Page 39 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘We are here today to celebrate the submission of a slave and the taking of that slave by a Master. We recognise that to be a true slave is a Calling, and in welcoming her into our wider family we embrace all that she is, knowing she has found her Destiny and her true heart’s desire, that of being owned by a Master.’

Abi shivered at his feet, knowing his words to be true, certain in the knowledge that this was what she wanted, yet aware of the contradiction of the lifestyle and the confusion of loving and being controlled.

‘Woman, come before me in silence. Make yourself naked. Assume the standard position of rest.’

Abi sat back on her heels, mirroring the slaves in rows on either side. Shadow leaned forward and took the cloak from her. For a moment she felt vulnerable. She wanted to curl up into a ball and assume a womb-like state, away from the eyes on all she had become. But then strengthened by the two men at her side she made her back straight, held her head high, and with eyes lowered, maintained her position, hands resting on her parted knees.

‘Who takes this woman as Property and slave?’

The velvety tones of the Grand Master made Abi want to squirm. She was inextricably aroused by both his manner and his voice. What was the matter with her? Was every man likely to have this desirable affect upon her?

‘We do. Sir Richard and Master Paul, of the House of Arcana.’

The words, strong and true, came from the lips of Shadow and Dream Catcher in unison. They were words which brought comfort in her confusion. Looking at them she could see a measure of their love sparkling in their eyes, and knew they were working together in her best interest. The last of her fears was resolved. How stupid she had been to doubt them! She would not let them down.

‘Woman, have you any reservations about entering into this relationship?’

‘No, Grand Master,’ she answered clearly into the space between them.

‘Woman, do you enter into this relationship fully and of your own free will?’

‘Yes, Grand Master, I do.’

Turning to Shadow and Dream Catcher, the same was asked of them.

‘Masters, do you have any reservations about entering into this relationship?’

Together they replied. ‘We do not.’

‘Masters, do you accept the petition of this woman to be your slave of your own free will?’

‘We so do.’

‘Masters, have you brought symbols of your ownership, the collar of submission, the leash of control?’

‘We do.’

‘Turn, woman, to face your Masters.’

Dream Catcher and Shadow moved to one side while her knees shifted around to face them, still with head high, eyes lowered.

‘Masters, you may present your symbols to your slave-to-be.’

The two men took it in turns to stand in front of Abi.

‘I, Sir Richard Armstrong, take thee, Pandora, to be my slave and my Property. I shall love, honour, protect, nurture, discipline and cherish you as my slave.’

The use of her slave name was deliberate so that the gathering might not be able to identify her in the outside world. That knowledge was reserved for her Masters.

Shadow repeated the same words as Richard, placing his own name in the place of the Master.

The commanding and yet oh so velvet voice of the Grand Master addressed Abi. ‘Slave, stand and receive your symbols of ownership.’

She immediately stood, ensuring her legs were well apart, facing her Masters now standing side by side, crossing her wrists behind her back with eyes lowered, body still. She then repeated the words the Grand Master was bidding her speak.

‘I, Pandora, take thee Sir Richard and Master Paul to be my Masters and Owners. I shall love, honour, obey and be the property of my Masters until death do us part or until my Master and owner sells or gives me as property to another.’

It was Dream Catcher who leaned forward to encircle her throat with a locket of the finest silver. ‘Slave, with this necklace of ownership we take possession of you and command

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