Chapter 36

Saturday - Day 36

I woke up in the morning of my wedding when Jill led Becky into the room. "She couldn't sleep," Jill explained. "She says she misses the feeling of a cock in her mouth in the morning." Becky was standing next to Jill, still or once again dressed in the white babydoll. Cindy led Jamie in a moment later and said, "This one couldn't sleep either, but she didn't say anything about cocks."

Since I had just woken up, I still had my cock nestled in Chrissy's ass. Jill said, "It doesn't seem fair to deny them while you have a willing body to service your needs."

"I didn't service him," Chrissy said. "I would have, but he told me that it wouldn't be fair to use me when the others couldn't relieve themselves."

"And if he had chosen to use Chrissy," Becky added, "that would have been fine too. Just because he denies us doesn't mean that he has to deny himself! He is the Master."

"Jeeze, I'm sorry!" Jill said. "I was wrong to say anything."

"That's OK," I said. "You were just looking out for Becky's best interest."

I held my arms out to my girls and Chrissy moved away as they each grabbed a side of me.

Becky whispered in my ear, "If you need some relief, I'd be happy to provide you with some."

I smiled and shook my head.

I looked at the clock and told Jill and Cindy, "OK, here is the plan. Bathe them again this morning, being careful about the marks. The hair and makeup person will be here in about an hour to do the five of you. By the time that you are done, it will be close to the time that everyone will begin arriving. When they are made up, get them dressed in the clothes that Chrissy will give you and remove their bandages and then get yourselves dressed. Then you can come down and try to relax with the guests before the ceremony."

"Is there anything that we need to do to help prepare?" Jamie asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Becky's gorgeous and efficient slave has done most of the work. It will be lovely. Now go, before I change my mind and take you right now!" Becky's response was to grind her pelvis into my cock. I spanked her ass lightly, but that just caused her to grind harder. "That's enough!" I said, and she gave me a little kiss and got up.

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As the girls were preparing themselves, Chrissy and I dealt with the final arrangements. The florists and caterers showed up and we got their arrangements in place. As the afternoon approached, the girls called Chrissy upstairs. She left me, so I went to change into my outfit. Some of our guests might have expected me in leather chaps and a whip strapped to my waist, but I was wearing a simple tuxedo.

As I finished dressing, there was a quiet knock at the door. I opened it and Chrissy was waiting there, dressed in her bridesmaid dress and ready to go. "You look beautiful," I told her.

She blushed and said, "Thank you, sir. If you are ready, your slaves are downstairs and waiting for you."

I walked downstairs and Jamie and Becky were standing there waiting for me. Their outfits were lovely. On each girl's head was a circlet of flowers. Their dresses were white, with beading around the edges. The dresses looked remarkably like a grown up version of the babydolls that they were wearing last night. They were tied around their neck with a bow, and swooped down, covering their breasts, but leaving their stomachs and panties exposed. The dresses swept back behind them, forming a train. The panties were white silk, tied in bows at the side. Their legs were bare, they were barefoot, and they were still wearing the white cuffs on their wrists and ankles.

"Walk for me," I told them. They walked around the room, gracefully swaying their hips, and I enjoyed seeing their unfettered breasts moving under their tops, peeking in and out of their dresses. I walked up and kissed each of them. "You are both so lovely it hurts," I told them. The waiters that we had hired clearly thought so as well, as they could hardly take their eyes off of the women any time they passed.

The doorbell rang, and Chrissy went to answer it. Bob and Lisa were the first guests, and when Lisa saw the girls she ran over to give them each a big hug.

"You look so beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Wow," was Bob's response. He turned to Lisa and asked, "Are you going to borrow Jamie's wedding dress for when we get married?"

"In your dreams, Bob, in your dreams!" was her laughing reply.

"Oh my god!" shrieked Becky, pointing at Lisa's hand.

"You guys must have inspired him," Lisa said, blushing and holding out her hand to show her newly acquired engagement ring. All the women rushed around Lisa, looking at the ring and congratulating the two of them.

"We came a little early so that we could tell you, but I'm not going to tell anyone else today; this is your day," Lisa told us.

"Don't be silly," Becky said. "You can tell people. Believe me; I don't have any fears that people are going to be thinking of you during this ceremony. I mean, come on. Look at us!"

The doorbell rang, and Chrissy escorted Jamie's and Becky's parents into the room. The girls ran over to hug their respective parents.

