Chapter 38

April 2, 2021

Kenna

It was our last day in Jamaica, and, over breakfast, my father had a piece of news that I’d never seen coming. “For obvious reasons, Kenna, you know we can never legally be married.” I listened intently while he continued. “However, I’d like to ask you for your hand in marriage and have a small ceremony this evening to celebrate the event.” I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. “Would you be my wife?”

“Yes, Daddy, of course I will.”

He pulled me to him and we exchanged a deep, long, romantic kiss, and then he took me in his arms and held me for what seemed like an eternity. It was a moment that I hoped would never end. When he finally broke our passionate embrace, I spoke.

“I have so much to do now, you’d better let me get to it, okay?” I whispered through joyous happy tears.

My first stop when I was out in town was at a quaint little shop where I purchased a long, white, caftan-style dress and a new pair of white sandals. There were so many contradictions in my wedding dress, I had to giggle. Not only would I be wearing white, but I’d also be clothed, something that had rarely occurred over the last four days. Once I’d purchased my dress, I spent the rest of the day at a spa; I got got a manicure and a pedicure, and had my hair and makeup professionally done.

It was just before sunset when I heard a soft knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw a pretty young Jamaican girl who worked for the resort. She was the same girl I’d given Daddy’s suit to a couple of hours earlier, because I wanted to adhere to the tradition of the groom not seeing his bride on the wedding day. “They’re ready for you, honey.”

“Okay,” I said shyly.

I followed her down a cobblestone path that was beset on all sides by palm trees. A warm, gentle breeze was blowing in off the ocean and gently swaying the palm fronds; it truly felt magical. When we emerged onto the beach, there was a decorated gazebo adorned with beautiful white flowers and streamers. Standing in front of it were a Jamaican minister and my father. There were several rows of white chairs in the sand and an aisle for me to walk down.

When I appeared, the 30 or so guests that were facing towards the ocean all turned around so they could see me, and all their faces were familiar. Daddy had arranged for the four swingers we’d had the fantastic party with, and all the other new friends we’d made during our stay at Hedonism who hadn’t yet left, to attend the ceremony. And, to my utter shock, sitting in the last row was my brother, Kyle. When he saw me, he stood up and approached me.

“Kenna, I’ve never seen you look more radiant and beautiful.”

“How did you know...” I started to choke up and couldn’t finish my sentence.

“Dad told me of his little plan last week, and I flew in this morning so I could walk you down the aisle and give you away. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay, it’s perfect,” I gushed while attempting to hold back my tears.

“I love you, honey, and I always will,” he said solemnly.

“I love you too, so very much.” We exchanged a firm hug and he gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

“Are you ready to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, I am.”

Wedding music began to play from a small stereo; I took my brother’s arm and he slowly walked me down the aisle until we reached my father. My brother gave me one last little kiss before sitting down in the front row, and I stood across from my father and we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. When he began speaking, his words were like a brilliant flame in my heart, making me happier than I’d ever been.

“New friends, thank you all for coming. You are here today to witness Kenna’s passage into permanent submission. In one sense, Kenna and I have known each other all her life, but in another sense, we have only recently become together as dominant and submissive and, more recently still, as husband and wife. However, as our love for each other has grown, our relationship has deepened and our roles have become more defined. Therefore, I have asked her to become my submissive, my lover, and my wife for the rest of her life.”

The minister began reading from the paper in his hand. “Kenna, do you willingly submit yourself to your partner’s will, without question, now and forever, until death shall part you?”

My knees were shaking, but I tried to keep my voice steady and solemn. “I do.”

“Do you promise to subordinate your will to his when he desires and to turn yourself over to him whenever he wishes?”