“Will you wear my collar and be my submissive?Will you kneel for me and let me watch over you...and tell me when I go too far?”
It’s more than I’ve ever hoped for.It’s everything I want.“Yes
“Will you let me have you?All of you?”
“Yes.”I start to speak, and he rests a finger over my lips.He’s serious, giving me his vows.
“Will you let me worship you?”
“Yes.”
“Will you let me keep you?”
“Yes.”
“Will you let me love you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”I’m too excited.I slide off the chair and onto my knees to be with him.“Yes, sir.”
He laughs and lifts me again.We’re off to the bedroom, or the dungeon, or wherever he decides.It doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with him.
25
Rex
I’ve never enjoyed weddings.After years of delving into the dark secrets of New Rome citizens, I know too much.Everywhere I look in society, I see sinister motives bubbling under the superficial smiles.It’s hard to make small talk with the mayor’s wife when you know he’s cheating on her.
On the other hand, if someone was good and pure-hearted, they held no interest for me.
I didn’t trust any show of happiness.Most of it was fake, and when it was real, it was bland.
This wedding is different.This one is mine.I stand at the altar, vibrating with readiness.The guests murmur to each other in their seats, but I can’t hear or see anything.I’m waiting for Inara.
The string symphony starts up and the guests quiet.Inara appears, and my heart stops.
She’s breathtaking in a white sheath and gold jewelry.Her right hand now bears a ring with the Roy crest, the roaring lion.It’s obvious to everyone she belongs to me.
What the guests don’t know is that my wife’s ass has cane marks all over it.Remnants of our revelries last night.They don’t know that even now, she also wears a harness of soft white leather crisscrossing over her entire torso because she is rarely out of bondage anymore.They don't know that the golden circlet at her neck is really a collar.Or maybe they do.St.James is smirking in the corner.The bastard invited himself like we thought, and I don’t even care.
Inara walks toward me.I want to run to her.I want to banish all the guests and make her crawl to me.
Maybe later.
She meets my gaze, and the rest of the world ceases to exist.There’s only the two of us and our promise to each other.
Will you let me hold you?
Yes.
Will you let me collar you?
Yes.
Will you let me keep you?
Yes.
Every step she takes is another affirmation of her commitment to us.Yes, yes, yes.She draws near and I take her wrist, pulling her closer.The officiant starts officiating, but I can’t hear a word.I can only hear my little bird sayingI love youover and over again.
