The room is dark and quiet, even with so many people occupying such as small space. The clock begins it’s low, resonating toll of the hour. Suddenly a single candle is lit at the front. Then hundreds more throughout the gathering of friends and well wishers. By the time the bell tolls the midnight hour, the room is softly lit by the glow.
The aisle between the two sides is marked in a manner symbolic of the occasion. By those who have gone there before. Every three feet is a woman and a single red candle. And beside each woman is a man.
At the front, under a massive array of candlelight, stand two men and one woman. The two men face the crowd and the woman knells with her head bowed as if in prayer, which she may very well be.
One of the men at the front stands higher than the other, the Master of the Ceremony. With a cane, he begins to strike the floor. Half of the gathered crowd mimics the action with feet striking the floor, the other half remain motionless.
Then begins the precession of the slave bride. She is on her hands and knees, with collar and lead attached to her neck. Her head remains bowed in submission. Her sign that she is more than willing to take her place with her Master. A tall man wearing black leather executioner’s garb, his head covered by a hood, leads the slave bride down the aisle.
As the slave bride makes her way down the aisle, the tradition of this part of the ceremony begins. The women that are lighting the way do not hold the candles in their hands, but are forced to knell on hands and knees with the candle deeply inserted into their ass, the hot wax melting onto their skin. As the slave bride moves by, the man with each woman removes the candle and dribbles a small amount of the hot red wax on the slave bride’s back and ass. The candle is then placed back into its holder for the remainder of the service. By the time the slave bride is led to the front she is covered in the red wax, symbolic of the love and sharing between those chosen to light her way and the slave bride, just beginning her journey.
The escort guides the slave to a position in front of the other man and removes the lead. The escort, in more traditional terms the Best Man, then removes his hood and takes his place to the right of the Master to be, ready to assist in the ceremony as it continues.
The crowd ceases it’s march beat and becomes quiet. Next to each that was beating the rhythm is a slave, some simply knelling, others with attached leads, waiting with lowered heads. All listen closely as the man in front begins to speak.
“Friends, we have been invited here today to share a most important moment. On this sacred hour, on this sacred day, two have entered, but they will leave as one. “
A raised hand and those that were standing sit while those on hands and knees remain so.