"You both look beautiful," Amy gushed. I suspected that would be a common refrain during the day. As they were greeting their parents, more people arrived. Soon we had a respectable little party going. The waiters were moving around handing out hors d'oeuvres. Everyone was circulating, talking to families and friends.

I approached Nelly and Ronnie and gave them each a quick greeting kiss. "How are the two of you doing?" I asked.

"Wonderful, and it looks like you are doing the same," Ronnie replied. "This is so lovely. Becky and Jamie are so lucky to get this kind of wedding. Most people in this situation wouldn't get something like this."

"I want to make them happy," I replied.

"I can tell," Ronnie said. "You know, I often wonder what would have happened had I accepted your initial proposal."

"Hey, you might not have ended up with me!" Nelly exclaimed, grabbing Ronnie by the collar that she wore and pulling her close. "Don't I make you happy?"

"You do, Nelly, but a girl can wonder how she would have been treated by someone who would do all this for his slaves," she replied.

"Well maybe I'll lend you to him for a weekend," Nelly replied. "I'll bet its not all flowers and music, and you'll come home quite well used." She gave Ronnie a light kiss on the lips. "But you will come home." Ronnie blushed and dropped her eyes, nodding her head.

I saw that Mark and Joan from Becky's work had come in together, so I walked over to see how things were going with them. Joan hugged me as I approached, and I said, "Nice to see you walk in with someone."

Joan replied, "I thought that girls were bad, but you really are a meddler, aren't you?"

"Moi?" I asked, innocently.

"Yes, you!" Mark said. "That was a piece of work setting us up like that. I can't believe you had Chrissy do that just so that we would have something to talk about."

"You give me far more credit than I deserve," I complained. "The whole Chrissy thing was planned in advance, and nothing to do with the two of you. When I saw the two of you alone and I realized that you had both enjoyed Chrissy, I just took advantage of the situation. Was I correct that you would enjoy each other's company?"

They took a knowing look at each other and Joan replied, "Oh, yeah. We are definitely enjoying each other's company. We are enjoying it a couple of times a day."

"Joan, you slut!" I joked.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you're talking about," Mark said. "I'm the only one that can call her a slut!"

Joan turned to Mark and demanded, "I'm your girlfriend?"

Mark looked slightly abashed when he said, "Well, aren't you?"

Joan wrapped her arms around Mark and gave him a big kiss. "I am now!" she said after she came up for air. Mark smiled happily.

I leaned in to Joan and whispered, "There are a few free bedrooms upstairs." She got a feral look in her eyes and dragged Mark toward the staircase.

I moved around some more, until Claire pulled me aside. She kissed my cheek and said, "This is nicer than I expected."

"Tell me if you still think so when we are all done," I said.

"I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch, but Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is getting anything," Claire said. She took a drink and nervously said, "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you."

She was blushing, so I said, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about."

"You told my husband something," she replied.

"About what?" I asked.

"You know very well!" she said. "You told him to treat me like you treat Becky, didn't you?"

"He told you that?" I asked innocently.

"No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them, I know that you are behind it," she said.

I took a step closer to her and lowered my voice. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"That's beside the point!" she protested.

"No, that is exactly the point," I said. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long way."

"Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me differently than you treat Becky," she said.

"No two situations are the same," I responded. "I treat Becky different than I treat Jamie than I treat Chrissy. Everyone is different, and the important thing is that both parties are happy with the relationship."

Claire took a big gulp of her drink, lowered her eyes and with a very red face asked, "How would you treat me?"

"Why, mother!" I said in a slightly reproving tone.

"Sorry," she whispered, and started walking away. I grabbed her elbow to stop her and turned her to face me.

"Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," I told her. "How you treat a partner is not something that you plan. You experiment and you play, feeling out boundaries and limits. You pay attention to what turns your partner on, and to what you find enjoyable. Then you move in directions that make you excited, and move away from those that make you truly uncomfortable."

I looked her up and down and said, "In your case, I think you might be more like the new Becky than you care to admit. Sometimes, it is important that you tell your partner your fantasies; sometimes they can come true. Jamie had a fantasy of being taken by force by a stranger. She told it to me, saying that it wasn't something that she ever really wanted to happen. But when I took her, pretending to be a stranger, she loved that her fantasy was coming true.

