EXTRACT FOR
Red Light Submission
(Crimson Rose)

Twenty minutes of pleasure was followed by nearly three hours of pain as flesh was branded and dermal anchors, tunnels, and rings were placed. Ambling out of the shop butt naked as their clothes were purposefully destroyed, Mikayla had a newfound respect for her would-be owner that made little sense but could not be dismissed. "I don't understand you or this place," she groaned. "One minute you run up and take complete control of the situation and me, and the next you're accepting my domination over you as if we've been Mistress and slave for years. I know, 'rules of the street' but that can't possibly explain such a dramatic shift in attitude."

"But it can. You haven't lived here for years like I have. You haven't seen the horrific things done to those that upset the natural order of things. You think you're the first cop to be turned into property? Be it from holding incriminating evidence against them, or paying them off, the Trans Union has numerous cops, lawyers, and judges in their pockets. We're left alone to do our own thing for two simple reasons. A corrupt justice system, and because we keep it contained to the Red-Light District. But back to what you said about a sudden attitude shift, when you take my previous training as a sex slave into account it's not really all that surprising that I'd switch to fill whatever role is needed in the moment. Also, despite how we met, I actually like you a lot."

"As fucked up as it is, I like you a lot too," Mikayla admitted. "And I can't wait to feel those barbells slamming into me when we're able to have sex again."

"I hesitate to bring this up as it's extreme for two women that just met, but there is one way to ensure I'm the only one to breed you."

"Seriously? Why the hell didn't you tell me this before Jasper pumped his load into me?"

"Like I said, it's extreme."

"More extreme than Being heavily pierced and branded?"

"From a certain perspective. If you're serious about me being my breeding cow then two things must happen. First, you must openly and publicly announce that you are now and forever my sex slave. And second, we have to get married. Like right now tonight."

"Excuse me?"

"There's a court a few streets over where can get the license and be married within the hour."

"How does getting married suddenly change the fact that countless men and trans-women are going to breed me? As a friend very annoyingly like to say: that ring doesn't plug holes.

"If you openly submit to me, allow me to claim complete and total control over you, then in the eyes of the Trans Union and rules of the street you would belong to me and me alone even if I'm a slave as well. I can make it so that you only ever have sex with cis women until I've knocked you up. Once confirmed pregnant you'll be required to have sex with men and trans-women again, but at least they can't breed you. The choice is yours, Mikayla, but the only way to ensure your kids are mine is through marriage. And before you answer, the license and judge are real and the marriage will be valid and recognized as such. So, do we turn ourselves over to the Trans Union now, or after the honeymoon?"

"This is fucked up on so many levels!" Mikayla groaned as they stopped in front of Whispers of Desire.

"We can get some new clothes in here while you think about it," Sophia said as she pushed the shop door open.