written summer 2004.

The lawyer and a bride stripped bare

by Vanna Vechian

He made his move on a Monday, just last Monday. We were together talking, me at his feet, when he said he wanted me to be his full time slave and explained in broad terms what that meant.

Did I expect it? I cannot say 'no'. Yet the gravity of the offer rather astounded me all the same. All or nothing. 'Nothing', to say goodbye to him and let go of his love for me, was unthinkable, worse than death. 'All', to give my all to him, body and soul, to possess, use, share at will, his will, in keeping with or against my will, my only right being to walk away from him forever... This 'All' was so radical!

Our relationship had in effect become true BDSM. I was still a fashion student, however, and away from his side a fair bit for that purpose. Above all there was always the illusion that I could modify the nature of our relationship or tell him, 'No, not today, dear. I am tired and want to sleep.' Or 'No, my love, I am meeting a friend at the movies tonight.' Or 'I have fallen out of love with you. Let's stay friends.'

He saved me having to decide there and then but let me think about it for a few days, until Thursday night. I was not allowed to see him in the interim. The longest time I had not seen him for months. I was beside myself.

Those few days were not easy. I talked to a few of my closest friends, all of which were aware of the kinky nature of my relationship. Well, bondage and accepting pain were all the rage, a common way to sexually play. In fashion dressing rooms, quite public spaces, I had seen girls point out welts and scabs with pride. None of my friends meanwhile had thought of the ultimate consequence, absolute submission. (Like me! It sounds silly, but neither had I.) There were those that would not listen to me and distill what I really wanted, but could only argue against doing it. 'Giving yourself up, passing your destiny to another, when you are only 22 with a world of opportunities ahead of yourself, becoming effectively a prisoner, a puppet of a sadist no less, a plaything of his every whim, robbed of any will of your own, a thing...!' A thing, they were right. But they were wrong as well. My other friends understood this. Submission, to serve a man as a Master, to make the ultimate sacrifice, to even suffer for him, not for the purpose of rescuing him or any such emergency, but simply because it would please him... Anyway, I thought, what value is that 'will of my own'? As if I had great plans or ideas for myself and my future. But my motivation was not simply selfless. Passing control over to him, being restrained, being chastised turned me on, the pain became addictive. I got off on his ways, OK? Ecstasy and fulfillment though annihilation and denial and other paradoxes. Ach, those rationalisations...

Those other friends then, they listened to what I said and really wanted and helped me reach the obvious decision and formulate the answer to his question. 'Yes, I do.'

He had instructed me to call him late Thursday night and declare my 'yeh, nay' for once and for all.

My best friend holds my hand as I do so. She has seen me through the evening in a varying state of trepidation. I know what I want. Of course I know what I want. It is inescapable. But it is like having to pass through death in order to be reborn. I am relatively calm when I finally dial his number. Almost... almost done!

His voice: 'My dear, it is you. I cannot assume what you will answer. This is not the time to pressure you. So I ask you, humbly for once, my dear, will you accept me as the Master of your body, mind and soul for as long as we chose, on the solemn condition that I will respect and sustain you? My dear, tell me please, what is your answer?'

I clasp my friend's hand and she presses firmly back.

My voice: 'Yes, Master.'

I hear a distinct release of breath and then silence, silence... before his voice returns: 'I love you. I will be true to my word.

'I know you are not alone right now. Ask your friend to stay with you on your final night as a free woman. Let her cherish you and help you prepare for tomorrow. I want you to be at the offices of (lawyers' names) at (street) at 11 am. There you will formally submit to me by signing a contract. Within the hour a taxi will deliver to you the clothes you are to wear. Goodnight.'

(Click) ... before I could say anything else.

Now the floodgates of my tears truly open. My friend holds me and kisses me until there are no tears left. She then takes my head in her hands, looks me in the eyes and smiles, 'Hush, my sweet... I am sure you did what you had to do. Your life will not be easy, but it will satisfy you. Oh, my sweet...'

We sit together until the taxi delivers the promised parcel. She takes the delivery and brings me the parcel, which I unceremoniously tear open. Oh, what wonders!

