The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold-6
Nadiya finally came out of the room with her sister acting as her bridesmaid. At her sight, I almost fainted. I had in front of me a lady dressed in a white satin full-length Islamic wedding dress with an 8-foot train. Her head was covered with a long three-layered white sequined tulle bridal hijab with a delicate but thick veil hiding her face. The first man to see her face was to be her Husband once their union would be declared official by the imam. The only parts of the bride's body that the wedding party and guests would see were her feet as she was wearing elbow-length white satin gloves. She was walking in a pair of pretty white tong sandals with rhinestones but, contrary to the usual way, her toes were free of any jewelry. I understood that Nadiya's way of dressing was to show her complete purity to her new Husband and to the others attending. "Although I can't see your face, I congratulate you for your wedding dress, my dear. You are a beautiful bride," I told Nadiya as a way to reduce her obvious nervousness. "Thank you,Ravi, you're gorgeous in your white tuxedo as well," she replied with a tender smile.
I was indeed sporting a white tuxedo with a white bow, just as was the Groom, with the difference that I was also wearing my steel chastity cage. Nadiya and I had agreed that I would be tending to her train on her way to meet her Groom and the imam under the big tent. This was to be a sign of my surrender as ex-husband and of my submission to her new Spouse. This was quite uncommon of course. And it was going to be the moment of truth for me with respect to my personal status in front of the people waiting for us in the yard. My mind was made up. I had made my decision after a long and thorough thinking process. So now everyone would know about my place as an omega male.
When we came out of the house and proceeded under the tent, we could see our Master standing with His father and the imam at the other end of the white carpet, as well as all the guests assembled in silence on each side. Holding Nadiya's long train on our way, my heart was pounding as it never had before. I knew now that a whole new life was uncovering for the three of us.
We had finally reached the Groom. The imam invited Him and His bride to sit down. I helped Nadiya with her dress and train and went to my seat in the first row along with Saladin's ****** members. The imam then delivered the marriage sermon, beginning with the praise of Allah, after which he invited the bride and the groom, as well as the participating guests to a life of piety, mutual love and kindness. He then officially married Nadiya and Saladin with the recitation of the usual three Quran verses and concluded the ceremony with a prayer. The Groom lifted the bride's face veil and kissed her on the lips. It was a very touching ceremony that brought tears to the eyes not only of Saladin's ****** members but to mine as well. Again, I had mixed emotions, alternating between sadness and happiness. This was due to happen, I thought to myself. Looking at that the new Husband's parents, it was obvious that they were very proud and happy that their son had married a free woman, despite the 20 years age difference. Surely, they were now hoping to have their first grandchild.
Later, everybody was gathered under the second tent for the wedding banquet. An hour and a half was needed for Nadiya to change clothes and be pampered by her bridesmaid. She was now sporting a beautiful black full-length abaya with an assorted Arabic bridal hijab studded with precious stones. Her hands and feet were now uncovered, and Nadiya's numerous bracelets and rings were giving her an awesome look. Her long fingernails, as well as her toenails, were daintily painted in red. The most striking feature of her stunning appearance was a large nose ring attached to her left nostril with two dangling small diamonds at the level of her chin, the whole accessory connected to the upper part of her left ear by a delicate gold chain. This was completed by heavy, although not slutty, makeup featuring long eyelashes and bright red glossy lipstick. Nadiya was absolutely stunning, thanks to her bridesmaid.
Saladin's wife had a radiant smile and talked to all the guests. Kisses with the bride were limited to the ****** members; the non-muslim male guests were told in advance that they were only allowed to pay their respect to her by shaking hands. Many guests took pictures of the newlyweds, who formed quite an extraordinary interracial couple, a trait heightened by the large age difference. This was far from common, and I was sure that a lot of them would tell around about their experience.
The revealing sound of chatting testified that the atmosphere was perfect and that everybody were happy to be there and getting into the mood. The cocktail was now coming to an end, and the caterer was inviting the bride and groom and all guests to be seated for the banquet. I had the privilege to sit at one end of the head table. I had a good view of the newlyweds, who were obviously ecstatic and happy, exchanging loving looks and touching hands. The meal went underway at the sound of soft Arabic and Middle East music.