"If you enjoy what your husband is doing to you, let him know. You don't have to say, 'Oh, Jake, I love it when you take me in my ass, ' but you can moan in pleasure when he does it. You can kiss him the next day and thank him for a wonderful night. You can tell him, 'Is there anything that I can do to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night?' And if you want to tell him your fantasies, start by making him part of them, and make it something that he would get pleasure from as well. Tell him, 'I'd love to see your cock going in and out of Amy while I feel Jim pounding into me.'"

By this point, Claire was blushing so red that I thought she would catch on fire. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but you asked me what I would do."

She said, "That's OK. Thank you for telling me what you thought." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and quickly walked away. She walked over to Jake and grabbed his arm and held him close. Jake was talking to Mike, and he wrapped his arm possessively around Claire's shoulder and pulled her in close to him. I hadn't intended to talk to Claire quite like that, and I realized that the conversation had significantly changed the relationship that I would be having with my mother-in-law. Oh, well. Que sera, sera.

I walked over to get a drink and I saw Peg, our old neighbor. "Hi, Peg," I said. "How are you?"

"Fine," she said. "Thank you for inviting me."

"You're welcome," I replied. "To be honest, I was a little surprised that Becky wanted to invite you. I don't mean anything bad by that, but I didn't think she knew you that well."

"Well, we weren't best friends, but we had some nice conversations, especially towards the end. Truthfully, I was surprised as well, especially when she told me all about you and what this day would be like. But I'm glad that I could be here."

After our conversation, I walked over to grab a snack. I was checking with Chrissy on how things were going when Becky came up to me. I slipped my hand over her stomach and under her dress to wrap my hand around her back. I kissed her and she responded with heat. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes sir!" she replied. "I feel like... like... like a bride on her wedding day!" she said with a smile.

"Then my evil plan has worked," I cackled.

She smiled and asked, "What did you say to my mother?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I just talked to her, and when I mentioned you she blushed," Becky responded. "She could not talk about you at all without getting flustered. What did you do to her?"

"She asked me a question," I told Becky, "and I don't think that she was ready for the answer."

"Are you trying to seduce my mother?" she asked.

"And what, my little slave-to-be, would you do if I said yes?" I asked her seriously.

She blushed and lowered her eyes. She said, "I would ask, sir, how a humble slave girl could help her master seduce her mother?"

"Would you really?" I asked, amazed.

"Of course, sir," she said. "Don't you know that I would do absolutely anything for you?" This woman never ceased to amaze me. I looked at her and in my mind I superimposed an image of my Becky of two months ago. They looked physically the same, but they were two entirely different people. I still could not believe it.

"I love you, Becky, but you do not have to help me seduce your mother," I said. "I just gave her some hints at improving her relationship with your father, though honestly, I think I could have her if I wanted her."

"But don't you want her?" Becky asked, looking over at her mother. Her mother saw us looking at her, and turned away, blushing again. "She's still very good looking."

"She is, and the thought of having her and you makes me quite hard," I told her. "But I won't damage your parents' relationship."

"What if my father was OK with it?" she asked.

"No meddling!" I warned her. Man, oh man, I sometimes did not understand this woman.

I was mingling some more when I saw Rachel across the floor. She had her husband with her, and they were talking to Joan and Mark. Rachel saw me looking at her and excused herself to the others to come over and talk to me.

"Congratulations," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "I see you brought your husband. Did you explain to him what would be happening?"

"I told him everything," she replied. "I told him what goes on Tuesday nights, and I told him about us."

"Us?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, us," she replied. "I told him how you made me do things. At first he was a little upset, and then he realized how he benefited, both intentionally and unintentionally from everything that you did. Now he just wants to thank you."

"Well, if you are both happy, than I'm glad," I said.

"Me too," she replied. "I didn't like keeping secrets from him, even if they were mostly harmless." She paused for a minute and then asked, "Do you know what he said after I told him?"

"What?" I inquired.

"He said if listening to you made me behave the way that I have been towards him, I should do whatever you told me to," she said, gazing me right in the eye with a challenging look.

"Very well," I said wickedly. "Are you wearing panties?" She nodded. "I want you do go take them off. Then I want you to go back to your husband, excuse yourselves, and then take him to the master bedroom. When you are there, I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees, flip up your dress and beg him to fuck you. I want you to feel his cum leaking out of you as you watch what I do with Becky and Jamie. After the ceremony I want you to take him to a bathroom, drop to your knees, and give him a blowjob. When he comes in your mouth, I want you to show him his cum in his woman's mouth, and then swallow it. Finally, when you get home tonight, as soon as you walk through the door I want you to slowly strip off your clothes, drop to your knees and then I want you to beg your husband to fuck you in your hot, tight ass. Are you going to do what I told you?"

