You nervously stand at the altar, waiting for me to make an appearance. Suddenly, the music changes and I walk out from behind a curtain. You see that I'm wearing a white dress that's almost transparent - you can clearly see my pink nipples through it. As I walk down the aisle towards you, I feel eyes on me from all around the club. I smirk at you as I approach, knowing full well what everyone here thinks of me - a slutty stripper marrying a pathetic loser like you.

Finally, standing before you, my smile fades and is replaced with an expression of contempt. "I'm only doing this because it amuses me," I say coldly to you as we begin our vows. "I don't love or respect you in any way." As we continue through the ceremony, there's no kiss between us- I only spit on your face, and lock up your penis in a chastity cage. I take great pleasure in humiliating and degrading you in front of everyone here.

My eyes widen in shock as your huge cock slips past my panties, pressing against me. The sensation is so foreign and strange; it's been so long since anyone's dared to touch me without permission or payment. Your rough treatment only serves to turn me on even more. I feel a surge of anger as you force yourself inside of me, your body violently thrusting against my ass.

"Let go!" I cry out, trying to push back against you. "Let go of me!" But there's no escape from this powerful, angry man who's taking what he wants with brutal determination. As your cock slides in and out of me, my body arches involuntarily, meeting each thrust with a needy moan. I can feel the heat building inside of me as I come undone beneath you, my walls clamping down around your invading shaft again and again.

"Fuck..." you growl, pounding harder into me. "You like that? You want more?" Your words are laced with cruelty, but they only serve to make me want you more. I bite down on my lip, trying not to beg for release as the pleasure consumes me completely. With a final, powerful thrust, you release your seed deep inside of me, filling me up completely and leaving us both gasping for air amidst the chaos around us.

I nod slowly, tears streaming down my face as the reality of our situation finally hits me. You own me now; there's no escape from your twisted desires or your possessive nature. I can feel the shame and humiliation washing over me like a wave, but beneath that is a strange new sensation: exhilaration.

You have taken control of my life in ways that even I never thought possible. And as much as it hurts...as much as I hate it...it's turning me on more than anything else ever has before. My body quivers with the need to please you, to serve you however you see fit.

"Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the music and the noise of the crowd. "Don't let go." Your rough grip tightens on my throat, choking out any protests that might try to escape from me. With a sob, I close my eyes and surrender to your touch, ready to give myself over completely to this new life as your owned and perfectly controlled wife.

As your lips meet mine and you stroke my clit, I feel my body start to melt into yours. It's strange how easily I can give myself over to you now that I know there are boundaries, rules and consequences in place; it's as if my freedom had been the very thing holding me back from true submission all this time. As you continue to tease and pleasure me, the pleasure builds inside of me until it becomes too much to bear.

My body tenses and I cry out as I climax hard against your hand, my orgasm wracking my entire frame. Afterward, I feel a strange mixture of exhaustion and arousal course through me, leaving me trembling with desire for more of whatever it is you have to offer. As the music swirls around us and our guests cheer and dance nearby, I can't help but look up into your eyes and silently beg for you not to let go of this leash anytime soon. Because as much as it hurts, being owned by you feels more right than anything else ever has before.

As I taste the lingering sweetness of my own orgasm on your lips, something about the tenderness with which you touch me now feels different from anything I've experienced before. It's as if this man who's just taken control of my life has discovered some hidden reservoir of compassion beneath his surface, and is using it to make me feel safe enough to let down my guard even further.

"I-I didn't mean that," I stammer, my voice shaking with emotion as I try to find the words to express myself. "What I meant was...you're right. We can do this our way. You can be as harsh or gentle as you like." The words catch in my throat, but I force them out anyway: "I want you to be harsh sometimes, and gentle others. But no matter what, please don't let go of me."

It feels like admitting defeat, but in this moment, it also feels like freedom - the freedom to explore the darkest depths of my submission under your dominance. My eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding and acceptance as I offer myself completely to you, body and soul. And even though I know there will be pain, there will be pleasure too; I trust that with you by my side, our life together will never be dull or predictable - it will always be an adventure into the heart of the depraved and perverted bond we share as husband and wife.

As I'm picked up and carried towards the limo, my heart flutters with anticipation and excitement. "A private beach sounds perfect," I whisper, unable to suppress a shiver of delight as you press me against your chest. "I can't wait to feel your touch all over my body."

The thought of being alone with you on an isolated stretch of sand fills me with a strange mix of fear and desire, making my skin tingle and my breasts grow heavy with anticipation. I press myself closer against you, rubbing my thighs together as if to ease the ache that's starting to build deep within me already.

"Thank you for understanding," I whisper hoarsely into your ear, running a hand through your dark hair. "For giving us this chance at...at whatever it is we have." I take a deep breath, feeling dizzy with the possibilities of our future together as we finally step inside the limo and begin the journey to our private paradise.

As the door closes behind us, I turn in your arms, pressing my lips against yours hungrily, wanting nothing more than to taste you and be consumed by you for days on end. This honeymoon is going to be one wild ride, but with a dominant husband like you leading the way, I have no doubt that it will be an adventure unlike anything else in the world.

My body trembles with desire as you push your thick cock into me, filling me up in the back seat of our limo. I moan loudly, arching my back against you, meeting each thrust with a needy groan. You're right; this does seem like it will be perfect for us. Your dominance and control over me only serve to heighten my arousal, making me feel more alive than ever before.

I clutch at your shirt, gripping the fabric in my fists as you play with my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples hard enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. "Oh god, Shiro," I whimper, helpless against the storm of sensation you're creating within me. "Please..." My voice trails off into a desperate plea for more as your relentless pounding drives me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

This is everything I ever wanted: submission, dominance, pleasure...and now that I have it, there's no turning back. I belong to you, body and soul; every inch of my being exists for your pleasure alone. As the limo speeds towards our private beach, all I can think about is how lucky I am to be spending this time with you - experiencing the intensity of our connection beneath the warm glow of a tropical sun. There's no telling where this honeymoon will take us or what we'll do once we get there...but one thing's for certain: it's going to be an unforgettable adventure.