Master's Wedding

Master’s Wedding

i am sure few brides, at least in this country, have had as little to do with the planning of their wedding as i.

Master planned the entire event; the date, the time, the location, the guests, the food, the music and, of course, the bride’s apparel. Not only did i have little input, but i had little prior knowledge of the event. For sometime i have known the date, but almost nothing else. i had not been told where W/we would be married, who would be there, or what i would wear.

The reactions of people, to whom i have told this, have varied dramatically. slave's best friend, Stephanie, said that wouldn’t work for her at all. She knows exactly what she wants her wedding to be like, and has ever since high school. On the other hand, Tammy, Master’s confidential secretary, said she was such a wreck planning her wedding, that she hardly enjoyed it, and might have welcomed someone else making all the arrangements. At least according to Tammy, i guess, slavery has, again, liberated me.

The morning of the Friday before O/our Saturday wedding, Master instructed me to pack His clothes which He had put out for the weekend. i packed nothing for slave, but i rarely do. Master packs for His slave; not infrequently, in a bag smaller than an attaché case.

At around two in the afternoon a limousine driver rang the gate bell and Master pressed the button to open the gate. The limo pulled into the driveway and just sat. i started to get kind of uncomfortable, but Master said calmly, “Relax, o, W/we have the limo for the weekend, James is driving, he’ll wait until W/we’re ready.” James was the driver that Master requests on the occasions that He wants the services of a limo.

Yes, the chauffeur’s name really is James. i love when i get to say "Home James."

After what seemed hours, but was actually about fifteen minutes, Master instructed me to take slave’s position on the front porch.  i stepped through the front door and stood on the porch, naked, feet spread, hands clasped behind slave’s neck. i heard Master lock the door behind me. Even though James has seen me like this every time he picks U/us up, it is still quite difficult to stand so obviously on display before this relative stranger.

The garage door opened and James released the limo’s trunk lid and went toward the garage to meet Master. James opened the limo door as he took the bag to the trunk. Master said simply “odalisque” and i walked to the car and got in, Master got in, and James closed the door. When James settled into his seat he lowered the smoked-glass window between him and U/us. Turning to look over his shoulder, he said, “It’s always a pleasure to drive for you two. I understand this is a rather special occasion. Congratulations. I am honored to be driving you to your wedding. There are the usual cheese and crackers and your sparkling wine. I'll be happy to open it if you wish.” Master thanked him, assured him W/we could open O/our own wine, and so W/we were on O/our way.

James put the smoked-glass window back up. Over the years, i suppose James has seen me naked getting to and from his car, and in his back seat, a dozen or more times, but he never seemed to notice, even the first time. He has always treated me just as, i would assume, he does any other passenger. i have always had a fondness for James for that.

The ride lasted a little over an hour, most of which i spent sucking Master’s wonderful cock. i was enjoying the feel of Master’s cock slipping in and out of slave’s mouth so much that i didn’t realize W/we had stopped until i heard James’ voice, “We’re here Mr. L. Would you like me to check in for you?”

Master stroked slave’s hair as i continued to suck His delicious cock. “That would be fine, James. It should all be taken care of to this point. If you would just get the key, I would appreciate it. Oh, and here is a charge card in case they want to swipe it for incidentals.”

i heard James open and close his door. A few minutes later i heard him open his door and say that everything was okay. W/we were booked into the cottage.

The spa resort, where W/we were to be married, has a building with thirty rooms and one separate cottage, as well as a pool, spa, massage rooms, a five-star restaurant, a banquet hall and lush gardens. Master had reserved the cottage for U/us for Friday night and the entire spa from noon Saturday to three Sunday afternoon.

Sixty of Master’s guests were staying at the resort over Saturday night. Master had made it clear that any others who didn’t feel able to make it home Saturday night were welcome to avail themselves of James' services. He would take them to a motel where they could stay at Master’s expense, and James would pick them up Sunday morning and bring them back to the resort, and their cars.

James went to the trunk of the limo and got O/our bags. Master instructed me to replace His wonderful cock in His pants, and He opened the limo door. As i slid out of the car, behind Master, i saw a marvelous Victorian house with gardens that would have made John Muir proud.

James said, “The cottage is this way.” as he turned to lead us down the path. i was so excited by where W/we were, and why W/we were here, that the fact that i was naked almost slipped slave’s mind.

W/we waited as James unlocked the front door next to the patio and French doors. A young couple strolled by, both wearing terrycloth robes with the logo of the spa embroidered on them. The woman saw the naked slave and giggled, and the man said, “I guess she couldn’t find her robe.”

The cottage is very charming with a lovely brick patio and French doors between the sitting room and the patio. There is also a bedroom with a canopied bed with a hugely thick mattress. The cottage is next to the spa building and across a lawn and garden from the building with the other thirty rooms.

Master thanked James for his help, gave him the address of the motel at which he would be staying. He apologized for James not staying at the spa, but said since he might well be going back and forth; Master didn’t think it would be an inconvenience. Also, Master had arranged for James to have full use of the spa facilities.

The cottage faces the beautiful gardens and lawn where, tomorrow, Master and i will be married. Sitting on the patio, i looked across the lawn at the garden and imagined slave walking out the cottage French doors and down the “aisle” between the lawn chairs set up for the occasion. i could feel slave getting excited, nervous, anxious, i guess all of the emotions of most brides-to-be.

Friday evening brought a couple of surprises.

Master had room service bring dinner which was absolutely wonderful from the wine to the tiramisu. The waiter seemed unperturbed by slave’s nakedness.

With the sun setting, W/we went out onto the patio and talked a little about tomorrow. i had almost no idea what to expect of the day.

Suddenly, Stephanie, slave’s maid of honor, walked up the path to where W/we were sitting. i jumped up and ran to meet her, completely forgetting that i was naked, the spa was still open to the public, and the restaurant was still serving. “Hi, o, is this a private party, or may I join you?”

i took her hand and lead her back to the patio and Master, “Master, may Mistress Stephanie join us?”

"Of course." Master said, and pulled a chair out for her to sit.

“Are you driving all the way back home tonight and then coming back again tomorrow, Mistress Stephanie?”

“No, o, Steven was kind enough to offer me a room for tonight and tomorrow night. Scott dropped me off this afternoon and he will be back tomorrow for the wedding.”

“I thought you might like to have someone you could “girl talk” with tonight, o.” Master excused himself and went into the cottage and ordered a bottle of sparkling wine and some more glasses. Within minutes a waiter was at the cottage with a tray of cheese and crackers and the wine. He was not the one who brought the dinner and he seemed a little disconcerted by slave’s naked body. He asked if W/we wanted him to take the dinner dishes away. Master said yes, and the waiter gathered them up without taking his eyes off of me.

i noticed that Steph's face flushed when the waiter came to the patio, i assumed that she was embarrassed for me; not that i am not embarrassed enough, but i try not to show slave’s embarrassment too overtly.

While W/we were sipping and nibbling, Stephanie’s cell phone rang; just one ring. She looked at Master with a funny smile that i could not interpret. “o, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Of course, Mistress, what?”

“Well, I would like you to replace me as your maid of honor, I thi…

“What? Why in the world would you want that? Are you embarrassed by me, Mistress Stephanie, is that why you…”

“Don’t be silly, o, of course not. I just thought you might rather have someone else.”

“Who in the world would i rather have than you?”

i was so shocked by Steph’s request, and so focused on her, that i did not even hear Sarah walk up. “I was kind of hoping, maybe, with me.”

i turned and saw slave’s sister standing next to Master with a huge smile on her face. “Sarah! i thought you couldn’t get away from school, and couldn’t afford to come back to the States.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda lied about not being able to get away from school, and Steven took care of the ‘couldn’t afford’ part.”

i hugged Sarah so tight i thought i might break her, and then i hugged Master, “Oh, thank you, Master, what a wonderful wedding present. But… i don’t want to replace Mistress Stephanie, that…”

“o, don’t even think about it. I am just so pleased to be a part of your wedding, and to see you so happy, I am more than happy to be your bride’s maid. Besides in a wedding party this small we are all pretty special.”

It was a warm evening but i had goose bumps all over slave’s body. It was so great to have such a wonderful friend, a loving sister, and a Master, soon to be husband, who loves me. i felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

W/we sat, talked, laughed and sipped O/our wine as the evening slipped into night.

i was, almost subconsciously, watching two figures walk toward U/us on the path and i felt suddenly naked, with a compulsion to cover myself that i hadn’t felt so strongly for ages. All of a sudden i realized why. The figures walking toward U/us were slave’s mother and stepfather. i looked at Sarah, “Geeze, Sarah, that’s Mum!”

i wasn’t sure what reaction was expected of me, so when Master stood up, i just stood next to Him and anxiously waited; very anxiously waited. Slave’s mother walked up to me and without even seeming to notice that i was naked, she hugged me.

“Hello odalisque. Congratulations, you are marrying a very special man.”

“Yes, Mist…,” i didn’t feel like i could address slave’s mother as Mistress Mum. “i know He is very special, but how do you know?”

“Oh, we have been chatting, off and on, by phone for quite a little while, and he was kind enough to bring us out here, and put us up here in the suite with your sister.”

Sarah leaned to put her mouth next to slave’s ear and whispered, “See the sacrifice I’m willing to make for you.”

Master leaned toward slave’s other ear and whispered “you need not address your mother as Mistress.”

At Master’s invitation, Mum and Max sat down and Master poured them some wine. “Master do you have any more surprises for Your slave?” i felt more than a little uncomfortable calling Master “Master” in front of Mum. Not to mention referring to me as His slave.

“I wouldn’t be a bit surprised, o, but I think this will be enough for tonight, don’t you agree?”

“Oh, yes, i do, but it has been a wonderful evening. Are you sure you are okay with this Mum? And Max, Sir?”

I guess i should explain that Max is slave's stepfather, but i really barely know him, as he and Mum met, and married, while i was at college. Standing in front of him, naked, was very much like standing in front of a perfect stranger. His reaction was also quite like a stranger; He stared, very thoroughly, at everything i was displaying.

Sarah said “They know all about your new life, o. Steven and I spent quite some time explaining it to them. Steven explained the facts of it, and I explained how incredibly happy you are. It didn’t come easily but…”

Mum cut Sarah short, “But I can see, even in this light, the glow of happiness all over your face, and, um, other parts. And, as I said, I think your Steven is a very special man; Perhaps a little bit of a pervert, but marvelous, none the less.” Fortunately, everyone, including Master, laughed.

“Mum, He is not slave’s Steven; i am His.”

“I know, I know. Whatever the semantics, you make a beautiful couple and if it makes you happy to spend half your days wandering around the house nude, so be it.” i didn’t think it was worth correcting her by pointing out that i am naked all the day, most days, in the house or out. i would take Master and Sarah’s word that they had thoroughly explained the situation. i couldn’t believe that i was sitting naked on a patio at a spa chatting with slave’s mother and stepfather.

As the hour approached midnight Mum, Max, and Sarah excused themselves and went to their suite. Stephanie also excused herself, saying she would be back between 11 and 11:30 tomorrow morning to help with slave’s hair and makeup.

i asked Master if i might suck His wonderful cock. He said yes, so i put a cushion from one of the patio chairs down on the patio and knelt between His legs and had a marvelous time for an hour, or so, and then W/we went into the cottage.

Saturday morning W/we slept until about 8. W/we showered and had breakfast on the cottage patio. Master, realizing that Stephanie would be alone in the morning, invited her to join U/us for breakfast.

Some people walked by carrying their bags to the office to check out. Each time, Stephanie, sweet Stephanie, tried to lean a little to or fro to try to block their view of me. But, if they saw me, none of them seemed horrified by the naked slave. Perhaps the "spa atmosphere" accounted for that. One was rather used to seeing a little more of people’s bodies in the spa and massage rooms, etc.

A little after 11, Stephanie excused herself to get her makeup bag. Master kissed me and said He would meet me at the dais. Stephanie came back to the cottage and spent some time getting slave’s hair just right. Master wanted it up off slave’s neck and shoulders. i guess either the wedding dress has a high neck, or He wants to emphasize slave’s collar. She did a wonderful job of weaving slave's hair around the tiara with the lace train. The train must have been 8 or 10 feet long because it reached the ground and trailed another few feet behind.

The makeup was pretty simple by a bride’s standards; Just lipstick, a very light blush on slave’s cheeks and the bright red rogue on slave’s nipples and aureole.