She was breathing at an increased rate, and she nodded.

"Good girl," I said. "Now go get rid of your panties."

As she walked away she said, "If I don't get to talk to you again, I'll speak to you a week from Monday. I hope you have something interesting planned for me."

I smiled as she walked away. Before I knew it, it was time for the actual ceremony to begin. For someone as in charge as I supposedly was, I was amazingly nervous, but I tried not to show it.

We had converted the study into a small wedding chapel, and the guests all gathered there. I looked out over the room as everyone got settled. The musicians had moved into the room and were setting up on the side. It was actually a little bit difficult to find musicians and caterers who didn't mind working at an event like this one. In the front of the room, facing the seats, we had placed a wall of large mirrors. When Jamie and Becky knelt in front of me to become my slaves, everyone would be able to see their offer, and they would be able to see their friends and families.

In the front row were Amy and Claire. Jim and Jake were in the other room. All four were waiting while their daughters got ready. Elsewhere in the room I saw all of our close friends, Mike, Bob and Lisa, Joan, my friend Jack. I saw Joan and Rachel from Becky's work and Rachel's husband; he was looking very happy. Joan was standing very close to Mark. I saw Nelly and Ronnie and Peg, and there were about a half dozen other people that one of the three of us knew well enough to invite.

All around us were the people that we cared most for, and it delighted me that the most important people in our lives were present as we moved on to the next stage in our lives. I stood at the front of the room and got everyone's attention.

"Excuse me," I said. When everyone had settled down I continued, "I would like to thank all of you for coming. I know that for all of you, this is unexpected, and some of you even feel uncomfortable. What we are doing does not make sense to many of you, and certainly would not be the right thing for most people. However it works for us, and we are extremely happy. You, our best friends and our families, have all come to show support and love for Becky and Jamie and me, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I looked at Chrissy by the door to the room and I nodded. She signaled to the string quartet, and they began playing. She ducked out for a moment, and then she returned, and began walking down the large aisle we had set up in the middle of the room.

The bridesmaid's dress that Michelle had designed had certainly caused a stir. When our friends had seen Jill they had teased her about how she had initially been dead set against this relationship and now not only was she a maid of honor, but she had allowed us to dress her in a revealing dress. She had replied, "You think it is revealing? Hah!" and turned away quickly. In doing so, of course, the dress flared up, exposing her ass. She had gone across the room and picked up a dropped piece of food off of the floor, bending over at her waist, of course. Our friends stood with open mouths as Jill exposed her ass and pussy to them.

Chrissy looked beautiful, of course, in her red dress. She had insisted, and Becky had allowed, that her dress be slightly different from the other bridesmaids. In addition to the dress, she also had a wide strip of green cloth around her neck, symbolizing that she belonged to Becky.

When Chrissy was about a third of the way down, Jill and Cindy entered the room side by side. Jill was in green and Cindy in blue. When they reached the end of the aisle, Chrissy gave each of them a pillow, upholstered in the same fabric and color as their dresses. Each placed her pillow in front of me, Jill's on my right and Cindy's on my left, and then stood next to the pillow.

The music changed, and my beautiful women walked in to the room. Each was smiling, holding on to her father's arm. They were standing straight and proud, smiling happily at me as they walked towards me. I tried to maintain a serious demeanor, but I had a grin on my face that I could not wipe off. When they reached the front of the room, each woman turned and kissed her father, and Jake and Jim went to sit next to their wives.

Becky and Jamie stood in front of me, and all I could do for a moment is drink in the sight. Then I nodded to them and they dropped to their knees on their pillows. Cindy and Jill stepped behind them to straighten out their trains. We had not told each other what we had prepared for vows, so I was curious as to what they would say. They looked at each other and took each other's hands. Then Becky looked up at me and began.

"Sir, over a month ago I offered myself to you as your slave. You refused. You told me that you would only take me for a slave if I could prove that I could be a good slave to you. I thought that you had refused me to protect yourself. Over the last month, you have proven that my belief was incorrect. Over and over again you insisted that I consider whether this was the life that I really wanted."

