Enslaving Abbey

         ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART NINE

       This is Jim Bryant again.  It has been some time since I wrote you about my wife, Abbey, and how she has been turned into the perfect sex slave.  There is a chapter of this story that has not been told.  Remember, during Abbey’s incarceration at Haus Krueger, he was training another candidate to be a sex slave.  Caron had been sent to Krueger prior to her marriage.  Her husband-to-be wanted her to be a complete sex slave, and wife.  Krueger allowed me to have her a several times during Abbey’s stay.  I must say Krueger had done a remarkable job with Caron.  She reacted very well to the whip, or any kind of torture.  Caron could literally suck a cock for hours.  I had her suck my cock one evening as I watched a full length BDSN movie.  She kept me hard, very near a climax for over an hour.  When I finally did cum, I thought I was going to die with pleasure  Literally anything is possible with her.  She was a hot sex slave, relishing her slavery.

       After Abby “graduated” from Krueger’s establishment, we did not hear about Caron any more, at least for a while.  About a month or so  after Abbey was returned to me, Hans Krueger called me.  He told me Caron was about to be married, and her husband-to-be wanted to invite us to the wedding ceremony.  I jumped at the chance.

       Krueger said the wedding would be held at Haus Krueger.  All Masters would be dressed in black robes, only, which would be provided by him.  All slaves, like Abbey, must be naked, bound, gagged, and wearing only high heel shoes.  Naturally, collars and other bondage gear were acceptable.  This sounded like a great event, and a hell of a party!  This was to be a Master/slave BDSM wedding.  I was looking forward to attending, as was Abbey.

       On the day in question, a Saturday afternoon, we arrived at Haus Krueger.  I am still in awe of the beauty of the place and surrounding grounds, and the seclusion.  It is ideal for this type or gathering because of the privacy factor.  It is nearly impossible to see the house and grounds because of the distance from the road and the heavy foliage.

       Abby was beautiful, as usual.  She had paid particular attention to her hair and make up.  She was wearing four inch shiny patent leather high heel pumps.  I had bought special patent leather wrist and ankle cuffs, along with a matching collar and leash.  After her wrists were locked behind her back, a patent leather belt was used to tightly bind her elbows together.  Her rather large, and spectacular breasts were pushed out to new prominence.  As we traveled to Krueger’s place, I did not bother to cover her with a cape, since my window are tinted rather dark.  I toyed with her breasts, and rummaged through her cunt.  By the time we reached the Krueger house, Abbey was very aroused, and my cock was hard.

       At Krueger’s place, I parked the car near the front door.  Several other cars were already there.  It was my understanding that five other couples were invited, along with the bride’s mother and father.  Given this is a BDSM wedding, with all female attendees being naked and bound, I wondered how the bride’s mother and father were going to handle it.  Not everyone is into Master/slave BDSM relationships, especially when it is your own daughter who is an abject trained sex slave to her new husband.

       Abbey looked fantastic as she stepped out of my car.  We were greeted by an eager Girard.  He was all smiles.  He embraced Abbey’s naked body and kissed her, careful to not mess up her lip stick.

       “It is good to see you, again, Little Slave”, he said as he grasped her breasts while he was embracing her.  “You have been missed here.  I miss our early morning tete’ a tete’.”

       Abby smiled, replying, “Thank you, Sir.”

       Girard then grasped Abbey’s breasts with both hands, squeezing and pulling on them.  He slapped them, the said to her, “Abbey, you beautiful slave slut.  You have the most beautiful tits in the universe.  They were made to be whipped and tormented.”

       Abby smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”

       Girard then shook my hand and said, “Sir, welcome to Krueger’s.  He is looking forward to seeing you, and Abbey.  First, we must gag her.”

       “Not a problem.  Here, I’ll let you gag her.”

       I handed Girard a newly purchased ball gag.  It was red with a patent leather strap, matching the rest of her outfit.

       “This is very nice.  I love matching outfits like this.  Abbey, mouth open“, Girard ordered.

       Abbey opened her sweet mouth passively, and stood there while Girard pushed the red ball past her soft red lips and deep into her mouth.  I grasped her hair and held it up, out of the way while he connected the strap behind her neck.  He pulled the strap very tight, pushing the gag deeper, with the strap pressing into the sides of her face.  He smiled with satisfaction, and locked the buckle on the strap.  Abbey was securely gagged.  I let her shoulder length black flaxen hair fall into place.  Abbey was incredible.  I imagine Krueger will want to fuck her before the reception is over.

