To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (20 page)

Amelia and Victoria removed her dress and stripped her naked. They then led her into the shower cubicle, where they washed her. Rachel didn’t need to do anything, and she smiled as the women’s hands softly massaged her body. Even though it wasn’t sexual, there was something sensual about being washed by two women, and Rachel relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the experience of being pampered.

When she had been washed, shaved, exfoliated and moisturized, Amelia and Victoria dressed her in a white, see-through gown, leaving her completely naked beneath. She would be barefoot, with no makeup, perfume or jewelry. The only thing she would be wearing, apart from the flimsy scrap of material on her body, was a crown of thorns on her head.

Finally, she was ready. Amelia kissed her lightly on the lips, and Victoria gave her a warm hug, before opening the door and leading her out.

Rachel’s stomach tightened as she heard the low murmur of voices in the main bar, and her legs trembled as she put one foot in front of the other. This was way scarier than walking down the aisle of a church.

She turned to Amelia on her left and whispered in her ear, “Why do I feel like I’m a sacrificial lamb being led to the altar?”

Amelia grinned and replied, “Because you are, my dear.”

“Thanks,” she muttered under her breath, and tried to steady herself as they got closer to the hum of voices.

When she was eventually led into the huge bar area, she was astounded by how many people there were, all standing in a semi-circle with a large space in the middle.
Oh, God!
She somehow hadn’t been expecting such a big crowd, and her stomach twisted with nerves as Amelia and Victoria paraded her around in front of the crowd, displaying her for all to see.

Then they led her over to where Adam was standing and her heart literally jumped into her mouth. Suddenly the nerves vanished as she felt she’d come home—to her Master.

Amelia and Victoria pushed her gently onto her knees in front of him and she bowed her head as she knelt by his feet. She couldn’t see what was going on around her, but she heard footsteps approach and stop next to Adam.

Then she heard Luke’s voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, Masters, Doms, Dommes, subs and slaves. Have I forgotten anyone?”

There was hushed laughter from the crowd before Luke continued, “I’d like to welcome you to this very special occasion where Adam Stone will collar his new wife in front of everybody here. As you all know, the meaning of the collar varies according to different people, but the one thing that never changes is the fact that the collar is a symbol of absolute love, trust and ownership.

“It’s an honor for any submissive to wear her Master’s collar, but it’s just as much an honor for that Master to have earned enough trust and respect from their submissive, that they agree to wear that collar.

“Adam and Rachel do not have a twenty-four-seven Master/slave relationship and have therefore decided not to be too formal tonight. There will be no rituals, no blood or hand tying. But there will be promises made which are just as heartfelt and binding as those of any other collaring ceremony.”

The crowd remained completely silent when Luke stopped talking and Rachel’s heart pounded so loudly that she was sure everyone could hear it.

Then she heard Adam’s voice. “Rachel, you may look up now.”

As she looked up at his face, all the nervous energy that had been torturing Rachel a moment ago, turned into glorious submissiveness, and she hoped that Adam could see it in her eyes. He smiled down at her and she knew that he did see it.

“I just want to say how lucky I am to have found this beautiful lady, who has not only become my wife, but has agreed to wear my collar as my permanent submissive.” His voice was deep, velvety and tinged with undisguised emotion. “I feel truly honored by her gift of submission and promise to always treasure and nurture it.”

Amelia approached then, carrying the collar, which Rachel hadn’t seen yet. As Amelia handed it to Adam, Rachel gasped when she finally saw it. It was a replica of the collar on the picture he’d drawn of her, which now had pride of place in their bedroom. The silver, choker-style necklace was encrusted with tiny diamonds, and was simple and elegant. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at it and Adam smiled, understanding her emotion.

“Rachel, I promise that I will always love you and treasure you as both my wife and my submissive. I will always strive to be worthy of your love and submission, and will look after you and protect you. Your needs will always be my main concern, and I promise to respect and meet those needs as best I can. I am deeply honored by your complete trust in me and I promise never to betray that trust. This collar is a symbol of my love and ownership of you. Although we have agreed that this ownership does not involve a twenty-four-seven Total Power Exchange, it does mean that, even when we’re not actively playing, you are mine in mind, body and spirit. Rachel, do you accept this collar as a symbol of my ownership of you?”

