Wedding Night Jitters
I didn’t expect to be this nervous on my wedding night. Of course, I also didn’t expect to find out two days before my wedding that Simone, my beautiful, alluring, ebony princess wife-to-be, possessed awesome super strength! I knew that she was strong willed, but I had no idea she had the physical strength to match.
I have to admit that finding this out about my wife-to-be only made her more attractive to me. Since I found out, I’ve been going crazy with desire for her. Right after she revealed her awesome strength to me, she was all set to show me what she was willing and capable of doing to and for me in the bedroom. Unfortunately, before we could get started, she got a phone call from our florist.
It seems that there was some kind of mix-up concerning our wedding flowers that required her immediate attention. After that, she had other last minute wedding matters to attend to. The end result was that I didn’t see her again until she was walking up the aisle towards me ready to pledge the rest of her life to me.
It was worth the wait.
I couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked in her wedding dress. I don’t usually get all soft in the middle over things like frilly wedding dresses and whatnot. After all, I’m a guy. But I have to admit that when I saw this incredibly gorgeous creature with her beautiful delicate features and her enormous breasts walking up the aisle towards me in her white gown, first I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then I had to double check to make sure that I was really the guy standing in the groom’s spot. Finally, my eyes filled with tears with the realization that my real life was exceeding my wildest fantasies.
The wedding went off without a hitch which was no surprise since Simone planned everything down to the last detail. In the months I’d known her, I came to expect that whatever she set her mind to always worked out the way she wanted.
There was one slight hiccup during the reception when my two older brothers started teasing me about my wedding vows. See, Simone decided that in my vows I would have to promise to obey her. At first I protested this because she was not going to make the same pledge in her vows. However, she convinced me that since she was going to be the undisputed boss of our marriage, that it made sense for me to promise to obey her.
She convinced me of this by revealing her incredible strength to me. Once she made me realize that compared to her overwhelming power I was like a child . . . . Well, let’s just say that I was going to obey her whether I liked it or not, so I might as well like it.
Anyway, my two stupid older bothers began teasing me about this at the reception. I love my brothers, but they can be a couple of buttheads sometimes. As the youngest brother, I’d been the object of their mental and sometimes physical torture all my life. However, their teasing didn’t last very long. Simone asked them to step into the hall for a private chat. I wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but when they came back, they practically fell over themselves trying to be the first to offer me their sincere apologies.
After the reception, as Simone and I rode in the back of our limo on our way to the hotel where we were going to spend our wedding night, I asked her what she did to them.
“I just picked them up and shook them a little,” she answered with a mischievous grin on her face.
“I bet that startled them!”
“You should have seen their eyes when their feet left the ground,” she said. “I had one in each hand. When I ‘suggested’ that they go back and apologize for their rude behavior, they could not agree fast enough!”
“I’ll bet they were surprised alright.”
“That’ll teach them a lesson-NO ONE gives my man a hard time!
“It also taught them not to mess with a strong woman.”
“That’s true. They’ll probably be nicer to everyone from now on just in case there’s another strong woman around ready to kick their asses.”
“Are there any other women as strong as you?” I asked timidly.
“Baby, I told you that all the women in my family were strong, but that I was the strongest. ANY of the women in my family could have done what I did to your dumbass brothers. As for other women in other families, I’ve never met any that were as strong as me and mine.”
“Heh, maybe I should introduce my brothers to your sisters,” I joked.
“Listen, they should just be glad that I only shook them, brothers or no brothers.”
“What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you,” I asked. I wasn’t asking this question in the light cliché way that it is often asked. I really meant it. I was in awe of this woman. “I couldn’t be luckier than if I won a hundred million dollars in the lottery,” I said.
She looked at me with love filled eyes. Then she patted her lap indicating that she wanted me lie down and place my head there which I did. She began to run her fingers through my hair and asked, “Don’t you know how precious you are to me?”
“I think I do,” I said.
