"Cecilia, I do not expect your or want you to be plastically molded to my personality. I demand that you have a personality of your own. I know you have one. I like your personality from what I have seen of it. If I ask you for your idea, opinion, or input it is to receive that, not twenty questions around what would flatter me to hear. That is why we are in this position now."
It had been ten days since Greg had put her on a table at the golf club and announced that he and she would be pursuing an adjudicated and advised marriage. Since then she had shown herself to be an industrious housekeeper, a near nymphomaniac, and completely devoid of personal tastes. Greg had lost patience, and now had her restrained to the banister on the landing in front of their room. Greg had asked her if she liked corsets or modern foundation wear more two days before and she tried to get his opinion before stating her own.
"I want you to be happy. I want you to tell me what you need, in everything. I want you to tell me what you think. You are not second class Cecilia, not as far as I am concerned. So I am going to cane you thirty six stripes so that you can honestly tell me if it hurts more than whipping or not. I will halve it and half it again if you can tell me two privately held desires I will believe." Greg said stroking her ass with the cane.
Greg, or in her mind Gregory was not making it easy for Cecilia. He was fondling her breast with one hand and intermittently giving her a teasing and delightfully sensuous back scratch with light fingers waking all her nerves up. But then she would stare into the abyss below her and nearly wet herself at the thought of the banister breaking and her falling to the floor below.
It amazed her that Gregory liked her small breasts so much, he just couldn't leave them alone. Then she felt the tip of the cane move over her labia and she nearly had an orgasm in fright and arousal. She was anticipating the smack, the delay driving her stress levels through the roof, her sexual tension added to her scattered thoughts that equally dreaded the coming sting and looked forward to it as the culmination of a sexual experience while doubting the integrity of the rail she was bent over.
"I would love to have bigger breasts but I would not race as well I think, my lord." She said latching onto the one cue she had available.
"There, that was not hard was it? We're down to eighteen."
Cecilia felt Gregory put the cane on the floor to stand with an end slipping into her vagina and then use both hands to tickle and scratch her back lightly while he toyed with a nipple. She was so short that bent over the rail she was on tip toe. She was intensely aware that her sex was openly available and she was absolutely defenseless if her master intended to screw her there was nothing she could do about it. She hated this thought and the one following it that had her tipping over the rail if he thrust too hard.
"My lord, I really do not want you to screw me while I am like this." She said and waited for the slap or something to tell her she had said the wrong thing.
"Very good! Then I won't. Well done Cecilia, we're down to nine, want to take it down to four?"
Cecilia felt the cane removed from her vagina a sighed relief. The question was a no brainer. She feared a trick. Gregory's hands were still scattering her thoughts, and she feared instant reprisal for giving the obvious answer.
"Yes my lord?"
"We're standing at eight, because that was a sane answer. For four stripes, do you want to try wearing a corset?"
"Yes my lord." She whispered it because they were expensive and she didn't want Gregory to think she was high maintenance or weird.
The woman in the corset had just screamed submissive wife to Cecilia. She had been absorbed in how the model and presenter's figure had changed. According to the documentary a corset did not interfere with breathing, helped with standing for long periods of time, and improved posture. The corset looked as if it might give her an ass. She had imagined herself in one with bigger breasts to fill it out properly serving Gregory his tea in the office or spreading her legs and settling on Greg's lap, a long skirt hiding what he did as well as she.
"Do you feel more comfortable having sex in the dark?"
They had not yet had sex in the dark, but the thought turned her on. She often felt her naked form was unattractive, she was too short, she had little or no ass, her breasts were small, and her vaginal lips looked unfinished to her. She wondered how to frame her answer and stabbed for a bald and naked truth.
"I don't know my lord. I've never done it in the dark. But I would like to try, I think I don't look good, in the dark I can imagine myself to look brilliant. I like seeing your scars though."
Out of sight Gregory nodded. He bought the answer partly because she would squeeze her eyes shut to not see her naked form in a mirror when coming to bed. Mostly though he was feeling a pulse and there was no trace of lying in her pulse rate or sweat production. He was fantastically proud of Cecilia. He intended to let her know too.
"For two. Ask me a question about me you're dying to know the answer to."
Cecilia was completely thrown by that one. She had just begun to realize that what she wanted was important to Greg. Now it was important that her own curiosity was answered too. She thought desperately with his hands coming incredibly close to but not touching any part of her vagina.
"My lord, do you think you will make up with your sister?"
"As far as I am concerned there is no anger. I do not blame her, she was misled. I am staying away for her sake in the brewery. Let's try for one, do you want to wear a collar showing that you belong to me? Tell me when and I'll let you up."