At the end of the main course, before the cutting of the cake, Ahmed, Saladin's father, stood up to deliver the usual speech. He expressed his happiness and his wife's to have their son married to a delicious mature woman, sharing their pride. Unexpectedly, he thanked and commended me for my open mind, kindness and wisdom for having seen that true love outweighs everything and for having stepped aside to let my former wife live her destiny. He finally proposed a toast to his son and His wife, to the applause of the guests.
In a way, Ahmed had stolen me part of the show, as Nadiya and I had agreed that I would also deliver a speech. This was to be a proof of my submission and surrender to her and Master Saladin, even though everyone else would see it as a gesture of nobility and civility on the part of a gentleman. And I was next in line to address the party. I was quite nervous and, for a moment, I wondered if I would have the guts to oblige Nadiya. But my experience as CMD helped me keep my composure, and I stood up.
"Ladies and gentleman," I began, "first I would like to thank Ahmed for his kind words. I feel privileged to get to know him, his lovely wife and their children. They made me feel as if I am part of their ******. I don't want to take too much of your time. I will say just a few words to congratulate Nadiya and Saladin and wish them the most happy and fruitful life together. For them, it was love almost at first sight. And when this happens, nothing can hinder the destiny of the lovers. I am more than convinced that Nadiya has found a very respectable, gentle and loving husband, who has impressed us all with his calm, kindness and intelligence, and who will take great care of her. Thanks God for what is happening and long live to the newlyweds and their eventual progeny. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me now in a toast to our newlyweds and wish them a long and happy life together!"
My address was also followed by an admiring round of applause from the crowd. Certainly some guests and my friends must have considered this a weird and extremely rare situation where a husband freely surrenders his rights in favor of another man, only 23 years old, young and muslim on top of it, and wondered what could have lead to all that. However, some others might have found it no more eccentric than same sex marriages, an increasingly widespread phenomenon.
The reception went on until late in the evening. People danced, drank and had fun. The newlyweds, however, had to leave for their one-month honeymoon in the Middle East at 7:40 p.m. At Dubai 9:00 pm, I put their luggage in the Rolls-Royce and took them to the airport. After only a few minutes, Nadiya fell asleep quietly in the arms of her Husband on the back seat. Master Saladin, being younger and full of energy, stayed awake so we chatted all the way. He thanked me warmly again for all that I had done for Him and His new wife and for my kindness, obedience and generosity, telling me again that there would be great rewards for me in the form of opportunities to nurture my submissive and kinky nature ahead in time. I assured Him that I was and would remain their devoted servant.
As soon as she came out of the vehicle, Nadiya, who was wearing a dark navy blue abaya, hastily covered her face with her niqab that let only her eyes be seen, and her black elbow-length gloves, and humbly followed her Husband into the terminal. I wished them good bye and a very pleasant and safe trip. Nadiya promised me that she would email me regularly from her notebook computer. I could not refrain to shed a few tears. She also reminded me of the place in the house where she had put the spare key to my chastity cage, but she warned me not to open my cage in any circumstances other than an emergency.
They were to travel extensively, all expenses paid by me, through the Middle East, in Turkey, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and the Emirates. Their first destination, where they would stay for little more than a week, was Dubai – where Saladin had opened our branch office for the Middle East in the previous year.
It would be a somewhat strange honeymoon, a mix of sexual plays and experimentations and a religious pilgrimage that would certainly increase and deepen their faith, especially Nadiya's. Furthermore, it so happened that the yearly Ramadan would begin ten days before the end of their trip. This perspective was both a source of excitement and a sacrifice for them as they would refrain from having sexual intercourse, eating and drinking from dawn until sunset.
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Back home, I did my best to be a good host for my Master's ****** members, who stayed for three days, after which I resumed my duties as CMD. Working late at the office was a way for me to make the time go faster but the thought of Nadiya and her new Husband was almost constantly in my mind. This was undoubtedly going to be a long month for me.
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