It was around eight in the morning when we both woke up. We spent a little time pillow talking before we rose from bed and walked into our bathroom to share a quick shower. It took every ounce of control to avoid anything distracting while in there. That day was majorly important. We had a little trip planned to take care of a few errands almost a week prior to the "engagement party". I put that phrase in quotes because unbeknownst to many of the folks we invited, we were going to make it our wedding day.
Before we started any of those activities, we needed to get the rings. My friend Pierre, who designed her engagement ring as well as her necklace and a couple of her collars designed them for us based on his inspiration. There were also a couple other things I wanted to check out while we were there. We also had an appointment with Mike's father. He was the one who would officiate the wedding. He wanted to have a counseling session with us prior to the actual event. We figured that if he decided not to do it, we would still have enough time for a back up plan.
The first act of the day after our shower and getting dressed was coffee. My fiancée doesn't function well without a cup or two. As she operated the machine, I worked on making us toast with peanut butter to get some nutrients inside us before we went on the road. We had a quicker breakfast than usual only because we wanted to make it to Pierre's right before he opened. As we walked out the door, we both had car keys in our hands. I looked at my bride-to-be and nodded my head.
She chose to drive. I put my keys back in my pocket and slipped into the passenger seat. As we pulled out of the driveway, she honked her horn at Aubrey who was sleepily picking up the paper from the doorstep in her pink fluffy bathrobe. We headed towards the Interstate where she smartly exited and merged before we started to talk about what Pierre could have created for us. Pierre is a talented jewelry maker. I made friends with him years before when I was still with my late wife, and we started to explore the lifestyle. Besides being a talented jewelry maker, he was also a dominant and taught me some of the things I use. We became better friends though. When he moved his shop to its present location, I was bummed just because it was so far away. We still stayed in touch though, even when Missy passed. He was my first call.
We arrived at his shop a few minutes after opening. As we exited my fiancée's car, we saw his front door open and his smiling face looking at us. We walked forward before I reached out my hand for a handshake. He looked at my hand and shook his head before grabbing it and pulling me into one of his huge bear hugs. He then let me go before opening his arms for my fiancée. We then entered his shop where we went straight to his back room. As we sat before the counter, there were two boxes in front of us. We waited until Pierre took his position behind them before he smiled again.
"You two are such a beautiful couple. I hope these rings satisfy you."
He reached forward and opened the box before my fiancée. He chose a rose gold with a ring of diamonds. She looked at it before she looked him in his eyes.
