His hostess, on the other hand was a statuesque amazon clad in aleather-fetish riot of dominatrix gear. Belts and straps adorned herlean legs and tors..., with black cups capping her breasts complete withsteely nipple-spikes. She opened a smooth, metal door as Dick steppedaway from the simple, fold-out single-person bed he had slept on. Hetried not to dwell on the mysterious stains on the sheets.The open door blasted his senses with a rush of multi-colored lights,cigar-smoke, and the increased. They thought they would be viewing a wedding, but it would be something completely different. It would be a slave completely submitting to his superior and Mistress accepting ownership of Her property.All of the guests turned to look toward the back when the opening chords of "Here comes the bride" rang out. They were surprised and confused by what they saw. Mistress was not the bride. slave was. This would not be a "normal" wedding by any stretch of the imagination.Mistress looked beautiful. Sallywaited up he got himself oriented. She said, "It's time to leave the dayspa. The ladies want a group picture." She led Scott to the spa's outsidepatio. The fresh air helped Scott come out of his daze. Sally grouped allthe spouses together and took photos of them all look happy andrefreshed. Afterward, they partnered up. Emily led Scott to theirchanging room. The room was dimly lit. Scott found his yoga outfit. Heput on the outfit, and heard Emily doing the same behind him. As theydressed. The kiss began softly, but quickly grew passionate. He felt Nancy’s arms tightening around him, then her tongue slid between his lips and lashed the inside of his mouth. He tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he unbuttoned her sweater, slid his hands inside, onto her bare back, and moved them around, searching for her bra, finally realizing, with a thrill, that it wasn’t there. Nancy groaned into his mouth and thrust her pelvis against him. His growing hard-on pressed against her.