Shayla Rules Shiny in Every Way

Shiny, leaned over a table as Shayla applied the stuff, said, "That sounds really, really good to me."

Shayla nodded, and said, "Yeah, it is good. Cuz, the thing is, all these herbs and the formula will actually heal you within a day or so. This is a good thing."

Shiny said, "Yes, so it will stop hurting."

Shayla said, "No, no, no. Not at all. It's a good thing because once it's healed, I can do it to you again. If we didn't have the herbs and shite, I'd have to wait like a week before we did it again. With the herbs, I can do it again in just two days. Isn't that great?"

Shiny was silent for just a moment. Shayla knew it, caught it, but didn't say anything. Then Shiny said, "Yes, Mistress. Every day you want to do it, I want to do it."

Shayla leaned in then, serious as everything. "Shiny ... you mean that? Because if you don't, I want you to say it. I love you no matter what."

Shiny turned to her, and then said, "I told you last night, that you have my body at your disposal. You can do anything to and with my body, and I will never object." Shiny paused, and then said, "But last night I also told you, in my actions, that you have my soul, and I have yours. Are we both agreed on that? That you have my body in any way that you ever want ... as long as I have your soul forever?"

Shayla paused a moment, then turned to Shiny. "If I haven't made that clear, Shiny, you are my soul."

Shiny nodded, "You have. I just wanted it in words. My body, yours forever in any way you want. As long as your soul is mine, forever. Your soul, mine, because mine has always been yours."

Shayla giggled. "I can't even imagine ... sure, maybe I could find someone like you who wanted all the sex. Maybe, if that was my angle, someone who wanted all the love. There is no fucking way I could find both."

Shiny didn't budge. "Just re-confirming. My body, yours, your soul, mine. And mine yours. We're clear on all that right?"

Shayla pounced on her, kissing her ravenously. "Fucking right! Your body, mine, my fucking soul, yours!"

"And my soul, yours," Shiny corrected. "You have my soul and body."

Shayla pulled up again to look at Shiny's face and she said seriously, "Can I marry you again?"

Shiny laughed. "As many times as you want."

Shayla nodded a lot, then said, "Could be a bunch."

* * *

Turned out a bunch was indeed, well, a bunch.

Shayla "Re-Proposed" the next day, actually getting down on one knee for it. The first "Re-Wedding", as Shayla chose to call it, happened just two days later, much like the time-delay from the first wedding. Shayla picked the venue though Shiny insisted it be small, no more than 50 guests. It would be held at a large caravan-trader's tavern outside of the city. Shayla invited her 25 guests, and Shiny invited 25 of her own, however, Shiny's invitations very clearly spelled out that this was entirely optional, and could and should be declined by anyone who had any other plans whatsoever. And no RSVP was required, it was simply 'come or don't', there were to be no diplomatic repercussions. That news was also circulated amongst the diplomatic community, and it was understood to be true.

So, the first Re-Wedding only had 35 people in attendance. 15 of Shiny's guests didn't show up. Despite that, what followed was noted by the attendees as "the second best party ever", second only to the first "real" wedding.

Shayla Re-Proposed to Shiny literally the same night of the first Re-Wedding, down on one knee again. As always, Shiny said "yes", and cried. Shiny said, "Shayla, you make my soul wet". Shayla replied, "I'm going to fuck your soul so much that you never will want me to stop". Shiny's simple reply, "Done and done. I already never want you to stop."

Four days after that, the second Re-Wedding happened. Shiny got to pick the venue this time, but she stuck with the theme, and she chose to hold it in the abandoned Classic Cathedral about 20 miles from the city. She chose it because of its beautiful architecture and its position atop a hill overlooking the whole valley. This time, all 50 attendees were present. It was universally called "the third best party ever". Invitations to Re-Weddings became the absolute hottest ticket in all The Realms. But the invitations were in very short supply, and Re-Weddings themselves would happen only at the whim of Shayla. And no one could predict what that would mean.

The next day after the 2nd Re-Wedding proceeded as normal, with Shiny working, Shayla just off 'doing her thing', and then they got back together around dusk in their apartments. They had a lovely dinner, which Shiny cooked with Shayla's help in the kitchen, and Shiny was washing the dishes over the sink while Shayla sat on the couch and they chatted.

But Shayla sort of stopped talking and was just staring at Shiny.

After awhile, Shiny looked over at her. "What's on your mind? You got quiet all of the sudden."