A beautiful red dress made of the finest silk, sleeveless, short and tight fitting. A set of almost weightless silk underwear, sheer and delicately embroidered, red again. And, red once more, a set of hold-ups with embroidered tops and elegant pair of Italian 4" heels. I beam at my friend! What a great start of a new life!

My friend takes me to bed and caresses me. In time, I start to reciprocate her caresses and we make love, for the first and last time, gentle love from woman to woman before we fall asleep.

We woke up some 4 hours before I was due. My friend made us breakfast in bed, which we ate sitting naked opposite each other on the bed in an atmosphere of great intimacy. She then bathed me from head to toe and washed my hair. She shaved my armpits, my legs and my pubes. My entire body she oiled and she scented the intimate parts and my face. My hair, which was halfway down my back when loose, she braided beautifully in the Scandinavian style. She made up my eyes in delicate tones of blue, the colour of my eyes, and red, that of my dress, and finished off my face by painting my lips bright red. Like this, naked still, she toke me to my mirror. We agreed I was a perfect bride, a ripe young woman offering to be picked. Finally, she dressed me in His divine clothes.

His bride... what am I saying! I should not be romantic. Make no mistake: I was to be his slave! His slave, his private property. My will would only exist within the mesh of his.

She kissed and hugged me on the pavement where she put me in the taxi on the way to the lawyer's office.

I present myself at the reception and say my name. I am made to wait for a brief moment, until a woman comes to fetch me. She introduces herself as the legal secretary of (lawyer). I see the receptionist look at us. We form a pair of the greatest contrast: I, the pretty one, vividly dressed all in red with my long hair worn in a pretty braid and she, attractive still, but dressed in a very business-like grey suit of skirt and jacket with a light blue blouse, and her hair up in a bun. I, a picture of youth, and she 35 to 40, I'd think.

Secretary

From what my boss has told me we’ll have a novelty today. Sort of like marrying two people. But he said I might be shocked. The woman would more or less sell her soul to the man, who also is a lot older. Why always the woman in the stupid, inferior role?

Now this is her. Naļve. Beautiful. Not stupid. Dressed like a girl in a pretty red party dress. She is young for sure, but a fully developed woman and well endowed. She could get any man she cares to have. But she is not the conqueror’s type. Or perhaps it is just the nerves of getting married that makes her withdrawn, inhibited. Although she looks at me intently. She is not stupid.

We must go. The men are waiting.

She brings me up a grand staircase and along a corridor lined with heavy oak doors to the door at the end. She flashes me a smile, knocks and opens the door. With a welcoming gesture she lets me in, then follows me and closes the door. Master! A wave of emotion rolls up inside of me. He has been talking to another man, the lawyer, as I have to assume. Both are dressed in smart suits. They now look at me, kindly, but betraying no emotion. I take a step towards Master in order to greet him, kiss him, embrace, and throw myself at him... but he gestures I should not. The lawyer briefly comes up to me to shake hands and introduce himself with a bow and a smile. He then turns to Master and invites him to sit down in an easy chair to the right side of his desk. He proceeds and sits behind his desk. Both face me. The secretary meanwhile has sat down behind a desk to the left of his, at right angles and somewhat in the background. I was left standing and did not dare to go and occupy any of the vacant chairs.

The lawyer speaks.

'(My name), you are here to accept and sign a contract of slavery between yourself and (Master's name), whom I shall refer to as Master when addressing you, according to his wishes.

'I have explained to Master and will now explain to you that this contract will not stand up in court, since slavery is illegal. My secretary and I however will witness that you will agree to this contract in a sound state of mind and that you have understood all that it contains. This will remove any prospect of claiming damages from or seeking to indict Master if you would ever change your mind. He through me also lets you know that he will disown you if you default on your agreement and signature.

'You are aware that the purpose of this session is for you both to accept and sign the contract?'

I nod, but he says, 'You need to speak, (my name), for your answer to be legally acceptable. Are you aware of the purpose?'

'Yes!' My voice is loud and shrill.