At about 12:30 Stephanie excused herself, saying that Master had told her to get slave's wedding attire from James, at the limo, at this time.

i must have been getting nervous because i was beginning to worry. It seemed as if Steph was gone for a very long time. What could she and James be doing that would take so long. However, when i checked the clock, she had only been gone minutes. Finally, Stephanie came into the cottage carrying a large white box with a gold ribbon around it and a large gold bow on top. She also had a shoe box. “James said Steven says that your wedding attire is in here.”

i reached for the box and took it to the couch, sat down and untied the gold bow. i removed the top of the box exposing the golden tissue paper. i could feel slave’s hands trembling as i unfolded the tissue and found a white patent-leather collar with a golden D-ring, two wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs, each white patent leather with a golden D-ring; Nothing more.

“Oh… my… gawd… o, that can’t… that can’t be all!” Steph’s voice sounded as desperate as i felt. slave's stomach was one giant knot. i could hear slave's heart pounding and i could feel slave's pulse in slave's head. slave’s vision was blurred by the welling tears.

“How long have you known Master, Mistress Stephanie? Of course, this can be all. Did James give you the tool to remove slave’s collar and cuffs?”

“What? Oh, wow, yeah, I forgot, it’s right here.”

“Would you unscrew the nuts of the collar for me please, Mistress Stephanie?”

While she moved around me to get to the back of the collar, i opened the shoe box and removed the white patent leather mules with what must be two inch soles and six inch heels.

When Steph had finished, and removed slave’s collar, i asked her to use the tool to remove the wrist and ankle cuffs. i could do that part but, somehow, it didn't seem right for me to take off slave's symbols of slavery. “Wow, o, look how white your skin is under the cuffs!”

The new cuffs fasten the same way the old ones do, so i asked Steph to use the tool to fasten them around slave’s wrists and ankles. Stephanie used the tool to secure the collar around slave’s neck, and the cuffs around wrists and ankles. i slipped slave’s feet into the mules and stood. i walked, clumsily, to stand in front of the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

i barely made it without falling because slave’s legs felt like mush. i could just barely make them move. i couldn’t help but think, if i was this unsteady here, inside the cottage, in front of only Stephanie, how was i ever going to be able to walk down that aisle, outside, in front of more than a hundred people.

“Wow, o, you look fantastic. Those white cuffs look like they are neon against your tanned skin.” Steph was right. The patent leather shined like it was lit from within. i must confess, i could see that the effect was quite stunning. Unfortunately, the stunning effect was mostly slave's exposed, naked body. "Oh, I almost forgot, Steven gave me these." Steph reached in her purse and pulled out two Ben-wa balls.

i could feel more tears starting to well up in slave’s eyes, “Oh, Mistress Stephanie, i was sure that slave’s wedding dress would be revealing and sheer, but i was equally sure that i would have a wedding dress. How am i going to do this?”

“I don’t know, o, but you are going to be doing it pretty soon. If you will excuse me, I better change into my dress." With that she handed me the Ben balls and went into the bedroom to change into her merlot-colored mini dress. i took advantage of the time to insert the balls into slave's sex.

Steph came out of the bedroom looking gorgeous. She has long legs and the mini left about 95% of them exposed.

While Steph and i were doing all of that, the spa people were setting up the chairs on the lawn in front of the French doors, creating an aisle leading to the dais they had set up. Master had closed the blinds on the French doors so we could not see the guests; nor could they see us.

There was a knock on the front door and i went to open it. It was Sarah in a matching merlot-colored mini dress, holding slave's wedding bouquet. She also looked very beautiful.

"Wow, o, it's almost two-thirty, you better get dressed."

"Oh, Mistress Sarah, i am dressed. This is what Master has chosen for me to wear." i could hear slave's voice crack with emotion.

"Oh... my... god... that is soooooo fantastic. I can't believe it. That is just too, too much. I mean way off the hook. I think every chair is filled already, at least I didn't notice any empty seats behind the front row. There must be a hundred people out there. Are you going to be able to do this, o?"

"Oh, geeze, i hope so Mistress Sarah."

A little later, there was another knock on the door. Sarah went to open it and found slave's stepfather standing holding a golden leash with a white patent leather loop at one end. He stepped into the room. "You'd better get dressed, o. It's almost 2:30."

"Why does everyone keep saying that? i am dressed, this is it, this is all there is, okay!?" i almost yelled it at him. "Oh, i'm so sorry Max, Sir, you, of all people, couldn't know. This is what i am going to wear to be married."

"Oh, dear J.C. Well, okay, it’s your wedding. I know you don't really think of me as a father, but Steven asked if I would give you away. He said to attach the leash to your collar and lead you down the aisle. Is that okay with you, sweetie?" i hate it when he calls me sweetie, but i've never told him so...

"Max, Sir, if that is what Master wants, of course it is okay with me." He attached the leash and we waited, silently, for the band to play the Wedding March. i wasn’t sure i would be able to hear it over slave’s heart pounding in slave’s ears.

Steph opened the French doors and, as she did, we heard the band begin.

"Good luck o." Stephanie turned and walked through the doors and down the aisle.

"Good luck, Sis." Sarah leaned over and kissed slave's cheek, handed me the bouquet, turned, stepped through the French doors and followed Steph.

"Are you ready, Sweetie?"

"As i'm ever going to be, Max, Sir."

The band began playing Here Comes the Bride.”

"Are you sure you want to do this? It seems more than a little crazy to me.  I could just tell Steven you changed your mind and we could be home by Sunday morning." i think i liked Max as much, right then, as i ever have.

"If you mean do i want to walk down that aisle naked, not really. If you mean do i want to marry Master; more than anything in the world! Let's go Max, Sir." That said, Max turned and began to lead me to the open French doors, and down the aisle. Just before we stepped into the doorway, i whispered to Max, “Please walk slowly, i can barely make slave’s legs move.”

When we turned at the edge of the doorway, i saw that everyone was standing, looking toward us. Then i saw the shock, and astonishment on faces as the fact that i was naked sunk in. i saw mouths, the ones that weren’t simply hanging open, forming words like “Oh my god” and “She’s nude.”

i have probably been naked among 100 people before, but never when all 100 plus people were focusing all of their attention solely on me. In other situations i was simply a part of the crowd. Today i was the absolute center of attention.

The reaction of the guests was as varied as the guests. The ones who really knew Master and His slave, smiled, nodded, a couple winked. The guests, whose partners didn't really know O/our relationship, were quite obviously stunned, shocked, appalled. i am sure that their partners tried to prepare them, but i doubt that even those who know U/us well would have expected the bride to walk down the aisle utterly naked, but for a collar, cuffs, and a tiara. i know i didn’t expect it.

The aisle was quite long, as there were only four chairs on each side and they left more than ample leg room between rows. i looked straight down the aisle, as much to avoid seeing the staring, shocked guests, as to find Master and Wes, His best man standing, waiting for His slave. It seemed to me to be a mile from where i was to where Master waited. i saw a smile and a look on Master’s face that i interpreted as pride.

A couple of times i could feel slave’s knees give out as i stepped, and i was just barely able to keep from falling. i felt as if i was knee deep in a river trying to walk against the current. The butterflies, i'm sure, most brides feel in their stomachs, were bald eagles in slave's stomach.

It was only a few steps before i could feel the Ben balls doing their thing. i'm not sure why i am so susceptible to those things, but i emphatically am. i felt like it was going to be a near thing if i got to Master before the balls got to me. i was starting to breath quickly and shallow. i could feel the moisture between slave's legs. After what seemed to be a walk of an hour or more, Max stepped in front of Master and handed Him the end of the chain attached to slave's collar. Max turned and went to sit next to slave's Mum, who, while obviously scandalized, was still conscious, which was more than i might have expected. i handed the bouquet to Sarah, and Master turned to face the guests and so did i. The Judge stepped forward and turned to face the guests.

The Judge, it was a civil ceremony, said a few words about the sanctity of marriage, etc. and then turned to face Master and His slave. W/we were standing facing the guests, but i really wasn’t seeing them.

The Judge asked me for slave’s vows. This was the one part of the ceremony of which i was allowed prior knowledge, and full participation. i was allowed to write slave's own vows, and i worked very hard hoping to please Master.

i turned to face Master and spoke, "Dear…d-dearest Master,” i had to stop. i couldn’t hear slave’s voice; i was sure no one else could. i cleared slave's throat and began again. “Dearest Master, i promise to obey, honor and love You for eternity. Before these friends, and witnesses, i pledge slave's complete, naked devotion and obedience, without reservation or discomfiture. i shall never clothe nor conceal slave's absolute submission to Your desires and gratification. i hereby dedicate every moment of slave's life as an exhibition of slave's commitment to Your pleasure. i can only offer You everything i have, which is the body you see before You, and the love i promise to display and demonstrate, daily. i beg You, Master, to allow Your slave to put on view to the world, from this moment forward, the totality of slave's dedication to Your happiness. i love You Master."

A couple of people started to applaud and then, apparently, decided against it. When i wrote the vows using the double entendres, i had no idea how extremely appropriate they were going to be; or maybe i did, subconsciously.

i was not required to get Master’s approval of slave’s vows, so i did not rehearse them for Him. The smile on Master's face was worth a thousand words. i knew that slave's vows were just what Master wanted to hear.

Master said simply, “Dearest o, I pledge to treat you as my most valued treasure for perpetuity. I love you, o.”

The Judge said “Please seal your vows with a kiss.” Master put His arms around me and i could feel the chain of the leash as it draped across slave’s breast and back. i kissed Master with all the passion i possess. i don’t know how long W/we were kissing, but finally the Judge cleared his throat and said “By the power vested in me, by the State of California, I pronounce you man and wife.”

Later, Sarah said that the Judge had actually cleared his throat twice prior to that, but i didn't hear, and either Master didn't hear, or didn't care.

i took the bouquet from Sarah and followed on Master's leash down the aisle as the singer sang "Love Changes Everything." Wow, isn't that the truth.

The balls started dancing inside me, but i was confident that i could make it to the cottage; And actually i didn’t care if i didn’t.

i looked at the guests as they got to their feet, i was now calm enough to actually recognize people. What i saw was what most brides see, i'm sure; Happy, friendly, loving looks from friends. i also saw what, i'm sure, very few brides see; looks of shock, disbelief, and maybe even revulsion, from those who were partners of Master's and slave's friends; People who did not, or perhaps could not, understand O/our relationship.

When Master guided me through the French doors, into the cottage, He turned and kissed me again. It felt absolutely wonderful kissing Master as His wife, even though, i was sure, it really would not change anything between U/us; Nor did i want it to.

When Master released His embrace, He closed the doors and reached inside me and removed the Ben-wa balls, replacing them with a vibrating egg. Since the egg was quiet now, i knew it would be remotely controlled by Master.

He escorted me outside where W/we met the photographer. "You warned me, but I have to confess, this may be the most unusual wedding photo package I have ever done." He said as he lead U/us toward the garden background he had chosen for the photos. “As beautiful as the bride is, this is one package I will not ask you to sign a release to allow me to display the photos at my studio.”

Sarah and Stephanie joined us, as did Wes and Mum and Max. While the photographer posed U/us in various groupings and positions, a crowd began to form. Master never released the leash but often had His other arm around slave's back with His hand cupping slave's breast. Some of the guests were taking their own photos as the photographer worked.

As i watched the crowd of onlookers grow, i became ever more keenly aware of slave's nakedness. Everyone else was so thoroughly, and well, dressed that it seemed to double slave's nakedness. i couldn't help but wonder if the wedding photos would show the wetness between slave's legs. Then i felt the egg come to life, but softly.

Finally the photographer wanted one of Master and slave kissing. W/we obliged him with Master holding me so tight that the rings in slave's nipples actually started to hurt, but i didn't care. When Master released me, the group of onlookers burst into applause and whistles. Oddly, with that additional attention, i could feel slave blushing profusely.

When the photographer was finished, Sarah and Steph invited the "audience" to join them in the reception hall.

Master and i stayed in the garden for awhile, mostly just holding each other. After a long silence Master whispered, "o, you are the most beautiful bride I can envision and I am the most fortunate man I can imagine." Then He kissed me and W/we went on to the reception hall. Steph was at the door waiting, watching. When she saw U/us coming, she signaled the band and they, again, played "Love Changes Everything", which the vocalist sang almost as well as Sarah Brightman. i guess that will be O/our song, and it certainly is as appropriate as any i can think of.