“Baby, do you have any idea how many men have been in love with me?” she asked. I shook my head no. “Well, it’s been a lot. And a lot of men have made a lot of big promises and asked me to marry them, but I never even considered marrying any of them. I knew somehow that you were out there waiting for me. I just knew it. After our first date I knew that you were going to be the man I’d spend the rest of my life with.”
“Is that why you broke the date you had for the next night?” I asked. At the end of our first date, I asked Simone what she was doing the next night. She told me that she did have a date scheduled but that she was breaking it so that she and I could go out again.
“Let me tell you something about that date I broke so that you and I could have our second date. It wasn’t with one man, it was with three men!”
“You mean you had three dates scheduled for that night?” I asked.
“No! I didn’t have three dates scheduled. I had one date scheduled with three men. At the time of our first date I’d been seeing three men at the same time. Understand? I wasn’t juggling three men; the four of us would go out on dates together.”
“Weren’t they jealous of each other?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh, yeah, but that only made them work harder,” she answered with an impish grin.
“Why did they go along with it?” I asked.
“Because I told them to, Baby. Don’t you think I’m woman enough to handle three little men at once?” she asked.
“Honey, I’m sure you could handle ten men if you wanted.”
“That’s exactly right,” she said, “All three of those men were crazy about me and did whatever I told them to. And if they ever forgot who was boss, I reminded them.”
“I’m sure you did, Sweetie.”
“But, Baby, after I met you, I knew that my days of dating three men at the same time were over. After we made love for the first time I knew that you were the only man I would ever want for the rest of my life. That’s why it was easy to break that date and go out with you instead.”
“But why?” I asked “What is it about me? I know I’m not the greatest looking guy in the world.”
“You are to me,” she said. I could tell that she really meant it.
“But, still . . . .” I struggled to understand.
“Oh! We’re here,” Simone squealed as the limo pulled into the parking lot of the five-star hotel. “I can’t wait to get you alone in that room,” she added sexily.
A few minutes later we were walking down the fifteenth floor hall. I couldn’t believe how plush the surroundings were. I was not used to this kind of luxury. As we followed the two men who were carrying our luggage towards our room I leaned into Simone and whispered in her ear, “Uh, Honey, can we afford this?” I didn’t just mean the hotel either. I noticed all through the wedding and reception that EVERYTHING was first class all the way. Simone made all the arrangements, and I trusted that she knew what she was doing. However, I knew that I didn’t make enough money to be able to afford a five-star hotel room.
“Of course we can,” she said. “Don’t be silly.” When we got to the door of the room itself, Simone tipped the two men and told them, “That will be all for now.” I wasn’t sure why she was dismissing them before we were actually in the room, but they took their cue and skedaddled.
Simone then used the key card to open the door and told me to wait. She picked up the luggage that it took two grown men to carry to our rooms and placed them inside the door. Then she turned towards me and effortlessly scooped me up in her powerful arms and carried me across the threshold.
“Now you officially belong to me,” she announced. Then she closed the door and said, “Alone at last!”
“Oh!” I said, “So I should start now?” I asked.
“Start what?” she asked with a coy smile.
“Uh, you know,” I said, “Calling you ‘Master’.” The day that Simone demonstrated her awesome strength to me, she also decided that when it was just the two of us I should address her as “Master”. She said that this would remind me who the boss of our relationship was. The way she said it, I didn’t take it as a suggestion.
“Yes, I would like that very much,” she said. “But if you want to throw in an occasional ‘Sweetie’ or ‘My Love’ I won’t get too upset,” she added.
“What if I call you ‘My Mighty African Goddess’?” I asked.
“I would like that very much also,” she said with a delighted smile.
Having settled that, I walked further into the room and began looking around. Did I say room? This was a full suite! “Are you sure we can afford this?” I asked.
“Baby, do you think that a woman who looks like me and who is as strong as I am has to worry about money?” she asked.
“So . . . exactly how rich are you?”
“Don’t you mean ‘we’?” she corrected.
“O-kay,” I said slowly, “How rich are we?”
“Don’t we have better things to think about right now?” she asked. “We’ll talk all about that later.”
