Inspection done he stood back up.He pulled her close and said, “Did you think you’d get that reward before I had mine slave?”“No Master,” Sh... mumbled. Michael just laughed at her. He knew she was confused and that he had stirred her fires. As he stood there he noticed her nipples were bare so he found her clamps. Turning her he grabbed the riding crop and slapped each nipple till it was hard. He then placed the clamps on them and smiled at the hiss that escaped her lips.Next he took the crop. When we kissed at the end of the service it dawned on me that I had realized my fantasy. I was married to Kim and we were together until death do us part. It was as if I had been holding my breath all the while waiting for this moment. I let go and gave her a kiss that she would remember for a long time.The reception was in a small hall adjacent to the church. We had hired a pianist to look after the music for the dance as well as during the obligatory cake-cutting, etc. There were several. That was my downfall at the second round interview with Jan and his faux Gallic lisp. Sure, he said, the magazine was presently just one more glossy adolescent wank pictorial but he was newly on board. He had great plans for serious journalism and writing between the tits and arses, just like Playboy at it's height. All he needed was to bring the right team on with him and here I should have felt the hook bite as he started to reel in I was to be part of that time. Perhaps I looked leery.He. He looked at me for a second, that deer in the headlights look back on his face. He slowly removed the cleaning apron he was wearing as I started snapping pictures. His shirt came next, revealing an absolutely smooth, hairless chest."How old are you?" I asked him, still taking pictures as he removed each item of clothing."Um, 19," he said. "Sir."I grinned inwardly to myself. He was adopting the submissive role well, whether he knew it or not. I watched, almost drooling, as he kicked his shoes.