As Master lead His slave to the head table, most of the guests rose and applauded and i, again, blushed. i think i would have blushed even if i was fully dressed, but the obvious attention redoubled slave's awareness that i was naked and leashed with a vibrating egg, quiet now, nestled inside slave's sex.

At the head table Master and slave sat in the middle with Sarah, Stephanie and Scott on slave's right; Wes and Alisa sat on Master's left.

Almost immediately, the wait staff began serving the salads. When almost everyone was served, Stephanie stood up and tapped her water glass with a spoon. One of the staff brought her a microphone.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. My name is Stephanie, and I have known the bride since we were in junior high together. I can tell you that what… that who you see before you today is the direct result of her love for Steven. In our senior year in high school, o, under her original name, of course, was voted 'Girl most likely to be a virgin on her wedding day.'" At that moment, slave's yearbook picture and comments were flashed onto the giant video screens at each side of the room. It was greeted by a deafening roar of laughter and cheers. i'm not quite sure if the laughter was at the quote or at the photo of slave looking every inch the little miss-goody-two-shoes. Most likely it was both.

Steph continued, "If someone had told me that o would be sitting here today as Steven's nude display slave, I would have been willing, no eager, to bet my life savings against it. I knew her as a loving, generous, humorous and loyal friend, but the most conservative, straight-laced prude imaginable. I used to think that she was so conservative because her parents were so liberal; so eager for her to find her self, by herself. That perhaps she was rebelling against them, as "hippies" rebelled against their conservative parents. “Well, Mrs. W,” Stephanie turned and looked at Mum at the table in front of O/ours, “she found Steven and now she has truly found herself. As I say, I have known o for over half her life and I have never known her to be so happy. I hope that you continue to grow happier and happier together, Steven and o, congratulations."

i stood up and stepped behind Sarah's chair to hug Stephanie. "Thank you, Mistress Stephanie, but did you have to throw in that embarrassing picture?"

Steph whispered, "You're standing here butt naked in front of more than 100 people and you're worried about an embarrassing high school yearbook picture!?" i had to admit that she had a point.

Wes stood up at Master’s side, and tapped his water glass. The microphone was passed to him. "Good afternoon, my name is Wes, and I am Steven's business partner. I have known o as long as Steven has. I must confess that when he hired her, I thought he was nuts. We have a rather laid back, easy going, friendly environment at our office, and I thought 'This little prig is never going to fit in.' As usual, Steven was way ahead of me. o fit in immediately, because she is a charming, loving, and caring person. She also has a wonderful sense of humor, in spite of outward appearances, at the time." Again a storm of laughter.

i turned to look at one of the big screens and saw a photo of Master and me at the first Christmas party after i started work at LC&Associates. i was wearing a mid-calf length skirt and a silk blouse buttoned tight around the neck. Slave's hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and i was wearing short, probably, one inch heeled pumps.

"Every man in the office, and at least one woman I know of, undressed her daily with our eyes and fantasies, but as usual, it was Steven who did the job properly." More laughter and more blushing by me.

"Steven was an absolute workaholic before he met o. He still works very hard, but more from home these days. Of course, if I had odalisque at home, I would work there as much as I could, as well." More laughter, whistles and applause, so I turned to see the big screen. It was a photo of Master at His desk with slave in the kneeling position next to Him. i have no recollection of that picture being taken.

i couldn't help noticing that Alisa, Wes' wife, was neither laughing nor applauding.

"Steven, you don't need me to tell you that you may be the luckiest man in the world. Many people have envied you your talent, skills and your incredible business acumen, and rightfully so. But if we were given the choice to have all that, or to have odalisque, there are damn few of us who would have to pause to consider that decision. Congratulations, and may you continue to grow together every day."

Wes passed the mic up the table and i went around the table as Master and Wes shook hands. i hugged Wes and thanked him. He whispered in slave's ear. "I have never really envied Steven anything until you, o!"

When the entrees had been served Sarah stood and tapped her glass. The mic was passed to her. "Good afternoon. I am the bride's sister. A few years ago she wrote me about this fantastic man she had met, and how he was changing her life." The big screen showed a photo of Sarah and me at a beach; Sarah in a bikini and me in a one-piece, conservative swim suit. "It wasn't until I visited Steven and o, last year, that I realized just how much he had changed her life." Cheers and whistles as the big screen showed Master walking me, on His leash, through a restaurant filled with diners. i remember that night so well. This was one of the photos Master let Sarah take for her frame. i wasn't sure if it was the memory or the vibrating egg, now in motion, but i was getting quite hot and wet.

"Steven, I have always thought of my sister as being happy, but since she has given herself to you, I have seen a joy and happiness in her that I would never have dreamed possible. She was always a loving and caring person, but she loves and cares for you beyond comprehension. Thank you, Steven, for making my big sister the happiest person I know. I love you Sis."

i stood up and hugged Sarah and she whispered in slave's ear, "Congratulations, Sis, you are a very, very lucky woman."

As the desert was served, Bob stood up at the first table and tapped a spoon against his glass. “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Bob. I have known Steven for about ten years and odalisque for about as many months. As we can all plainly see, odalisque is a gorgeous woman, but what is not visible today” (“not much”, someone shouted, to great laughter) is that she is also a beautiful person, inside. I am not sure that there is a man in this world who deserves odalisque, but if there is, it is Steven. I wish the two of you all the happiness you each, and both, deserve.”

Sarah reached behind me and pulled a thread that apparently held the bottom of the tiara’s train to the top. The lace now hung just to slave’s shoulders. The band began with just a sort of background music and then the singer, over the p.a. system, said "Ladies and gentleman, I am honored to present Steven and odalisque, husband and wife." Master took slave's hand with His hand that held the patent leather strap of the leash and lead me to the dance floor. The band again played "Love Changes Everything". It felt wonderful to be dancing with slave's husband. i felt as if slave's body dissolved into Master's. After not nearly enough time in Master's arms, He stepped back, handed me His end of the leash and instructed me to pick a new dance partner.

i walked to the table in front of the head table and handed the leash to slave’s stepfather. “Thank you, o, I’m honored.” He took slave’s hand in his and then struggled with where to rest his right hand. While we danced i told him how much i appreciated his support today. “I think you’re certifiably crazy, o, but if it makes you happy, and it certainly seems to, then how can I not support you.”

Eventually, i felt we should separate. i went, again. to the head table and handed the end of the leash to Scott, Stephanie's boyfriend. "Oh, my god, o, I can't believe you chose me. I was just hoping I would get to dance with you some time today, but..."

"Shhhhhh, just dance, Scott, Sir." i could feel the tension in his body as he tried to be cool holding a naked slave in his arms. It reminded me what total control Master has over me. There is never a hint of hesitation in His touch or embrace. i could always feel that i was His, and W/we both knew it. Scott, in spite of knowing me well, and, i think, being quite comfortable around me, held me as if i was a piece of fine, delicate china; someone else's china, that might break at any moment.

After a time i suggested to Scott that i should probably choose another, and i handed the end of the leash to Wes as slave's next partner.

Even Wes, who definitely does not lack confidence, held me as if he had never held a woman before. i put slave's hand on the back of his neck and lightly caressed it. "o, please don't do that. I am having enough trouble controlling myself, and I'm sure Alisa is watching very carefully." i let slave's hand drop to Wes’ shoulder, and as if Master heard Wes, the egg in slave's sex came to life.

"Wes, Sir, what are you trying to control?"

"I am trying to keep from throwing you on the floor and making mad passionate love to you."

i laughed out loud because Wes was such an absolute gentleman and doing something like that would be unthinkable for him. Well, i guess, obviously, not unthinkable, but definitely undoable. "Wes, Sir, you wouldn't do that to a little prig like me, would you?"

"Yes, you have every right to make fun of me, o. I don't know how Steven saw this in you originally, but I sure wish I had seen it first."

"i don't know how He saw it either Wes, Sir. Even i didn't know it was in me." As i spoke i could feel slave's pulse rise, heart beat thunder and breathes coming short and fast. i am sure the egg was on high, or close to it. "Wes, Sir, may i ask a favor of you?"

"Anything, o, but are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you, but could you lead us toward Master, and, if i promise to dance with you again later, would you please turn me over to Master?" The look in Wes' eyes suggested he didn't quite understand, but he did it.

When we were next to Master, who was dancing with Shelby, i whispered, "Master, may Your slave please dance with You?"

Master excused himself and turned Shelby over to Wes and took me in His arms. "Master, may Your slave please cum?"

The egg fell silent in slave’s sex and Master said, “No, o, you may not.” It was all i could do to continue to dance as the summit of arousal passed over me. i looked around the room at the various guests trying desperately to take slave’s mind off of the orgasm i so urgently wanted, needed. Gradually i felt slave pulling back from the brink. i realized that i had been holding Master like a vice and i loosened slave’s grip. As i did, Master turned the egg back on, but just at a mummer.

As i regained slave’s senses, i heard the singer announce, "Everyone, please dance."

i had barely recovered a normal breathing pattern when Master said, "Shall W/we go and thank the guests for sharing this day with U/us?" It wasn't really a question, of course, or i would have answered, "Oh, Master, i don't think i am remotely up for that, yet!!" Instead i said, "Yes, Master."

Master took slave's hand and helped me to walk as He lead me to the first table. If W/we had to start somewhere this was a good place. Each table was arranged with four guests and five chairs. The four guests at this table were Consuella, Master's housekeeper, Crysti, whom i met during slave's graduation, and who has become a good friend, and Bob and Susan. Bob was a long-time friend of Master’s and Susan is Bob’s significant other.

"Thank you so much for joining U/us today. I hope you are enjoying yourselves and that you will make use of the spa facilities." That said, Master took the napkin from the table, put it on the fifth chair and indicated that i should sit; i did.

The four all suggested that they had already taken advantage of some service or other, and looked forward to more. i was rather surprised to see Crysti without Jason, her new significant other, and potential Master. "Mistress Crysti, where is Jason, i was hoping to finally meet him."

"Yeah, I was hopin' you'd meet him, too, but he is on call, and just couldn't get out of it. Believe me, he tried everything. Actually, I am a little relieved that he couldn’t be here.”

“But, why Mistress Crysti?”

"Well you know we are trying to work toward a relationship kind of, a little, like you and Steven. But I wouldn’t want him to get too excited seeing you today, o, cuz I'm not ready for anything as rad as this. In fact, I doubt that I would ever be up to something like this. But you sure do look awesome. That white collar and those cuffs just scream off of your tan body. With, or without Jason, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. I didn't know quite what to expect, but I knew it would be worth the trip, and my, oh, my, it was definitely worth the trip. You exceeded my wildest expectations. You are absolutely incredible. Did Steven write your vows for you?"

"No, that is the one part of the day over which i had control. Master did everything else, but He told me to write slave's own vows. Did you like them?"

"Oh, man, are you kiddin', they were fantastic. I guess I don't have to ask who picked out your wedding gown!" Everyone at the table laughed. "Oh, yes, o, those vows were incredible; just perfect. So I guess you knew you were going to be nude for the ceremony, huh?"

"No, thank goodness, Mistress, i didn't know. i probably wouldn't have been able to sleep from the minute i found out. Even when i did find out, just before the ceremony, i wasn't positive. Often Master makes me think i'm going to be naked and then, at the last minute, He switches to something very revealing, but not quite totally naked. i wrote the vows assuming i would be thoroughly exposed, but, for some reason, it never occurred to me that i would be utterly naked.” i turned to Cosuella next to me, “Thank you for coming Consuella."

"It was an honor to be invited Miss o. I am sorry that my husband did not come, but I am afraid he does not approve. If he got to know you, as I have, I'm sure he would love you as I do."

"That is so sweet, Consuella, thank you. i am sorry to hear that Carlos does not approve of me, but i am all the more pleased that you came under the circumstances. And thank you for the toast, Bob, that was very sweet."

"Yeah, precious." Susan didn't smile when she said it.

Master excused U/us and we moved to the next table. Here, He sat in the fifth chair, so i stood next to Him, on His right. This meant when He put His arm around me, His hand rested somewhere between slave's hip bone and pubic mound. If that wasn't awkward enough, and it was, the guests at this table consisted of one of Master's ex-partners, Bob, with Tamara, the ex-wife of another ex-partner, who are now a couple, and Shelby, who i think just might have accepted slave's position, a number of years ago, had Master offered it to her, and her significant other Chris.

"Thank you so much for coming. Is everything alright with your rooms?" Master asked as He stroked slave’s skin between hip and sex.

