Chapter 45
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
With a last kiss to her cheek, Wilma entered the small chapel where the wedding would take place. Wilma and Cameron’s pastor had agreed to officiate, even though Yvonne and Chris weren’t members of his church.
Kate squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture, and Yvonne smiled at her beautiful Mistress.
Although she was somewhat sad she couldn’t also marry Kate, she longed to be become Mrs. Smith.
They hadn’t seen Chris, yet. He and his parents were already at the church, along with the rest of the wedding party.
Aside from best man James, the exclusive guest list included his wife Laura, as well as Suzie and Sonja and their respective partners.
Since the group was small, the ceremony would be in the large church’s side chapel.
As the church clock chimed twice, Kate, Yvonne, and her Oom Cameron gathered at the chapel’s entrance.
The pianist began playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D, and Kate walked down the aisle.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Yvonne?” Cameron stared intently into her eyes while they waited for Kate to reach the front of the chapel.
“Of course, Oom, why would you ask?”
“Because this is practically your last chance to back out; I just want to make sure you have the option if you need it.”
Her uncle wore a blue pinstriped suit; he was her knight in shining armor in that moment.
Yvonne melted a little. “Thank you, but I don’t need it.
I’ve never been so happy as I am today, marrying the man I love with the woman I love by my side.
The three of us, soon four”—she laid a protective hand over her belly—“will make a very happy family.”
“Good enough.” Cameron patted her hand and turned so they were both facing the entrance.
When Kate reached the front, Yvonne squeezed Cameron’s arm, and they began the trip to the altar, her last as a single woman.
The next thirty minutes went by in a cloud of images.
She couldn’t recall the words, either in the vows she and Chris made to each other, or those the pastor said in his message to them.
But she could look at her hand and see the ring Chris had put on her finger, and she could gaze at his face, which seemed not quite the same as before, and know she was married, for better or for worse.
An hour later, Chris was hoping he never saw another camera.
The photographer they had hired had insisted on pictures of every possible combination of the bridal party at the church following the ceremony and now continued to take more at the reception.
Josh Ellis had recommended they make sure to properly document the event, and he was prepared to go along, but it seemed like they must have enough by now.
Every time he tried to talk to someone, the camera seemed to get there first.
Still, he supposed it was an excellent reception. Suzie and Sonja prepared wonderful food. Their Dutch week had been so successful they had decided to use its menu for the reception. The cake, however, was a Suzie special, and she’d made a second one for the party at Club Indigo.
Chris looked at the ham-and-cheese sandwich he’d selected ten minutes ago.
He didn’t understand why the café called it a “Healthy Heart Attack” on the menu card.
It wasn’t his usual, but he didn’t see anything particularly bad about it.
He’d have to ask Yvonne later. She’d created the menu, if he remembered the food discussion correctly.
He lifted his gaze from the sandwich to see his mother talking with Kate across the room.
From both their smiles, the conversation must be going well.
His shoulders relaxed, an unexpected release of lingering tension, perhaps?
Even when he’d met his parents at the airport the day before, he wasn’t sure they stood behind him, but from the way they interacted with everyone it seemed they did.
He was glad he had told them about the baby before the wedding. He credited a good part of their change of heart to the news of impending grandparenthood.
How much longer did they have to stay at the reception? He was anxious to get his bride and his Mistress alone together before tonight. He wanted to know what Kate had planned for the club.
Although Kate had enjoyed the wedding and reception, she was happier now as she entered Club Indigo.
This was the third time in a row she had been the maid of honor, but this time was the most meaningful.
She smiled inwardly as she remembered Chris’s and Yvonne’s reactions when she had told them what she had planned for the evening.
They had almost knocked her over in their excitement.
She looked over her shoulder at the couple she loved with her whole heart and received a radiant smile from Yvonne and a chin lift from Chris. Let’s do this!
Kate marched into the main room and announced in a clear voice, “Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Chris and Yvonne Van Dijk-Smith.”
The club erupted in cheers and applause as Chris led his young wife into the room. Yvonne looked beautiful in her strapless wedding dress, and Chris was equally stunning in his dark blue suit, crisp white dress shirt, and a matching tie.
Kate wrapped the tie around her hand and pulled Chris in for a passionate kiss. Without letting go of the necktie, Kate leaned over to Yvonne, and the blonde met her halfway for a lip lock that rivaled the one she’d shared with Chris.
