“It’s really great having you back,” he said leisurely as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Thank you Sir, it’s really great to be back,” Marcie replied gleefully as the buxom blonde looked up at her handsome Master from her knees while she licked the remains of his manly juices from her lips.
“Mistress Samantha raved about your performance last week,” the Germanic gentleman said with glowing eyes as he reached down and lovingly caressed the side of her face.
“I’m really glad that I pleased her, Master.”
His hazel eyes looked proudly into her brown orbs. “You see, I knew you could do it!” Her pretty blush filled her face and she accepted the gracious compliment while she enjoyed the gentle feel of his hand. “Hilda and I both missed you.”
“And I missed you both as well.”
“You realize we’ll have to make up for some lost time, of course.”
“As you wish Master.”
At that point the tone of Hans’ voice suddenly changed. “Mistress Samantha also informed me of your disrespectful behavior when you first arrived in the hotel room!” He said tersely as he removed the hand from her face. marcie lowered her eyes. She knew exactly what her Master was talking about. His voice was even but stern. “I warned you specifically about any embarrassing behavior!... Did I not!?”
Supreme guilt filled her facial expression. “Yes Master.”
“Mistress Samantha deserved your utmost respect, slave, and she rightly punished you for your negligence!”
“Yes Master, She did.”
“You do realize that I must punish you as well!”
“Yes Master,” she replied softly.
Hans’ eyes bore into her forehead. Purposefully, he pulled on the leash that was attached to her leather collar. Like a puppy dog, she was forced to follow him as he led her naked down the carpeted corridor toward the door that opened to stairs that descended to the dungeon.
One step at a time, she carefully managed until they reached the cold basement floor. Once there, he led her through the swinging door and over to the hanging chains, where he ordered her to her feet. After attaching her wrists over her head, he added a spreader bar that forced her legs wide.
Marcie had learned since becoming Hans’ sex-slave that there can be two kinds of whippings: one was for her Master’s perverse pleasure; they were part of her training. She understood that thoroughly and she endured them solely for the purpose of pleasing Him. Besides, they were always accompanied by some sort of purposeful pleasurable act like caressing a nipple or gently fingering her clit. In fact, marcie looked forward to those sessions.
The other type of whipping was strictly for punishment and she knew that’s what she was about to endure.
She had no excuse for her unthinking behavior toward Mistress Samantha and Master Hans had indeed forewarned her. Hence, marcie did not utter a single word of protest when the forceful lashes struck her between the shoulder blades. She gritted her teeth and dearly regretted the mental lapse of not kneeling before Mistress Samantha that day in the hotel room. He gave her no respite at all as the solid strokes struck repeatedly over every inch of her back and buttocks.
The backs of her thighs felt the sting of the lashes as well. It was the most severe whipping she’d endured yet and her stoic resolve dissolved into shrieks that echoed around the walls of the dungeon. Her Master, an expert flagellator, was only halfway through. He fronted her suspended form. Her wails continued as the leather lashes struck her left breast. A matching slash to the right one made her secretly vow never to cross her Master again. Between her bouncing orbs, down her flat tummy to her mound the strands struck, then to the front of her thighs as her tears dripped.
Lesson learned.
As his freshly whipped slave hung there, Hans merely walked over and hung up the flogger. He then ambled back and stood in front of her and spoke softly, “Your transgression has been wiped clean.” And despite the severe punishment marcie had just endured, she was so relieved to hear those words, that when he freed her from her bonds, she sagged against his manly body and laid her head on his chest. She then sobbed tears of happiness as he enfolded his arms around her in a loving embrace.
***
In the days ahead marcie was reunited to the ways of being a sex-slave. Each morning Hans would enter her room, for the strict purpose of using one of her bodily orifices. Some mornings Hilda would accompany him and they would use her sexually any way they wished.
During the daytime, however, marcie would become strictly Hilda’s bitch. After Hans would leave for work, the first requirement would be to orally satisfy Hans’ live-in dominant second cousin. That was usually followed by a spanking or a whipping or whatever Hilda desired.
After what was usually a scrumptious breakfast, which the slave always fixed, it was doing the daily chores. This meant that marcie had to change the linens on all the beds. Hans insisted on fresh sheets daily. Vacuuming, dusting, washing the clothes and ironing were all parts of the slave’s duties. Hilda enjoyed lording over her naked charge and would punish her for the slightest screw up. Of course marcie was forced to go down on Hilda whenever the mood struck the dominant woman.