       `Girard took Abbey’s leash, and after slapping her breasts again, began jerking on leash, leading us into the house.  We were held up for a couple of minutes while I undressed in an anti-room and donned a black silk robe and matching slippers.  All the men guests were wearing similar garb.  I discovered robe had no belt and stayed open in a flowing manner as you walked or just standing.  Your cock and balls were always visible.  Even when I sat down, the robe opened displaying my cock and balls even more.  This told me this could be a really great wedding reception.  Krueger likes this style.  The constant show of cock and balls is arrogance on the Masters part.  I have learned great number of Masters require their slaves to be constantly looking at an exposed cock.  Failure to do so begs punishment.  I may institute that rule around my house with Abbey. 

       We were the last couple to arrive.  Girard lead us to a small two seat settee couch, similar to a love seat, near the front of the gathering.  I walked behind my naked and bound Abbey, watching her body as she walked and noticed all the other Masters were watching Abbey as she walked to her seat.  Her breasts jiggled and swayed deliciously as she walked behind Girard.  I was proud to show her to the others.  As I sat down, I was looking around, trying to locate the mother and father of the Bride.  There they were, sitting where the Bride’s family usually sits, to the left of the isle in the front row, and was I ever surprised! 

       The father was about fifty years old and his wife, the mother of the Bride was in her mid-forties.  As I say this, I must also point out that the father was a rather handsome sophisticated looking gentleman dressed in the same type of robe as the other men were wearing, and the mother of the Bride was stunning.  She was blonde, like her daughter, Caron.  It was obvious that she works at keeping figure.  Her breasts are rather large, and her skin was the color of peaches and cream.  She was a gorgeous sex slave!

       `The mother of the Bride was naked and severely bound, with her wrists and arms were restrained behind her back in a very tight  single glove.  There were additional straps at the wrists and elbows, buckled tightly.  It was obvious that her elbows were tightly bound together.  The way her naked breasts were pushed out, presented to the world, said she was in good shape, and her bondage was severe.  All my questions about the relationship between the Bride and her parents were answered.  The mother was gagged with what appeared to be a penis gag, which matched her collar, single glove and ankle cuffs.  I was in a position to see her magnificent breasts.  I could see at least two whip marks, striations on her breasts, just above the nipples.  I would imagine I will see more whip marks when I get closer to her, and when she is standing up.  I looked at Abbey, and yes, I could see some light whip marks on her breasts from a whipping she received yesterday.  I was proud of her marks, and  I wish I had whipped her harder so the lash marks would be more pronounced.  I looked down at my lap.  My robe had slipped open like it was designed to do, and my very erect cock was very much at attention.  I noticed Abbey was looking down at it.  Even with the gag in her mouth, she smiled at me.  I slipped my hand between Abbey’s creamy thighs and started to rummage through her sweet cunt.  Abbey opened her leg to give me easier access.  Her pussy was hot, and very wet.  I heard her moan softly behind her gag as I played with her cunt, a moan of pleasure and arousal.

       You could feel the sexual tension as Hans Krueger walked into the room.  Hans, as usual, was remarkable.  He still had the bearing of a cruel demanding master.  He too was wearing a black silk robe, and it was hanging open displaying his body.  His erection was obvious as his rampant cock could be seen by everyone.  As Krueger entered the room, the father of the bride got up and walked to the back of the room.

       “Good Afternoon, dear family and guests”, Krueger commenced.  “We are here for a very happy occasion.  A recent student of ours is here to marry.  Caron will be given to her fiancee, James in marriage.  This will be special wedding, as she will become his bride, and his sex slave.  She trained here for some four months prior to being an acceptable sex slave for her new husband.  We wish them all the happiness a Master and his slave deserve.”

       I leaned over and kissed Abbey on her cheek and gave her breast a squeeze.  My hand was still between her thighs, teasing her cunt.  I noticed smiles of approval from the rest of the assembly.

       Kruger continued, “Here to officate over this happy event, is Judge Raymond Cane.  Your Honor, if you would please come forward.”

