Chapter One

The Vows

She took a deep breath as she stood there, facing the mirror and checking her appearance one last time. This was it. This was the most important night of her life, her wedding night. She'd waited and yearned and searched for the man to give her life to, to offer her lovely body to have for his own. At last she'd found him... Him. Her beloved, her knight in shining armor. Her Master.

The music began, the slow, formal tones of the wedding march, and she turned sharply, fighting the nervousness she felt as she started to walk slowly, moving in time with the music. Those six inch high heeled shoes gave her so much more height, making her more statuesque at the cost of ease of movement. One more thing to thank her Master for, so many long hours spent practicing the art of walking in such extreme footwear giving her the grace she needed to look her best even under such circumstances.

Those eyes, His eyes, looked her over, watching her with open admiration and hunger. The priest stared as well, but only His eyes mattered to her. For Him alone had she donned a wedding gown of pure white polyvinyl chloride. PVC, the most sinfully provocative of materials, and in such scanty amounts to boot. Her plump, pert ass was scarcely covered by the hem of the skirt, leaving inches of soft creamy skin exposed between the dress and her gartered stockings. Her cleavage was equally exposed, rising and falling with every breath as she moved closer to the altar. As if in open mockery of the short mini dress of a wedding gown, her veil hung down to the floor behind her, topping her hair confined in its elegant twist.

Closer she came, one step at a time, letting her Master admire His prize. At last she stopped there at the altar, her own eyes gazing adoringly upon her beloved Master. He'd trained her well, made her exercise and eat right until her once chubby body had become the essence of perfection, and yet he always demanded even more of himself. It showed in the way he filled out his black leather tuxedo, His arms as massive as a lesser man's legs, his torso massive around the chest and shoulders, tapering to a somewhat more slender waist. If He removed His shirt and leather jacket she would be able to see the definition of his rock hard abs.

At last the priest turned to face her. A lesser male to her Master, but a man nonetheless, deserving of respect and obedience. She'd had that drummed into her as well, been taught her place, instructed in the joys of submissive servitude.