The sex-slave was kept naked at all times except when taken out or on special occasions. She once accompanied the tall, wiry dominatrix to a store that specialized in adult toys, where they purchased what was called a dildo gag. When they returned to the house marcie stripped immediately. (It was a requirement that she be naked one minute after entering the house) She was forced to her knees, where Hilda shoved the gag end, which was shaped like a penis, into the slave’s mouth. The Domme also stripped bare, laid on the end of the bed and spread her long legs.
With the slave kneeling between her splayed thighs, the dominant woman ordered the long haired blonde to insert the phallus into Hilda’s wide open, wet cunt. Marcie did so by pushing her own face forward. Then slowly marcie moved her head backward, almost withdrawing the ten-inch cock. Then she’d plunge forward once again. Then back again, then forward, back and forth. Once marcie got into a rhythm, Hilda’s breathing quickened and she gasped aloud as the slave face–fucked Hilda until the older woman shrieked with pleasure.
Then on other days Hilda would invite some of her girl friends over so they could use the sex-slave’s body to a fare-thee-well. That meant marcie very often got spreadeagled to the coffee table where her body was constantly poked and prodded. Her nipples would be twisted and clamped, fingers would be jammed into her pussy and ass and her face would be sat on by one pussy after another.
On Saturdays after her double teaming and after a triple shower which was always fun, her owners would take her out for breakfast and chat with her amicably. Marcie looked forward to these pleasant gatherings, which made her feel like a real person, not merely a sex-slave.
Marcie was generally given Saturday daytimes off. Hans usually watched some sporting event on television with his slave kneeling at his feet while Hilda mostly went out shopping or got her hair and nails done.
Saturday evenings, however, were another matter. Hilda and Hans would either be hosting a party, attending someone else’s party or going to a local BDSM club.
If they were going out, they’d dress up in their sleek black leather. Hans wore a skin tight shirt and pants with black boots; Hilda’s slim body was encased in a tight leather black blouse and matching miniskirt, with fishnet stockings and long black boots.
Marcie, on the other hand, was quite different. Hans preferred his slaves to be in lace. Thong panties were a requirement; marcie was never allowed to wear a bra. She was usually dressed in some kind of frilly, see-through top and a very short skirt, so her Master could have easy access at all times.
At a club Hans would lead his slave around the large room, that was filled with spanking horses and other various devices, by her leash while Hilda usually would find some submissive guy or gal to frolic with.
Spankings and whippings were commonplace occurrences at these events. Both genders could be dominant or submissive. There was usually somebody being stretched on a rack. They noticed one lucky guy who was suspended by his wrists and being spanked with a large wooden paddle by a female in back of him and who was also being whipped on his cock by another female in front of him. By the looks of his hard-on he was really enjoying it.
Hans would stop at any point, bend marcie over a spanking horse, raise her short skirt and spank her with the hard leather paddle he carried with him. Since the thong panties kept both of her cheeks visibly available, the long implement covered both of the slave’s rounded globes easily. There were even times when her Master would allow other dominants, male or female, to have a go at her.
Other times Hans would suspend her by her wrists, flog her bare back and front, place clothespins in strategic places on her body and insert a butt plug up her ass. Marcie really didn’t mind this attention because it was usually accompanied by some pleasurable act, like manipulating her clit. Her Master was an expert at knowing just how far he could take her without release. She was getting so that she craved the lashings for she knew he would always allow her some sweet pleasure, but it was only after she begged him wantonly that he allowed her to cum. Marcie grew to love these parties, for she liked the way Hans showed her off to his contemporaries and yes she was becoming quite an exhibitionist.
One Sunday morning after she played out her daily ritual, Hans sat on the bed and gazed at her in a manner she’d only seen once before; it was the day he told her she’d be lent out for a week. Like before, a pensive marcie wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the forthcoming pronouncement. But on the other hand, that week with Mistress Samantha didn’t turn out so bad.
Clearing his throat, the gentleman began. “Marcie, there’s something I want to tell you.” Recognizing the questionable expression in her eyes he headed her off. “No, I’m not going to lend you out again.” She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. “In fact,” he continued, “I never want to let you go, ever again.” A hint of a smile crossed her face. “During the week that you were gone, I missed you terribly.” Her smile increased. “I realized just how much...how much... I love you.” He waited a moment for that proclamation to sink in as her smile increased to a wide grin. “And...I want you to marry me.”