Jamie took over, saying, "When I first learned of what you were doing with Becky, I was horrified and I attempted to stop her from degrading herself. She refused to be stopped, and so I insisted I spend more time with her so that I could prevent her from being abused. Instead of abuse I saw love, and surprisingly, respect. Rather than feeling appalled, I felt jealous. And then the most wonderful thing happened. My best friend told me, 'Don't be jealous. If you like what you see, join us.' And you allowed it. You encouraged it. You showed me that you loved me too."

Becky continued, "We have waited the month that you required. You told us that we needed to take this time so that we knew what our hearts wanted. We have taken the time and we have examined our hearts. Sir, I love you."

"And I love you as well," Jamie said.

"We pledge you our love," Becky said.

"We pledge you our souls," Jamie said.

"We pledge you our bodies," Becky said.

"Someone once said that we had given up ourselves for you, and you punished that person for her remarks," Jamie said. "You told her that we had given up freedom, given up control, but that we had not given up an iota of ourselves."

In unison they said, "Sir, we offer you our bodies, our hearts and our souls. We promise to love you, to obey you, to care for you, to cherish you and to serve you for as long as we live. Please accept us as your slaves for as long as you will have us." Then they bowed their heads and looked at the ground in front of my feet.

I looked down at them and thought, 'How lucky could I be?' I turned to Jill and Cindy and said, "Jill, you have been Becky's constant companion for the last day. Cindy, you have been Jamie's. Did either of them show any sign of hesitation, and uncertainty that this is that path that they wish to take? Did either display any hesitancy about becoming my slave?"

Cindy said, "No, she did not."

Jill said, "No, on the contrary, she showed extreme eagerness." Cindy nodded in agreement.

I reached down and put a finger under each of my women's chin, picking up her head so that I could look her in the eye. I looked at Becky first. "My Tiger, I have been with you for a long time, but I thought that though I loved you, we could not continue to be together. But your love was so strong that you were willing to do whatever it took to make our relationship work, and that has made me love you even more."

I turned to Jamie and said, "And you, dear Princess, were unexpected. You were a gift that I first thought I would like, but quickly realized that I loved and will cherish the rest of my life. You say that you were jealous, but there is not a jealous bone in your body. You are the piece that makes us complete.

"Becky, Jamie, you offered yourselves to me, and once I turned you down. I wanted to ensure that you could be, wanted to be, desired to be my slaves. I will be honest that though I wanted, I prayed, I longed for you to be my slaves, I did not believe that you would be. I could not allow myself to believe, because to have the two of you would be so wonderful that if I had allowed myself hope, and it had not worked out, I would have been crushed.

"But I should have known better, because neither of you seems capable of disappointing me any longer. You have proven yourselves to be the most loving, most obedient, most beautiful slaves a person could ever hope for. So Becky, Jamie, I accept you as my slaves. I promise to love you, cherish you and protect you for as long as we live.

"When I marked you earlier in the week, you told me that you considered yourselves mine. Perhaps that was the case, but now, before all our friends and family, I declare that you are mine. Will you agree to wear my mark so that everyone will know that you are mine?"

"Of course, Master," they replied in unison.

I nodded to Jill and Cindy, and they moved forward and untied the dresses from around my slave's necks and pulled them away to the side. My beautiful slaves knelt before me wearing only panties and cuffs. Chrissy stepped forward carrying a pillow. On the pillow were two collars. They were designed similarly to the girls dress collars. One collar was circled in green emeralds, and the other was surrounded by blue sapphires. At the front of each collar was a fairly large diamond. Descending from each collar was a Y-shaped chain of diamonds, ending in a loop.

I picked up the emerald collar, locked it around Becky's neck and told her, "Becky, with this collar I bind you to me." I locked the sapphire collar around Jamie's neck and told her, "Jamie, with this collar I bind you to me."

I nodded to John and Mary, who had returned for the ceremony and they stepped forward, carrying little stools. They sat before Becky and Jamie as Chrissy brought each of them a tray with their tools. Chrissy then got another pillow with two rings and stood between my slaves. In just a few moments the experts had efficiently pierced and ringed my slaves. They stood and took their implements away, and everyone could see Becky with a ring through her left nipple, and Jamie with a ring through her right. Each ring was crowned with a diamond.

I looked at their happy faces and said, "Becky, Jamie, with these rings I wed you to me."