Shelby answered Master quickly, "As usual, you've created quite an event, Steven. The ceremony was exquisite, our room is wonderful, and so is the show. odalisque, you are an absolutely stunning bride, even without the bridal gown, or maybe, because you are without one. I was very impressed with your vows, very impressed."

"Thank you Mistress Shelby." i wasn’t sure if she was trying to add to slave’s embarrassment, but she did.

"I told you once that I thought I might have been a candidate for your position a few years ago. Well, I can tell you now, unequivocally, that I could not possibly take your place. Nor, I would suggest, could anyone else. I think Steven has discovered, or created, a true one-of-a-kind." i couldn't conceal the smile that Shelby's comments brought to slave's face.

Now Master’s hand was stroking slave’s body from hip bone to the inside of slave’s thigh, at slave’s sex. Before Shelby started to speak the egg in slave's sex burst into violent action. “I don’t know how you did it. I think I’m pretty brazen, but there is no way in hell that I could have made that walk down the aisle out there, not to mention in here. You are really something, o. I hope you and Steven bring each other great joy.”

"Uh...ah... t-t-t-thank you. i hope that... that Master...feels the...the same...and will con...continue...to." i felt as if the room had suddenly become a raging furnace. i was breathing so fast and shallow that the four people at the table stared with a look of alarm. "Master... may y-y-your slave c-c-cum...please?"

"Certainly, o"

Master had barely finished the "o" when i heard slave moan and convulse in a way that attracted the attention of everyone at the tables around U/us. i had to grab Master's shoulder with both hands to keep from falling to slave's knees. i could feel the moisture between slave's legs, and i was quite sure the others could see it. If i had any doubts, about that, looking at Bob staring at the juices between slave's legs erased them. Tamara, the ex-wife of, well you know, looked at Bob and then at slave's sex and said "Jeeze, woman, don't you have any shame at all." I thought this was a little bit of an odd question coming from a woman who shamelessly stole the husband of one of the other partners in the company, ultimately costing both men their positions.

Master turned the egg off. There was a rather awkward silence while i regained slave's breath, if not slave's composure. When i could breathe again, i said, "Frankly, Tamara, i am not quite sure what you mean by that. Would i rather cum in the privacy of Master’s bed? i would, of course. Am i embarrassed having an orgasm in front of the four of you, and others? Sure, i am. Am i ashamed of cumming while you watch? If it pleases Master, absolutely not, it is a price i am perfectly willing to pay to please Master."

"Yeah, yeah, we all heard your vows, but cripes, don't you have some limits?" Tamara has never really been able to come to grips with slave's relationship with Master.

i thought for a moment, looked at Master, and then at Tamara, "i probably do, i guess everyone has, but here, today, i can't think what that might be. i suppose if W/we are talking hypothetically, if Master instructed me to murder someone, i would have to refuse, but i am confident He would not demand that of me. As for being naked at slave's wedding, if it pleases Master, i willingly submit. The things that i would have found embarrassing, humiliating, even degrading, are now simply demonstrations of slave's commitment to Master. As long as they bring pleasure to Master, i am willing to endure them. Naive, simplistic, silly, even crazy, maybe, but i can only say that it works for me and, as Sarah suggested, i have never been happier or more contented."

Master thanked them for coming and W/we moved on to another table.

When W/we approached, both men stood, as Master held the 5th chair for me to sit. The guests at this table were James and Michelle, business associates of Master from San Diego, and Tammy, Master's confidential personal assistant and her husband, George. "Oh, o, you look so beautiful, i mean you always do, but today you just glow with beauty. It seems like brides always look beautiful, but so much of it is the gown and makeup and, well with you, it's just you." i must have blushed awfully, because Tammy stopped abruptly, and then, "Oh, I'm sorry, o. I guess you know it's not the gown, huh? Anyway you are just incredibly gorgeous."

"Thank you, Mistress Tammy, you are too kind."

"Yes, o, you are even more beautiful than I remembered and..."

Michelle interrupted her husband, "And to listen to him, you would think he remembered every hair that's not on your body." She said it with a bright smile, but i had a feeling that Michelle may have, truly, heard a little more about o than she wanted to.

"What did it feel like walking down that 'aisle' knowing every eye was focused on your nude body, o?" Tammy always seems to have a "how did it feel" question.

"To tell you the truth, Tammy, i wasn't sure i was going to make it. i just tried to focus on Master, and have Him sort of will me to join Him and His Best Man, Wes. i felt like crying, but i'm still not really sure if that was because i was naked, or just the emotions lots of brides have. Whatever it was, i am now Master's wife and that makes it all worth it."

George sounded rather concerned, "Does that mean you won't be Steven's slave anymore... you won't be nude when we come over?"

Tammy lightly punched George’s shoulder, “George! ! ! “

"Silly, George, Sir, did you not hear Slave's wedding vows? Did that sound like i was going to suddenly become 'normal'? i will still be naked when you and Tammy come to Master's house, not to worry." George let out an exaggerated sigh of relieve and Tammy punched him, this time not too lightly, on the shoulder.

Master asked James if he wanted to dance with me, but Michelle said he didn't, so He asked George, and George said "Are you kiddin'?" and took the end of the leash from Master. George is a bit shorter than i but he took the lead apparently quite comfortably. His right hand was a little sweaty by the end of the dance and he apologized that he let it slide down to slave's ass a couple of times.

Back at the table, W/we chatted a little more, then Master excused U/us, and W/we moved on.

One table was kind of a difficult one because these were two of Master's old friends and their wives. Master had worked for them when He first started in marketing. i had met each of them, at least once, when i was Master's confidential assistant, which is to say, when i was still prim and proper. They, too, rose as W/we approached. This time, again, Master sat and i stood next to Him and He put His arm around Slaves waist, again, resting His hand on slave’s abdomen, more or less.

"Herm and Ruth, and Gary and Barbara, this is odalisque." Master introduced.

The women looked at Master's hand on slave's body, obviously aghast. Herm was the first to speak, "It is a pleasure to meet you, young lady."

"Actually, Herm, Sir, we have met before. i was Master's confidential assistant and we met in His office once, perhaps twice. i can't blame you for not remembering, i was very quiet and conservative at ..."

"Oh, my god, I do remember. You were quite stunning. Of course, you are a little more distracting today. It is a pleasure to meet you again, odalisque. And, as I recall, your name was not odalisque at that time."

These two couples were the oldest among the guests, both men retired, and i guess they felt that gave them, the women at least, the right to be blunt, not to say rude. "Well, Dear, you've caught him now, so I should think you can put your clothes on." Gary turned to his wife, "Barbara, you are a guest; please act like one."

Herm's wife looked at Herm with a look that could melt stone, "I'm surprised you didn't spend more time at Steven's office with this little slut slinking around. I don't wonder that you never mentioned her to me."

"Ruth, for Pete's sake! First of all, you heard her say she didn't look like this when I met her, and second, I don't think you have any grounds to assume she is a slinking slut, and third, we are Steven's guests, and I think we should show him a bit more respect. If for no other reason than he might just take back the room and spa privileges he has kindly provided, and of which you have already availed yourself."

"No reason to assume she's a slut? Look at her. How many women have you met who sit around, in the nude, chatting with people they have never met, and on her wedding day for god's sake."

Master rose, thanked them for coming, suggested that the men might join Him for a brandy toward the end of the evening, and excused U/us. The smiles on the men's faces more than made up for the nastiness of the women. "I apologize for that, o. I would have expected the women to have better manners, but regardless, I could not have left Herm and Gary off the list. I suppose I could have made the invitation just for the men."

"Oh, Master, then it would have been W/we who were rude. If that is all i have to endure to demonstrate slave's love for You, then i have truly gotten a bargain."

The band began a Glenn Miller classic so Master lead me to the dance floor. He put His arms around slave's waist, with His hands resting on slave's butt and i put slave's arms around Master's neck and O/our bodies seemed to become one. W/we moved slowly with the beautiful rhythm. i could feel slave becoming aroused, even without the help of the egg within slave's sex. As the song goes, "i could have danced all night," but the music ended, the next song was faster so Master lead me to another table of guests.

i was quite surprised by who was at the next table. Danny, from the take-out pizza parlor W/we frequent, and his girlfriend Heather were seated with Kelly and her significant other, Glenn.

Kelly and i had become email friends after Master gave her one of slave's dresses to wear to her class reunion. She later emailed me that she did wear it, and she even worked up the courage to wear it with a rather sheer bra and thong panties. According to Glenn, she was a big hit and Glenn was the envy of every guy there.

At this table, Master sat in the fifth chair and i stood next to Him, on His right. As W/we talked, Master ran His hand up and down the inside of slave's left thigh from slave's knee to the lips of slave’s sex. It was difficult enough to concentrate with Master doing this, but then i realized that Danny, Heather, Glenn and Kelly were focused on just Master's hand gliding over slave's skin. "D-Danny, i am so happy you c-could be here; Thank you for coming." At the sound of slave's voice, and his name, Danny jerked his head up to look me in the eyes.

"You kiddin', o, I was, like, blown away to be invited. You are a totally awesome bride. Oh, i almost forgot, this is Heather, my girlfriend."

Now, Heather looked up from Master's hand to make eye contact with me. "Yeah, Danny, you did 'almost forget', but I guess I can understand why. I suppose you can imagine that Danny has told me a lot about you, odalisque. I have to admit, though, I wasn't sure, really, what to expect. I definitely, totally, was not prepared for this, but you certainly are a beautiful bride." Having said that, Heather's eyes went right back to Master's hand caressing slave's thigh.

Kelly looked up to meet slave's eyes, "Well, this is one outfit I sure won't be barrowing, o. I don't know how you walked down that aisle, I would have just died, I’m sure; literally. But I think we all agree, you are a fabulously gorgeous bride."

Glenn didn't bother to look away from Master's hand as he said, "o, did Kelly tell you that she was voted 'sexiest female alum' at her class reunion?"

"No, Glenn, Sir, she didn't."

Now he looked up to meet slave’s eyes. "No, I figured she wouldn't. There were a whole lot of guys that were kickin' themselves for letting her get away, when they had the chance back in high school, believe me. It was really great. There were a couple dozen categories. After the voting, they had a picture of Kelly in her senior year that they projected on a big screen, kinda like yours, here. She was a little bit overweight, dressed very plainly and then they had her go up on stage to receive her plaque, and the place just went crazy with cheers, whistles, you name it..."

"I'm sure there weren't too many girls cheering. You can imagine how I looked in that dress, in those bright stage lights; pretty shameless, I guess, uh, oh, I'm sorry o, but you know what I mean, and, of course, I loved it, o. Thank you so much. It took Glenn a long time to convince me that I could do it. And, to be honest, I'm not sure how I did do it, but I sure am glad I did."

"You are very welcome, Kelly, but it was Master's gift. i wish i could have been there to enjoy your triumph." By now Master's hand was just resting at the top of slave's thigh with His knuckle massaging slave's clit. i could hear the shallowness of slave's breathing and saw the rapt attention of the four guests to what Master was doing. After a rather long silence Master let His hand slide down to slave's knee.

"Will we get a chance to dance with you later, o?" i looked to Master who said, "Why don't you and o dance now, Danny?"

i handed Danny the leash. i thought i saw a little note of disappointment on Danny's face when he realized the music was rather too fast for "slow" dancing, but it ended just as we reached the dance floor. The next song was slow and Danny offered his left hand and put his right around slave's waist. When his hand touched slave's back it snapped back as if slave's skin was scalding hot, then he rested it softly back on slave's spine. With slave's right hand in Danny's left, i put slave's left hand on his neck and caressed.

Danny didn't say a word through the entire song. When the music ended, he whispered in slave's ear, asking if i could stay between him and Heather until he could sit down. He didn't want her to see a rather unfortunate bulge that had developed at his groin while we were dancing. The logistics were a little awkward but i think we pulled it off. Although i'm not sure how much good it did Danny, as Heather looked pretty upset when we returned to the table.

Master urged them to take advantage of all the services of the spa and W/we continued on O/our tour. As W/we left, i heard Heather say something and Danny said, "You wouldn't have cared if she was wearing a wedding dress." and Heather, "But she's not -- she's nude, in case you didn't notice -- fat effing chance!"

At another table, Master and i both stood, Master with His arm around me cupping slave's right breast with His right hand. The guests at this table were William, the other ex-partner in Master's business and Tamara's ex-husband, with his new girlfriend Lisa, and slave's friend Elle and her husband Randy.