Stunned, marcie gaped back at him, suddenly lost for words. The look in her eyes went from stark confusion to utter elation. “Well, um...” she stuttered, then she blurted out, “This is awfully sudden Master!”
“You do want to remain my sex-slave, right?”
Her eyes focused on his. “Yes Master, I do!”
He took her hand and smiled softly. “This will be the next step in our relationship.”
Marcie did admit to herself how much she missed him during the week she was gone and she recalled happily the words of Mistress Samantha who said that Hans was a wonderful man. An offer like this didn’t come along every day.
Her smile widened as she sat up and threw her arms around him. “Yes, yes Master! I will marry you!”
Then grasping both of her shoulders he kissed her softly on the lips and she swooned in his arms. Gently he laid her back down on the bed and covered her soft body with his and they made passionate love for the first time. To them both this was more than just a fuck.
After their pleasurable coupling, Hans and marcie glowed in the aftermath for what seemed like hours. Then he looked into her eyes as he laid beside her. “Our wedding is going to be a special one.”
“How so Master?”
“It’s going to be a Dominant/slave Wedding.”
Marcie looked puzzled but he explained. “It’s a little like a normal wedding. There will be a person who conducts the ceremony, much like a priest or minister, but the words, dress code and actions will be vastly different. I’ll have a best man, you’ll have a mistress of honor, most likely Hilda.
“Dress code Master?”
“Yes marcie, everybody there will be dressed in their best black leather, except you of course, who will be naked.” He emphasized the word “naked.” The wide-eyed slave blanched a bit, but accepted it without protest, although she really didn’t have a choice.
Then her eyes narrowed. “How will the words and actions be different, Master?”
“The words will be carefully scripted and the actions will be the culmination of all your training. The ceremony will reinforce that,” he said with a reassuring tone. “All you have to do is simply follow the instructions of the ceremonial leader.”
“When will it be Master?”
He nodded. “I’ve checked the calendar and a good day is the second Saturday of next month.”
“Ah, that should give us plenty of time to prepare, but this all sounds so exciting Master!”
He smiled at her knowingly. “Now one thing, I’ve made an appointment for you to have some piercing done.”
She looked puzzled once again.
“Yes marcie, you are to have both nipples pierced as well as your labia. Hilda will take you there. These people do great work, real professionals,” Hans declared in a matter of fact fashion.
The blonde haired slave looked slightly perplexed at the thought. “But Master, why...?”
“Because that’s what I’ve decided!” Hans declared, cutting her off. “Besides, it will be necessary during the ceremony that you be pierced!”
Realizing she was dangerously close to punishment, marcie lowered her eyes, “Yes Master.”
“Marcie, it is vitally important in our relationship that you learn to trust my judgement and abide by my decisions!”
She kept her eyes down, “Yes Master.”
“Did I not tell you that you could handle a week with Mistress Samantha?”
“Yes Master.”
“And you came through that with flying colors!” She remained silent as he held her hand tenderly, “And you can do this too.”
A slight smile crept across her face and she looked up at him. “I will Master.”
“Now I have some business to attend to, I’ll see you later,” Hans said with a smile as he kissed her on the forehead, before rising and exiting the room.
***
Invitations were sent, and the necessary preliminaries were done. Hans contacted Mistress Anne, who was a member of an SM group he attended. He knew she performed Master/slave weddings and she agreed to preside. Hilda happily assented to be marcie’s Mistress Of Honor. Hans chose Master Michael to be his Best Man.
Marcie’s piercing went splendidly. Hilda said that the folks at Black’s Tattoo Parlor did a really professional job as always. Of course Hans inspected their handiwork approvingly.
***
On the day of the wedding, Hans did not enter marcie’s room that morning for her usual ritual. In fact, he would not have any contact with marcie until the ceremony which would begin at 2pm. This made her a bit down. But then, the thought of being Hans’ sex-slave for the rest of her life brought her back up again.
Hilda, however, did enter her room. After sucking the short haired second cousin to a shrieking orgasm, marcie was led to the shower. Lathered and rinsed, the buxom long haired blonde was commanded to lean back against the wall and spread her legs. Hilda proceeded very carefully to shave all the hair off marcie’s pussy. Hans wanted her completely bald down there, Hilda explained.
