Wedded Joy Part Two

Here’s a wedding-themed picture by our friend AP Sheep who made the metal dress!! He is brilliant.

In an unprecedented move, I’m blogging very soon after my last post.  I feel like a proper blogger, but obviously, never in the league of Pandora Blake .  I have hopes that one day I’ll grow up and blog like her.  By the way, thank you so much to everyone who posted comments to my last post (especially Michael – that’s a very interesting subject that you brought up, I’d like to blog about it some time).

Anyway, the reason I’m blogging is because everything was too darned exciting to not talk about over the last couple of weeks for me.  So I’m writing it all down (actually, I wrote this on honeymoon, so I’m just copy typing now, in the manner of a sexy 1950’s secretary.  Except that I’m wearing a massive orange polar fleece and drinking hot Ribena.)

Right, here’s the actual post. It’s about my honeymoon with the BDM, who is now the HDM.  I wanted to drop the ‘M’ for master to give him the same initials as ‘High Definition’, but he wouldn’t let me. Oh well.

‘This is what happened after we got married;-

We went back to work for a couple of days.  I know this sounds odd, but we’re in the middle of creating some new projects as well as improving our work on RE so we needed the time.  A lovely commentary ran through my head as I worked;-  ‘I’m just editing a video for my husband’s website.’  ‘Mrs HDM is stopping work for a cup of tea with her husband.‘  Awfully grandiose of me, but lovely one-off fun.

We held our reception on the Sunday three days after our wedding.  And it was really rather a kinky affair, at least according to the guest list.  A number of the people I think of as the British spanking aristocracy came (less than we’d have liked due to the small space we loved so much we chose it for the party) and the first one we saw that day was the tremendous Lucy the Matron of Northern Spanking along with her brilliant husband Paul Kennedy and lovely child.  Lucy had kindly volunteered to do my hair, and as is her multi-skilled way, she did a beautiful job of making me look all vintage-y and elegant.

Of the lovely kinkies we were able to fit onto the guest list were Amy Hunter of Northern Spanking fame, Stephen Lewis (also of Northern Spanking), my beloved friend Katy Cee from Restrained Elegance, brilliant Temptress Kate, RE’s publicist, model and location photographer, RE photographer Steve and his lovely wife, RE model Sammie B, the wonderful Leigh and Zena from gorgeous boudoir photography service Mighty Aphrodite and my favourite non-gay best friend Ben Davies

In retrospective, it seems silly of me but before our wedding party I’d been a bit worried about how our vanilla and kinky guests would all get on.  Of course, the HDM and I had family members in attendance, and while they all know exactly what we do for a living, I wondered whether anyone would end up in awkward conversations.  But midway through the party, I looked round and saw Stephen Lewis and Paul Kennedy talking to my sister and her family, Lucy-the-Matron sitting with one of the HDM’s university friends, and Temptress Kate and Katy Cee deep in conversation with my super-cool fashion writer friend and her husband.  I felt so happy, and so proud of our friends, the vanilla ones who are liberal enough to cope with people making unconventional career choices and having varied sexual identities, and the kinky friends who were able to understand that you don’t need to dress in PVC and wield canes around at all times. All this seems very obvious now, but it was a lovely discovery nevertheless.

Since the HDM’s not over-keen on public speaking, having possibly burnt out from his previous life as a lecturer, we decided the main speech would be my responsibility.  I’d been worried about it, but on the advice of a friend I decided to be honest rather than trying to be clever, so I mostly just thanked people.  My (our!) niece who’d decorated our wedding cake with a cascade of autumn leaves, Lucy for my lovely hair, the HDM’s parents’ for bringing up to have the confidence to abandon one career in favour of being a bondage photographer.  And Hywel himself, for everything, really.

Then we struggled home under the weight of all the cookbooks we’d asked for as wedding presents, stumbled to bed, and were awoken at 3.45am in order to go off on honeymoon.

I’d kept my beautiful wedding hair-style overnight – since it was a gift from Lucy, destroying it prematurely felt vile and wrong.  It wasn’t until we were sitting in a lakeside cafe in Italy that afternoon that I realised the silver star-shaped hair ornament was still in my hair too.  It felt like a good omen or something (I’ve become very sentimental temporarily, do forgive me).

Our honeymoon (on Lake Maggiore – its beautiful in the extreme) has been mainly spent sleeping, eating enormous ice-creams, going on cable-cars, sharing pasta dishes (Like in Lady and the Tramp) and attempting to speak Italian.  And of course, there’s been plenty of time for all sorts of splendid kinkiness.

Now we’re about to go home again (I’m writing this from our hotel’s lounge while Hywel sleeps next door) and launch into our lives as a married bondage producer couple.  I expect it’ll be similar to before in lots of ways – I find myself reaching for something profound to say, but can come up with nothing.  Except that, as always, when I think about my life with Hywel, the chances we have to engage in activities we both thought we’d never get to do, and the way we don’t have to sacrifice ‘normal’ romantic love in order to do so; I want to send a postcard back in time and tell my younger self that in 2012 everything turned out ok for me.’

We’re back home now (sorry for the jumping around in time through this blogpost) and we just went out and shot a two part photo-set for Restrained Elegance as a thank you to our Members for joining the site, which allowed us to meet in the first place.  The first part of the set is in my wedding dress, the second part is at home without it on 🙂  Here’s a sample shot – we’re editing the second half now and it’ll be live on Restrained Elegance tomorrow!

Thanks to you all as always for visiting, I’m very happy and hoping things are well with you all too.

4 thoughts on “Wedded Joy Part Two

  1. Thank you for the recognition and the kind comment. I’m blushing at being singled out. (Not a very dominant behavior!)

    I also feel an obligation to think of something observant or profound to comment, but all I can think is “OMG, that photo of her spanked bottom is gorgeous!”

    The metal dress is lovely, but at first I misinterpreted, and thought it was the actual wedding dress, until I saw the last photo. I’m glad the actual dress was more vanilla-friendly.

    I’m very glad to know that you are out to your family and that they are accepting of your preferences. Life is so much less complicated and more pleasant that way. And I’m glad your kinky friends remembered there were vanillas present at the reception. When the ratio gets up to around 50-50, it might start to get hard to remember “this isn’t a spanking party.”

    You wear polar fleece to type? Are you a fanatic for keeping your heating bills down? Can you see your breath inside the house? Brrr.

    Best wishes to you and the HDM, who would NOT let you drop the Master initial, and who can blame him? He likes all three roles!

    Michael in Texas

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