Shayla shook her head as if to clear it for a moment, and then said, "I was totally fantasizing about you. You, Shiny, Queen of the Universe, leaning over the sink, just washing dishes. But underneath that dress, you are totally full of color, all kinds of rosy red and stripes all over you, so I was picturing you naked doing that. Then I started picturing your nipples weighted down with nipple clamps, swaying with all your scrubbing. And I fucking wanted to finger myself right here and now."

Smiling, Shiny said, "You know, we just talked about that recently. I'm yours. You don't have to fantasize. Go ahead and do it. Get the real thing, if that's what turns you on, if that's what you want. You can do it any time," then she paused a second, brow furrowing, and clarified, "When we're Inside. But then, anything, any time."

Shayla's eyes popped open like she'd just been told the most amazing secret in the universe. "Oh my god! You are so totally right! Fuck me!" With that she bounced up off the sofa and sped into the Bonus Room. She returned with a medium sized velvet bag. "Stay where you are," Shayla commanded. Shiny obeyed.

Shayla set out several implements on a towel. There were six strange metal clamps, like clothespins, but definitely not. Smaller, with circular shapes rather than straight. The tips of the 'pins' were padded with oiled, scraped leather. Next to those six objects were lots of things that looked like holiday ornaments that you would put on a tree, except these were just bare lead in teardrop shapes, going from smaller to larger. Shiny had done a little fishing early in her youth. They looked like fishing weights. There was a small black bag next to them.

Rapidly and efficiently, Shayla took off all of Shiny's clothes so that she stood naked in front of the sink. Shayla took the small bag up, dipped her fingers into it, and came out with talc. Baby powder, it was also called, or athlete's powder. Shayla rubbed the powder on Shiny's perfect dark-bronze nipples and aureoles, and then she picked up one of the circular clamps.

"This here," Shayla explained in her matter-of-fact voice, "is an alligator clamp. See, look at it, kinda looks like an alligator mouth," and Shayla put it in front of Shiny's face, using one hand to flex open and closed the mechanism, with her other, she made mouth-chomping movements with her other hand, and similar gestures with her own mouth.

"So, these go on your nipples, " Shayla continued, "cuz, the more weight on them, the tighter they clamp down, and, they look totally fucking sexy on you. I'm going to put these on you, and I want to see them on you for like, an hour. I'll want to cum the whole time, but I won't touch my clit. I just want to watch you. It'll hurt you, your nipples will be so fucking ... fucking amazingly hot and bothered and hurting and swollen and sexy. Then more, the longer it goes, then kind of, maybe, less, when it goes longer. Or not. Anyway, it will hurt."

"Make me your fantasy," Shiny said. "I don't want to be your dream. I want to be your real."

It took a little while, Shayla just standing next to Shiny, neither moving. Then Shayla said, "I wasn't kidding about marrying you a bunch of times. Is that really okay? Because three times is totally not enough."

Shiny replied, "As many times as you want. Really."

Shayla, satisfied, said, "Okay, okay, okay," clapping her hands together, and she went straight for the nipple clamps. She put just one each on Shiny's amazing nipples, and then added two of the lesser weights to each. Shiny said "Uhhhhh...ouch" on each one, and then her breasts were full and had two nipple clamps plus weights on them.

Shayla went back to her couch, and said, "Now just do chores. Anything. Let me watch you."

Shiny did that, the nipple-clamp weights bobbing back and forth every time she moved to do anything. She finished the dishes, started cleaning up the house, and Shayla followed her every move.

Shayla had started to cry when she said, "I want to fuck you so bad, I can't even imagine it. You have all those stripes on you, all that color, the welts on your ass and back and thighs. If I could just fuck you one more time, I could die, and the world would be perfect."

Shiny, done with the dishes and now dusting the rooms, said, "I don't want you to die. I want you to fuck me a thousand thousand more times. Because to me, that makes the world perfect." She said that casually and she didn't stop doing her chores. She was naked, red-welt striped and she was just dusting, while the nipple clamps bobbed back and forth.

Shayla erupted from her chair again, went to the Bonus Room, and came out with an entirely new dildo that she strapped on.

All she said was, "This one's bigger," and she fingered Shiny's ass until she had four fingers in, then she shoved the lubed dildo, now sized at 2 inches wide and over 7 inches long, into Shiny's ass. Shiny was positioned standing, back to Shiny, hands splayed out against a bookcase.