Meanwhile, Hans was in his dungeon, making sure everything was in perfect order for the wedding. Enough chairs were added for the comfort of his dominant guests and all of his implements were hanging neatly on the wall. A rectangular waist- high wooden table, five feet by three feet, would serve as the altar.
At one-thirty guests began arriving. Regular attendees at the SM parties had come, masters and mistresses, some with their own slaves in tow. Mistress Samantha had also arrived, leading slave derek by a leash around his neck. He was adorned in nothing but a black leather jock strap. Hand shakes and hugs went all around as the gathering lingered in the living room, munching on fingerfood that Master Hans had delivered from a local deli.
At ten minutes to the hour the guests made their way downstairs toward the dungeon and they were led to their seats by one of Hans’ best friends, who acted as usher. The slaves who were present were required to kneel beside their master or mistress.
The first person to come down the aisle was the presiding official, Mistress Anne, who was dressed in her best black leather, tight blouse and skirt with thigh high boots. Her flowing red hair contrasted perfectly with her ebony attire as she took her place behind the altar, facing the congregation.
Next were Master Michael and Mistress Hilda. The tall gentleman stood to the left and the blonde-haired lady on the right.
The excitement grew as Master Hans arrived and stood next to his best man.
Then all eyes turned and watched as a naked marcie was led down the aisle by the usher, who was holding a thin piece of rope that had been threaded through each of the bride’s nipple rings, that had been implanted a week after her piercing. Her hands were cuffed behind her back.
Once marcie had reached her designated spot in front of the altar, she knelt. Her nude body contrasted strikingly with the black everybody else was wearing.
Mistress Anne then picked up a red book and began reading. “We are gathered here today to celebrate this woman’s desire to be this man’s sex-slave forever.”
The quiet gathering smiled in unison.
The leathered lady then looked directly down at marcie. “Do you come before this congregation of your own free will?”
“Yes Ma’am...I do,” Marcie replied respectfully.
The noble lady nodded. “Then you will rise, approach the table, bend over from the waist and present your backside to the congregation!”
“Yes Ma’am.”
After watching the naked blonde obey the command, the presiding mistress nodded toward the best man, who approached the altar and accepted a shiny, oaken paddle that the lady removed from her belt.
“As part of the ceremony,” the Mistress of Ceremony continued, “the best man will now spank the bride’s bottom until it is satisfactorily reddened.” She looked at the tall, handsome man. “Begin.”
Stepping toward the pure white bottom of the bride (She had not been spanked for a week), Michael gripped the wooden handle firmly and touched the smooth surface to her skin. Marcie felt excitement build as he held her bound wrists up with his left hand and raised his right one. The loud smack reverberated around the walls of the halogen lit room. The amount of training that she had received in the past months, resulted in her developing a high tolerance level. As strong as that first blow was, it barely registered a sound from her. Michael then brought the solid piece of wood down steadily, up, down, left, right and in the middle of marcie’s posterior. By the tenth smack she was sighing, by the twentieth she was squirming, by the thirtieth she was moaning, by the fortieth she emitting little yelps and by the fiftieth her bottom cheeks had turned a lovely shade of crimson.
The best man then bowed his head toward the ceremonial leader and handed her the paddle. He stepped back and the presiding lady told marcie that she could stand.
The lady then nodded to the usher who went to the side of the room and pushed a button. This allowed two chains to be lowered from the ceiling so that they stopped in front of the altar. Mistress Anne told marcie to face the congregation and stand under the chains. When she did, the usher attached both of her wrists to leather cuffs that were in turn hooked onto each of the chains, causing the bride’s arms to be pulled straight up. The usher also attached a spreader bar, forcing marcie’s legs wide.
The ceremonial leader then announced to the guests. “The next part of the ritual will have the bride flogged by her Mistress of Honor.” Hilda stepped forward and accepted the ominous looking whip, that had thirteen black tails. She began high on the bride’s back with a crisp thwap and methodically worked downward. Marcie gritted her teeth and arched her back after each slice. Once again, however, marcie’s training paid dividends, as she took it without so much as a whimper. Then to her reddened buttocks, which produced a more animated response due to the precursory paddling. The backs of her thighs were always her downfall and Hilda knew it vividly. The shrieks that followed were like organ music to the congregation.
