Serena
by Arty

9.	Obedience and Worship

Serena danced around the room her energy seemed boundless.
I'd tried to exhaust her with oral sex, but I'd wasted my
time. Well okay, not wasted exactly, but you know what I
mean. It was late and the car would be here soon to take her
to the estate. Earlier I'd removed his rings from her and
replaced them with small studs. Tomorrow I'd put my rings on
her and then, apart from giving her a slave name, she'd be
mine. I'd felt that this was needless and melodramatic, but
Serena had been adamant. We'd almost had our first real
fight. Once more I'd reflected that Slave and subservient
were not necessarily synonyms. Finally she'd wheedled me
into agreeing and then she tormented me to one of the most
explosive orgasms of my life. I didn't know why I'd tried to
disagree; agreeing was so much more rewarding!

It was dark and the cul-de-sac where we lived was secluded.
Tonight she'd asked that I let her leave alone. Reluctantly
I agreed, even more reluctantly I'd let her go naked once
more. She slipped on a coat as she left the house and
skipped barefoot to the pavement to wait for the car. I
resisted the temptation to watch from the window and I went
to bed instead.
 
The sonorous cadences of the Book of Common Prayer marriage
service rolled around us as the minister took delight in the
theatricality of the language and the all too infrequent
chance to use the service. I reflected that the medieval
church had it right; you only get to do these things once in
your life. The ceremony ought to reflect this. I'm not a big
churchgoer. I don't know how I feel about God. All I know is
that if I were him, I'd hate the corporate-speak English
that church services were now couched in. The minister had
been surprised at Serena's insistence on including the word
obey. She'd put it succinctly, 'If I promise to obey him, he
promises to worship me; I think it's a small price to pay.'
The minister had smiled at this and no more was said on the
matter.

"Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live
together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of
Matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep
her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other,
keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I will." 

I stared adoringly at the woman who stood before me looking
radiant in her chiffon wedding dress that was at once both
demure and highly erotic.

"Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live
together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of
Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour,
and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all
other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall
live?"

"I will." 

I gulped at the love that blazed from her as she said these
words. Just at that moment, a beam of sunlight streamed
through a clear glass window and illuminated us. The
congregation gasped as Serena seemed to glow ethereally as
she said these two words.

Soon it was time for the vows. The minister led me through
them, though I knew them by heart. 

"I, David Roy take thee Jane Isobel to my wedded wife, to
have and to hold from this day forward, for better for
worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to
love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to
God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth." I
felt a lump in my throat as I spoke the words of my vow and
then it was Serena's turn.

"I, Jane Isobel take thee David Roy to my wedded husband, to
have and to hold from this day forward, for better for
worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to
love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according
to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."
Another radiant smile came my way as I prepared to place the
wedding ring on her finger.

"With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and
with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the Name of the
Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen."

There would be other rings, but we felt it wouldn't have
been appropriate to place them on her in the church. I don't
remember much of the rest of the service apart from being
vaguely disappointed that I couldn't kiss the bride, at
least not in public anyway. We did do a whole lot of kissing
as soon as we got to the vestry on the way to signing the
registry. The minister coughed to gain our attention and we
did the signing thing. Serena signed her maiden name for the
last time and finally we were done. We filed back to the
altar and took our places

As I said, the rest of it was a blur until we found
ourselves alone in a room at the hotel where we were having
our wedding reception. I watched as Serena, my wife slipped
out of her wedding dress and knelt at my feet. She smiled up
at me and started to undo my flies. I stepped back from her.

"Not yet, impatient Slave." I grinned to take the sting from
the word and helped her to her feet as I sat on a convenient
chair. I took the box containing the other 'wedding rings'
from my pocket and opened it. With many giggles and not a
few moans we replaced all the studs with my rings. I stood
up and asked her to hold out her hand.

"I have a fourth ring, I think you know what to do with it."

She looked at her hand and she smiled as she saw the simple
gold band that now lay in her palm. Taking my left hand she
slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger and repeated
the words from the ceremony.

"With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and
with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the Name of the
Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." For
some reason she was crying when she said this.

"Is anything wrong?" I was bewildered; I didn't think I'd
forgotten anything. She thumped my shoulder lightly.

"Of course there's nothing wrong; I'm just happy." So
saying, she hugged me fiercely and started crying in
earnest.

"If this is you being happy, I'd really hate to see you when
you're upset." She giggled and I was treated to the sight of
a woman sobbing, crying, and laughing simultaneously.

"Now that you've reduced me to a blubbering wreck I'll have
to clean up. Go back to the reception and see that
everything is all right."

"You know what everyone will think we'll have been doing,
right?"

"Well they'll have been wrong won't they? Now go!"

"Excuse me? Who's the Slave and who's the Master around here
anyway?"

She laughed. "If my Master doesn't get his ass downstairs
this minute, my Master will get his ass kicked."

"Alright, already! I'm going." I opened the door and stuck
out my tongue at her. "Uppity Slave, she'll get hers." I
muttered darkly as I left.

"I'll be waiting, Master." Her delighted laughter followed
me down the corridor.

As I'd expected I received knowing looks and winks for the
next ten minutes or so until the joke wore thin. However,
the arrival of Serena took everyone's breath away, mine
included. As we danced I asked what she had done.

"I took off a couple of layers from the dress. You like?"

"I love!"

"Oh God, I'm so horny."

"And why is that?"

"I put the chain on my clit ring."

I shouldn't have laughed, because we were once again the
centre of attention. She thumped me again.

"Will you stop doing that? I'll be black and blue before we
make it to the honeymoon suite!"