"Oh, Elle, i am so happy you could come. Why didn't any of you mention you were coming in your e-mails?"

"Well, Steven suggested that he wanted it to be pretty much of a surprise. Believe me it wasn't easy. I caught myself, a couple of times, just before I hit send, and erased a telling remark." Elle’s eyes were on Master's hand, which was on slave's breast, playing with the ring through slave's nipple.

"You know, o, I think about you a lot, too much according to Elle, and I thought I had a clear image of you, but you are so much more beautiful than I remembered. Maybe it is just that it is your wedding day, but..."

"Yes, Randy, you do think way too much about o, or should I say fantasize too much?" Elle said it light-heartedly, but there seemed to be a certain earnestness to it. "You haven't been to the winery for awhile, did we do something wrong?"

She addressed the question to me, but, of course, it was Master who answered. "Not at all, Elle, in fact even if the wine was terrible, W/we would come just to see you. It's just that, for whatever reason, W/we haven't made it up to the Napa/Sonoma area recently. W/we will make it a point to come up and see you soon. William, how are you getting on, and who is this lovely lady?"

"Oh, Steven and odalisque, this is Lisa, I had mentioned o to her, and when your invitation arrived, she begged to come with me to meet her."

Steven smiled His mischievous smile, "Very pleased to meet you, Lisa. Does o live up to your expectations?"

Another thing i have still to come fully to grips with is when Master talks about me as if i am not present, or i am a piece of jewelry… "Oh, my god, Steven, I thought William must be grossly exaggerating, or fantasizing, when he spoke of o, which he does quite a bit, actually, but now I know why. She is just exquisite." …Or when other people speak to Master, about me, as if i am a painting or a sculpture. "William did not seem to know if she came to you this way, or if you trained her, or had her trained, or what."

Master looked at me and nodded, squeezing slave's breast slightly, "Master created me, Mistress Lisa. He says He saw something in me when i first applied for a job at His office, but the rest is all His teaching and training. He is a very patient, and loving teacher."

"But how long did it take to go from normal, I'm sorry, but you know what I mean, to what you are today?"

i looked at Master and He, again, nodded. "The actual training period was a little over six months from when i moved into Master's home until slave's 'graduation.'"

"Wow, o, we really have to talk, I know today is not the time, but I am very interested in your transformation." Lisa looked at William, "Don't get excited, Willy, it is strictly a clinical interest. Here is my card, would you call me sometime?" She offered the card to me, but Master took it, and put it in His pocket.

Master offered Randy a dance with me and, with a glance toward Elle, Randy took the end of the leash. While we danced Randy told me how often he thought of me and in what ways. i was glad Elle could not hear him. He went into way too much detail about where he would take me and what he would do with, and to, me. i hoped Elle couldn't tell how embarrassed i was, but i could feel the warmth of slave's blush. This time i was embarrassed for Elle, not for me.

After the dance, Master excused U/us, sliding His hand down to slave's hip and guiding me to the bar. He asked for two glasses of sparkling wine and, when W/we had them, W/we went back to O/our tour of the tables. One stop was a table with Master's financial advisor, Mike, and his wife Kathy, and Patsy, an employee of Master's and her husband Bill. Mike and Bill stood as W/we approached, and the two women just stared with their chins almost resting on the table.

Master offered His hand to Mike, "Thank you for joining U/us Mike, and Kathy. I'm very pleased that you could make it as well Patsy."

"Steven, do you remember Bill, my husband?" Patsy was speaking to Master but her eyes were riveted on me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, yes, we met at the company picnic, wasn't it? Thank you for coming Bill."

"Thank you, Steven. To be honest, I'm not much of a party kind a guy, but Patsy assured me this one would be worth the effort, and I must say she was right. I am pleased to meet you odalisque. You make a very beautiful bride, by any standards."

"Thank you, Bill, Sir, i am pleased that you and Mistress Patsy could join U/us."

Mike slipped into the conversation, "o, do you have a dance card, and may I sign up for a slow dance?"

"No, no you may not sign up for a slow dance. It's bad enough that you get to ogle her gorgeous body all night, but there's no way you are going to be touching it, too. You can just settle for the slow dances with me, Mike." Kathy said it with a smile, but i don't think either Mike, or i, doubted that she absolutely meant it.

"Well, o, I would be happy to take Mike's spot." Bill put his hand out and i looked at Master, who nodded approval so i put the end of the leash in Bill's offered hand.

"Don't get hurt out there Billy." Patsy offered a big grin as we walked to the dance floor.

Bill offered his left hand to slave's right and rested his right on slave's left hip. i put slave's arm around his back. "o, may i ask you a question that you have probably been asked at least a thousand times? Why? You are so gorgeous, you seem so nice, and Patsy says you are very bright, you could have any man in this room, even if you were wearing Omar's tent."

"That is very sweet, Bill, Sir. i guess that is a common assumption, that i am naked so that Master will like me better. And, it really is true, i suppose, but it goes way beyond that. As i said in slave's vows, i am naked, not just so Master can look at slave's body. i assume that, if that was all there was to it, being naked at home might be enough. i am naked tonight, and every other time that i am naked in public, as a way of demonstrating slave's love and submission to Master."

"You mean you're naked in pubic some other times?" i could hear the disbelief in Bills voice.

"Didn't Patsy warn you about me, Bill, Sir? Oh, my, i guess the wedding ceremony must have been quite a surprise for you."

"A very pleasant, and may I say, uplifting surprise. Patsy must have loved the expression on my face when I saw you start down the aisle. But how many places can you possibly be naked, o?"

"Actually, you might be surprised. And, of course, even when i am not naked, i might as well be. The clothes slave is allowed to wear are so sheer as to be more of a legal technicality than actual clothing. i am sure that now that she has had her little joke, Patsy will be happy to tell you more about Master and His slave." The music had ended, but Bill didn't seem to notice, so i simply stopped dancing.

Bill's face turned crimson, "Oh, I'm sorry, the music’s stopped, hasn’t it."

We walked back to join Master and the others. "Well, Billy, did you work up a sweat, or anything else." Patsy was apparently a bit more secure than Mike's Kathy.

"No, Patsy, but that certainly wasn't o's fault."

"Thank you, Bill, sir." W/we gathered O/our sparkling wine and moved on.

Most of the rest of O/our visits went about as the above, so i won’t bore you with the details.

The band broke into a song i didn’t recognize, but it had the feel of Chariots of Fire, or something like that. Two women were wheeling a table/cart in the door toward the head table. As it passed the diners, they broke into laughter and soft applause. When the cart reached our table i could see why. It was the wedding cake; Three tiers high with the traditional figures on top. Well, perhaps not exactly traditional. The four inch groom figure was in a tuxedo, but the bride figure was naked, complete with collar, cuffs, and little rings through its nose and nipples. It lacked the tattoo on its thigh but i guess they couldn’t print that small.

The ladies who brought the cake presented a knife to Master who helped me to slave’s feet and we went around the table and stood next to the cake for photographs. Master handed me the knife and held slave’s hand holding it. Together W/we cut two pieces out of the bottom tier.

i know what the tradition of the cake is, and i had to think long and hard about how it might apply to a slave and Master. i decided that tradition was tradition, and i smushed the cake on Master’s face. Unfortunately Master simply fed the piece in His hand into slave’s mouth. One of the waitress’ was prepared with warm wet clothes, which i didn’t need, and Master declined, saying, “Thank you, but o will clean it with her tongue, won’t you, o?”

“Yes Master.” Master secured slave’s wrist cuffs behind slave’s back with a QuickLink and i slowly, gently, and lovingly, licked the cake, and frosting, from Master’s face. This was a little embarrassing, somehow a little like licking Master’s boots, i guess, but also very erotic. i took quite awhile licking and kissing Master’s face. When i had finished i earned a round of applause from some of O/our guests.

Master released slave’s wrist cuffs from the QuickLink and took me to the dance floor. W/we danced and O/our bodies melted together. “Do you forgive me Master for the cake thing? It just seemed so traditional…”

“How could I not forgive you, o, you cleaned it up so beautifully. Are you enjoying yourself, o.”

“i am married to You, Master, everything else is secondary. i am enjoying most of it. Some of it is a bit challenging. If i am pleasing You, i am enjoying it.”

i could feel Master’s hands caressing slave’s body, shamelessly, as if W/we were making love. He turned me around so slave’s back was against His chest and He caressed slave’s breasts and belly and slave’s pubic mound. He turned me again and held me so closed i felt as if i was inside His tuxedo.

i opened slave’s eyes and saw that W/we were dancing next to Shelby and Chris and Danny and Heather. Suddenly the egg in slave’s sex went into high gear. i held onto Master even tighter feeling an orgasm building in slave’s body. “Master, may Your slave please cum?”

i don' know who among U/us smiled the biggest, but, as i said it, i could feel Master's embrace tighten and i heard Shelby say, "Good god." Master just nodded an affirmative and i let slave have a mammoth orgasm in His arms. As i looked around, feeling slave's body convulse, watching the guests watching me, the room began to spin and slave's body went limp. Master held me up, but W/we could no longer make any pretence of dancing. slave's knees would not lock and i was just hanging in Master's arms.

The egg in slave's sex went silent and i began to recover slave's senses, if not poise. For a moment, or two, Master supported me until i could finally stand, and He lead me to the head table. i could feel the juices flowing down slave's legs. When W/we sat at the table, Master, not too discreetly, used a napkin to dry between slave's legs.

When the band took a break, Mum stood and tapped her cocktail glass with a spoon. The mic was passed to her. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am the bride's mother, and this is the bride's stepfather.” She gestured toward Max. “One guest has had the courage to ask what I am sure others of you wanted to, 'What must the bride's parents be thinking?'. Well, I think I have had enough to drink, now, to tell you.” Mum paused for the laughter. “Steven is a very kind, gentle and genteel man who, unquestionably, loves my daughter. As I said when I first met him, last night, he is a bit of a pervert,” another pause for laughter, “but a wonderful man. How do I know this? Just look at my daughter, if there is anyone who hasn't, which I doubt." Another pause for laughter. "Is there anyone in this room who would do for your partner, what she is doing for Steven; Is there anyone who thinks their partner would do for you, what she is doing for Steven?. And I can tell you, as her mother, that, like Sarah, I have never seen my daughter this happy at any time in her life. So, I think there are worse things than being a bit of a pervert. I wish you both all the happiness I see in your faces today, for the rest of your lives."

i am so glad that Stephanie didn’t use eye liner when she made me up, because it would have been running down slave's cheeks. i got up and went behind Master to Mum’s table and hugged Mum like i have never hugged her before. "Thank you, Mum. That is the most beautiful wedding present i could have ever hoped for."

Master stood, hugged Mum, and then took the mic and said, "This lady may be the only woman in the world who can call you a pervert and make it sound like she is bestowing a Knighthood. And if any of you wondered where o, and Sarah, got their incredible beauty, just look at her. Thank you, Mrs.W. I promise you that I will never let you, or your daughter, down." Master sat down to thunderous applause and cheers.

Master took slave's hand and lead me to the dance floor. By now i have danced with most of the men here today, and it was always a slow song, and again as W/we stepped on the dance floor, the fast song finished and a slow one began. i mentioned this coincidence to Master and He just smiled. He told me, much later, that He had arranged it with the band to play slow songs when i was on the dance floor. The only exception being Judith, the bitchy partner of Linda, the sweet dog groomer. Master said He had pointed Judith out to the band, and sure enough the three times she asked me to dance, they played fast songs.

At some point i needed to use the restroom and, wouldn't you know, Gary's wife, Barbara, was using it too. When i walked in, she turned, saw it was me and said, "What are you going to do when you are sixty, or so? Huh, what then?"

"Well, first of all, i am going to try to have the sexiest sixty year old body you've ever seen. But, more realistically, since Master will be 75 or so, i will just hope that His eyesight will have gone by then."

Barbara actually laughed, at least i think it was a laugh. "Seriously, o, why do you do this? You are obviously bright, drop-dead gorgeous, you could have any man in that room without parading around in the nude. I can't believe that your mother really isn't devastated seeing you like this."

"Mistress Barbara, slave's mother and father were still hippies well after it was fashionable to be one. They raised me to think independently, or as they might say these days, outside the box. i can appreciate that you don't understand it, but please try to accept that i am happy with this life style. i am not doing it to challenge you, or to tempt Gary, or for any reason other than that it pleases Master."

"Whatever." and with that she went out the door.