“Are you arguing with me?” she asked with mock anger as she took a step towards me.
“No, Master,” I replied.
“You better not be,” she said as she closed the distance between us and kissed me passionately. I could feel her huge breasts pressing against my chest as her hand deftly slipped between us, unzipped my pants and gently grasped my penis. I began to moan in pleasure as her tongue found its way into my mouth and her hand stroked my dick with exactly the right amount of pressure. She pressed her breast harder against me and backed me up until I found my back against the wall. I could feel her pressing against me and the knowledge that if it ever became a contest between her and the wall the wall would be the first to give sent chills of excitement-equal parts fear and arousal-through me.
“Who owns you?” she breathed in my ear.
“You do, Master, My Mighty African Goddess,” I moaned.
She smiled at me. “And don’t you forget it.” To bring the point home, she took her free hand and placed it on my ass. The next thing I knew my feet were leaving the floor as she lifted me up with one hand. She lifted me higher until my penis was level with her mouth. She held my penis in the hand that had been stoking it and she leaned her head forward and placed a gentle kiss on its head. She looked up at me and said, “I own that too.”
“Yes, Master,” I agreed.
She returned me gently to the floor and turned around and ordered me to unzip her dress which I did without hesitation. As she stepped out of her wedding dress she grabbed a small overnight bag from the pile of luggage and began heading towards the large bathroom. She told me over her shoulder that she was going to get ready for bed and that after I hung up her dress, I should do the same. She then informed me that she had selected what I was to wear that night and had arranged for it to be laid out on the bed.
There were two rooms off the main living room part of the suite. Not knowing which room was the bedroom, I first opened the door on the left, and bingo, it was the master bedroom. On the large bed I found a pair of silk boxer shorts with a zebra pattern. I guess this is what she had picked out for me to wear. I have to admit that this is not what I would have picked for myself, but since I had promised to obey, I figured I might as well get started.
In addition to the large bathroom that Simone was using to get ready, there was a smaller bathroom connected to the bedroom. I used the sink in there to wash my face, brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash. Then I put on the silk boxer shorts and got into bed and waited for my beautiful bride.
Shortly thereafter I heard the door to the large bathroom open. “Come out here to the living room and gaze upon your loving wife,” Simone commanded. I jumped out of bed and quickly made my way to the living room. When I saw her, I stopped dead in my tracks transfixed by the vision before me. There she was, my wife and master, dressed in nothing more than a leopard print bra which barely contained her incredible breast and a matching thong that didn’t come close to containing her tight, round ass. Her hair was loose and cascading around her broad shoulders. Her smooth, flawless, chocolate colored skin seemed to glow. Her eyes were half-closed and she was biting her lower lip with a cool look that said, “C’mon, I dare you to NOT find me sexy.”
As I said earlier, Simone looked incredibly beautiful in her wedding dress-more beautiful than I had ever seen her look before. Now, standing in front of me in our honeymoon suite wearing what she was wearing and looking the way she looked . . . . No woman in the history of creation was ever more desirable.
“Like what you see?” she asked in her sexiest voice.
I couldn’t find my voice.
Stepping towards me she said, “What’s the matter, Baby, has the cat got your tongue?”
“Not the cat, the leopard,” I replied.
“And tonight the leopard is going to devour the zebra,” she came back.
“Please, be gentle,” I begged.
“No promises,” she said as she grabbed me roughly. She lifted me off the floor and slung me over her shoulder with one hand. She began to carry me towards the door to the right-the one that was NOT the bedroom.
“Master, the bedroom is to the left,” I told her.
“I know, but I’m not ready to take you to bed yet,” she said pausing in front of the closed door.
“Why not?” I asked somewhat dejected.
“Because, I’ve got a surprise for you first,” she said as she opened the door to the closed room. I looked inside and to my surprise there was a fully stocked personal gym!
“Uh, what’s this for?” I asked somewhat confused.