       I turned and saw the Judge as he rose from his chair and came to the front of the room.  I did recognize the gentleman.  He was in fact a sitting judge, and the pretty bound, naked, slave next to him was his wife.  I had seen their pictures in the newspaper in the social pages.  I guess the BDSM world is much larger than I knew about.

       The judge spoke,  “Good afternoon, friends and family.  We are here today to participate in the joining of Caron Elman and Roger Moss in marriage.  May I introduce the groom.”

       A handsome man in his thirties stepped into the room from a side door.  Like the rest of the men, he was wearing the prescribed silken robe and matching slippers.  He moved to where the Judge was standing, and turned to the crowd, looking at the back of the room.  His cock was rigidly erect and he had a smile on his face.  Another man, dressed in the same fashion joined the groom.  I could only assume he was the best man.

       Just then, from a speaker system, came the music of the “Wedding March”.  The Judge motioned for us to stand and face the rear of the room.  I pulled Abbey close to me, my arm around her waist, so I could play with her breasts as we watched the wedding prosession.  I moved behind Abbey so she could used her restgrained hands to stroke my cock.  Several of the other Masters were doing the same. 

       I looked to the back of the room, and there I saw the father of the Bride and his daughter, Caron Elman.  She was stunning in her appearance, and the rigidity of her bondage.  She was wearing white, all white.  Her collar, gag, garter belt, hose and high heel shoes were white, as was her wrist and ankle cuffs.  Her wrists were locked together behind her back and a white leather belt was wrapped around her elbows.  The belt pulled her elbows painfully together, holding them tightly against themselves.  Caron’s shoulders showed the strain they were under because of her bondage.  A golden chain linked her ankle cuffs, hobbling her.  A small lace vail was anchored to the top of her head, flowing down to just past her shoulders.  Her nipples had a delcate gold chain with loops around each nipple.  The loops were adjustable, and were pulled tight causing considerable discomfort in her nipples.  The chain was short, and taut between Caron’s nipples.  While it was very attractive, it was obvious that each nipple was pulling against the other nipple, adding to her discomfort.  As she walked her breasts jiggled and swayed, causing her nipples to pull against each other.  I noticed she had gold rings installed in the soft nether lips of her cunt.  When I last fucked her, her pussy lips had not been pierced, although Krueger said her husband-to-be was talking about doing so.

       In keeping with the sexual tension in the room, I has working Abbey’s pussy.  She was becoming very aroused.  Her nipples were hard and her breath was becoming rather ragged.  I didn’t want to upstage the wedding by making Abbey cum during the ceremony, but I wanted her aroused.

       I leaned over and whispered, “Slave, if you cum, you cunt will be whipped until you think it is on fire.  Do you hear me?”

       Abbey nodded her head.  She knew I would not stop, so she had to find a way to distract her mind from what was going on.  This was difficult of her as everything, and everybody in the room represented the best of hot BDSM sex.  I continued to toy with her.  I would deliberately take her to the edge of a climax, the stop and let her settle down.  It was a delicious sex game.  Poor Abbeyhad no idea what I was going to do, or make her do.

       As the music played, the father of the bride, George Elman, hugged her, and kissed her on her gagged mouth, grasped Caron’s leash, and tugging on it, began leading her, escorting her down the isle to the front of the room.  I noticed Caron’s father was sporting a massive erection.  As I stood there watching this father escort this slave beauty to the alter, I wondered if he had ever fucked her.  I noticed that he keeped looking at her body as they walked.  Yes, his cock was rigid, bouncing and swaying as he walked.

       I looked over at the mother of the bride, George Elman’s wife and sex slave as she stood there, watching her bound and naked daughter being escorted to the wedding alter..  She was a beautiful woman.  Her breasts were magnificently large, yet held their shape.  They were beautiful.  Her breasts swayed seductively as she stood and moved to watch her daughter being escorted to the alter.  I noticed a few more fading whip marks on her breasts and the fronts of her creamy thighs.  My cocked throbbed as I looked at her and thought about the possibilities.  I hoped I would have a chance at fucking, or torturing Caron’s mother.

       When Caron reached the altar where the judge was standing, the judge looked out at the attendees and said, “We have Caron Elman before us, to be married to James Rowe.  Who gives this woman to be wed, and to enter into sexual slavery.”

       George Elman replied, “I do.”