Kate led the couple to the center of the room, the crowd making way for them. Both Chris and Yvonne started to shed their clothes.
As the good-looking couple revealed their bodies, Kate went over the scene in her head. She checked the tools on her belt and forced herself to slow her breathing.
Completely naked now, both the bride and groom knelt in the standard submissive pose, hands with the palms up resting on their legs and heads bowed. She stepped in front of them. Kate’s nipples pebbled, and her pussy tingled as she studied the pair before her. Mine!
“Today, you declared your love for each other in a way the vanilla world knows and understands. Most don’t accept the relationship the three of us have, but in this place, we know we’re welcome. Tonight, we want to honor and celebrate our bond.”
Soft murmurs and sounds of surprise rippled about the room as their friends understood what was about to happen. She gave them a moment to let the realization of what they were about to do sink in.
“Chris, do you agree to submit to my will and accept my collar as a symbol of my mastery over you?”
The big man lifted his head, and his love and resolve sparked from his eyes.
“Yes, Mistress. I vow to obey your orders. I’ll wear the collar proudly.
As my wedding ring is a symbol of my relationship with Yvonne, this collar will symbolize the one I have with you,” he replied with steady voice.
Kate unclipped a sturdy silver-and-leather necklace from her belt and fastened it around Chris’s neck.
She gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “I want you to stand up and take your place at the stocks.”
Strong leg muscles bunched as Chris rose, and he gave Kate a good view of his ass as he sauntered over to the stocks, where Connor was waiting. James had been Chris’s best man at the wedding, but for this part of today’s festivities, Connor was the best choice.
“Yvonne, do you agree to submit to my will and accept my collar as a symbol of my mastery over you?” Kate concentrated on the kneeling woman. She looked young, healthy, and fertile, with a little baby bump, blushing cheeks, and glossy blond hair.
Yvonne looked up at Kate, and her eyes glistened with tears, but her voice was clear as she stated, “Yes, Mistress, besides my marriage to Chris, there’s not a thing in the world I’d like more.”
Kate gave a short nod. Yvonne’s answer was simple but enough. Kate unclipped a similar but thinner necklace from her belt. Yvonne inclined her head and allowed Kate to wrap it around her neck. When Yvonne faced Kate again, she captured her lips in a sweet kiss and ordered, “Join Chris, my angel.”
Kate turned to the audience and announced, “You are all my witness that I accept the gift of the submission of not one but two amazing people. As their first act of submission as my collared slaves, they have consented to a public whipping. Each of them is going to receive ten lashes from my dragon tail, if you all could please keep a safe distance.”
She turned and accepted the whip from Connor. Kate rotated her shoulders and started to warm up with the dragon tail.
Rotate, flick, smack, catch. Rotate, flick, smack, catch.
The world narrowed as Kate concentrated on the movement and mentally went over her task.
Since her subs had different needs, this whipping was going to be tricky.
Chris submitted to her and the pain she gave with the gift of his surrender to her.
Yvonne needed to experience the pain to reach that heightened state of submission, where everything felt good and intense.
Completely in Topspace, Kate turned to her bound subs, and Connor stepped away from them.
Rotate, flick—now the smack was followed by a masculine groan as Kate landed the first strike on Chris’s muscled butt.
Without losing momentum Kate caught the end of the whip, and she geared up to land a stroke on Yvonne.
With more power this time, Kate lashed the end of the implement over the creamy white buttocks.
The masochist cried out but pushed her ass out after the whip coiled back in Kate’s hand, as if begging for more.
Kate landed the next stroke on Chris and circled back to Yvonne in the same movement.
Their environment faded to the background as Kate focused on her subs, her movement fluent, and the whip an extension of her body.
Kate reveled in the sounds Chris and Yvonne made, and her nipples tightened and bunched while her pussy tingled and dampened with arousal.
Time and space lost their meaning, and all that mattered were the two people in front of her.
Kate landed the last strokes on her bound submissives, her shoulder and arm muscles pleasantly tired and her head clear.
Halfway through the scene, Yvonne had slipped deep in subspace and babbled in Dutch.
Kate smiled as she now knew it was a good sign when Yvonne started talking in her native tongue.
As Connor helped to unbuckle Chris, Kate released the spaced-out blonde. Chris was right at her side, and he hoisted Yvonne in his arms. With Kate, he headed over to the red couch and plonked down. He moaned when the move obviously reminded him of his tender backside, and Kate reveled in the sound.