Speeches, and a little something else.

As John's sister Lynne stood proudly with her left hand resting on her kneeling sub/boyfriend's head, a couple of her professors and their mother gave short speeches on the responsibility of keeping one's subs fed and healthy, and also on the importance of rewarding subs, but only when they surrender to you utterly. Lynne gave her sub a few pats on the head during that last bit.

In principle, while women were technically allowed to have subs once both themselves and the sub were over 18, a woman's life as a domina was considered to begin at 20. The intermediate two years were considered to be a sort of practice period, before really getting into the life.

The speeches were rounded out with a short bit by the mayor, clad in an ankle-length latex dress, who contrasted the earlier speeches by expounding upon the importance of a domina being ruthless, never going easy on subs who don't keep their word or who fail her, and how men need a steady hand in order to understand their place.

"In that note, we conclude the ceremony with Lynne Doe's first official delivery of a whipping, to illustrate her new role in society."

With that, the mayor presented Lynne with an old leather whip that had been donated to the city for the occasion. Receiving the whip ceremoniously with both hands, she then took the whip into her right hand and pressed forward on the back of her sub's head, indicating that he should lower his head to the floor, presenting his ass to her. While he complied, she slipped her hand between his legs to grasp his cock for a brief moment, before straightening and taking a step back. She then proceeded to whip his exposed ass, starting off with flicks that connected with a quiet smack and working her way up to full-fledged lashes. After a half dozen full lashes, she stopped, brought the whip to rest at her hip, and prodded her sub in the ass with a boot. When he started to move forwards, she pressed the boot again onto his butt, this time pushing down with ****. He now understood and lay completely flat against the floor.

Standing with one boot on her sub's butt, Lynne bowed deeply as the audience applauded. After a long moment, she picked up her boyfriend's lead off of the floor, straightened, and began walking back towards the exit. Feeling the pull resume on his member, her sub resumed his earlier posture, hurrying after her on his knees. The walk had continued the same way as the walk in, with applause continuing until Lynne Doe had left the room with her sub, concluding the ceremony.

Recalling the events of the ceremony, John Doe felt himself growing hard, to the extent that he was able to in his s-shaped prison. The sensation reminded him that he really needed to find a way out of his predicament, and soon.

Anna Smith was talking to him, asking him if perhaps he was satisfied as he was, given how he was ignoring her.

John startled, "N-no, I really would like your help, and I want to help you with your dilemma as well, but the ceremony just seems like so much! I've never really done anything like that, and there would be so many people...Is there anything else you need help with?"

Anna smiled, totally unfazed by his hesitance, and passed John her phone. It showed a picture of her in her attire for the ceremony. The costume was all in black leather, with knee-high boots, a black bikini bottom, a corset that thrust her breasts out, and gloves that adorned the lower halves of her arms while leaving her fingers free.

"Don't you want to see me in my ceremony outfit? You'll have a front-row view throughout the entire ceremony."

She swiped her phone again, showing her backside in the outfit, which left most of her buttocks and all of her thighs exposed.

John swallowed. Not having had an orgasm since before two weeks ago when his sister had got the dreaded thing onto him, he was quite **** to sex appeal.

"C'mon, don't be a wimp, it's just for the ceremony. It'll be over before you know it!"

John's doubts about the ceremony hadn't faded in the slightest, but he needed to get out of his predicament soon. His penis's pitiful attempts to escape were already becoming quite painful as he looked at Anna's photos. Rationalizing that he would probably not have many other interactions with Anna's family afterwards anyway so little harm would be done embarrassing himself in front of them, he finally nodded. He also did want to see Anna Smith in the outfit in the photo, even if he had to go through a bit of an ordeal in the process.

Anna clapped her hands together delightedly. She had been a bit **** to show John photos of herself in such revealing clothing, but now that her gambit had succeeded she felt no remorse at all. She waived at a waitress to come over to their table, pulling out a clear folder from her bag.

"Would you be our witness for a moment?" The waitress nodded.

"John, this is a consent form for the ceremony. You agree that I did not coerce or **** you in any way to participate in the ceremony, but rather you do so entirely of your own free will."

John Doe felt a vague sense of foreboding at the formal contract, but his pride didn't let him back down now after he had already decided to go along. He took the proffered pen and hesitated a moment over the blank for his signature.

"You swear that you will hold up your part of our agreement and free me from my little problem?" The waitress giggled a bit at that, causing John to blush and wonder if she had overheard his earlier conversation.

"Yes of course, I would never lie to you!"

John shrugged and signed the form that both freed and trapped him.