'Very well. You know that the contract essentially removes all rights to self-possession from you and transfers these to Master. This removal is quite absolute and not intended as play. Are you really sure that you want this? Are you freely and in your right mind making this decision, without unlawful pressure of any kind? Please speak.'

'Yes, I want it...' I say and softly add, '... gladly.'

'Then in principle you are now his in the full sense of the word. Before we shall hear the full extent of the contract aloud...'

... I break into a cold sweat... read out loud all details of what he will require of me, which no doubt includes sexual services, in the presence of these strangers... I should have realised...

'... Master has requested he'd address you for the first time in his new and absolute capacity. (Master's name), go right ahead.'

Master stands up, thanks the lawyer and turns his gaze to me. To me! I warm! What will he say to me, in my new capacity...? When he speaks, he says in an even tone of voice, quenching my warmed, romantic heart - be gone! Be gone!, 'My slut, you are shameless. Show this to our witnesses and me. Disrobe.'

'But...,' I plead with him, struck by this sudden request - no, any request now is an order! - glancing quickly at the lawyer and the secretary, at her especially...

He comes up close, but does not touch me. Nor does he shout when he repeats, 'My slut, disrobe for me and our witnesses.'

I look at him with tears in my eyes. I cannot disobey his very first order, but am beyond myself with embarrassment when I reach to the back of my dress and pull down the zipper. He has sat down again and watches me push the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I step out of my shoes and the dress, loosely fold it up and put it and the shoes to the side. I feel very, very cold in my underwear and stockings.

I have been naked in public before, sure, but always in safe scenes amongst scene people. Of course, I knew what embarrassment was at those times, but at the same time realised and accepted that that was the point. It was play. But here, in a business environment it is real and I am confronted with the biggest overbearing shame in my life. Oh, would I be able to vanish into thin air, I would. My face is beet red. It is especially the presence of a fellow woman - who I feel must despise the fallen me! Yet a glance at her does not reveal this. Her composure stuns me.

Secretary

I don’t know what to think. Should I laugh or cry? Should I be angry and then at whom? At the “Master”, who exploits the hold he has on her, calling her ‘slut’, the poor dear? At my boss, who must have known what was coming? He did the contract himself without my help. At the girl, who simply does what she is told? It is so embarrassing and not only to her. I am not very hung up about nudity, but I am about exploitation of, indeed, fellow women. And yet she does it “in a sound mind.” She does not seem drugged. Is it possible that she loves him this much? Is it possible that she loves the exploitation? Masochism exists and has existed before it got in vogue. Even I have been tied up and teased.

She keeps looking at me. She naturally is looking for an ally. Don’t know. I don’t want to openly side with her against the men. They should not think all women are like this. No, it is better not to show any reaction at all. I am not sure I want to talk to my boss about this at all later, but certainly not from a defensive position.

Oh, God, this girl will be naked soon and all her attributes for grabs. Beautiful attributes, yes....

'Go on!' shocks me back into action. I bend over and strip down first the left and then the right stocking, neatly fold each of them in turn and put it on the dress. I am so cold! But I go on and undo the clip of my bra behind my back, naturally with my shoulders curved back and my breasts pert, slide the shoulder straps down with my back curved forward and my breasts pressed together and take the pretty bra off. It follows the way of my stockings. My breasts are now evicted from their safe haven and exposed for all to see. Should my nipples not be erect? Should I not be aroused by these moments? I am ashamed! When I finally remove the panties I am stark naked and have not even pubic hair to protect me. I mechanically fold the panties and put them down with the rest.

'Slut, put your heels back on. Pick up that stack of clothing and bring it to the secretary's desk. I will issue instructions to her on what to do with them later. You have worn them for the very last time.'

I am very conscious of my bare butt and swinging breasts as I bend over and pick up my clothes. I am sure all eyes have been on me all the while; they certainly are now when I take the few steps towards the woman's desk. Her gaze is so frightfully composed and gentle. Friendly even, which puts me off, as it is professional and slick. She takes that little stack of my new and glorious clothes that no doubt are still warm, and thanks me - those clothes in honour of him that had to be discarded so soon. She thanks me! For what?

