Love, Honor, and OBEY

Leah walks up to me. She is nearly red in the face. "Ugh, my mom has to make this all about her. I mean look at how she's dressed. Has she no shame?"

"I don't think your mom even knows the word shame exists."

"I should throw her out."

"No, just let her be. I'd sure at the reception, she'll spend the time in the men's room on her knees."

Leah shakes her head. "At least she won't be in any of the photos."

I smile and nod. Oh, there will be plenty of photos of your slut mom on her knees in the men's room, I think.

The wedding is outdoors, and I have plans for Leah's stuck up sister Joann.

The guests take their seats. I look back and see Leah. Her wedding "gown" consisted of a pieces of lace around her thighs, lace around her wrists attached to small bells, and her wedding veil. Joann's father, who divorced their mom years ago, putting a collar and leash on Joann, who seems confused and shocked, but makes no protest.

The music starts, and he leads Joann down the aisle to her fiancé Kim.

He handed the leash to Kim then took a seat on the other side of the row from his now super slutty ex.

The justice of the peace began. When he got to the vows, he looked down at Joann. "Do you, Joann, promise to love, honor, and obey Kim. Do you promise to satisfy all of his sexual needs. Do you promise to always keep in shape and make yourself presentable."

"I do," said Joann meekly.

"Kim, do you promise to love, control, and dominate Joann."

"I do."

"I now pronounce you master and wife. You may now fuck the bride."