We walked around the suite together, giving her a tour and explaining where in the room that we thought would be the place that would serve as the altar. She agreed and after a few minutes, Mistress K. and I retreated to the separate bedroom to dress for our ceremony. Mistress had decided that I would wear the cock cage that I was wearing, the pretty lace black panties that I was wearing and a pair of black, silk boxers that she had purchase specifically for the ceremony. She supervised me getting dressed and then excused me from the room to go and keep our officiant company while she dressed herself in private. At that point I had no idea what, if anything, she was planning on wearing. Nor did i know to what extent Mistress was going to reveal to our officiant what I was required to wear under my silk boxers. Frankly, if i were to be honest, I was hopeful at this point that Mistress was going to have me remove my boxers in order to openly display the pretty panties I was wearing, and then even have me remove those as well in order to be able to display the cage that imprisoned my cock. I was deep into subspace at this time as was allowing my imagination to run free. I even went so far in my imagination as to hope that Mistress was going to have me insert my glass butt plug as an integral part of our ceremony. In my mind, the implied symbolism was obvious so, you know, it made sense to me. A boy can dream right? Being revealed in that manner of dress (or undress if you will) has been and will be a fantasy of mine, especially in a manner that calls for my direction demonstration of my commitment, love and dediction to my beloved Mistress. That being said, I didn't really believe that those things would become a reality because I know that Mistress is a very private, very discrete Mistress, and feels very strongly that our intimate moments are just that - private.
I was standing alongside the officiant wearing only my cage, my black lace panties and my silk boxers, talking about, oh the "weather". I wanted so bad to tell her what I was wearing underneath but instinctively knew that it would in direct violation of what Mistress K. would've wanted me to do. Hence the conversation about the "weather". About 10 minutes, the door to the bedroom opened. I was standing there fully immersed in my sub space, eagerly awaiting the opportunity for my beautiful wife to stand next to me and accept my vows of loyal, devotion and submission, and filling the doorway was a vision beauty, grace and awesomeness that literally made me gasp in excitement. She was stunning.
She was wearing sheer, black thigh-high stockings held in place by a beautiful garter belt and clasps. She was wearing very tall, black high heels that had jewel incrusted straps that went around her ankles. She was wearing a pair of panties that I had never seen before and that matched her outfit impeccably and were so incredibly sexy. She wore a beautiful black bra with lace trim that held her beautiful breasts perfectly. Her red hair was brushed and laid beautifully straight over her shoulders and down her in the fashion she knew I loved the most. Her make-up stunning and her lips red, she strode toward me and our officiant. Even our officiant made a reactive comment about how stunning this Goddess was at that moment.