Jill and Cindy stepped forward and untied the ties holding on my slave's underwear. When the panties were removed, it revealed the tattoo the girls had received last night. Becky and Jamie looked into the mirror and saw the marks they would be wearing forever, and smiled at me in approval. I said, "With these marks, I declare you mine."

They each had an identical mark; Becky's was on the left side of her mound, Jamie's on the right. The mark was of two kneeling slave girls, leashed to an X.

I pulled Jamie up so that she was standing in front of me. I took her leash and I whispered, "I love you, my slave," before I kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I love you too, Master." She looked at Chrissy, who retrieved something for her. She took it and held it out to me. "Master, you have given me marks to show your love. I give you this token to show you my love." She took my left hand and slipped a ring on my ring finger. The ring was topped with a sapphire and on each side of the stone was etched a kneeling slave girl. That Chrissy had been one busy slave, helping out both of us. Chrissy had moved Jamie's pillow to my side, and I had Jamie kneel down facing the crowd.

I then pulled Becky up, and while holding her leash I kissed her as well, first whispering to her, "I love you, my slave."

She held me and whispered, "Thank you for making me yours, Master, and thank you for giving me Jamie." Then she said aloud, "Master, you have given me marks to show your love. I give you this token to show you my love." She took my right hand and slipped a ring on my ring finger. The ring was the same as Jamie's, except it was topped with an emerald. Then she knelt down facing the crowd.

I had been concentrating so much on my women that I had not paid attention to our friends and family, so I now looked over the crowd. Their expressions ranged from bemusement to happiness to awe. Claire was teary and looked like she had cried during the ceremony. Curiously, Jake was regarding Claire with a thoughtful expression on his face. Amy looked happy, as did most of our friends. All in all, I was satisfied that no one was disgusted and all would go away with some fascinating memories of the day.

"My slaves and I would like to thank you for attending today," I addressed the spectators. "I know that I speak for them as well as myself when I say that this day would not have been nearly as meaningful for us had we done it by ourselves. Your presence here has affirmed this ceremony as one based on love, and we thank you for that. We have a more private ceremony to perform, but please enjoy some dessert before you leave."

I stood the girls up, and whispered, "Go thank your family and friends, and then we will finish the ceremony in our bedroom."

"Yes, sir!" they responded, and went over to their parents. As we left the front of the room, someone started clapping, and soon everyone was. The girls hugged and kissed their parents. Their dads did not look entirely comfortable hugging their naked daughters, but they did it nonetheless. As I walked around thanking people personally, I saw that a lot of people were enjoying seeing the girls like this, though only a few were completely comfortable with it.

I allowed the thanks to go on for about five minutes before I nodded to Jill and Cindy, who retrieved my slaves and led them upstairs. I followed, and when I arrived in the bedroom I saw that they were already in position. Cindy was sitting at the headboard to my left, and Jill was sitting next to her on my right. In front of Cindy, Jamie was stretched out, her hands over her head, cuffed together, and held by her sister. Becky was in front of Jill and similarly restrained.

"Are the two of you ready to complete our ceremony?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir! Please take me!" Becky begged. Jamie nodded. I removed my tuxedo and crawled between Becky's legs. I glanced up, and was amused to see that the positions that Jill and Cindy were in exposed their bare pussies. They saw where I was looking, and Cindy spread her legs a little more.

I knelt between Becky's legs and ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit. She hissed as I drank her copious juices. I licked all around and nibbled on her clit, before drilling my tongue into her asshole. I traced her new tattoo with my finger as I licked lightly at her lips. I moved up her body, holding her nipple ring between my fingers. "Do you like the wedding ring that I got you?"

"I love everything that you did," she replied. "I love my ring, I love my collar, and I love my tattoo! Thank you so much, sir!"

I moved up and kissed her mouth, and Chrissy positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt. "Are you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are you offering your cunt as mine?"

"Oh, yes sir! I am your cunt!" Becky cried. I sank my cock into her wet cunt and within about ten strokes she was cumming. She screamed, "Fuck your cunt, fuck your cunt!" as she came. I stopped moving in her and she started coming down from her orgasm. I slowly pulled out, and she whimpered when I removed myself completely. Chrissy took my cock into her mouth and cleaned off all of Becky's juices.

I then moved in between Jamie's legs and looked up at her. She smiled down at me in anticipation. I ran my tongue up her pussy, and if anything, she was wetter and hotter than Becky. Of course, she had just seen her sister slave cum on my cock, and she was anticipating the same for herself.