“I want to show you a few things before I take you to bed,” she replied matter-of-factly. “The other day when I revealed my strength to you, I only showed you a fraction of my true strength. I thought maybe you’d like to see more.”
“Yes, please,” was all I could think to say.
She placed me gently on the ground, “You like having a strong wife don’t you?” she asked.
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “And your master loves to show off her awesome super strength for her sweet, frail little husband.” I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. My heart was fluttering, my toes were curling and it felt like my skin was about to catch fire from the heat.
She turned and walked slowly and sexily to a bench press that was already set up. The bar that loomed over the bench looked thicker and sturdier than most and the amount of weights loaded on the bar looked like more than enough to challenge any world-class weightlifter.
“A lot of professional athletes stay at this hotel when they’re in town,” Simone informed me. “That’s why they offer these special gym suites, so that the athletes can work out in private.”
“Uh huh,” I said transfixed as Simone took hold of the weight that was set up for the bench press. Instead of lying on the bench, she stood over the weight and began doing curls with the bar. “H-h-h-how much weight is that.” I asked.
“Oh . . . this?” she said nonchalantly as she tipped her head towards the bar, “It’s a little more than nine hundred pounds.” As she said this she continued to curl the massive weight with no apparent effort. “It’s a pretty good warm-up for me,” she added.
“H-h-how strong are you, Master?”
“Strong enough to do this,” she said. Then she switched from curls to pressing the “more than nine hundred pounds” over her head. Again she began doing reps, again with no apparent effort.
I was in awe. It seemed impossible that this beautiful, feminine creature could also be so impossibly strong. And to think, this unbelievable fantasy super strong beauty was my wife. Yes, my wife and surely my master. I knew from that moment on that I would never have any problem following her orders because, truly, this was a woman who deserved to be worshiped and obeyed.
Just when I thought I could not revere my gorgeous master any more, she dropped one of her arms and blew me a kiss as she continued pressing the massive weight up and down, up and down with one hand!
For the next twenty minutes or so Simone performed one feat of super strength after another. She lifted, she bended, she twisted and she mangled. In between she posed and showed off her sexy muscles. The amazing thing about this was that Simone did not look particularly muscular until she flexed. However, when she flexed her arms she suddenly displayed huge biceps and her forearms looked thick and powerful. When she flexed her midsection she suddenly had rippling abs. When she flexed her legs which always looked shapely and sexy, suddenly powerful thighs and calves appeared as if by magic. When she gave a full-body, most muscular pose so much blood rushed from my head to my penis that I thought I would faint.
Then as the climax to her demonstration of sexy female power, she lifted an Atlas stone-yes, the hotel gym actually included a set of Atlas stones!-with one hand. After all I’d already seen this did not surprise me in the least. I wasn’t sure how much the stone weighed but I’d already seen her lift much more weight than that with a single hand. However, I was still not prepared for what happened next. She grasped the ball with both hands, locked her eyes on to mine and gave me a sexy smile. Then with all the effort it would take me to pop a balloon, she crushed that stone into powder!
Immediately I dropped to my knees. I prostrated myself before the ruler of my world and groveled on the floor in front of her. “So now you understand that I AM your master.” Simone said.
“Yes, my strong and beautiful Master,” I replied.
“This pleases me; does it please you?”
“Yes, Master, it pleases me.”
“Good. Let’s go to the bedroom now. Run ahead of me and get a couple of towels and a couple of damp washcloths from the bathroom and meet me there.” Of course I did exactly as instructed and was waiting on my knees in the bedroom when my master came strolling in.
“Spread out one of the towels on the floor,” Simone instructed. After I did, she stepped onto the towel and said, “Now wash and dry your master’s feet.” Her feet were covered with dust and debris that used to be the Atlas stone. I carefully and thoroughly washed them with the wash clothes and then dried them with the remaining towel.
“Is there anything else you’d like to do to my feet as long as you’re down there?”
“May I please kiss your feet, Master?” I asked. Really, I begged because if she would have denied me the thrill of kissing her feet at this moment, I know that I would have broken down and sobbed like a child.