Shayla pulled it in-and-out in the standard routine, gentle at first, slight in, then out, repeat, until Shiny had the whole thing in her butt and was moaning with ecstasy. "You fucking love this now," Shayla said. A statement, not a question.

Shiny nodded her head vigorously, and breathed hoarsely, "Yes, yes. I do fucking love it now. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, Mistress."

As Shayla started pounding Shiny's ass, she said quietly, just whispering to herself, "Shiny loves being buttfucked. Shiny is the best lover ever." She paused a moment, then whispered again, "Shiny is the best person ever."

Shayla slid her wooden dick in and out of Shiny's asshole while Shiny moaned and bucked and pounded her own hips back and forth against the dildo eagerly and hungrily.

While Shiny experienced pure, unafraid, unashamed pleasure, Shayla experienced a state of pure, utter love that was blended with pure, utter lust. There was no disconnect. The two things were the same. It filled her soul to overflowing. She fucked Shiny right then, because she knew again that Shiny was her soul, and Shiny's body was hers in every way. The two were as one.

Shayla came first, from the insane combination of how much she loved Shiny and how much she loved fucking her. Shiny heard and felt Shayla's orgasm, and then Shiny came right away too, spasming, thrashing.

They gasped and groaned, and Shayla once again lay atop Shiny in what would become a frequent embrace, she gathering Shiny into her arms, her dildo buried deep inside Shiny's ass while she whispered, over and over into Shiny's ear, "I love my Shiny. I love my Shiny."

* * *

Another week went by. This one had only a single Re-Wedding, much to the dismay of the community, who were all hoping for another double-helping. Shayla picked a cave for this one. A cave. It was almost 40 miles away, so it took some serious carriage travel to get there. A small town at the mid-way point was bolstered as a stopover point for all travelers, making the party actually a 2 day event, since the mid-point party was superb. However, once people got to the cave, the 3rd Re-Wedding was re-classified as the 2nd Best Party Ever, bumping the other two down. The cave was somewhat unremarkable at first, at the entrance, though Shayla had conceded a carpet runner to keep people from slipping. But only about 200 feet in and about 50 feet down vertically, the tunnel emerged into a spectacular grotto. A huge green pool, a cascading waterfall, and green ferns and moss everywhere due to a nice wide crack in the ceiling of the roof that let light pour down into the room in cascades of rainbow mist coming from the spray from the falls crashing into the pool. Tables and chairs were set all over, and there was a full 10 piece band including a harpist. That evening, the after-party carried on later in the giant ancient city ruins nearby, where guests got to stay in lightly retrofitted rooms inside the crumbled temple, castle and village. Everything about the event was the hottest topic all around the capital when they returned.

The next night after the Re-Wedding, Shiny was cleaning up after dinner again, but this time Shayla seemed pre-occupied. Didn't seem like a repeat of the previous weeks "special" moment was at hand.

Shiny said, "Everyone loves what you did. This was the best Re-Wedding ever. They loved the grotto, but oddly, it seems they loved staying the night in an old ancient city even more. There are already business people who are bidding for all that land, the old city and the cave, so that they can make it a vacation destination." Shayla didn't reply, she was deep in thought. Shiny pressed, "Shayla, you did that. You revived a whole ... I don't know ... a whole historic site, and that amazing cave. That's all you."

"Mmm, mmm, yeah," Shayla said.

Shiny shook her head. "I get it. You don't care about that, it's not your kind of thing. So. What is on your mind please?"

Shayla said nothing for a little while, and then looked up at Shiny all serious. "Breast Torture."

Looking first right, then left, as if to find someone else to explain the comment, at last Shiny turned to Shayla and said, "Uhhhh... that's great. We're doing that. You know, the whole nipple-clamp with weights thing you did. That's fine, I liked it. I mean it hurt, but it also really did go straight to my pussy, knowing how much it turned you on, and how sensitive my breasts are. So, yeah, just do it again whenever you want. You can add more weights or whatever, if that's what you are thinking about."

Shayla shook her head 'no'. "Uh uh. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'll add more weights though."

Shiny said plainly, "Fine. Good."

"Yeah, it is," Shayla said. "But we need better Breast Torture."

Shrugging, Shiny said, "Okay. If that's not good enough, what's next?"

"You know how much I love your tits, yes?" Shayla asked.

