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"Obscure," Part 12
by c.w. cobblestone

It was a beautiful wedding, I'm told. 

I never saw it. While Natalie and Luke were at the chapel tying the knot, I was
at home, packing everything for their honeymoon. They were going on a two-week
cruise to Hawaii, so I made sure to pack lots of swimsuits. 

Natalie has dozens of them. Bikinis, one-pieces, some with ruffles, one with
pictures of peacocks on it - Natalie never does anything half-assed, even when
it comes to buying bathing suits.

I agonized over which ones to pack. I knew if she didn't like my selections,
I'd be hearing about it later! I also made sure to pack two bottles of suntan
lotion. Luke, being fair-skinned, always uses the lotion that offers the most
protection from the sun; the olive-complexioned Natalie only needs the minimum
sunscreen.

These are the small details you pick up on after you've been a slave for a few
years, like I have. I've had to learn the hard way exactly how Natalie and Luke
want things done. A few hard smacks across the face always does wonders for the
memory, let me tell you!

I absent-mindedly twirled a pair of Natalie's panties between my fingers and
wistfully looked out the window at the leaves, gently brushing the pane. A
beautiful day for a wedding...all those years, down the drain...the wedding
will over soon with a big kiss...then the reception...what did I do wrong?

I felt the familiar wash of self-pity start to settle on my shoulders like a
pirate's mangy vulture, but I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to shake loose
the images playing in my mind. While I certainly had every right to feel sorry
for myself, I knew the only way I'd get through this would be to focus on
reality and stop wondering what might have been. Natalie is Luke's girl now, I
told myself. Get used to it.

I continued packing the suitcases. I put the two bottles of suntan lotion into
Natalie's blue travel bag after quickly double-checking: light screen for
Natalie, heavy for Luke. I thought about my life as a servent to these two
high-powered lawyers. It isn't easy, let me tell you. They've both become quite
spoiled, and I'm expected to provide perfect service, with no exceptions. As
Natalie and Luke's butler, maid, sex-slave and all-around whipping boy, there's
a lot of details I have to keep up on. 

Mostly, it's the little things. For instance, Luke likes real cream in his
coffee - none of that powdered shit for the master of the household! Natalie
drinks her coffee black, but she often enjoys a cup of tea, with one cream and
a half-packet of sugar. Luke can't stand tea.

And for some reason, Luke likes me to iron his boxer shorts. I don't know if
it's a power thing or what. Maybe it really matters for him to have military
creases in his underwear. But, either way, it's a chore I have to do every day.


Natalie doesn't require me to iron her panties, but she does make me iron their
silk bedsheets. That's a tough job, one of the toughest. I have to keep the
iron on a low setting so I don't ruin the delicate material...but, with the
iron on "low," the wrinkles are a bitch to get out! 

It's always so humiliating to see them lounging around on the bedsheets I've
worked so hard on, getting them all wrinkled again! But what do they care? If
it takes me an hour to iron them again the next day - well, that's my problem.
I doubt if they even think about things like that anymore. I'm like a
lightswitch. When you flick the switch, you expect the light to go on. You
don't even think about it. Well, I'm the lightswitch around here: when Natalie
or Luke give me an order, they don't give it a second's thought - it's just
expected that I'll hop right to it. With a smile.

I was doing a good job of keeping my mind occupied, but when I glanced on the
nightstand and saw the bridal magazine sitting there, I hung my head again.
Right now Natalie was probably looking deep into Luke's eyes and promising to
love him forever, as Luke slipped the ring onto her delicate finger and
returned the promise. I closed my eyes again and tried to think soothing
thoughts...

After everything was packed, I kind of stood there in the bedroom for a few
minutes, unsure of what to do with myself. I still had about eight hours until
I had to take the suitcases to the hotel where Natalie and Luke were staying.
After the reception, they were going to spend the night in the hotel, then
catch a plane to California the next day. They'd be on the water by 7 that
evening.

I was well-acquainted with their itinerary - I set up the whole damn trip. In
fact, I set up the entire wedding. I don't know how many buses I took to
various floral shops, printers, bakeries...I must've taken three or four
different buses back and forth every day for a few months there!

Since I still had time on my hands, I decided to put a movie on the VCR. I
don't have any movies of my own, so when I'm home alone I have to pick from
either Natalie or Luke's collection. Natalie likes those mushy love stories and
Luke likes shoot-em-up flicks, so I don't have much to choose from.

As I browsed through the movie shelf, my heart caught in my throat as I came
across the tape marked, "Brian and Natalie's Wedding 6/7/93." Our wedding tape!
What a time to come across that!

I held the tape in my hands for several minutes, trying to decide whether or
not to pop it in the VCR. I knew it would only bring me heartache...but some
deep, masochistic twinge took hold of me, and I found myself excitedly sliding
the tape in.

The tape wasn't rewound all the way, so the first thing I saw was the scene
where we cut the wedding cake. We both looked so young! I was surprised to see
myself five years ago; I looked so full of life then! The dark circles weren't
yet under my eyes. I looked...happy.

On the TV screen, I saw a hopeful young man, dreaming of a good life ahead of
him. I was walking on clouds back then. I was so ecstatic to be marrying such a
beautiful woman like Natalie! If only I knew...

Natalie was in law school then, and she was only just beginning to discover the
true depth of her power over me. I've been pretty much pussy-whipped throughout
our entire relationship, but at first things weren't so bad. She actually
treated me with a measure of respect most of the time.

But gradually, things changed. By the time we got married, she knew that she
had me totally wrapped around her little finger. And then the demons began to
come out...

I watched the screen as we cut the cake. As is the usual custom, Natalie picked
up a huge piece of cake and smashed it in my face. She laughed as I sputtered
and spit and coughed. After I collected myself, I picked up my own piece of
cake and raised my arm, ready to return the favor. Natalie sharply held up her
finger and flashed me one of her "looks." I sheepishly put the piece of cake
down and smiled stupidly at the wedding party gathered around. It was obvious
to everyone watching who was going to be the boss in this relationship!

I rewound the tape to the beginning, and moved over to the sofa to watch the
whole thing.

I knew watching this tape was going to break my heart, but as soon as I saw
Natalie walking down the aisle in her white dress, I lost it. I started crying
as I watched her move slowly toward the alter, looking so exquisitely beautiful
in her flowing white gown.

I wondered: Did she look as beautiful today, when she walked down the aisle for
Luke?

It was too much to bear. I got up and ejected the movie from the VCR. I thought
about destroying the tape, but I didn't want to get an ass-whipping later from
Natalie. Not that she had any reason to ever watch the tape again - unless she
wanted to share a good laugh with Luke!

I sadly put the tape back in the cabinet and went downstairs to take a nap.


NEXT WEEK ON THE JEFFERSONS, LOUISE HAS AN AFFAIR WITH TOM! 


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