Rachel was so moved by his words that she struggled to reply. “Yes, Master. I do,” she said, hoping her voice was audible.

Adam smiled, leaned down and placed the collar around her neck, snapping it shut at the back with a small padlock. Her head was swimming with happiness, and it took a few moments before she remembered that it was her turn to say something. Her throat tightened with nerves, and she prayed she wouldn’t forget her words. She wanted them to be perfect, just like Adam’s had been.

She cleared her throat. “By accepting this collar I promise to be your loving submissive. I promise that I will wear the collar with pride and that it will symbolize my submission to you at the times we have agreed. During this time, I promise to serve you, honor you and obey you, but, even outside these times, my love and respect for you will always be reflected in it. I happily and willingly kneel to you as a sign of my love and devotion.”

As she spoke she looked only at Adam’s face and was moved to see tears in his eyes. He quickly pushed them back before anyone else saw the raw emotion. It was meant for Rachel’s eyes only.

Suddenly the crowd let out a huge cheer that filled the room with its genuine good wishes. They clapped and whistled, and it took quite a while before they quietened down again.

Finally, Luke held up his hand and the room became quiet again. Then he started to speak. “As you know, Adam and Rachel have decided to forsake the more traditional Ceremony of Roses because they don’t live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven. But, Rachel’s collar is just as important to them as her wedding ring is, and they would like to mark that. On the table to my right, are two large glass bowls, one filled with white rose petals and one filled with red. The white petals symbolize Rachel’s pure and beautiful gift of submission to Adam. The red petals symbolize the passion and protection of his dominance of her. Please take a handful of each and throw them at the couple to celebrate their merging.”

Adam took Rachel’s hand and helped to her stand up. As she did so, they were showered with the rose petals to sounds of more cheers. Adam pulled her close to him and kissed her, hard and possessively. “You’re mine,” he growled in her ear, when he eventually pulled away.

“Yes, Master. I’m yours,” she replied, just before he took her mouth again.

Adam then led Rachel over to a St. Andrew’s Cross, which had been brought down from the playrooms upstairs. He took a pair of scissors from Luke and cut the flimsy dress so it fell around Rachel’s feet, leaving her completely naked.

As he attached her to the cross, facing out toward the crowd, he spoke quietly in her ear. “We’re going to do a public scene now. You may come whenever you like.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied, her voice breathless with excitement. She’d never have believed before now that a public scene would turn her on so much, but it did. Her blood was buzzing as she watched Adam step back from the cross to inspect her. Every single person in the club was looking at her—naked and restrained. A powerful shudder ran through her body in response.

Adam then placed a blindfold over her eyes and kissed her softly, before stepping back, leaving her exposed and ready for him to use as he pleased.

The first thing she felt was his hot breath on her right breast just before he took her nipple into his mouth. It hardened instantly, and the shock sizzled all the way down to Rachel’s pussy. She groaned as he sucked on it, just hard enough to cause a little pain, but not too much.

When her nipple felt as though it couldn’t get any harder, or more sensitive, he pulled away. She waited excitedly for him to take her other nipple in his mouth, and screamed when, instead, he attached a clamp, pinching her solid nub painfully.

“Ow!” she cried. “It hurts, Master.”

She heard him chuckle. “Go with the pain, Rachel. Accept it and you’ll start to enjoy it. Remember?”

She did remember. He hadn’t used these particular clamps since the night Amelia had given her that glorious orgasm. He must have been keeping them especially for tonight. He’d used less tortuous, adjustable ones several times since, but these clover clamps were in a different league. They bloody hurt.

Her body tensed as he sucked her left nipple to a hard peak. She knew this time what was coming. When the clamp bit into her, she screamed again as fresh pain seared her breast. But, just as before the pain did become bearable, and like before it didn’t take long before the pain had turned into delicious pleasure pulsing down to her pussy.