"Yes please! One that will tell you where I am? You know like in the movies? Or an implant, if I go where you don't want me too; it's gonna hurt or send you an alarm and like permanent bracelets that become handcuffs in a second? Right now my lord, please?"
Greg had felt her excitement at wearing a mark. He leaned over the banister and released her restraints with two easy press buckle releases. He let her stand up and kissed her as she got her back straight and held him in relief. He kissed her and hugged her. Then to let her know that he did not like keeping anything unresolved he caned her once.
She yelped and jumped upright in surprise at how hard that one stroke had been. Deeply grateful that it was only one she turned around hung onto her lord and master in affection, love and respect. She had learned a lot in the last hour. She had learned that she was not second class in Gregory's home, that what she wanted was important to him, that she could ask him questions, that she should not hesitate. Another idea had been cemented into her awareness, she was not only his willing sex slave. That he had answered about his sister told her that she was expected to be able to be an active part of his family.
"I'm very proud of you. We'll get you that corset, no, three different ones. We'll see about your breasts, everything you asked for. Simply because I think you are magnificent." He whispered in her ear.
Cecilia looked at him, startled. She followed him as he led her to his office and took her collar out of a desk drawer. Her eyes were glued to it as he opened the box labelled Spooring Jewelers. The collar was beautiful, a plain platinum ring, an inch broad and a tenth of an inch thick. In two semi circles, ring head pins, in silver steel alloy linked the two halves. They were expanded and forced to cold weld the collar around her neck. She ended up with a collar and a ring from the collar on her chest, and the another ring at the top of her backbone just where the spine became the neck.
"This is a prototype for all AAM marriages with VSR. It works up an echo signal on GSM and Wifi networks, it's powered off the electrical field your body generates. If you're alive I can find out where you are. The other models will have cheaper materials but they will almost look the same. This one has my own coat of arms on; and three deep blue gems stones where the crowns should be." Greg told Cecilia.
She did not mind standing naked in front on a mirror, her eyes were fixed to the collar. Then her master came to stand beside her and put a bracelet on each wrist. Each was the same finish as the collar, each locked permanently in the same way; and each had a ring that could easily turn the bracelets into a pair of cuffs. For decoration and to keep the bracelets facing the right way a fine chain ran from each, across the back of her hands and around each middle and ring finger before returning to the bracelet.
"The idea is one or the other. But you asked."
Between the chains where they joined the bracelets any illusion as to what they were was dispelled: VSR SPOUSE was welded into each in some black alloy. Cecilia blinked tears away at the sheer value and beauty she had been given. She easily leaned against the wall watching herself let Gregory use her to catch his cum. The new pieces she was wearing said so much to her, she might be owned but she was very highly valued.
When Gregory took Cecilia wardrobe shopping she understood that bargain shopping and essential pieces only was not an option. She just wanted to know what he liked to see in terms of style and was delighted that they had similar tastes. It was just the quality of what she got that changed upward. Her bracelets and collar were noted, and she found herself answering questions in the fitting rooms about the marriage she was going into, several sales assistants went out to compliment the collar and bracelets when helping her pick pieces.
It was mid-afternoon when they stopped shopping to go to counseling with Veronica. Neither had any idea how this would go even if they both knew her. Cecilia was worried about what Veronica would want to hear and asked Gregory about what she should say. Gregory, outwardly unshakably calm as he always appeared, was very clear she would always tell the exact and blunt truth in the counseling sessions, nothing she said would ever be held against her. Cecilia could believe that, the morning's exercise had been about being completely honest.
Veronica herself had been reading. The entire Adjudicated and Counselled Marriages Bill was a five hundred page piece of legislation. Three hundred pages were devoted to what her counseling was intended to achieve and what the adjudication council would base their decision on. A twenty five page section was about what she was not permitted to do, this included hypnosis, age regression therapy, psychiatric drug use, recreational drug use which included alcohol. She was impressed at how the idea worked in terms of evolving to a marriage. The idea was not to prevent marriages or to force them but find marriage models that would work for each family. When Gregory and Cecilia came in she was still nervous though, she knew both and neither were entirely dream spouse material.
"The first thing Greg, I need Celia here tomorrow for IQ and aptitude tests. This is because the Voluntary Transfer and Surrender of Individual Rights Marriage will only be considered if the surrendering spouse is capable of understanding what and how much is being surrendered."
"Why are you asking me?" Gregory asked.
"Because you are responsible for her from the moment you put her on that table in the golf club; regardless whether she understands what she is losing or not. The marriage model both of you have stated as wanting is in effect despite not being legal or considered legally yet. Essentially it is your responsibility to make her your owned spouse, if she cannot understand what being an owned spouse entails it is your responsibility to guide your marriage to a situation where she is happy."
