“I do.”

I squeezed my husband’s hand when I heard those words. We’ve been waiting patiently for almost a year to hear them. Susannah looked lovely wearing her white wedding dress with sparkles scattered throughout the veil. It made her look like a fairy standing next to Michael. He looked so handsome and proud as they kissed, sealing their union, before turning to be presented to the group of a hundred people.

The newlyweds gazed out across the crowded room until their eye’s met ours. They both smiled brightly, and we felt so happy for them, and for ourselves. A year of planning and preparation has turned this into a very special day, for all of us.

The reception was amazing and lasted until dark. We danced and drank champagne until the cake was cut. It was delicious, as was the meal. The reception was winding down when I noticed the older attendees looking anxious to leave. I looked out across the room and spotted the bride and groom slow dancing. They looked so happy as they danced. We made eye contact and I gave them a wink, then a barely noticeable nod toward the door. They immediately understood and found their way back to their table.

A few minutes later, it was announced that the newlyweds were leaving, and a crowd gathered down the steps leading to a waiting car. I’ve never seen her so happy as when the bride tossed the bouquet, the final seal of their new life.

My husband pulled me tightly into him. It’s been a busy year, but finally the culmination of our efforts are almost over. We went back inside to mingle with the attendees for a little while longer. The older crowd have mostly gone, and all the young friends of both the bride and groom will most likely party a few more hours. We finally decide to go, and shake hands with the family and friends on our way out.

The air was still and warm as we got in the car. I could finally relax now that the excitement of the wedding and reception was over. The 30 minute drive home seemed to take forever. My husband and I held hands the entire way, and I knew he was as anxious as I to get home. We’ve been too busy to take time out for ourselves over the last two weeks, and tonight we’ve planned to celebrate this joyous occasion.

The chimes of the cell phone broke the silence, and he pulled his hand from mine to answer. The one sided conversation made me chuckle to myself, I could guess each question by his response.

“Yep, everything went off with and without a hitch.”

Pause...

“I don’t anticipate a problem, all the trigger responses were confirmed just as planned.”

Pause...

“We’ll be home in 10 minutes and know for sure soon after that.”

Pause...

“Yep, I’ll give you a call soon after getting home or sometime in the morning, depending.”

Pause...

“Ok, talk to you soon.”

He put the phone away and took my hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at me briefly before watching the road. The next ten minute drive home seemed to drag on.

We finally pull through the gate and up the long circle drive, then parked near the steps to the front door. We walk up the steps, and just as we approach the door opens. Heather, our housekeeper stepped to the side as we enter, then without a word, helps us with our things. We’re excited to be home, and pay little attention as she takes my purse and helps with his coat. In her anticipation of our arrival, she’s poured us each a drink. Him a gin and tonic, and myself a vodka tonic. We pick up our drinks and walk through the foyer to the front room. She has candles lite throughout the house making it very romantic. How appropriate for such a special day. We stand breifly near the fireplace and he leans into me, holds me, then gives me a kiss. I melt into his arms just as I always have. I’ve never been able to resist him, and still quiver at his touch. After a second soft kiss he whispers in my ear...

“Are you ready?”

I feel my heart pounding and answer...

“I am.”

He took me by the hand and we walk through the dining room. Then he opened the French doors to the patio and back yard. The soft glow of the garden lights were flickering, lighting the path to the pool and carriage house. We stepped out to the patio and looked in the garden, and there, in the center, just in front of the fountain, waiting in the warm glow of lights was our prize.

The bride and groom knelt side by side on the grass. They’ve waited, just as the subliminal messages had instructed them to. We stood looking out at them from 20 feet away, my husbands arm around my waist holding me close. We heard the foot fall’s of Heather approach and stop directly behind us. Just above a whisper she says...

“They arrived 53 minutes ago Master.”

“Details?”

“They parked by the carriage house, got out of the car and walked straight to that spot and knelt. They haven’t spoken or moved since, Master.”

“Excellent.”

He squeezed me again. My heart fluttered as we watched from a distance. Michael was still wearing his tuxedo and Susannah wore her wedding dress, and had replaced the veil just as we had hoped. They knelt side by side, holding hands and sitting back on their ankles. They look straight forward at us, yet remain perfectly still.

After enjoying the view and a few more sips, we hand our empty glasses to Heather. She took them and I say...

“Refills, then you may watch from here.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you.”

As she walked back into the house I turned to watch her. I’ve always enjoyed watching her naked ass sway so seductively with that ponytail swaying the opposite direction of her ass. The spikes she wears adds 6 inches to her height, bringing her to a modest 5’6 and an inch shorter than myself in my bare feet.

