To Love, Honor, and Obey: A Femdom Wedding Tale

A short Femdom Wedding Tale

Includes a chapter from Jon Zelig's novella, The Heat: A

It was a legal marriage, binding in any number of ways.
Her lesbian friend Orla had been ordained as a priestess.
I wore white socks and a blue dress shirt, tented by my throbbing erection, the key around my neck on a gold chain, no other clothing.
She wore a floor-length, belted, black, silk dressing gown, with nothing under it except sandals—the leather laces crisscrossing, Roman-style, halfway up Her calves—and that finely braided gold chain around Her waist.
Barefoot, Orla had on a parody of priestly raiments: black yoga pants and a black t-shirt with the sleeves torn off.
I was both sweating and shivering in anticipation and erotically charged fear.
“And you therefore take him to be your Obedient Boy,” Orla was finishing up solemnly, “to chastise, to train, to control, to discipline, and to punish?”
She nodded.
Orla turned to me.