Then Adam’s breath brushed over her face and his lips took hers. His kiss was brutal and commanding, and took away any remaining control she might have had. She surrendered completely to that kiss, and knew that he had her exactly where he wanted her. It was liberating, and she let go of everything as she embraced her submission.

Then, Adam moved down her body, kissing her neck, breasts. He tugged on the chain linking the clamps and she screamed again as fresh pain tore through her abused nipples. Then he kissed her stomach, her belly button and her…

“Oh, yes!”

His teeth grazed the silky skin of her mound, at the same time as a finger gently pushed through the slick, hot folds to her pussy. Shit, she was so wet. His finger slipped effortlessly into her, and she arched her pelvis slightly to give him better access. Adam chuckled and pinched her clit, making her scream again.

Then something completely overwhelming happened. First, Adam’s tongue licked her clit and he inserted another finger into her pussy, sending more hot waves of arousal coursing through her body. But at the same time, several hands started stroking her body—and they weren’t Adam’s.

Soft lips kissed her own. They tasted of vanilla lip gloss. Then another pair of lips nibbled her earlobe, the soft breath sending shivers down the back of her neck. Hands, more than one pair, then started stroking all over her body, whilst the two sets of lips continued kissing her all over.
Hmm, nice.
Someone took her nipple into their mouth and sucked hard while someone else licked the other nipple before caressing it with their lips. They were definitely women’s lips, soft and sweet.

All this was going on whilst Adam sucked on her clit and fucked her pussy with his fingers. It was sensation overload. It was Heaven.

She guessed the two women were probably Amelia and Victoria, and her pussy heated at the thought of three people getting her off in front of the huge crowd. She groaned as Adam took her delicate clit between his teeth and pulled gently. Her knees buckled when one of the women pulled on the chain, sending electrifying pain shooting down to her clit in Adam’s mouth.

She relaxed completely, stopped trying to work out what was coming next, but as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t because suddenly her world exploded.

Both the women removed a clamp at exactly the same time and took her tortured nipples into their mouths just as the blood rushed back. The agony was overwhelming and she screamed as the women sucked and licked at her tender nubs. At the same moment, Adam’s fingers reached her G-spot and his tongue clamped onto her clit. The combination of sensations brought her to a screaming and shattering climax. Her pussy seemed to pulse forever, sending waves and waves of exquisite pleasure through her entire body.

Finally, the pain in her nipples calmed along with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and her body sagged on the cross in satiated glory.

The blindfold was removed and she slowly opened her eyes. Adam stood in front of her with Amelia and Victoria on either side of him.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse.

Both the women smiled and stepped silently away, while Adam reached up and released her from the cross. When he picked her up in his arms, the crowd cheered and Rachel buried her head in his chest as Adam carried her through to the aftercare lounge.

He laid her gently on the cushions and drew the curtain across so that it was just the two of them again.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, running his hand gently through her hair. The crown of thorns had been removed, although she had no idea when.

“Hmm,” she murmured, smiling. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

He chuckled and handed her a bottle of water. “Good. You’ve got a bit of time to recover and then we’re going down to the dungeon. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you won’t know what day it is.”

She giggled. “I could never forget what day it is, Sir. It’s the best day of my life.”

“Mine too,” murmured Adam, and kissed the top of her head. She snuggled against his hard, lean body and relaxed into his strong arms, holding her securely.

He didn’t say anything for a while—they just sat in happy silence, enjoying each other’s closeness.

“Come on,” he said eventually, his voice regaining the powerful control which always weakened her knees. “We’re going downstairs now. I’ve got a nice new flogger I want to use on you.”

As if he’d flicked a switch, her body re-ignited with excitement as she realized she was going to get another treat.

* * * *

Rachel looked down at her body as Adam hoisted her arms up with some rope he’d looped through a hook in the ceiling. She felt restrained, helpless and oh, so very sexy.