I look back at our prize, then turned to kiss my husband on the cheek, and he kissed my forehead in return. Then he led us into the garden. We walked the short grass path that runs between the rose garden and the wildflowers. As we got close, I felt my heart begin to pound, and we stopped a few steps in front of them.

They’re now looking slightly upward at us, and waiting for instructions. Their programming was very specific, and they’ve accepted it perfectly. My husband stood on my left, in front of the bride, and the groom in front of me. Four hours ago we watched them take their wedding vows, proclaiming their love for each other. It was so romantic and sweet. Now here we are, together, to finish the ceremony which had only begun earlier. My husband pulled me tightly against him and gave me a squeeze, then took my hand in his. We stood side by side, holding hands just as we had 20 years ago. Then he began...

“Michael, have you memorized your vow?”

“Yes Sir.”

I could tell he was nervous and his voice cracked.

“Susannah, have you memorized your vow?”

“I have Sir.”

Just like Michael, her voice was weak and quivered. I smiled at both of them, then up to my husband. He returned my smile then said...

“Michael, you may speak your vow.”

His voice was weak, then he cleared his throat and began again.

“I, Michael Rodgers, give myself to thee, Mr Reynolds and thee Mrs Reynolds, for you to have and to own, to serve and obey you, from this day forward, to make your lives better and easier, to love you and cherish you, till death do us part, and thereto, I give myself to you, as my Master and Mistress.”

I felt my eyes tearing up as he spoke his vow. Then my husband spoke...

“Susannah, you may now speak your vow.”

“Yes Sir”

“I, Susannah Pratt Rodgers, give myself to thee, Mr Reynolds and thee Mrs Reynolds, for you to have and to own, to serve and obey you, from this day forward, to make your lives better and easier, to love you and cherish you, till death do us part, and thereto, I give myself to you, as my Master and Mistress.”

I was squeezing my husbands hand and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I’ve never felt such love or been happier than now. I saw the flash from the camera as Heather captured the moment. Then my husband continued...

“We accept your gift of eternal submission, to be our property, our slaves, and our pets. We promise to care for you and feed you, and keep you from harm. To keep you both busy and sheltered, from this day forward and for the rest of your lives.”

I’ve never felt such love. The look of joy on their faces as my husband said our vows, meant so much to me. He squeezed my hand and continued...

“You, Michael Rodgers Reynolds and you, Susannah Pratt Rodgers Reynolds may now disrobe as our property and prepare for final devotion.”

My husband slipped his arm around my waist while we watching the bride and groom remain kneeling, as they stripped off their clothes. Susannah’s white gown was beautiful. As she took it off, it gathering around her, making her look like she knelt in a cloud. Michael’s tuxedo seemed more cumbersome to remove, with all it’s parts. As instructed, neither wore anything under their wedding clothes.

It took only five minutes before they both knelt naked before us. Another flash from the camera with both kneeling, their wedding clothes piled around them. I could see they had been waxed of all body hair as instructed. As soon as they were settled, my husband spoke...

“Michael, are you still the virgin you were when you first began dating Susannah?”

“Yes Master.”

“Susannah, are you still the virgin you were when you first began dating Michael.”

“Yes I am Master.”

“Good, you may now worship.”

I quivered seeing the smiles on their faces as they fell forward, their lips kissing the tops of our shoes. Each crowding the other to worship each of us. The flashing of the camera continued, it should make a beautiful wedding journal once we get copies from earlier. My husband turned and took me in his arms, he kissed me passionately while our newlyweds worshipped our feet. After a lengthy kiss, we looked down, they both moved in unison back and forth, kissing us. Then it was time, and my loving husband spoke...

“Continue, follow.”

We turned and walked toward the house. Our newlyweds crawling to keep up, and working desperately to kiss our feet as best they can, while we make our way into the house. The camera flashing every few feet as we walked through the house until we stood in the middle of our bedroom. Heather had a dozen candles flicking in the room, and our drinks were waiting on the nightstand. Again my husband kissed me, then said...

“You may now undress us.”

Both began at our feet, and removed our shoes before working their way up. Michael was funny, perhaps and most likely, removing a womens clothes for the first time. His hands were trembling as he fumbled with the zipper pull on my dress. I didn’t help him, but let him figure it out on his own.

Looking at my husband, I watched the expression on Susannah’s face as she pulled my husband’s pants down, and saw the bulge in his boxers. She blushed and I thought, how cute.

Michael unhooked my bra, then came around in front of me. When he pulled the bra straps off my shoulders and it fell off, the shocked expression he had trying to catch it was priceless. He looked up at my breasts hanging above him, and I wondered if he’d ever felt a woman’s bare breast. When pulling down my panties, his hands were trembling and he paused to stare at my smooth mound. I looked down at his hard cock. It wasn’t as big as my husband’s, but that didn’t surprise me. My husband’s 8 inches is larger than the average man.