“Put your hands in front of you,” Beta commanded. “Palms together.”
My arms shook as I obeyed, assuming a posture I knew had represented prayer and humility for millennia. Beta took my hands between his, and the warmth of his blue skin sent tingles up my arms.
His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “Jendra, I pledge to protect you from harm. I pledge to care for your wellbeing, both physical and emotional. I pledge to teach you the ways of submissive womanhood in subservience to your master’s pleasure, with patience and firmness in equal measure.”
The words should have horrified me. Instead, I felt something warm unfurl in my chest. He was promising to protect me. To care for me. Not just to use me like Omega had intended to do.
Sala squeezed my shoulder. “Now you, Jendra. Repeat after me: I vow to learn faithfully…”
“I vow to learn faithfully,” I echoed, my voice trembling.
“To serve pleasurably…”
“To serve pleasurably…” Heat flooded my face as I spoke the words.
“And to obey completely.”
I hesitated, the weight of what I was saying pressing down on me. This was it. The moment I formally surrendered myself.
“And to obey completely,” I finished in barely more than a whisper.
Beta released one of my hands and reached down to unfasten his tunic. My eyes widened as he freed his cock—that enormous blue shaft that I’d been trying not to think about since I’d first seen him.
“Kiss it,” he commanded.
The order was simple, direct, obscene. But something about the moment—the ceremony, the vows we’d just exchanged, the way he looked at me—made it feel sacred somehow. Not degrading like when Omega had forced himself into my mouth, but significant.
I leaned forward. My lips pressed against the head of his cock in a gentle kiss. To my surprise, I felt tears prick my eyes. Not from shame or fear, but from something else. Something that felt almost like… gratitude?
“Open your mouth,” Beta said. “Put out your tongue.”
When Omega had given similar commands, they’d felt like violations. But this… this felt different. Beta’s voice carried authority, yes, but also something warmer. As if he genuinely wanted me to want this.
I parted my lips and extended my tongue. Beta lowered his massive cock onto it, the weight substantial and warm. He looked down into my eyes, and I saw something in his gaze that made my heart skip—not just desire, but tenderness.
“By the authority vested in me by the laws of the Magisterian Federation,” he said formally, “I pronounce you my bonded concubine. Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your obedience belongs to me.”
A shiver ran through my entire body. It was done. I was his.
Sala’s voice came from beside us. “The next part of the ceremony demonstrates the concubine’s acceptance of correction.”
Beta withdrew his cock from my tongue and helped me to my feet. He took my right hand in his left and led me slowly to a sturdy chair in the corner of the discipline room.
“Oh, no…” I whispered. “Please… Master?”
I felt the absurdity of the rush of heat that had flooded into me at the sight of the chair. I knew I was going to be whipped, very soon. Whatever this little ceremony represented wouldn’t hold a candle to what Beta had planned. But the weight of the symbolism, as I remembered the painting in the museum, of the king punishing his wife precisely this way, seemed to make the moment too intimate and too significant.
But Beta drew me toward him, then guided me between his knees. With easy strength despite the resistance I couldn’t help putting up, my new master upended me over his left knee.
The vulnerability of the position made me whimper. My bare bottom was raised high, my legs dangling, completely at his mercy.
His hand came down on my right cheek with a sharp crack that made me gasp. Then the left. The pain was real but measured—firm enough to sting, not cruel enough to truly hurt.
Then his hand moved between my thighs, and I felt his palm cup my pussy completely. His thumb pressed against my anus, and I moaned at the intimate contact.
“This part of your body,” Beta said, his voice resonant with authority, “is my property. Your sweet cunt, your rosy bottom hole—they belong to me. And this is the place most appropriate for disciplining you when you misbehave.”
My face burned with mortification, but my pussy clenched against his palm in shameful arousal.