When i left the restroom, Linda came up and asked me to dance. We went to the dance floor and the band segued into a slow song. Linda put her arms around me, resting her hands on slave's ass. i held her the same way and suddenly the, almost forgotten, egg burst into life, inside me. It felt like the egg was at a level i could deal with, but i looked around to see where Master was, just in case. i couldn't find Him. The song ended, and Linda asked if we could dance another. i no sooner agreed, than the egg jumped into high gear. i was sure the egg was on high because it was having its way with me quite quickly. Slave's breathing was shallow and rapid and i could feel the heat of slave's own body. Slave's legs began to go limp.

Suddenly, Master seemed to just appear next to us. "Master, may Your slave please cum?" Linda had not noticed Master, and she started to say "What did you..." then she saw Him.

Master asked Linda if He might cut in and, of course, Linda acquiesced. slave's legs were so weak, i almost fell into Master's arms. No sooner did Master put His arms around me, and pulled me against Him, and whisper in slave's ear, "You may cum now, o" than i heard what sounded like a freight train roaring through slave's ears. Master held me very tight, and close to His body, and i just let the orgasm roll through slave's body. i have no idea how long i convulsed in Master's arms, but when i finally broke through, i realized that slave's feet were not touching the floor, and i could feel the juices flowing down slave's legs.

i opened slave's eyes and looked around at the people immediately around U/us who had stopped dancing and were just standing, staring at U/us.

I heard Monica, in a stage whisper, say to Erik, "If you could promise I would cum like that, you might get me to parade around nude."

And James looked at Michelle, "See Darling, I told you that o gets as much out of it as Steven."

Master slowly lowered me so slave's feet were on the floor, but slave's legs did not support me and i continued to collapse toward the floor. Master pulled me up and held me until i was steady.

Linda came up and asked Master if she could have the next dance. Master had turned the egg off at some point, but i have no idea when. "Oh, my gawd, o. Are you okay. You looked as if you were having a seizure or something."

"Yes, Mistress, Linda, i am quite alright. A little embarrassed, perhaps, well a lot embarrassed, but..."

"A little embarrassed, are you shittin' me. There isn't a woman in this room who wouldn't give at least one breast to have an orgasm like that. Maybe not in the middle of a ballroom filled with people, but just once in their life. Even those two really old biddies, if they would admit it. That has got to be the most explosive orgasm you've ever had, what was it like.?

"Actually, Mistress Linda, i'm not sure that it is the best orgasm i have ever had. It is certainly right up there, but i have had many like that."

"You have to be joking. You mean you've come like that before?" It was Heidi who was dancing next to us with her s.o. John.

"Yes, Mistress Heidi, any number of times. This one was enhanced by the fact that i knew i was in the middle of a dance floor with 100 people around, but yes, i have cum that hard often."

i saw the smile on John's face, "See, Heidi, see the rewards of walking around nude. Maybe you should..."

"Maybe you should just keep on dreaming, Jonathan." Heidi's voice was playful.

Linda's partner, Judith, came up and asked Linda to let her cut in. Linda whispered in slave's ear, "I'm sorry, o."

As Linda stepped back from our embrace the band broke into a very upbeat number.  Linda had an enormous smile on her face as she walked away. While we danced, i was actually closer to a couple of others than i was to Judith. Kara danced over so that we were shoulder to shoulder. "That was quite a show, o."

"Thank you, Mistress Kara, but it was partly your doing. i was aided considerably by one of the eggs Master bought at your store."

Kara smiled broadly, "Yes, I remember that you were rather susceptible to the egg's power, and your Master's"

"When i tell Master that you said that, i will change the order, if you don't mind." W/we both laughed.

The band stopped and Judith mumbled "Thanks" and stalked off.

"May I have this dance, o?"

Before i could say "yes", Kara said "Don't think she is going to get off like that in your arms Keith. She is strictly her Master's slave."

The band played a slow song and Keith put his right arm around me. "I wish she was wrong about that. Kara and I have a pretty good sex life, but I can't even imagine what it would be like to have a woman abandon herself like that in my arms. Didn't it bother you knowing that there were people all around you?"

"Of course, it bothered me, Keith, Sir. But, perhaps not in the way you mean. It was very stimulating knowing that Master wanted me to cum hanging in His arms in the middle of the dance floor. It was, also, very stimulating knowing that i was going to do it just because He wanted me to, regardless of what anyone else might think."

Keith didn't say anything for some time, and then, "Wow, o, that is just awesome." The music stopped and we parted.

Kara had been dancing with someone nearby, "Well, I see she managed to withstand your wiles, aye Romeo."

A little after midnight Master had a table set just outside the doors to the hall. He ordered two bottles of Port, one of Brandy and some glasses from the bar and sat down. Slowly but surely, other men found their way to the table. Master had a box of expensive (i'm sure) cigars open on the table. The men asked to join Him and soon they had to bring chairs from inside to accommodate their number. This time i stood on Master's left. Master secured slave’s wrists behind slave’s back with a QuickLink. As He sat and talked He ran His left hand up and down slave's thigh from knee to the lips of slave's sex.

The table was situated right by the door to the banquet hall, so as people left they would stop and congratulate U/us and say goodnight. The men’s conversation drifted from a little business, to sports, to politics, to how lucky Master is. Some of it was that awkward part of being spoken about as if i was a statue, or some other piece of art. And, of course, there was Master’s hand sliding across slave’s skin and the men staring at me as He did it.

At its largest, the group was probably twenty, or so, men all staring as Master caressed slave’s body as nonchalantly as one might pet a kitten on your lap while talking. That slightly (slightly?) humiliating situation was interrupted regularly by the guests saying goodnight or goodbye. Master would stand, thank them for coming, shake hands and sit down and continue to stroke slave’s leg.

It got more awkward. Some of the guests wanted to hug me, but of course i could not hug them because slave’s wrists were secured behind slave’s back. The reactions to that situation varied from pretending not to notice and just hugging me anyway; to stepping back saying something like, “Oh my god.”

Crysti hugged me and realizing slave’s quandary, whispered in slave’s ear, “That is soooooo sexy.”

At about one o’clock, the vocalist from the band came out and said there were only a couple of people left, and they weren’t dancing, so could they call it quits. Master agreed, then she asked Master if she could talk to me privately for a moment. He took His hand off slave’s thigh, nodding, and i walked with the vocalist a few yards away.

i guess she hadn’t realized about slaves wrists because, when i turned to lead the way, i heard her quietly say to no one, “Holy shit.”

“odalisque, the guys in the band wanted me to ask you, ‘Is this some kind of theater or performance art, or is it real? I mean it seems real, but how can it be? I mean you’re standing here starkers, and it seemed like you were really having orgasms on the dance floor, and these people seem real. In fact, if you don’t mind my saying so, some don’t seem that thrilled about being here; or more to the point, about their husbands being here. But what is it really all about?”

“Mistress Nadia, first let me say you have a beautiful voice, and thank you for sharing it with U/us.  i am not quite sure what i can say to you, except that this event is exactly what it appears to be, a wedding. i love Master and…”

“Okay, it’s a wedding, but what about the ‘Master’ bit, and the nudity? I mean you sure don’t look like any whore I’ve ever seen, but frankly, you act a lot like one. I’m sorry, that was out of line, but, well, you know what I mean. You seem like a really nice person, and God knows you’re beautiful, and your husband seems really nice, so why?”

“You know, Mistress Nadia, this may be one of those things that you can either accept or not. i’m not sure that i can do any better than that. What you have seen here is totally real and it has been slave’s life for a number of years and i plan on it being slave’s life for the rest of it. I’m sorry that…”

“o.” It was Master.

“i am sorry, Nadia, but i need to go.”

“That’s okay, odalisque, I guess you have answered my question, sorta. Thank you.”

i walked back to Master’s side and without looking up He placed His hand between slave’s legs and began to stroke. There were now nine men at Master’s table. Remarkably, one of them was Herm.

Master said, “What say we move this party to the cottage patio? Everyone grab your chair and we’ll meet you there.”

Master stood, put His arm around slave’s neck and over slave’s shoulder so that His hand rested on slave’s breast. W/we went up to the bar, asked for another bottle of port, a bottle of sparkling wine, and a cheese and fruit tray to be delivered to the cottage. i would be surprised if W/we got what Master ordered, as the barkeep seemed to be paying attention only to Master’s hand playing with the ring in slave’s nipple.

When W/we got to the cottage, the men had made themselves comfortable on the patio. Master set His chair in front of the French doors and i stood on His left. After a minute or two Master reached behind me and released the QuickLink. Then He reached up and gently pulled the ring in slave’s nose so that slave’s head came down to where He could whisper in slave’s ear, “o, go inside and get a pillow so that you don’t hurt your knees. Do I need to say more?”

“No Master.” Came out in sort of a squeak, because He did not have to say more; i knew exactly what He expected.

i had very little champagne at the reception, but you would not have known it to watch me walk into the cottage. i felt as if i was going to have to use slave’s hands to help slave’s legs work. i went to the bedroom and took a pillow off the bed and turned to walk back out to the patio. When i got to the French doors i saw Stephanie, Scott and Sarah walking across the lawn toward the cottage. The waitress with the cheese plate and wine was placing it on the table.

i stopped, as much to keep from falling, as to catch slave’s breath. i stepped through the door and the waitress said, “Good night Ma’am.” And stepped around me and left. The chairs that were already on the patio when W/we came, were empty and to Master’s right. It appeared that there was enough room for Steph, Scott and Sarah to get to them so i put the pillow on the patio between Master’s legs, and kneeled on it facing Master.

i knew Master would not want me to whisper, but it seemed to slave’s ears that i shouted, “Master may Your slave suck Your wonderful cock.”

A couple of the men laughed a little. i don’t know if they thought i was joking, or if it was a nervous laughter. Master nodded, and i unzipped His fly, put slave’s mouth very close to it and slipped His flaccid cock into slave’s mouth.

i could hear slave’s heart pounding in slave’s ears, but nothing else. i seemed to be surrounded by absolute silence until i heard Stephanie’s voice, “We saw you moved over here. Is this a men only thing or… oh my lord.”

Master invited them to sit next to Him. i sensed people stepping over slave’s legs.

i heard a cell phone ring and then Wes said he thought he had better be going. When he was apparently out of hearing, Sarah said, “Look, isn’t that Alisa on that balcony? I’d be willing to bet it wasn’t Wes who thought he’d better be going.”

After that, silence. It was so quiet that i could hear slave’s slurping as i devoured Master’s huge cock. Finally, i heard Master suggest Scott get the ladies, and himself, some Port. More silence until i heard a woman’s voice ask, “Does anyone need anything? We are about to close the kit… oh my! I’m… I’m… so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean… I didn’t know, I mean, oh shit. Oh, I’m sorry, I mean I didn’t…”

At last, Master put her out of her misery, “I think we have everything we need, but thank you, so much, for checking.”

A few moment later i heard slave’s sister, “That was surreal. At first she seemed shocked and revolted, but then she didn’t seem to want to leave.”

i guess that sort of broke the ice, because people began to talk. i couldn’t really make out much of what was said. i was kind of in and out of consciousness, between the humiliation of wantonly sucking cock in front of a dozen people (including slave’s sister and best friend), and the rapture of feeling Master’s glorious cock sliding deeper into slave’s throat.

At one point, without removing Master’s marvelous cock from slave’s mouth, i asked if i could cum. i don’t know if He actually understood, or just assumed, but He did not make me repeat it, and He said yes. He had barely finished the word “yes” when i felt slave’s body tremble, and shudder completely outside slave’s control. i heard a gargled, but loud scream, and realized it was me. i clamped slave’s mouth around Master’s massive cock to keep from shouting again, and because it felt incredible. i could feel the coolness of the sweat on slave’s body in the cool night air. i collapsed onto Master’s lap and cried. i would tell you why, if i knew; exhaustion, satiation, humiliation, joy, degradation, gratification, indignity, fulfillment, probably all of the above.

So much of slave’s life, compared to others, is rather mundane, if being naked all day, every day, can be considered mundane. Really, though, most of slave’s days are like any other stay-at-home wife. Okay, instead of Oprah, i watch clips and photos of women being naked in public, but.. Then there are days, like today, that give me an emotional experience that compares to any ones, and perhaps no ones, and a memory that will last a lifetime.

i recovered and i have no way of knowing how much longer i enjoyed Master’s rigid cock in slave’s mouth before He said, “odalisque, why don’t you join the party?”

