Smoothly, after an unexpected little conversation

Kaitlyn awoke with the dawn, and opened the bedroom door. George was lying on the couch, still chained up. His eyes fluttered open when she entered the room.

"Hi," she greeted him, smiling. "How did you sleep?"

"Very well, thanks," he replied. "Although I'm a little sore."

"You'll be fine," she smiled. "You earned a good night's rest."

"I did? What happened?" he asked.

"I didn't bother untying you," she explained. "I figured that you deserved a good night's sleep. Besides, I wanted the chance to talk to you."

"I haven't talked to you much since I got here," he complained. "What did you want to say?"

"I wanted to thank you for giving me a wonderful evening," she smiled. "It was a great experience, and I enjoyed it."

"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "I really enjoyed it too. Although I don't think I'm going to forget it anytime soon. But I don't think I could handle that much on a regular basis."

"No, I wouldn't want to do that either," she agreed. "But I thought it would help you feel closer to Mary if you knew how much she enjoyed it too."

"Oh, yeah," he nodded. "She loved it. I'm sure she told you that."

"She did," she agreed. "But I also wanted to tell you that I love you."

"I love you too," he sighed.

"I didn't know that you felt that way," Kaitlyn admitted.

"I never thought I'd find someone who wanted to be with me," he told her. "All I ever heard was how I wasn't good enough or strong enough or I wasn't pretty enough."

"I know," she said. "But I don't think that you should change yourself to please other people. If you were ugly, I would still love you. And if you weren't smart, I would still love you. You're perfect just the way you are."

"I guess you're right," he sighed. "I'm sorry that I don't deserve you."

"Maybe you don't," she agreed. "But I'm not the one you're marrying today."

"Yeah," George agreed. "I don't deserve Mary either. But I love her anyway. She makes me feel special."

"You are special," Kaitlyn told him. "And I think you're going to make a wonderful husband for Mary."

"Thank you, Miss Kaitlyn," he said. "I hope so."

"You should be excited," she smiled. "You're going to be married in a few hours. That's a big deal, isn't it?"

"It is," he agreed.

"George," she said, turning serious, "I want you to promise me something."

He frowned. "Promise what?"

"When you get married, I don't expect you to treat me any differently than you do right now," she told him. "But I want you to remember that I'm your mistress, and that we've been through a lot together. Don't forget that I love you."

"I won't," he promised. "I'll always remember that you're my mistress."

"Good," she said. "Do you feel better now?"

"A little," he nodded. "I don't feel quite so guilty anymore."

"I'm glad," she smiled. "Because I need to get dressed."

Kaitlyn unchained him, left him lying on the couch, and went into the bedroom to get my clothes. That was when Mary came knocking on the door.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased.

"Good morning, Mary," George said.

"Did you sleep well?" Mary asked Kaitlyn.

"Yes," she smiled. "And I had a lovely chat with George."

"Really?" Mary asked. "What did you guys talk about?"

"Well, mostly we talked about you," she giggled. "He has a whole new appreciation for you now. He thinks that you're beautiful and smart and kind."

"Really?" Mary gushed. "He said that?"

"Yes," Kaitlyn replied. "He really does."

"I knew he liked me," Mary smiled. "It's just that I didn't realize how much."

"I'm happy for you both," Kaitlyn smiled. "Is there anything you need for the wedding?"

"Actually, yes," Mary said. She was wearing her wedding dress. It was white satin, with a lace bodice and a full skirt. The train was short, with the train fastened around her waist with a small diamond tiara. Her shoes were simple white pumps, and her veil was just as simple. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Oh, my God," George breathed. "You're gorgeous."

"Thanks, George," Mary beamed. "You look handsome too." Not that he was dressed. He was only wearing his cock leash and engagement ring.

"Hey, whatever you say," he laughed.

Mary set down a large bag. "George, I'd like you to wear this for the wedding."

"What's in the bag?" he asked, moving towards it.

"Your clothes," she replied. "I packed them up for you last night."

"Why?" he gasped.

"They're all yours now," she smiled. "Go ahead and open the bag."

He untied the knot, pulled open the top, and started pulling things out of the bag. First, he pulled out a pair of white pants with a matching shirt, then a white undershirt. Next, he found a dark suit with a pale blue tie. Then he pulled out a pair of loafers, and finally a silk pocket square.