Then the tall, sinewy Hilda walked around to marcie’s luscious front. The blonde’s breasts stuck out proudly and her pussy lips glistened. A murmur meandered through the congregation when the tails landed right between her hanging globes. She threw her head back when she felt the sting on her left breast, then a matching smart on her right one. Then right down the front of her alabaster body the lashes lashed her, but she endured it well. She let out a yelp when the tails cracked the insides of her thighs. At no time, however, did Hilda let the lashes touch marcie’s pussy.
Once Mistress Hilda had finished, she handed the whip to the presiding official and stepped back to her position. Marcie was freed from her bondage and once again knelt beside her regal Master.
The Mistress of Ceremony then looked down at marcie once again. She then asked in a clear voice. “Do you, slave Marcie, take this man, Master Hans’ as your Supreme Master to love, honor and obey for the rest of your days?”
The room was silent as marcie’s brown eyelashes fluttered. She answered clearly and succinctly, “I do, Ma’am.”
The presiding official then nodded to the usher who rose from his seat, approached the kneeling form of marcie and grasped the thin rope between her breasts so that she was forced to rise. The tall, dark haired man then led her to the altar where she faced the congregation. He then directed her to lie on the table with her legs splayed far apart, which presented her shaved, naked pussy to the onlookers. The Mistress of Ceremony then placed marcie’s wrists into the leather cuffs that were attached to her side of the table.
At that point the Best Man handed Master Hans the ring. The noble gentleman then approached his bride’s laid back, open form. He knelt between her splayed thighs and uttered, “With this ring I make you my sex-slave forever.”Carefully, he inserted one end of the gold ring into the hole in Marcie’s labia. Snapping the shiny band closed, he attached a long thin chain to it and tugged. The presiding official then freed her wrists and marcie was forced to rise so she stood next to the dashing Hans with her Master literally controlling her by her pussy lips.
Mistress Anne then spoke clearly and officially. “With the power vested in me, I pronounce you Master and slave!”
She then smiled at the proud, blonde haired man, who in turn gazed at marcie. He smiled into her joyous eyes, held her tight and kissed her fully on the lips.
Marcie’s cheeks glowed as Master Hans took hold of both the cord and the long chain and led his bride/slave by her nipples and pussy back down the aisle while the leathered congregation stood and cheered.
***
At the reception, there were plenty of tables and chairs for each of the guests as the leathered group assembled in the large room.
A succulent meal was served by the slaves who were used as waiters and waitresses.
Once the tables were cleared of dishes and silverware, Master Hans rose with his slave and led her to the first table to his right, where one of his male friends from one of the clubs was seated. At her Master’s direction marcie knelt in front of him and unzipped the front of the man’s leather pants.
All eyes were on her as her face neared his crotch. She licked the crown and down the shaft. The red haired fair skinned man sighed deeply from this heavenly bliss. Soon marcie’s head was bobbing up and down as he let out a sound of animal lust while she swallowed every drop.
Then Hans led marcie who was still on her knees to the next table, where Mistress Monica was seated with her slave robin kneeling beside her. The dark haired mistress smiled when marcie began unzipping the crotch that was right in front of her. Eagerly, marcie pulled the material of the black panties aside and licked around the pussy lips. The seated lady tossed her head back and accepted the pleasure that this sex-slave was administering. Marcie then proceeded, as she was led from table to table by her nipples and cunt, to suck the cocks and pussies of every master or mistress. It was especially satisfying for her to go down on Mistress Samantha, who gave marcie a loving hug and kiss.
Then it was back to the head table for the Master and slave. Once they were both seated, the best man rose to propose a toast to the couple. Master Michael spoke eloquently: “My fellow Masters and Mistresses, we have just witnessed the willing surrender of slave marcie to Master Hans in permanent bondage. It is a union that most of the ‘vanilla world’ does not understand, but one that is cherished and respected by those of us in this room who are fortunate enough to witness such an occasion...”
With all eyes on the couple Master Michael raised his goblet and concluded, “May you experience all the satisfaction and pleasure that this life can bring...Fun and games be forever yours.”
All the guests applauded once they placed their goblets down. Master Hans then arose, thanked everyone for coming and offered the dungeon for their ongoing entertainment. At that point the tall, blonde haired gentleman began leading his bride/slave towards the exit leaving Hilda in charge since he and Marcie had a plane to catch
“Where are you going?” Mistress Samantha inquired with a wide smile.
Marcie turned to Master Hans and after receiving his nod of approval replied happily, “We’ll send you all a post card!”