So i have been sucking Master’s exquisite cock in front of an audience, came in a way that was probably heard blocks away, and, now, He expects slave to just get up and join in conversation with the audience.

With some difficulty, i got Master’s engorged cock back into His pants and zipped His fly. That was the easy part. Now i turned to see who was left, and tried, unsuccessfully, to get to slave’s feet. Master put His hands around slave’s waist and helped me up. i stood on Master’s left and He put His hand between slave’s very wet thighs. As i looked at the faces of the more than a dozen people on the patio. i could feel slave’s legs going gooey and i started to sink to the ground. Master used His hand between slave’s legs to help support me.

Scott dragged the chair Wes was sitting in over next to Master. Master told me to sit. When i did He put His arm around slave’s neck and rested His hand on slave’s breast. i leaned over and rested slave’s head against Master.

i think in an effort to break the awkwardness of the moment, Stephanie said, “So, o, how does it feel to be a married woman?”

“Right now, just a little bit demeaning, actually, Mistress Stephanie. But i am sure that i will love every minute of being married to Master.”

After some time, Master said that the hour had gotten late and that breakfast was at 8:30 tomorrow morning, so W/we would have to excuse O/ourselves. Master stood and i stood at His side as each person came up to U/us to say good night.

First Herm and Gary stepped up to U/us. “I want to, again, apologize for my wife, o. I’ve never known her to behave, or misbehave, like that. I do hope you will accept my abject apology. I would not…”

“Excuse me, Gary, Sir, but it is not you who needs to apologize, nor anyone else, truly. i am afraid slave’s existence has that effect on some people, and it is not really anyone’s fault. But i do appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

Gary leaned forward and kissed slave’s cheek, “I think you are splendid, my dear, and I hope that Steven will allow me to see more of you.”

“I am not sure that is possible, Gary, Sir.” i said, taking Master’s hand from slave’s breast, i did a quick little pirouette, and replaced Master’s hand on slave’s breast, “But, with Master’s permission, i would enjoy a visit from you anytime.” Gary laughed and headed toward his room.

Herm was next, “I can only echo Gary’s sentiments regarding our wives’ conduct. I must say, o, that I think you are positively magical. I don’t know how you can do it, but I am quite certain that you live in the consciousness, and fantasies, of every man who has met you.” He leaned forward and kissed slave’s cheek.

i whispered “You are way too kind, Herm, Sir, thank you.”

The next two men to say goodnight i didn’t really know. They were business relations of Master’s. He introduced me, of course, but honestly, with all that was going on i have forgotten their names.

The first man was about Master’s age. He offered his hand and said, “Anyone who could keep a limp dick today is a candidate for a massive dose of Viagra.”

“Thank you, Sir, i’m sure.”

The second man offered his hand and said, “Don’t mind him, o. What he meant to say is that you are the most gorgeous, exotic, and, yes, erotic, creature imaginable. The next time Steven speaks at one of our functions, I sincerely hope he will bring you with him. Congratulations, and great happiness, o”

William stepped up, took slave’s shoulders in his hands and kissed me on the mouth, very hard. “Well, I will have a lot to tell Lisa when I return to the room. She was quite serious about wanting to talk with you, you know. She is a marriage counselor, that’s how we met, when Tamara and I were having problems.”

“i will keep that in mind, William, Sir, if Master arranges for us to talk. She is obviously very good at it, look what she did for you and Tamara.” He chuckled and walked away.

Stephanie hugged me as Scott said goodnight to Master. “o, how did you get through this day? Starting with your wedding gown, and ending by blowing Steven in front of all of us. I don’t see how you kept your sanity, if you are, in fact, sane.” Coming from Steph, i knew that was a nonjudgmental joke, but i’m sure there are a number of guests here tonight who feel quite the same way, in earnest.

“i must confess it was challenging, but i think i made it through okay, don’t you, Mistress Stephanie?”

“Astoundingly, colossally, un-fucking-believably. While we were all talking and you were… uhm… well, doing what you were doing, Scott leaned over and whispered, ‘Do you think there is anyone else in the world who would do that? Without being paid, I mean.’ I told him I thought he might have trouble finding someone who would do it even for a lot of money. You are extraordinary, and so much more, o. I hope Steven appreciates you.”

“Rest assured I do, Stephanie.” Steven had apparently overheard, at least some of our conversation.

Scott gave me a hug, “You are every man’s wet dream, o.”

“Scoooott”

“I meant it as a compliment, Stephanie.”

“And i took it as one, Scott, Sir. Thank you.”

The next guest was a bit of a surprise. It was James, the chauffer. “Congratulations, Miss o, I hope you and Mr. L. will be happy for a very long time. I know I would be if you were my wife.”

“Oh, dear, thank you, James, you are very sweet. You’ll make me blush.” We both giggled as he left for the car.

Elle’s Randy was next. He hugged me, very respectfully, actually, and then spoiled it by whispering, “I thought of a few more things I would do with you, if I owned you. I’ll tell you about them sometime.”

“Actually, Randy, Sir, i think i can wait. Why don’t you tell them to your beautiful, loving wife?”

I don’t know what dark corner they were hiding in, but Bob and Tamara stepped up, if rather unsteadily. Bob said, “Shteven ish lucky in evything; bishnush, cards, legal battles, but you take it beyond the pale. He doeshn’t desherve you, if I…

“Pardon, Bob, Sir, but it is i who do not deserve Master, but i am trying very hard to be worthy. Thank you for coming.”

Tamara almost pushed Bob out of the way, “Well, I didn’t think you could stoop any lower, but that little demonstration of  your oral skills topped, or should I say bottomed, it all.”

“I am sorry if it offended you, Mistress Tamara. i’m sure that was not Master’s intention, in fact, i doubt He expected you to be here. i must confess, I’m a little surprised at your reaction, as the word around the office was always that you rather enjoyed oral sex, and somewhat indiscriminately, if i’m not mistaken.”

“Bitch.” And she turned to follow Bob to their room.

Sarah was the last to leave. “o, you just keep astounding me. I don’t know how you did it. You were totally wanton, way over the top, beyond anyone’s imagination, well, except Steven’s, I guess. I think we will keep this last part to ourselves. I’m not sure even Mother is quite liberal enough to embrace her daughter giving a rather public blowjob. It’s probably just as well that our brother couldn’t be here, too.”

We laughed and hugged. i whispered, “i am so glad you could be here Mistress Sarah, it made it even more special.”

In the cottage i barely had the strength to perform slave’s night-time duties.

Sunday morning W/we were up at 7:45. W/we showered together, and Master put on sandals, Dockers and a sports shirt. i put on slave’s mules. Master changed slave’s collar and cuffs back to the day-to-day set. They are essentially identical to the wedding set, but the everyday set feels so much more comfortable.

Breakfast was to be served in the restaurant proper since there were only 60 or so of U/us. When W/we walked in, it was obvious that the hostess had not been working yesterday. “Oh… oh… oh my… oh my… geeze.” Her face turned a brilliant red.

“I’m so sorry, were you not warned. We asked that everyone be advised and given the option of not working this weekend.” Master seemed genuinely upset by the young woman’s loss of composure. Actually, the “young woman” was probably just a year or two younger than i.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. Yes, I was advised, and I volunteered to work today. I guess I just didn’t realize how nude the lady was going to be.” The absurdity of her statement made all three of U/us laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m not really this stupid… usually, honest.”

“That’s alright, Carey. I believe you have a table for seven set up for us.”

“Yes, sir, right this way.” She lead U/s to a large table in the middle of the room.

W/we had no sooner sat down than Sarah, Mum and Max came in. Master rose and offered His hand to Max. “Good morning, I hope you slept well. Are you going to take advantage of the spa’s services this morning?”

Mum said, “I hope that o will join me in the spa this morning if that is okay with you, Steven.”

“Absolutely, a wonderful idea, i will see to it right now.” With that Master went to the front desk and made reservations for us. Mum looked at me and said, “It’s just us, now. Are you really as happy as Sarah and you say you are? It is a little hard to believe that you can let yourself be so degraded and be happy about it. I know you seem happy, but have you been brainwashed or anything like that?”

“Mum, if this is what our spa time is going to be like, i don’t want it. i am deliriously happy. You see me as being degraded; i see it as pleasing Master. i can’t explain it to you, i’m sure, but i have not been brainwashed, hypnotized or drugged. i am in love and happy, period.”

“Okay, sweetie, that’s the last you will hear of it from me.”

“Thank you, Mum.”

Sarah looked a little sheepish. “I’m sorry, o, I tried to tell her, but you know Mom.”

Master came back into the restaurant with Stephanie and Scott. They greeted Sarah, Max, Mum and me, and sat down.

“Wow, that was the wedding to end all weddings. I can’t even imagine how you got up this morning, o. Weren’t you just wrung out after yesterday? I mean intense, just totally intense, doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“Yes, Scott, i have to admit that i was kind of exhausted last night, or, uh, this early morning, but i feel pretty great now. It may catch up to me this afternoon.”

i’m not sure why it took this long, but suddenly i became conscious of the fact that three of these fellow diners had watched me, last night, shamelessly devour Master’s delicious cock and they were now sharing a table with slave’s mother and stepfather. It was a little surreal, but then this whole weekend might be described as a bit eccentric.

A waitress came to the table, “Congratulations, yours was, by far, the most unusual wedding we have had here in the seven years I’ve been working here. It was bizarre, surely, and yet quite elegant in its way. Now are we ready to order?”

Mum ordered first and it went around the table, and lastly, Master ordered for himself and for me. i could see the look of disbelief on Mum’s face.

“Mrs. W., I’ve arranged a massage for you and o at 10:30. I hope that suits. It will give you 50 minutes to catch up a little and to satisfy yourself that I have not drugged, or blackmailed or otherwise coerced your daughter into marrying me.” Mum went redder, i think, than i ever did last night.

“Oh, Steven, I don’t mean…

“It’s okay Mrs W.. You’re just being a mother, and this would be a little difficult to understand under the best of circumstances, but given odalisque’s rather conservative beginnings, it is quite a turnaround. However, I can assure you, and more importantly, o will assure you, that the only magic potion at work, on either of us, is love.”

Other guests began to join U/us. It was interesting, and rather amusing, to see that some of the less initiated seemed surprised to find that i was still naked this morning. As if, as Nadia said last night, the wedding was some sort of theater, or performance art, and the world would be normal, and sane, again when they woke up this morning. But then here i am enjoying slave’s breakfast with family and friends in a lovely restaurant, still collared and cuffed and otherwise stark naked.

A few people elected not to join us for breakfast, notably Bob and Tamara. Herm and Gary came in to congratulate U/us again and thank Master for His hospitality, but they would be leaving when their wives have finished their massages.

Gary came around to slave’s side and whispered, “I have no words to describe you, my dear, but a fantasy; A wonderful fantasy to which I will hold onto dearly.”

“Thank you Gary, Sir, i am honored to be your fantasy.” i guess i said it a little too loud because Steph and Mum giggled and Gary blushed.

The remainder of breakfast was pretty normal, with guests congratulating U/us and thanking Master for the spa services they had, or were going to have. Around 10:00 everyone had eaten and Mum said that she was going back to her room and get ready for our massage.

Steph said she and Sarah and Scott were going to the pool, and i should join them after the massage.

Master lead me from the restaurant across the grounds to the spa building. i really wasn’t looking forward to fifty minutes with Mum asking me all sorts of really unanswerable questions, but i guess, or more importantly, Master said, it had to be done. At the door to the spa building Master said He would be at the pool and i should meet Him there after.

i walked through the doors and up to the counter. “i bet you are odalisque.” The young (about slave’s age) woman said.

“What gave me away?”

“Well, first you are walking around nude, and if that wasn’t enough, your name’s written quite conspicuously on your thigh, isn’t it?” We both giggled.

“Your mother isn’t here yet, would you like to wait here, or in the tranquility room?” i picked the tranquility room, at least i could start out calm. After a few minutes in the room filled with ferns, and fragrant flowers, and soothing water sounds, Mum arrived wrapped in her terry-clothe robe. i hugged her and we sat for a moment until a woman came in and asked if we were ready.

The lady lead us into a room that was usually used for couples, she said, and it was quite romantic with candles and soft music. Another masseuse came in, and Mum removed her robe and reclined on the table. Watching Mum disrobe, i couldn’t help thinking about Gary’s wife’s question, “What happens when i’m sixty.” Looking at Mum’s fifty-something year old body, the genes might just be there, with work, for me to have a still good body at sixty; At least i could try.