"Wow," he breathed. "These are all mine?"

"Yes," beamed Mary. "Of course, it's illegal for you to wear the pants here in the Queendom, but you can wear them after we go to Antesia."

"Antesia?" he repeated.

"Yes, we're going to Antesia after I get posted as an ambassador," she informed him. "The Queen will give you a brand new wardrobe when we get there."

"Cool," he smiled.

"Don't worry," she reassured him. "You can keep these clothes here at the castle for whenever you want to come visit."

"So for today, you can wear the undershirt, shirt, jacket, tie, and shoes, but for your bottom we'll have to come up with something different that doesn't hide your cock."

"Oh, okay," he replied.

"Here," she said. She took out a pair of frilly white panties from the bag and handed it to him. "You can wear these." There was a hole cut out of the crotch for his penis to poke through. Some people had suggested he could wear his exchange student skirt, but she wanted to show off the ring.

"I guess this will do," he sighed, putting them on. To put them on, he had to get the cock leash off first. For the first time, he popped it open with his own hands. He looked over at Mary, who was wearing her wedding gown. She was looking at him with such love in her eyes, and he suddenly realized that she loved him too.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes, I think so," he smiled.

Kaitlyn slipped into her dress, and Mary helped her into her high heels and jewelry. They were all set to go downstairs to join the guests for breakfast.

"Maybe something's missing about George's outfit," mused Mary out loud. "Something that I should add."

"Like what?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Like a pair of handcuffs," Mary suggested. "Or some chains."

"You mean like this?" Kaitlyn asked, holding up a pair of cuffs.

"Yeah, something like that," Mary agreed. "How about this?"

She held up a chain with two ankle cuffs attached.

"That looks great!" Kaityln exclaimed. "I'll add them to his outfit."

"George, put these on, okay?" Mary ordered.

George obediently put the cuffs on. They fit perfectly, and they made him stand a little taller.

"Now, just one more thing," insisted Mary. "We need to get your cock leash on so I can lead you."

"Okay," he agreed.

"Let me get my purse," she said. "Then I'll walk you down to the front door."

She went back upstairs and came back with her handbag. She opened it, reached inside, and brought out a long, thin necklace.

"This is for you," she said, handing it to Kaitlyn. "It's a **** collar, but I think you'll like it. Just put it around his neck."

Kaitlyn carefully placed the collar around George's neck. It had a leather strap that connected the buckle to a silver band that wrapped around his chest. On the end of the silver band was a small, round disc, which was engraved with the word "****".

"There," Kaitlyn smiled. "Now you're ready to go outside."

"I look silly," George complained.

"You look very sexy," Kaitlyn corrected him. "Besides, you're walking down the aisle with the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Very funny," he grumbled.

"Come on," Mary urged. "Let's go."

George reluctantly followed them outside, and they met up with the rest of their party. George's engagement ring was visible on his cock behind the leash, and he looked very handsome. It was humming gently, and the vibrations in combination with the squeezing from Mary's tugs on his leash kept him nice and hard.

"Wow, you look amazing," Mary gushed, patting his cock appreciatively. "I wish I could take pictures of you."

"I'm sure you'd be able to capture the essence of my beauty," he grinned.

Mary clicked her camera, snapping a few photos. "I think you look even better without the harness," she said, admiring the photos in her viewfinder. "I think you'll be pleased with the results."

"Thank you," George smiled.

"I think you'll be a good husband for Mary," Kaitlyn said, clicking a photo of the couple, with Mary in her wedding dress holding George's cock leash.

"Thank you, Mistress Kaitlyn," he said.

"You'll be a wonderful husband for her," Kaitlyn assured him. "Just remember that, okay?"

"I will," he promised.

Kaitlyn smiled at him, gave him a kiss, and walked with Mary as they led him outside. The guests were waiting for them at the front door, and they walked through them and out onto the lawn. The sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly. A light breeze blew, bringing with it a fresh smell of spring.

They stood on the steps as the ceremony began. Two groomsmen, recognizable as fellow exchange students from their cotton white skirts and sandles, escorted George to the head of the stairs, letting the lead of his cock leash trail behind him for now, while two bridesmaids wearing fancy dresses accompanied Mary. As soon as everyone had taken their places, the organist played a fanfare, and the officiant called the bridegroom forward. The groomsmen stopped him at the foot of the stairs, and the bridesmaids joined hands. Together, they carried him up the steps to stand before the officiant, who was dressed in a flowing white robe.