“Are you sure you’d like to kiss my feet?” she asked.
“Yes, Master, please, please let me kiss your feet.” As much as I desired to demonstrate my complete and utter subservience to my wife-master, I was too afraid to do so without first getting her permission.
After several seconds of hesitation she finally said to my everlasting gratitude, “Very well you may kiss my feet since you asked so nicely.”
I spent the next several minutes hungrily kissing and licking my master’s exquisite feet. Hearing her contented sighs as I did so was a greater reward to me than anything I could imagine. Oddly enough, I never felt more fulfilled as a man than I did at that moment at my master’s feet.
“Do you enjoy groveling before me, my sweet obedient husband?”
“Yes, (kiss, kiss) Master, (slurp, slurp) only . . . .”
“What else can I do to please you, Master?” I asked.
“Stand up,” she commanded. I stood up. “Get into bed,” she commanded. I got into bed. As I laid there looking up at her, she reached back with one hand and unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her huge breasts hung from her powerful body in all their glory. Even without a bra there was hardly any sag in her breasts-just enough to make it clear that they were all natural.
“Is there another part of my body that you’d like to smother with licks and kisses?” she asked.
“Your breasts, Master, your beautiful, bountiful breasts.”
She slid into bed next to me and said, “Breasts? Don’t you mean my magnificent, huge tits?”
Just hearing her say the word “tits” was almost enough to make me cream my boxer shorts. “Yes, Master, your tits.”
“You left out ‘magnificent’ and ‘huge’,” she added playfully.
“Your magnificent and huge tits,” I corrected.
She gave out a girlish giggle and said, “I really love you, Baby; I’m so happy that we’re married.”
“And I worship you, Simone.”
“I know you do, Baby, but I still like to hear you say it. Say it again.”
“I worship you, Simone.”
“Tell me why you worship me.”
“Because you’re sweet and smart and beautiful and . . . . “
“No, My Love, you’re not ‘just strong,’ you’re super strong. Oh God, my beautiful Master, I worship your awesome and terrifying superhuman strength.”
“And do you fear me?”
“Yes, Master. It’s hard not to fear someone who can lift nine hundred pounds with one hand and crush a concrete ball into powder.”
“Baby, nine hundred pounds is light. I could do that when I was twelve. Today I can lift a car over my head with one hand. But, Baby, you don’t have to fear me as long as you remember who the master is. Even then, I wouldn’t hurt you any more than was absolutely necessary to remind you.”
“I’m relieved to hear that, Master, and I won’t forget. And . . . I have to admit that it gets me hot knowing that my wife could beat me up so easily.”
“Does it get you hot knowing that I could beat you up with one finger?”
“Good, because it’s true. I’m sooo much stronger than you that I could easily beat you to a pulp with one little finger. I could lift you over my head with just my pinky and throw you across the room, and there’s not a thing in the world you could do to stop me except whimper and beg.”
“I know, Master.”
“You know what?” she challenged.
“I know that you could beat me up with just one finger.”
“And . . . .”
“And all I could do to stop you would be to whimper and beg.”
“Beg me not to beat you up with just one little finger.”
“Master, please, please, don’t use your incredible superhuman strength to beat me up with just one finger. Please, Master, I’m begging you,” I whimpered.
“I’m not sure that your begging is sincere,” she said with a smirk. She extended her index finger and shook it near my face. “Don’t you believe I can beat you up with just this one little finger?”
“Yes, Master, I do; I really do. I’m sorry if my begging was not pathetic and submissive enough. Please, Master, please, forgive me.” I joined my hands together as if I was praying which in a sense I guess I was. “Please, don’t demonstrate your terrible, massive power by beating me to a pulp with a single finger. I’m sure you could do it with ease. That’s why I worship you and fear your awesome super-strength.”
Simone made a quick motion with her finger as if she was going to hit me with it. I flinched and whimpered like a little girl. She giggled and flexed the bicep closest to me and demanded, “Kiss it.” I spent the next several minutes kissing and licking her massive, satin smooth, steel hard muscle.