Secretary

I amaze myself by my business-like behaviour. As if there were nothing unusual about putting clothes “you will never wear again” in an envelope in front of the woman who has just been stripped of them.

“Thank you.” I had to say something. The instructions “to her on what to do with them”... Keep them here? Give them to him? To her not, I’d think. To take them home with me? I don’t think so. Unless to give them to charity. To my boss? He’d wish! I will find out.

Meanwhile there is a beautiful and naked woman here. I am affected by her presence.

'Slut, you look beautiful. I want you obscene. Show your all. Assume the display position, feet apart and hands behind your neck. Our witnesses will see that you do this without force by me, with you in sound mind.'

My tits and cunt in good view - I am using words that Master and I am sure the lawyer would use. I see both men in front of me looking at me intently, but both are so composed otherwise. It is unnerving. And the woman? She is in the corner of my eye... so hard to tell... Oh, let me assume they all, the men and the woman, are admiring me. They may lust after me, as long as they admire me. I may spell sex to them, no more, as long as they respect and enjoy me at least in that capacity. That is why I am not so sure about the woman. She is less likely to lust after me and may project that I am wasting myself and may therefore despise me.

'Finally, slut, you will briskly pace to the wall to the right of you, then to (secretary)'s desk on the left and finally up close to (lawyer)'s. Briskly because I want your parts bouncing. At her desk and subsequently at his, you will turn your back and bend over deeply, whilst pulling your buttocks apart. Again they will witness that you do this freely and in sound mind.'

Freely and in a sound mind... I am wondering about my mind. I will do it, freely, so much is certain. Can I draw on the knowledge that I am beautiful and clean? And the fact that I have done a little modeling and have been striding a mile or two on the catwalk? Let me just pretend that that is what I do now. I fix my eyes on infinity and walk towards the intended wall, turn and walk to the secretary at the other side of the room, placing one foot in front of the other and swaying my hips ... I then make half a pirouette in front of her, throw my left leg away from the other like a acrobat and in one continuous motion flex my torso forward. My hands fly to my buttocks and pull them apart.

Stop! This is not what a model would do, show her anus! Between my legs I see the secretary look at me in the most neutral of ways, while at the same time my head turns beet red. Is it just from the blood flowing down? One, two... up the model goes and she strides the few steps back to her original position facing the lawyer, turns around... Oh, my mother, I find myself with a glowing head upside down, looking at the lawyer from between my legs and pulling my buttocks apart again. His gaze is composed, not leering, but still far from neutral and full of interest. Oh...! Go on... One, two... up I go. Freely and in a sound mind, with a red face I turn around, spread my legs, move my hands to my neck and face him and Master once more.

Secretary

I have never seen anything like this in several senses. I am shocked. This girl showed her anus to me and then to my boss. To show her vagina, fair enough, but the real taboo is on the anus. I have never even looked at mine!

But I try to show no reaction. I have talked about that already. Oh, I would react if I were on my own with her. How? Possibly according to all seasons: embarrassment, interest, sympathy, disgust, anger, enjoyment… in whatever order. I might have walked up to her and touch her or ask to look closer.

I feel associated with her as a fellow woman. And the power of the naked female form is overwhelming.

Associated, yes. That does not mean I have come close to understanding her. The Master’s motives are clear: to own and use. He will beat her in the interest of owning her and humiliate her. To be owned and used, beaten and humiliated, why? Maybe I will never know. But I can’t despise her.

The lawyer speaks. 'I have prepared the contract document with your Master. I will now hand this to you. Please...' He stands up and holds out a thin stack of paper. I cannot hold his gaze when I inch forward and take it from him... muttering 'Thank you...'

'The document is a series of articles that define the relationship between you and Master and each address a condition or an activity you are obliged to fulfill or perform, or in contrast not fulfill or abstain from. You will read each article aloud first and then we shall briefly check your understanding thereof. Is that clear?'

'Yes, Sir, it is.' I break in a cold sweat. Not only will all details of my humiliation be spelled out to the lawyer and the woman, but also it will be I that will do so. It is now that wish to walk out of the room and disappear surges up. I actually make half a step in that direction, but stop myself before Master or the lawyer does. I look at Master and think I see a little smile. What is the sense of leaving this office and then the building in my present naked state? I truly have no option.