"Yes, you've made that clear," Shiny responded.

Shayla said, "So, I love them so much, that, I am totally not inclined to color them. But, I fucking love coloring you. So much that I fucking came basically just from coloring you last time, and then came again just looking at you with color."

Shiny nodded, "True. And yet you broke down after coloring me the first time."

Shayla nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, I did. That you let me do this stuff to you makes me love you, every time, like 10 times more than I did before, so it makes me crazy how ridiculously amazing you are. But see I already love you infin-fucking-nitely. So when infinite is multiplied by ten, I go insane. I fucking cry because you make me the best kind of fucking insane."

"Infin-fucking-nitely is a big fucking number," Shiny agreed. "So more would be a lot."

Shayla nodded vigorously again, "I know, I know. It is. Its bigness is so fucking big that then, well, I almost explode." She paused then, and looked seriously at Shiny. Then said, "But I want to explode. You are so worth any possible dream that I want to explode with you a thousand times. Or more. Give or take a couple hundred thousand. Well, more give. And, more take. Both. I want us both to explode. A few hundred thousand times. Or a million. Whatever."

Shiny just smiled her warm accepting smile, which she saw that Shayla immediately melted from. Then Shiny said, "I want us both to explode too. Explode us both."

Shayla started crying, then stopped by force of will, and said sternly, "You know I knew you would say that. You are the most crazy ass fucking lover that could ever happen. The most crazy fucking wife."

"Guilty as charged," Shiny said.

"Then we are doing Breast Torture," Shayla said.

"As you command, Mistress," Shiny replied, going to the ground on one knee, bending her head down in full submission.

Shayla squealed. She grabbed Shiny's hand and dragged her to the Bonus Room. Shayla looked around at the room, said, "Fuck. I didn't make a reverse chair! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She dragged Shiny to the same ottoman, and then laid her on her back instead, her front facing up. She strapped Shiny's hands and legs to the ottoman. Shayla lovingly placed the ball-gag in Shiny's mouth.

She proceeded to bring out ropes from her cabinets, and with those, she very, very tightly tied Shiny's breasts each into little circles. Shiny's breasts raised up became even smaller than her natural C until her breasts were almost an A. And they started to turn blue. The wraps of the ropes were cutting off some of the blood supply. Just external, not anything that would cause harm, but the ropes brought up her breasts way forward, upward, and separated. As they turned blue, Shayla sighed deeply.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Shayla breathed. "Maybe before I even touch you. I've never seen anything more beautiful."

Then Shayla sank down to Shiny's ear. "Only one thing more beautiful. Your fucking face. Your fucking soul."

Shayla went back up, rooted around in her closet, and then came back with a single-strand whip made of a very thin oiled strip of leather.

"I suspect this will hurt, a lot," Shayla said. "Your tits aren't just perfect, they're sensitive. So this is going to hurt. Maybe more than you can handle. You know the stop command to me?"

Shiny nodded at first, then shook her head back and forth, side to side, vigorously, the command to stop. Then Shiny nodded again at Shayla to continue.

Shayla said, "I honestly expect you to stop me," she went on. "I love you. Please stop me when I go too far. Because I'm going to. Go too far, I mean."

Shiny closed her eyes, squinting. Preparing for the first blow.

The first blow came and it was spectacular. This was not a loose floppy thing, it was a tight, oiled, strip of leather that landed across Shiny's breasts.

Shiny's eye bulged, she screamed "Mmmmmmph" into her ball gag, and Shayla paused. To let the color surface. While Shiny was panting hard, Shayla watched Shiny's blue breasts, and saw the stripe of red slowly come up amid the blue.

"I'm going to go too far already," Shayla said. "You can stop me at any time." And she landed the next blow.

Shiny writhed and squirmed, bucked and kicked, and her breasts raised a second stripe of color. Shiny's head didn't move side to side.

Shiny made all kinds of sounds and writhing movement for the next 20 minutes while the whip came down slowly, just once or twice a minute at most, sometimes as long a stretch as five minutes between stripes. She screamed into her ball gag and her ultra-blue breasts became ultra-red striped against the tight blue. Her body racked, and she spasmed. She wrestled against the lashes, straining. And then she came. She came and screamed into the gag and thrashed in her body, then when Shayla striped her more with the whip against her sensitive tits, and she came again, bucking and thrashing and shouting into her ball gag.

Shayla came hard then, fingering herself to this spectacle.