As I worshipped her womanly power, I whispered things to her like, “Master, you’re so (kiss kiss) awesome and powerful,” “Please, let me continue to (slurp slurp) worship your power, My Super-Strong (kiss kiss) African Goddess” and “Please, don’t use your overwhelming and (slurp slurp) terrible feminine might to hurt my weak (kiss kiss) male body.”
I could tell that Simone enjoyed my sniveling by her contented sighs and delighted giggles. Yes, I knew she enjoyed it almost as much as I did because she interrupted me in mid-whimper by passionately pressing her lips to mine and filling my mouth with her swirling tongue.
“Sorry, Baby, but I just couldn’t resist kissing you any longer! Your extreme submissiveness is just sooo damn cute and sexy!”
“I’m glad you are pleased, Master.”
“Seriously, my meek, little man, I’ve had literally hundreds of wimpy men grovel before me in my life, but none of their groveling gets me as scorching red hot as you do. You love being my wimp don’t you?”
“How can I deny it, Master?” It was true. The crazy thing is, if someone would have told me six months ago that my greatest pleasure in life would be groveling and being called a wimp by the sex goddess of my dreams, I would have thought them crazy.
Simone tenderly placed the finger that she had threatened to beat me with on the side of my face and whispered, “Don’t worry, Baby, I won’t beat you up with one finger even though I easily could. I love you, My Husband, and I pledge that I will always use my awesome and terrifying strength to protect and defend you from anyone or anything that would purposely do you harm. Everything I have is yours. My powerful and beautiful muscles, my magnificent, enormous tits, my firm, round ass, my full, pouting lips, and my tight, warm pussy are all for you-nobody but you.”
Then she gently guided my head between her breasts. “Worship my tits. Kiss and suck them and whatever else you want to do to them to your heart’s content.”
Within seconds, I was lost in my sweet master’s soft, gigantic tits. My head was completely surrounded in a sea of supple womanly flesh. My hands grasped and grasped again trying to caress as much of the spongy tissue as possible. I enlisted my forearms in an effort to contain them, but still they were too massive to be restrained. My lips found one hard nipple and sucked for dear life and then the other. I could hear Simone moaning in pleasure as I sucked and nibbled, kissed and worshipped. My dick was a steel rod of arousal. My heart fluttered with a feeling of utter love and bliss. My toes curled in excitement all the way up to my ankles!
Between moans I heard Simone whisper “Does my baby like sucking big titties.”
Without thinking I replied, “Yes, Mommy, baby loves sucking your big titties.”
“Ooh! I like it when you call me ‘Mommy’-especially while you’re sucking my tits!”
“Yes, Mommy, baby WUVS sucking your ginormous tits.”
After that . . . . Well, come to think of it, after that is none of your business. After all, this is my wedding night, and it’s only right that some of it should remain private. Suffice it to say that the next day I had to drink gallons of water to replenish all of the fluid my body lost.
When I woke up late the next morning, Simone was lying next to me already awake and gazing at me with exceedingly loving eyes. I gazed back at her hoping that all the love in my heart was showing in my eyes as well.
“That’s the reason,” she said.
“The reason for what?” I asked.
“Last night you asked me why you were the one who won my love. I was first attracted to you because you’re sweet and shy, funny and kind. That’s why I first wanted to go out with you. On our first date after we made love for the first time, you looked at me with so much love-and yes, lust-in your eyes that I knew I had to have you forever. At that very moment I lost interest in all other men.”
“I’m glad,” I said in the understatement of the century.
“Remember, at the time I was dating three men who were my devoted love slaves. But one night with you, and they were history. And again, Sweetie Pie, I pledge everything I am-my body, my soul, my superhuman strength and my heart-to you. It’s all for you as long as you can look at me with so much love in your eyes.”
“Simone, that’s the easiest thing anyone has ever asked me to do. That’s easier than breathing!” And now I could relax. I was now sure that Simone would love me forever, “‘til death us do part”.