EDITOR'S note: The following quotations from the contract are supposed to give the gist of it, and the spirit including the mind numbing detail, but do not pretend to be the complete contract.

My voice is choking and in short burst I read out, 'I, (my name), present at (lawyer's) office on (date) in the presence of (master), (secretary) and (lawyer), hereby declare I hereby pass all rights to my body and my mind to (master), all but the right to have my body maintained in a sound and healthy condition. (Master) takes upon himself the obligation to ensure this.

'My principal duty is to give pleasure to Master in any way or form possible whilst within my sole right above. He may transfer his right to my duties to anyone he sees fit; on the condition he has the assurance that my right will be respected.

'Master may control my body, its positions, motions and functions and its appearance at all times and absolutely, within my sole right. This means that I take no action without his order or consent, no matter how minor, that I obey his every order, that he may modify my appearance temporarily or permanently, whether by tattooing, piercing, cutting or branding or any other means, except by amputation or similar. My clothing or lack thereof is under his absolute control. Any offences will lead to punishment as Master sees fit.

Here the lawyer interrupted me. 'These articles are fairly obvious I would suggest. You are to do all he commands or allows, no more, no less. Is that clear? Will you manage?'

'Yes, Sir, it is clear. I will try hard to manage.'

'Will you accept punishment as he sees fit if you don't?'

'I do.'

'Fine.

'The next few articles merely refine the general ones we have just gone through and are therefore redundant one might say. They have been added to illustrate, so that there is no comeback later, in the sense that you cannot later claim that it was unreasonable to expect you to have to perform them or similar.

'Please read on.'

I become hot and cold at the same time and once more have great difficulty to read what comes next. Numerous articles spelling out each and every sex act imaginable. Master must have had a sadistic pleasure compiling this list, knowing how he would embarrass me here.

'I am to know the Gorean body positions and assume them at a spur when ordered to do so, wherever, whenever, in whichever circumstance.'

'I am not to wear any undergarments, except a bra in exceptional circumstances, at his discretion, when not wearing one would accelerate the sagging of my breasts.'

'I am not to wear trousers of any description.'

'I shall orally service Master or any person of his choice at any time or place.'

The lawyer, 'Is the term oral service clear to you? If so, please explain.'

I cannot meet his eyes. 'Sir, it is clear to me. Truly. Let me just go on.'

'No, the terms concerned do not possess a unique meaning, regretfully. We require you to explain. Please...'

I nearly shout, 'Sir, why? You know very well what it means and that I know it!' I instantly knew that I should have known better than to say this.

Master rises and comes up to me. He sternly looks at me and then suddenly slaps my left cheek and then my right. 'Say it or I will have you provide the service here and now to all three of us!'

My eyes are filled with tears at this injustice. The thought shoots through my mind that indeed I would rather service all three of them than say what he wants me to say. I am sane enough, however, to know that it would not be 'either, or', so I do as he wishes.

'I am to take my Master's cock in my mouth and fondle it until he comes in my mouth, whenever he wishes. I am to do the same to any man he offers me to. I am to similarly pleasure any woman he cares to have me service.'

'How will you fondle your Master's member?'

'But... Alright... I will use my hands and tongue... and my lips and teeth.'

'Will you stop short of any person your Master offers to you, young or old, man or woman, washed or not?'

'I will service any person my Master offers me to... gladly. I just...' I halt, fearful to speak, my eyes turned to the floor.

'Finish your sentence, please. You just what?'

'Oh... I hope they do not think I am a whore! I hope they do not despise me!'

'And if they do despise you? What consequences will you draw?'

'I... I don't know. I'd feel dreadful, humiliated! I will do anything, the lowest... but want to be appreciated!'

'You will break the contract if you refuse. Are you aware of that?'

'Yes, Sir. I will try my very best.'

'You break the contract if you do not succeed. But the point is clear. Go on.'

'I shall on my part allow myself to be serviced by Master or any person of his choice at any time or place, orally or with whatever devices he or she wishes.'