"What do you think of your mark?" I asked.

"I love it, sir," she said. "I know that you knew Becky first and that you began loving me later, but this mark makes me realize that you love me the same as you do Becky; that we are all in this relationship together. Thank you so much for that, sir."

I continued kissing up Jamie's body, and I took her ring in my mouth. She hissed as I pulled on her sensitive nipple. I moved up and kissed her lips, and after Chrissy positioned my cock, I asked, "Are you ready to give up your cunt to me? Are you offering your cunt as mine?"

"Yes, sir!" Jamie responded. "Everything about me is yours to take." I slowly buried my cock in her fiery hole, and Jamie was cumming before I finished my first stroke. I kept stroking into her, and within minutes she was cumming again.

I didn't give her a chance to come down from her second orgasm before I pulled out and repositioned my cock at her asshole. "Are you ready to give up your ass to me? Are you offering your ass as mine?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," Jamie responded. "It is your ass to do with as you please."

I pushed in, burying myself in one stroke. She was so tight that I didn't know how I was going to make her cum again, and then do Becky's ass, before I came. I played with her left nipple and lightly ran my fingers around her right nipple and ring. I slipped my hand down between us, touched her clit and asked, "Would you like a ring here as well?"

She moaned, "It's yours, do whatever you'd like," as she was cumming. I had to stop moving as her contractions locked my cock in place, and my whole crotch, as wet as it already was, was soaked further by her spurting pussy.

She collapsed limply to the bed. I extracted my cock, and Chrissy was there to clean it off. I had to warn her to be careful, because it was not her mouth that I wanted to cum in. I moved back to Becky and spread her legs widely. I asked, "Are you ready to give up your ass to me? Are you offering your ass as mine?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Becky replied. "My ass, my body, my heart and my soul are all yours." I slammed my cock up her ass while I slammed my tongue into her mouth. Luckily, Becky was primed from seeing me take Jamie, so she came within minutes.

When I was finished with Becky's ass, I told Cindy and Jill to help my slaves onto the floor. Chrissy had brought the wedding pillows, which my lovely slaves knelt on. I asked, "Becky, Jamie, "Are you ready to give up your mouth to me? Are you offering your mouth as mine?"

"Yes, sir, we are," they said together.

I stepped forward and Becky grabbed my cock and directed it into Jamie's mouth. Jamie lovingly cleaned my cock off before pushing it to Becky. They passed it back and forth, each trying something different each time they had possession of it. Jamie painted my cock like a barber pole with her tongue, Becky licked from my ass, over my balls to the tip of my cock, Jamie sucked just the crown, Becky put the tip into her throat.

I tried to make it last as long as I could, but very quickly I was over the edge. I gestured to Chrissy and she came over and removed my cock from Jamie's mouth. She stood next to me and jerked me. I started cumming, and the cum painted Becky's face, then Jamie's. Both girls had their mouths open, and each got to taste some of my cum.

Chrissy kept her hand moving on my cock until I was all done, then she ran her finger along the tip to scoop up the last drop. She looked questioningly at me, and I nodded, so she popped her finger into her mouth and had a taste as well.

I dropped to my knees in front of my slaves. I kissed Becky and said, "You are mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long as you agree to be mine." Then I turned to Jamie and said, "You are mine now. I own you, and I will take care of you for as long as you agree to be mine." I then addressed both of them. "In addition to being my slaves, you are now also sisters. I expect you to love each other and care for each other. Do you have anything to say to your sister slave?"

"Yes, sir," Becky said, then turned to Jamie. "I have loved you as a friend for almost our entire lives. Knowing that I will be sharing the rest of my life with you, not just as a friend, but as a lover and as a sister, makes me happier than you can imagine. Initially, I wanted my Master to have you because I felt that he deserved a woman like you, and you deserved a man like him. I wasn't concentrating on the fact that I would have you with me always as well, but I cannot think of a better way to spend my life than with the two of you." She grabbed Jamie and gave her a kiss.

"Oh, Becky!" Jamie responded. "I have loved you forever as well. I thought that you were crazy offering to share your man and your life with me, but it was the most generous thing that anyone has ever done for me. Our Master could have made you happy, and I would have been one of the people viewing you from the spectator seats, but instead you offered me a part of your life, you offered to share your lives, and I have never been happier in my entire life. You'd better not even think about changing your minds, because you are never going to be rid of me!"

