“Yes,” of course.

“Of course I will marry you,” I told him. “And I accept both rings.”

He stood and embraced me, kissing me passionately in the process before taking the first ring out of the box. I held out my hand, and he slid the ring onto my finger. “I will always love and cherish you.” He told me before reaching for my breast. He pulled out the nipple ring I had in place and replaced it with the engraved wedding band. “I will continue to explore how debauched you can be and stay with you no matter how many men have abused you.”

It was strangely sweet hearing him commit to that and made me wet with excitement. “I love you, Mark.”

“I love you too, Kimmie. We are going to have to talk about our wedding plans soon. I think we can do some interesting things,” he added.

“You mean like have your friends fuck me in my wedding dress?” I said with a smile.

He nodded, “Yep, I would love to see you at my bucks night, in your wedding dress, a slut for everyone’s pleasure. We’ll just need to make sure the bucks night is early enough that you can heal up before the wedding.”

I kissed him, “So for my hen’s night?” I asked. “Maybe I should get Julie to plan it?”

Mark laughed, “You know if she does, you will end up in an adult shop or the bathroom of a bar getting gang fucked?”

I looked at him coyly. “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “Not if you take videos and pictures for me.” He guided me towards the bathroom, and we kissed and cuddled while cleaning each other’s bodies. The hot water stung on my abused nipples, but I loved it. Then we crawled into bed together, and I slept deeply in the knowledge that tomorrow was going to be a very rough day.

I dreamt of our wedding plans and being ganged in my wedding dress and woke up horny.