'I shall masturbate in front of Master or any person or persons of his choice at any time or place.'

'I am to be prepared to at any time lift my skirt or dress and upon the order present my vaginal and anal openings to any beholder. Likewise I am to present my mouth to any beholder.'

'I am to be prepared to undress wholly or partly as my Master sees fit, whenever or wherever, whether in private, or in company, or in public.'

The lawyer, 'You have given evidence of the last two articles in this very office a few minutes ago. Very well.'

'Master or any person or persons the Master cares to allow this to will have the right to enter me through any of my three orifices, no matter where or when, whether lubricated or not, for any duration, no matter the number of persons, provided Master has assured himself that the risk of me getting venereally infected is as low as possible and I otherwise stay within my right.

I may be restrained, confined or blindfolded, whether dressed or naked, at any place or time or for any duration, whether on display or privately, provided I stay within my sole right.'

I may be subjected to any kind of pain, by any means and for any duration but within the sole right I have, whether at the hands of my Master or at those of any person or persons he sees fit.'

'Parties are released from this contract in one of two ways below. Release means that Master will denounce me, (my name), and will sever any contact with me, completely and forever. I will have to leave his house forever within four (4) hours, may take the clothes I possess and will be given access to a checking-account holding an amount of $ 10,000, if this release happens after at least one (1) year following commencement of this contract on (today's date). Any other worldly possessions will be sent to me within twenty-four (24) hours, inasmuch as I cannot carry them off there and then, at any address specified. I will have no right to claim damages from what I have experienced at the hands of Master, including but not limited to my body modifications, if my body is generally in a sound and healthy state. Arbitration on whether the body is indeed generally in a sound and healthy state will be possible by two physicians appointed by myself and Master respectively and, if necessary, a third appointed by both Master and myself.

'The two ways to be released are:

'One - At my initiative, for whatever reason I have. I then forfeit any right to him, his love and attention and will not see him again.

'Two - At Master's initiative, whether for punishment or any other reason he may have.'

Signed,

(my name) (Master's name)

in the presence of the following witnesses, (lawyer) and (secretary)

on (date) at (location, lawyer's office)

And there, I am done. No more lines to read. I, but also the witnesses now know what cage of rules I am to be confined in. For my sake, I am glad. Total commitment to him. Lord knows I want that. But to have done it here... All three pairs of eyes directly at my naked self - they have seen my al. Most importantly my Master's eyes - he is satisfied. I am sure he loves me and appreciates what I have just done. The lawyer's - I am certain, lusting after me, wishing he had such an easy toy. He has no idea, I think, what it means to me, or even to Master.

The secretary's - I'd have to say thoughtful behind their amazing formality. I cannot say any more, based on observation. I was a little too emotionally wound up to pay a lot of attention to her. I can only speculate. Is she simply worried she lose her job and therefore soldiers on? Oh, I dread her condemnation or even her pity. Her embarrassment I can accept; her envy I'd love! Perhaps she does not know what her feelings are either. I suspect it is a first for her as well, since the lawyer had to explain what I was there for.

Secretary

I have to seriously think. The list of things she had to do and leave is mind numbing. The initial shock – what horrible, degrading, self-sacrificing life! – wears off. Oh yeah, I get the idea. Great consistency. No territory unchartered. Of her body, yes, but the destination is her mind of course.

Then the thought occurred to me, could I remotely see myself in that position? All primal emotion? What will happen to the mind? Would I be like a dog, with no world of thoughts at all, just instinct? That is almost attractive. Easy. Mmmm… But even a dog would not suffer to be beaten into submission. It would bite.

The lawyer once more pulls me back from reveries. '(My name) and (Master's), your agreement is now fully in place. Master has requested that you, (my name), first sign the contract and then kiss it. Then he signs it and kisses you. Finally, my secretary and I will sign it as your witnesses and hence congratulate you both.

'(My name), please come up to my desk and sign the contract. There are three copies, the first pair of which Master and you take home and the third which I will keep and store.'