We danced for a while longer, but we owed it to our guests
to circulate some more. Occasionally we would get separated
and then I would have the pleasure, along with the rest of
the male population of the room, in trying to guess how much
of Serena I could actually see through the dress. I swear a
few of my more adolescent friends were practically drooling
when we'd finished talking to them.

As the evening drew on, I could see Serena was becoming more
and more flushed. I knew the reason and delighted in
refusing her requests to be able to remove the chain. In the
end I told her, "You put it on, now you can live with the
consequences. I don't want to hear any more about it."

"Yes, Master."

"You're so cute when you pout, do you know that?"

"This Slave doesn't presume to know what my Master finds
cute, Master."

"Well, I do find you cute, so shut up and Slave. Slave." I
kissed her as masterfully as I knew how, causing her to melt
into me and moan quietly.

"Come on, Jack said he wanted a word."

We found Jack by himself in a small room off the main
ballroom. Serena's parents joined us and one of Jack's other
slaves loitered outside to discourage others from following
us in there. A small table was set with a bottle of
champagne and five flutes. Jack poured the champagne and
gestured for us to pick up the glasses as he proposed a
toast.

"To David and Jane, may they long know happiness and love as
husband and wife, master and slave."

Serena's parents echoed our names.

"David and Jane."

Then we clinked our glasses and drank.

"Right I've got you in here to tell you some things that you
need to know. First I've upgraded the cruise you were going
on to the full four weeks and moved you to first class while
I was about it." He impatiently waved down our objections,
which mainly centred on the fact that we hadn't booked the
holiday. "Yes, yes I know all that. I've sorted the holiday
bookings out, though I didn't really need to. It's nobody's
business but hers if the owner of the company chooses to
extend her honeymoon."

Serena stared at her former Master in total shock. To be
fair, she was not the only one whose jaw dropped, when we
finally worked out the import of his convoluted statement.

"But…" She tried again. "How…"

"I thought you would need a little job security in your old
age and I had some cash burning a hole in my pocket so this
seemed the ideal solution." He was enjoying our discomfiture
enormously. I vowed to myself that I would get him for this.
This was not the end of his little store of surprises,
however.

"Oh yes. You need to take possession of this." He handed
Serena a savings account passbook in a leather cover. I
could see her name embossed on the front. She opened it,
riffled through the pages and gasped in shock as she read
the balance on the page where the latest entry was printed.

"You'll probably want to put the money somewhere that gains
you a better return, but the advantage of the Swiss account
is that you don't pay any tax on it." Unable to say anything
Serena turned the book towards me and it was my turn to be
shocked. The figures blurred a little as my mind tried to
make sense of the numbers, but eventually things settled
down and I took note of the first three figures '£437.' the
full stop threw me for a while and then I realised that this
was a Swiss bank and they would be using continental
separators, I did the translation and came up with '£437,
024.59'.

"Jack is this right?"

"If you're reading just over £437,000 then yes."

"I can't accept this M… Jack" Serena stumbled over the
unfamiliar form of address.

"Well that's up to you, of course. Give it away if it makes
you feel better."

Serena turned to me. "Master will you remove my chain? I
need to think straight and I can't with it attached to my
ring."

"Of course…" Before I could offer to take her somewhere to
do it, she raised the skirt of her dress and pushed her
shaven sex towards me. I unclipped the chain trying not to
heighten her arousal any more than I needed. Even so, her
labia glistened with her juices and with her skirt raised we
were all treated to the scent of her arousal. Blushing a
little, she dropped her skirt.

We all drank champagne as we waited for Serena's equilibrium
to be restored. Finally when she felt that she had recovered
enough she waved the savings book at Jack.

"What is this all about?"

"When you were born I did for you what I promised myself I
would do for any child of mine, should I have any. Each
month I paid an amount in, which was based on your age plus
a base amount. When you were sixteen I added the 'Slave in
training' salary and when you turned eighteen I changed it
to the 'Trained Slave' amount. Just the basic salary you
understand." He grinned at that; I looked a question at
Serena.

She turned to me. "He paid me the same as his Kitchen
Slaves." She smiled at him and continued. "Which was more
than I deserved. How can I accept this?"

"It gives me great happiness to give this to you, how can
you not?"

Serena sighed in the manner of women everywhere, as they
contemplate a beloved and naughty child being caught in the
act of yet more mischief. "I suppose I'll have to let you
then." Then she reached up and hugged him. "Thank you, Uncle
Jack." For the first time since I'd met him, Jack blushed.
Serena giggled when she saw this and to forestall further
embarrassment on his part I asked a question.

"Could we set it up as some sort of trust so that only Jane
can benefit?"

Serena turned to me with a question in her eyes.

"I know we've just got married and later on I'll be claiming
her as my Slave, but I want her to know, without a shadow of
a doubt, that she is not trapped and that I'm not with her
for her money."

Serena started to protest, but I cut her short. I was
adamant.

"I won't be moved on this; I don't want to be able to touch
the money. Ever."

Jack looked surprised, and pleased. I was absurdly happy
that I'd managed to impress him. "While we are about it can
we do something similar for the company too." He nodded.

"I'll have the papers ready for Jane's signature when you
return from your cruise."

We finished the champagne in silence and then Jack and
Serena's father shook my hand and Salome gave me a hug that
almost cracked a rib. She murmured in my ear.

"You are the sweetest person I've ever met. I can't tell you
how pleased I am to have you for a son-in-law."

Jack spoke as he took a quick look at his watch, "We'd
better get back to the party or tongues will wag!"

The rest of the evening was wonderful, but the time for us
to retire to our honeymoon suite couldn't come a moment too
soon.

-Continued-

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