Best sex slave ever 7

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 marcy, 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!”