"Do you, George, take Mary to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, honor her, comfort her, obey her, please her, and keep her in sickness and in health, until **** do you part?"

"I do," he replied.

"Do you, Mary, take George to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, consult his opinion for important matters, and keep him hard, until **** do you part?"

"I do," she said, and kissed him.

"Then by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you man and wife," the officiant declared. "You may kiss the bride."

The engagement ring started buzzing louder. Mary and George kissed each other deeply, and the ring vibrated even harder. The crowd cheered loudly.

The officiant's voice boomed out over the cheering: "And now, let us pray."

Everyone bowed their heads, and the officiant continued: "Dear Goddess, we thank you for this day, which is a celebration of love, fidelity, and family. We ask you to bless this couple, and help them to grow together as husband and wife. May they find happiness and joy in their life together. We ask you to watch over this happy union."

Mary and George turned to face the crowd, still kissing, and then stepped back to the side of the officiant. Everyone applauded. Mary removed her veil, revealing her straight dark hair, and moved closer to George. He leaned down and kissed her again, and the ring buzzed even louder. Once they parted, the officiant continued: "May you continue to walk in love and peace with each other, and may you know true happiness in your marriage."

The officiant ended her prayer, and the guests started clapping enthusiastically. Mary and George waved to the crowd. The noise level increased as the guests started chanting "Blessing! Blessing!" The officiant laughed and said, "I guess we can't ignore them, can we?"

Then she added, "From this moment on, you both are married."

As the crowd chanted "Blessing, Blessing!", Mary and George made their way towards the center of the lawn. Mary was now holding George's cock leash again. She took him to the middle of the lawn, kneeling next to him. The guests cheered wildly as she took his penis in her hand and kissed it. The officiant said:

"This is how we celebrate a marriage in the Queendom. By giving a gift of the highest quality."

She held up a small glass jar full of honey.

"A wedding cake is baked with love, care, and attention. When done right, it will taste delicious and make you feel special. This is what I give to you, and I hope that it makes you happy."

She pulled back the ribbon, and the lid came off. Inside was a huge, thick slice of chocolate cake that was covered in fluffy vanilla frosting.

"This is your wedding cake," she said. "Eat it with me."

They ate the cake together, and it really was delicious.

***

After the reception was over, and everyone had gone home, Mary and George were alone in the house. Mary was naked, and she was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, playing with herself. George was wearing only his shirt.

"I wonder if this was how it felt for Princess Leia," he wondered aloud.

"What did you say?" Mary asked.

"Nothing," he said, trying not to blush.

"Don't try to lie to me," she said. "You were thinking about Princess Leia."

He couldn't deny it. He blushed even harder.

"I love you," she said. "You make me hot, sometimes. It's okay."

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Don't be," she said. "You're just being honest."

"I don't know what to say," he admitted.

"Say you love me," she insisted. "Tell me that you love me."

"I love you too," he said. "I love you so much."

"Good," she smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear."

"Will you help me win the race tomorrow?"

Mary didn't know much about ponyboy racing, but she knew that the winner got a lot of attention. It was an opportunity for her to show off her husband, and she was eager to impress.

"Of course," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I want to see you win," she explained. "And because I want you to be happy."

"Thank you," he said. "That means a lot to me."

"I'm glad that I could help," she said. "Here, give me your cock leash."

He handed it to her.

"Wouldn't you rather take it off yourself?" she asked. "I'd like to see you do it."

"Okay," he agreed, and he unclipped the leash from his cock and slid it off.

Mary took it from him, and she admired it. "It's just the right size," she said. "Thank you for letting me borrow it."

"Now, let's get some practice in," she suggested.

He nodded, and they headed downstairs to the basement. There was a treadmill there, and they put it to good use. Mary didn't have a saddle, but she climbed up onto George's shoulders. She had him jog slowly for ten minutes, then slowed down to a walk. Then they ran slowly for another twenty minutes, and finally slowed down to a stop.

"I think we did pretty well," she said.

"It was okay," he replied. "But I think I need Mistress Kaitlyn to train me."

"Oh, I think you'll do fine," she assured him. "You're very talented."

"Thanks," he said.