       With that, he handed the leash to the best man who stepped down and stood behind to Caron.  It was as if she were a slave whose custody had just changed.  George Elman hugged and kissed his daughter again, with one hand playing with her breasts.  His hand moved down her body to her steaming pussy.  He gave it a gentle slap, then back away from her.  He then stepped away and went to his bound and naked wife, leaving Caron at the altar in the custody of the best man.  The groom, James Rowe moved down and stood on the beside of Caron.  The attendees took their seats, again.

       “Best Man”, the Judge said.  “You may removed the prisoner’s gag.”

       The penis gag in Caron’s mouth was rather large, and tightly embedded in her tender mouth.  The Best Man unlocked the strap, and slowly slid the gag from her mouth.  Again, the judge spoke.

       “James Rowe, Sir, do you take prisoner Caron Elman to be your wedded wife.  To love, hold, care for, and protect her until death you two shall part?”

       The groom replied, “Yes, I do.”

       “Do you also take the prisoner to be your complete, abject, naked and bound slave, specifically, your sex slave?  Do you promise to train and discipline her, making her the best sex slave possible?  No matter how she might object, or complain, will you maintain her strict sex slave and prisoner status as long as she is with you?”

       “Yes, I do.”

       “And now, prisoner Caron Elman, do you accept the groom’s offers, and accept being his lawfully wedded wife.”

       Caron softly replied, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Further, do you accept him to be your Master, and submit to James Rowe, being his totally abject, naked, bound sex slave, obeying him at all times?”

       Caron looked up at her future husband and master, smiling, and answered, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Caron, do you understand that as a sex slave to James Rowe, he will punish you, torture you, require you to submit to any sex act, require you to submit sexually to any person he choses to give you to?  That person can require any sex act of you, can bind, torture, and rape you, and force you to submit and obey?  He and any individual will punish or torture you sexually as punishment for any disobedeance, or for the shear pleasure of punishing, torturing, and raping you.  Do you submit to being James Rowe’s sex slave, with no reservations or caveats?”

       Caron’s voice was a little softer and submissive, but could be heard by the assembled crowd.  “Yessir, I submit to being my Master’s sex slave.”

       You could hear sighs and murmers of approval in the gathered sex slave masters and slaves.  In a very real way, it was a touching moment.  Every cock was rigid, and several of the wives/sex slaves had a tear running down their gagged faces.

       “James, and slave Caron, by the power vested in me by the state, I hereby pronouce you man and wife, Master and slave.  James, you may kiss your bride, and now your slave.  Best Man, will you complete her slavery.”

       The best man disconnected the leash from Caron’s collar, and knelt down to attach the leash to rings which were installed in the nether lips of her cunt.  He then handed Caron’s leash to James Rowe.  The groom pulled Caron to his body, using the cunt leash, pulling on her pussy lips, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, and with his heated cock against her belly.  The kiss was long and passionate.  All of the attendees approved.

       The judge spoke again, “Caron, to show your servility to James Rowe, and yhour acceptance of him being your master, you will now kneel in front of him and suck his cock.”

       James kissed Caron again, then put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her nylon covered knees.  Caron moved up on her knees until her lips touched his cock.  She kissed the heated head of his cock, and licking it with her sweet pink tongue.  Turning her head, she moved down and kissed his balls.  Then licking and kissing the shaft of his cock, she moved her mouth back to the throbbing head.  Caron kissed his cock again, then slipped her soft full lips over the deliciously aching head, her tongue lashing the sensitive head.  Members of the wedding party were now moving forward to the front of the room to get a better view of this moment.  George Elman pushed Caron’s mother closer so she could see her daughters sucking her new husbands cock.  It was a beautiful thing to behold.

       We all gathered around, watching Caron work on her new husband’s cock.  It did not take very long.  Caron is now a trained and talented sex slave, and cock sucker.  Her husband has been aroused for several hours.  Soon, we saw his body move in a sexual induced convulsion, letting scalding hot jets of cum shoot into Caron’s sweet slave mouth.  She worked hard to swallow all of his issue, and was successful.  Those attendees that weren’t bound, applauded her efforts and the pleasure she brought to her master.

       The Judge turned to the crowd, and announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and slaves, I give you Mister and Misses James Rowe, Master James and Slave Caron.”