A very long weekend.
Emma and James sat in his private jet, on their way to the Castle of the Hawks. They were pensive and said little to each other during the journey.
As the jet came to a stop, James leant over and kissed his wife and whispered, 'I love you. Don't forget it and keep me in your thoughts...please?'
Emma smiled at James and stroked his cheek. She kissed him back and whispered 'don't worry. We'll be okay.'
They said nothing more until they were inside the castle and they were welcomed by Sister Angela, who kissed them both, James first and then Emma, both kisses being long and passionate.
She took Emma by the hand and led her off to the bathrooms, to cleanse herself inside and out and to change into her costume for the evening.
Emma was wearing the familiar uniform described in 'The Story of O', clogs, a full filmy skirt, corseted bodice and painted nipples beneath a sheer, sexy bolero top.
Her nipple rings were taken out and small gold ones with diamonds set into the metal were inserted.
Sister Angela turned them a few times, causing Emma to gasp with the sensation.
Emma was wearing a high black leather collar, with three D rings set into it. She was also wearing similar cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She looked at herself in the mirror, lips painted the same colour as her nipples and she said to Sister Angela, 'wow, that's really sexy, isn't it?'
Angela gave her a hard look and pulling Emma's hair back, she forced Emma to kneel.
'Head down, bitch' ordered Angela. Emma obeyed and felt Angela lift her skirt.
She felt a terrible streak of fiery pain as Angela struck Emma's buttocks. Two more followed and then Emma was forced back onto her heels again as Angela pulled her upright. The pain of her heels touching the weals brought tears to Emma's eyes.
'Thank me, slut.'
'Thank you mistress' Emma's voice was wobbly and weak.
Angela pulled Emma upright again and attached a leash to Emma's collar and led her off to the large hall, where nine other couples were waiting in the brightly illuminated central platform.
There was an audience in the shadows, all wearing the long robes, with the hoods pulled over their heads. The hall sounded full and Emma wondered if her parents were there. She pushed the thought from her mind. It was too unsettling.
James was dressed in a very sexy white shirt, with a loose neck, full sleeves and black leather trousers. He looked like a film star.
A robed and hooded man stepped forward. He started a speech about the Order and what it stood for and how it worked now. Emma was listening, but she was too nervous to take in what he was saying. Suddenly, she realised that he was giving instructions and that he was telling the new wives to walk up to to the stage and stand behind them. The hooded acolytes led the girls.
Emma walked carefully across the floor to James and smiled at him. He bent his head to avoid meeting her eyes and she passed by and lined up, but not exactly behind her husband.
She didn't know any of the other girls, but that didn't matter. They were all wearing the same uniform as Emma was and they kept their heads bent in submission.
The man continued with his instructions and Emma realised that she had to move one place to her right. She did so and the man turned to face her.
'Now, girls you will have one minute to give the man in front of you and erection. You must use your mouth and hands. Now, GO!'
Emma carefully opened the man's leather trousers and took his penis in her hand.
She looked him in the eye and slowly kissed the end of his circumcised penis and started to lick the end, using her tongue and sucking the end and Emma thought, oh thank goodness!
