may we always give thanks for
our blessings and the pleasure of our shared lifestyle.
When Keisha looked up at Matt, she felt
tears streaming down her cheeks. His smile confirmed the love she’d seen in
every line of the document he’d once told her he’d borrowed in part from
traditional marriage contracts that were part of Jewish wedding ceremonies.
She’d felt his love before, in his
submission and in the dominance he’d been forced to assume when he’d thought he
might lose her. She’d felt it in his concern that he might hurt her when he
took sexual control, and in his gentle care for her when she was ill. She felt
it now more than ever, in the simple promise she’d never expected that he’d
include.
Slave vows to take every possible step
to enable his Mistress to bear his child.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It may not work, you know,
and if it does I’ll be a basket case before it happens, but I know you’ll be
there telling me it will be okay. That I won’t end up being an abuser like my
dad.”
“You won’t. Since your recollaring’s set
for,” she glanced at the contract, “April sixth, what say we head on to Rebels’
Roost since that’s today.”
Matt laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Epilogue
Her breath caught in her throat as she
stood before Tawny and Jack, Coach Zanardi and Susan, and Sid and Talia. Close
friends who’d come to see them renew their commitment to the lifestyle they
shared.
This time she’d left off the bodysuits that
had been her costumes in the dungeon ever since she’d decided to play as a
Domme. Her nakedness no longer bothered her because her beloved slave thought
her beautiful. She was still a big, statuesque woman—his gorgeous Amazon he
called her—but she no longer shrank from curious eyes when she played here with
her lover, her Master and now her slave. Because he saw her as desirable, she
felt that way and stood proudly for all to see.
Her cunt clenched with anticipation when
she saw him in the spotlight, beautifully naked head to toe as he’d promised
he’d be. His olive skin glowed as if he’d oiled it, tempting her to touch and
caress every square inch of the baby-smooth skin that covered all his buff,
massive muscles. “Come to me.” The gold barbell in his ampallang piercing
sparkled and drew her gaze to his massive erection.
As he’d done before, he knelt before her,
holding out the leash he’d never put on her during the time they’d switched
places. He bent his head, lifted one of her bare feet to his lips and drew each
toe into his mouth. It felt good—even better this time than it had before.
“Do you want to be my slave, to love, honor
and obey me in all things?”
He lifted his head and met her gaze, a look
of eagerness in his expressive, brown eyes. “I want that above all else,
Mistress.”
She returned his smile. He was so much more
comfortable in his submissive skin now. “Why?”
“Because I’m a sexual submissive. I want
all our friends here to know I’m your loving, obedient slave, that you control
my mind and my cock.” He couldn’t have said the words six years ago, but now
they seemed to flow easily from his lips.
No longer needing to show the witnesses how
she had assumed control of his body, she dispensed with the humiliation that
she’d insisted upon six years ago. “I accept your submission,” she said,
stroking the crown of his freshly shaved head. “This is my collar, to wear
whenever we play.”
When he leaned toward her she fastened the
collar that had been unused for over a year around his thick, corded neck.
Instead of inserting the lock in its hasp she set it aside. Their relationship
no longer required her to make a show of force—or coercion. “I love you, more
than I ever thought I could love anybody.”
“And I love you, Mistress. You’ve given me
happiness I never thought I deserved.” He handed her the leash and helped her
snap it onto the hasp of his
our blessings and the pleasure of our shared lifestyle.
When Keisha looked up at Matt, she felt
tears streaming down her cheeks. His smile confirmed the love she’d seen in
every line of the document he’d once told her he’d borrowed in part from
traditional marriage contracts that were part of Jewish wedding ceremonies.
She’d felt his love before, in his
submission and in the dominance he’d been forced to assume when he’d thought he
might lose her. She’d felt it in his concern that he might hurt her when he
took sexual control, and in his gentle care for her when she was ill. She felt
it now more than ever, in the simple promise she’d never expected that he’d
include.
Slave vows to take every possible step
to enable his Mistress to bear his child.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It may not work, you know,
and if it does I’ll be a basket case before it happens, but I know you’ll be
there telling me it will be okay. That I won’t end up being an abuser like my
dad.”
“You won’t. Since your recollaring’s set
for,” she glanced at the contract, “April sixth, what say we head on to Rebels’
Roost since that’s today.”
Matt laughed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Epilogue
Her breath caught in her throat as she
stood before Tawny and Jack, Coach Zanardi and Susan, and Sid and Talia. Close
friends who’d come to see them renew their commitment to the lifestyle they
shared.
This time she’d left off the bodysuits that
had been her costumes in the dungeon ever since she’d decided to play as a
Domme. Her nakedness no longer bothered her because her beloved slave thought
her beautiful. She was still a big, statuesque woman—his gorgeous Amazon he
called her—but she no longer shrank from curious eyes when she played here with
her lover, her Master and now her slave. Because he saw her as desirable, she
felt that way and stood proudly for all to see.
Her cunt clenched with anticipation when
she saw him in the spotlight, beautifully naked head to toe as he’d promised
he’d be. His olive skin glowed as if he’d oiled it, tempting her to touch and
caress every square inch of the baby-smooth skin that covered all his buff,
massive muscles. “Come to me.” The gold barbell in his ampallang piercing
sparkled and drew her gaze to his massive erection.
As he’d done before, he knelt before her,
holding out the leash he’d never put on her during the time they’d switched
places. He bent his head, lifted one of her bare feet to his lips and drew each
toe into his mouth. It felt good—even better this time than it had before.
“Do you want to be my slave, to love, honor
and obey me in all things?”
He lifted his head and met her gaze, a look
of eagerness in his expressive, brown eyes. “I want that above all else,
Mistress.”
She returned his smile. He was so much more
comfortable in his submissive skin now. “Why?”
“Because I’m a sexual submissive. I want
all our friends here to know I’m your loving, obedient slave, that you control
my mind and my cock.” He couldn’t have said the words six years ago, but now
they seemed to flow easily from his lips.
No longer needing to show the witnesses how
she had assumed control of his body, she dispensed with the humiliation that
she’d insisted upon six years ago. “I accept your submission,” she said,
stroking the crown of his freshly shaved head. “This is my collar, to wear
whenever we play.”
When he leaned toward her she fastened the
collar that had been unused for over a year around his thick, corded neck.
Instead of inserting the lock in its hasp she set it aside. Their relationship
no longer required her to make a show of force—or coercion. “I love you, more
than I ever thought I could love anybody.”
“And I love you, Mistress. You’ve given me
happiness I never thought I deserved.” He handed her the leash and helped her
snap it onto the hasp of his
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