The slave told her family she eloped; her new husband and she were off on her honeymoon.
It was a necessary lie. What she was doing was far more important, far deeper and dearer to her than having family she barely knew and friends who didn't know the real her come to an expensive party with meaningless rituals. No, her Master had more exciting plans, and her family could never know.
Slave girls readied her for the ceremony, weaving several silver chains in her hair, rubbing scented lotion all over her naked flesh, attaching the leash to her metal collar.
When they had her prepared, they presented her to the man who was to walk her down the aisle, a known and respected member of the BDSM community. "Are you ready for your Master, slave?" he asked.
She nodded solemnly, eyes downcast, humble as a good slave should be.
"Crawl to your master," he said, and she obeyed, handing him the leash and dropping slowly to her hands and knees. Slowly, sensually, she crawled along the aisle, watched by people who knew her for who she was, understood her desires, understood the fulfillment absolute obedience and commitment to a master gave to her. The rules, the structure, the discipline, the aftercare...they knew. They were more a part of her world than any family she had, and she was unashamed to be so vulnerable and on display in front of them.
She kept her eyes just ahead of her on the floor, but from a distance, her Master stood in her field of vision. She suppressed a smile, but the sight of him, the memory of her time with him filled her with excitement and longing. As she neared, she bowed her head in respect, waiting for the leash to go into his hand. When it did, she did as they rehearsed: she got on her knees, sat back on her feet, and kept her head bowed as he stood next to her, facing the officiant.
"Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Dommes, slaves and submissives, and those in between," began the officiant, "we come together today to witness this woman give herself to this man completely. From this day until they have no more breath in them, he will remain her Master.
"Sir, do you promise to be her Master, to take full responsibility for enforcing the rules you have agreed upon, honoring her hard limits, caring for her safety and emotional well-being, and treating her as your valued property until your death or hers?"
"I do," the Master replied.
"Slave, do you promise to love, honor, obey, and worship your master, respecting him at all times in all places, and deferring to him in all decisions, except those he allows you to make?"
"I do," the slave responded, head still bowed.
"By the power vested in my by the state, I know pronounce you husband and wife, Master and slave. You may do with her as you will."
Her Master led her down the aisle, crawling as she did before, all eyes on her naked body. As vulnerable and exposed as she was, she never felt more secure.
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