As they kissed again, I looked over at the bed where Cindy and Jill were, and I saw that Jill's eyes were tearing. After a minute I broke up the girls' kiss and told Cindy and Jill, "Please get them back into position on the bed."

Cindy and Jill were back at the headboard holding their bride's hands as I knelt between my slaves. "There are a few more things to take care of before we are done," I told them. "This was a very non-traditional way to get married, and your lovely maids of honor have gone above and beyond the lines of duty. They took complete care of you, made sure things went smoothly for you, and then had to sit and watch you have a number of incredible releases. I think that they deserve a reward."

Jamie looked at me blankly, but Becky knew what to do. She flipped over, and with her bound hands pulled Jill's ass down. Before Jill had time to react, Becky's tongue was buried up her twat. Cindy had only a little more time to react. Jamie might have been slower to understand but when she saw what Becky was doing, she did not hesitate. She quickly turned over and positioned herself in front of her sister's cunt. She looked up at Cindy who moaned, "Oh, yes sis, please!"

For the next few minutes I watched Cindy and Jill hold on tight as Jamie and Becky rewarded them for a job well done. Cindy came first, and Jamie started to pull away. I slapped her ass and said, "I didn't tell you to stop." She happily dove back in, bringing her fingers into play as well. The girls cycled through orgasms as my slaves did not let up on them.

Finally Jill was begging, "Please, no more, no more, I can't take any more!" I relented and had Becky stop. Cindy, on the other hand, looked like she could take what Jamie was giving all night, however I had Jamie finish up as well.

Cindy pulled Jamie up and gave her a loving kiss. "Thanks, sis," Cindy said. "That was wonderful, and too long coming."

I let them recover a little before I said, "I want to thank you as well..."

Jill interrupted, saying, "No, no more right now!"

I cracked up laughing; I guess Becky had done a very thorough job. "My thanks are less physical. You were wonderful, but you cannot come on our honeymoon, so here are your bridesmaids' gifts from me." I gave them each tickets for a week's vacation in the Caribbean for them and a guest.

"Are you sure we can't come on the honeymoon?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," I told her. The two of them thanked me for the gift, and I thanked them for their excellent participation.

Jill got up and slipped her dress back on, but Cindy said, "That dress was for the wedding, I'm going to borrow something from my sister." She walked into the closet, and a few minutes later she came out wearing a purple dress. She kissed her sister goodbye, then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then winked at me as she walked out of the room following Jill.

I unclipped the girls' hands and said, "There is one more thing to do."

I handed Becky a box, and she opened it and looked inside. "Oh, thank you sir. It's perfect," she said.

"Don't thank me," I replied, smiling. "The money for it came out of your account."

Becky got up and went over to Chrissy. She pulled Chrissy to the bed and pushed her down on her back. Becky straddled Chrissy's waist and said, "Chrissy, you were amazing today. You made everything run smoothly, and as much as I love my Master, I recognize your touch in virtually every aspect of the day. You were wonderful, and you made the day wonderful for me, Jamie and our Master. You are a perfect slave.

"I know that you told me you felt a ceremony was not necessary, that I had already made you mine, but my Master has provided me the perfect gift; he gave me the means to show you that you are mine." Becky reached into the box and pulled out another collar. This one was similar to the others. However the stones around the collar were rubies, and rather than a diamond in the center and a diamond leash, Chrissy's collar had an emerald in the center and an emerald leash. She put the collar around Chrissy's neck, and before she locked it into place she said, "With this collar, I claim you as mine. I love you Chrissy, and you make me very happy."

Tears were streaming down Chrissy's face as Becky kissed her. I allowed them to kiss for a while before I said, "All in all, a very satisfying day all around, I believe." All the girls agreed.

"The only thing is," I said, "having three beautiful collared slave girls naked on the bed in front of me has done this." I pointed down at my hardened cock, and Becky screamed, "Goody!" She was reaching for me as I jumped into the middle of them, and we spent the entire night trying to make each other cum as much as we could. I thanked Chrissy in a more physical way, and when my cock finally gave out, I continued working with my mouth and my fingers. I was glad that our flight was not until Monday morning, because we were exhausted by the time the night was over.

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Monday morning we were at the airport ready to go. As I sat in the plane, surrounded by beautiful slaves, I reflected on how my life had changed because I had taken my stand. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew that for the foreseeable future, happiness, along with three perfect women, would at last be mine.

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The End