The moment! I go over to his desk, on which he has placed the two copies, taking the copy of the contract I have read. I am aware of my ass, my breasts that slightly swing and the lawyer's look when I bend over once again and sign all copies. Bending over even more, I kiss the copies. I see I leave faint lipstick marks on the paper. Drawing myself up, I return to my place.

'Very well.

'You, (Master's name), please come up and fulfill your duties.'

Master takes a chair and sits down to sign the documents. His signatures in place seal my fate. He then rises quietly and turns to me.

'My dearest, mine fully and totally...' and he takes me in his arms and gives me the most intense kiss of my life, one hand around my back and the other clutching my crotch from behind. Oh, dear! I could have died in bliss.

We do stop and find both our witnesses ready and patiently waiting for us. The lawyer softly instructs the secretary on where to sign and then signs himself. The lawyer then pronounces me the absolute slave and property of my Master.

'And may I be the first to congratulate you?'

No answer was required. He immediately went up to Master and shook his hand placing the other hand on his shoulder with a beaming smile. He then turned to me, looked me deep into my eyes and wished me luck. Turning to Master, he said, 'May I?', to which Master replied, 'Of course.'

To my amazement the lawyer engaged me in a full embrace, with a hand on my ass cheek and the other on the back of my shoulder, very much like Master just did, and kissed me on the lips. Yes, briefly, and no, his tongue did not enter me, but I felt used and defiled, objectified. Lord knows what he would have done had his secretary not been present. She - I love her for this! - ... she came up to me before the lawyer had finished and gently took my hand. When he finished his kiss, he gave her a puzzled glance. On her part she looked at me very solemnly for a short, long while, before she planted two kisses on my cheeks. 'I wish you well.' Only then she went to Master and simply, silently and formally shook his hand.

Secretary

OK. If my dear boss misbehaves then at least I have to show a bit of sympathy. I do wish her well.

I could not have stopped her had I wanted to, but I can wish her well. That there is happiness to be had for her I can remotely imagine. Happiness, is that a suitable description? Sounds too sweet and innocent. Perhaps she will reach her destiny and be content. This sounds better.

Then that man. Maybe I should wish him well too, if he is the one that brings her to her destiny. But I will never understand the selfish part of his motives.

Thank God she stayed, and was allowed to stay, when Master and the lawyer shared a double Scotch over a chat, at times looking at me and looking me over. The secretary had just withdrawn in her corner and worked. I simply stood there and waited for Master's permission to sit down, which never came.

The moment arrived when Master finally made ready for leaving. He asked the secretary whether she had a legal envelope and would she put my clothes inside and seal it? I was ready to cry out, 'Master!' but managed to swallow the words and merely uttered a great gasp. Was I to leave here naked? She complied and we watched her neatly sliding my stack of bridal clothes into the large envelope and sealing it - I stone cold - and handed it to Master. To me she then handed my raincoat - eternal bliss! - which I gratefully put on. Even if the raincoat had a deep V-neck so that it was obvious I was not wearing anything underneath, it meant the world to me. My heels still lay near the lawyer's desk. Putting them on, I was dressed.

Master received our contracts and bade both the lawyer and his secretary goodbye. Taking me by the arm he ushered me out. My parting glance was at the secretary, who answered it.

Secretary

That last look I exchanged with the girl I will never forget. She was dead tired. No wonder. An emotional rollercoaster, if there ever was one. I doubt if I will ever know how she will be doing. I will not ask my boss. It will be very hard. Let her be content.

We are all tired after this. My boss took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. ‘Phew. I think I will take the rest of the day off after this. You do the same if you want to.’

After he left, I picked our copy of the contact for filing and sat down to read it. What fate! What atrocities! I cried .

The journey back to home in the taxi is a blur in my memory. There were the eyes of the taxi driver in the rearview mirror; there was a protective Master. I remember Master fucked me long and hard in my rear when we got there. That is how my life as a total submissive started, a life so fulfilling, yet so difficult.

He at some point gave me the envelope with the clothes I wore during the ceremony. I keep it in my dresser, still sealed of course, the lace panties visible through the addressing window in the envelope. How I feel looking at it? At times the realisation of what I did that day hits me like a sledgehammer and I cry. But it was my fate and I had to follow it.