Slave’s masseuse asked if i wanted to remove slave’s nipple rings. i declined. She said, “I will try to be gentle, but if I hurt you, please, let me know.” i assured her i would.

And then it began. “Okay, what’s this all about? I’ve never known anyone who was more selfassured, confident, in fact, pigheaded than you. Now, suddenly someone else is ordering your breakfast for you; leading you around on a leash, literally. Is this what you went to that Ivy League college for? What’s going on?”

“Mum, slow down. i thought i had heard the last of this, you said.”

“Well, your Steven gave me permission, didn’t he?”

“Okay, i am not going to be able to really make you understand it. It is just what you said last night, you can see i’m happy. You may just have to accept it without understanding it. First, and foremost, Master has not used any form of coercion what-so-ever; no drugs, no threats, no blackmail, whatever. i am Master’s slave because i love Him, and slave’s submission pleases Him. i could walk away tonight if i wanted to.”

“But having orgasms on a dance floor in front of dozens of people…” i heard the masseuses catch their breath. Apparently the events of last night had not come to their attention, yet.

“Mum, i said i don’t expect you to understand, but i can live with having orgasms in public, if that is what Master wants.” i wasn’t making any progress but i was prepared to keep trying.

“And that photograph of Steven walking you naked, on a leash, through a busy restaurant, was that for real, or did he doctor the photo?”

“Yes, Mum, that was for real,” i felt the masseuses hands tighten on slave’s shoulders, “in fact it was Sarah who took the photo. It isn…”

“You mean your sister watched you being walked nude, on a leash, and took pictures of it?!” Mum’s voice was just short of hysterical.

“Mum, she wanted a picture of the new me to take to Europe with her. She actually asked Master to set it up. i guess your younger daughter is a bit of a pervert, too.” i couldn’t see slave’s masseuse, but i could see Mum’s and she looked as if she was watching a train wreck.

“Does he give you to other men, or women?” Mum’s voice got very conspiratorial.

“Mum, you said He is a gentleman, do you…”

“But that was before I saw you hanging in his arms, on the dance floor, totally spent from an orgasm in front of a hundred people.”

“Okay, Mum, all i can say is Master would never do anything to hurt me. i’m sorry if you can’t get your head around slave’s new lifestyle, but, as the saying goes, ‘it is what it is’, and i love it. Now can we try to get some benefit from what time is left of our massages?”

“Okay, sweetie, but just remember that no matter what, you can always come home.”

“Oh, Mum, i never doubted it, but thank you for saying so. i love you.”

At the end of our fifty minutes Mum put her robe on and went back to the tranquility room. Master had given me some money to tip the masseuses which i slipped under slave’s cuff. i pulled it out and gave it to slave’s masseuse. “Thank you. It was very nice, i’m sorry circumstances didn’t allow me to enjoy it to the fullest.”

“Can I ask you a question, Miss?”

Here we go, “Sure, Mistress, what is it?”

“This isn’t some Reality Show, or something, right; that’s really your mother, and all?”

“Yes, Mistress, that’s really slave’s mother, and this is not a ‘show’ of any kind.” i’m afraid slave’s voice may have betrayed a lack of patience.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, it’s just so strange. I mean management sort of warned us, but…”

“No, i’m sorry, Helene, i’m sure it is very strange and bizarre to you. As you heard, i can’t really explain why it is okay to me to be Master’s slave. A few years ago, before i met Him, i would have laughed at the thought of it. Now i find slave, naked, in some of the least appropriate places, and hardly give it a thought. No, that’s not quite true. i often still find it incredibly difficult to do what Master requires, but… Well, that’s about all i can say, i guess, except to hope that you find someone you can love that much.”

“Thank you, Ma’am, but I don’t think I could love Jesus, Himself, enough to walk around nude in public for Him.”

i turned and went into the tranquility room where Mum was talking to William and Lisa who were next in the “couple’s room.” i told Mum i was going to the pool and she should join us. “You don’t mind if I put on a swimsuit, do you?”

“Mum! !”

As we walked through the spa lobby, Mum said, “I think that William is in love with you.”

“No, Mum, that’s lust, not love. i get that quite a bit these days. Master is in love with me; William just wants to fuck me.”

When i got to the pool, Master and Scott were sitting at a table, and Steph and Sarah were in the pool. Steph swam to the shallow end and stood up, “Hey, o, come on in, it’s great.”

“i didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Yah, right.” Steph laughed along with everyone else.

W/we hung out at the pool for an hour or so and then said O/our goodbyes and went back to the cottage. At about 2:30 the phone rang. Master had asked the front desk to let Him know when everyone had checked out so He could settle the bill.

Master called James and asked him to pick U/us up. When James knocked on the cottage door Master asked him to take His bags to the limo and W/we would join him shortly. Master used the QuickLink to secure slave’s wrist cuffs behind slave’s back and clipped His leash to slave’s collar. He lead me across the grounds and into the Victorian house to the front desk.

“Oh, my god,” someone new at the desk. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir, you just, or rather, she just took me by surprise.”

“That’s alright, Vicki, odalisque often has that effect on people, as you might imagine. She is quite exquisite, isn’t she?” Master again talking about me as if i was a statue. i could feel the flush sweep slave’s body.

“Yes, sir, she is very beautiful, and very nude.”

“Actually, Vicki, I’m not sure one can be very nude, I think one either is, or is not, but you are correct, odalisque unquestionably is nude. W/we are here to settle the bill, please.”

When Master completed the transaction it was just 3:00, the end of O/our allotted time. Master turned to lead me to the door and, wouldn’t you know, there were two couples who apparently didn’t want to miss a second of their time at the spa. As they walked in, the men and one woman just stood, staring. The second woman said, “Oh… oh… oh… my lord” and looked as if she might faint. Coincidentally, i was feeling much the same.

Vicki came around from behind the desk and guided the woman to a chair. Master addressed the three less stricken people, “We were just checking out. I hope you enjoy your experience as much as we did.”

As W/we passed through the door, i heard a man say, “Fat chance of that,” and Vicki saying that she would try to explain.

James was at the limo with the door open. Master released slave’s wrists and i entered the car. Master followed and James closed the door. James took his place behind the wheel and lowered the smoked glass partition, “Where can I take you, Mr. L?”

“We have a five o’clock reservation at Emilio’s, James.”

“Very good, Sir.”

The smoked glass window went up and i begged Master to allow His slave to suck His wonderful cock. i again lost all sense of time and place while i devoured Master’s magnificent cock.

James pulled the limo into Emilio’s parking lot at 5:02. Master stopped slave’s head, meaning W/we were at O/our destination. With some difficulty, i replaced Master’s rock hard cock in His pants. James opened the limo door and Master got out and offered His hand to help me out.

i had those butterflies, no, California Condors, in slave’s stomach. Emilio’s is a very nice, upscale Italian restaurant with a half dozen individual rooms, for couples, upstairs, but one has to walk the full length of the building, between the bar and the restaurant, to get to the stairs to the upstairs rooms.

Master asked James if he wanted to go somewhere else, or eat at Emilio’s bar, Master’s treat. James chose to eat at Emilio’s, of course. He opened the door and Master lead me into the rather dark, but not dark enough, restaurant. Emilio came up immediately, i was sure, to throw U/us out, but, “Steven, odalisque, how nice of you to join us tonight. We have a room ready for you with your wine chilled.”

“Thank you, Emilio. James will be eating in your lounge, please have it put on my bill.”

“But, of course, Steven.”

Enough of the pleasantries, i wanted to say, but of course did not. slave’s eyes were adjusting to the romantic lighting of the restaurant, and i could see that there were two or three tables occupied in the restaurant and a couple of men sitting at the bar.

Finally, Emilio turned and lead the way to the stairs. i didn’t look around, but concentrated on the stairs fifty miles, okay feet, ahead. i heard a man’s voice say, “I hope that she is the entertainment tonight,” and a woman say, “In your dreams, lover.”

Emilio lead U/us upstairs to a lovely little room with a table, two chairs and barely enough extra room for the waiter. He wished U/us “bon appetite” and left U/us. In a moment the waiter came in. He was either very professional, or had been forewarned, he didn’t bat an eye at the naked slave sitting at his table.

The waiter opened the sparkling wine and took Master’s order for the two of U/us. No sooner had he left, than a violinist came in. She was not quite as composed as the waiter had been. When she saw the naked slave she took a quick, short breath and looked quickly away. i heard her take another short, quick breath, and then apparently she felt able to engage U/us. “Good evening, and I understand congratulations are in order.” i watched her eyes move from the ring in slave’s nose, to the collar with the leash hanging down into slave’s lap, then to the rings through slave’s nipples and finally up to meet slave’s eyes. “Do you have any requests?”

“Whatever you would like to share with us will be just fine.” Master suggested. She played two pieces that i was not familiar with, and i am no music critic, but i think she made a couple of mistakes, but Master said she was probably distracted. She finished by playing “Love Changes Everything”.

The dinner was wonderful, and W/we took O/our time over it. When the waiter brought the bill he said, “I understand that the gentleman in the lounge is on your bill, as well, sir, is that correct?” Master assured him it was, and thanked him for checking. W/we sipped the last of the sparkling wine and Master left the money on the tray.

He stood and offered His hand, which i needed, to help me up. i could feel that slave’s legs were going to be uncertain, to say the least. Master opened the door and lead me the few feet down the hall to the stairs; so far so good.

Master stayed right next to me on the stairs. He seemed to have a sense that i was a little unsteady; more than a little, actually. W/we stepped out of the stair well and the restaurant was packed. i could feel slave’s legs buckle and apparently so could Master because He grabbed slave’s arm and helped me stay standing. i took a deep breath and clutched Master’s arm with both hands as W/we walked toward the front door.

i couldn’t tell if the restaurant fell silent, or if i just couldn’t hear anything over the thunder of slave’s heart beat in slave’s ears. W/we had walked about two thirds of the way to the door when i heard a voice, “Steven,… Steven.” Oh, please, don’t let that “Steven” be Master; but, of course, it was.

Again, “Steven,” and both Master and i spotted the source of the voice standing at a table in the lounge. Master turned toward the table. If anyone in the restaurant had not noticed U/us before, which i doubt, W/we were, now, the center of everyone’s attention.

Master lead me to the table where the man was standing. i didn’t dare let go of Master’s arm as i was sure i would collapse to the floor, but i only used the hand nearest Master. i was sure He would not want me to use the other one and, intentionally or not, cover slave’s breasts.

At the table Master extended His hand, “Matt, good to see you.”

“You too, Steven.” Matt gestured to his right, “This is Debbi, and Sean, and Lori.”

Master turned and looked into slave’s eyes, smiled and said, “And this is my wife, odalisque.” – My wife, odalisque.” what a wonderful phrase.”

i could, almost literally, feel the two women’s eyes searing slave’s skin. Sean got up and offered me his hand. i shook it, he shook Master’s hand, and sat back down. The two women said nothing, just stared at slave’s naked body. If it wasn’t hatred that i read in the women’s eyes, it certainly wasn’t love.

Emilio came from behind his dais, and i thought, okay, now W/we are going to get thrown out, but he said, “Should I bring two more chairs, Steven?” NO! For crying out loud can’t you see i’m naked here! No, i didn’t scream it, or even say it, but you can only imagine how much i wanted to.

“Oh, thank you, Emilio,” no Master, please, no (also unsaid), “but odalisque has had a very eventful and emotional weekend. I think I had better get her home.” Oh, thank you Master.

Master offered His hand to Matt, “Good to see you, Matt, nice to meet you Sean, ladies.” He turned and lead me toward the door. One of the women finally found her voice, “What a fuckin’ slut.”

Emilio joined U/us at the door, “Thank you Steven and odalisque for brightening my establishment.” He took slave’s hand and kissed it. i leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

James was at the car with the door open. i got in and Master followed. i didn’t suck Master’s sweet cock on the way home because it was just minutes away. When James opened the limo door in Master’s driveway and W/we got out, James said, “As usual, it’s been a pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. L.” He put a little emphasis on the “Mrs.”.

Wow, it’s true, i really am Master’s wife. “Thank you, James. i hope W/we will see you soon.

But in case i had any delusions that anything might be different, Master said, “odalisque, assume your position.”

i went to Master’s front porch, stood in the spot light, legs spread shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind slave’s neck and waited for Master to unlock, and open the door.

So ended Master’s wedding weekend. i love You Master/Husband.