off her clothing until she was naked and bared to us. Somewhere along the way, he’d stripped too, and I loved watching them kiss, watching her stroke his cock as I licked her clit until her whole body shook.
“Little slut needs his mistress to come,” Henry murmured, stroking my hair.
“Yes,” I breathed. I turned to look at Henry, and he smiled at me. I stroked her clit faster, loving the way she moaned for me.
“You’re so good,” Mari gasped. “I’m going to come.” Henry held her close as her body shuddered against his, and I worked her harder, slipping my fingers inside her and noticing the way she quivered around me.
“Come for us, wife.” Henry wouldn’t be satisfied with only one orgasm from Mari, I knew. He looked down at me as he pinched her nipples, manipulating her body and making her arch up for him. She came hard and fast, and I held onto her hips, enjoying the way her body spasmed against my mouth and fingers.
“Fuck,” I gasped, looking up at him as he leaned over me, kissing my lips. “That was amazing. I love watching her come.”
“I love it when you taste of our wife,” he said, smiling.
Our wife. My husband. I looked up at him. The new titles we’d decided upon in our contracts truly sinking in as we held her and calmed her between us.