Reading Notes:
1. This is the sixth chapter written in collaboration with Sissy Simon(e), who was owned by my late friend, Nicola. It is published in her memory.
2. The events described in this chapter occur roughly ten years before the events in chapter five. They include cuckolding, enforced chastity, BDSM, sexual denial, submission incest and smoking.
3. All characters are fictitious, aged over 18, and all activities described are consensual.
The newly qualified Dr Mary Walters looked at her mother, Dr Sara Walters, smiled and asked,
"Are you ready? You're a quarter of an hour late already!"
Sara looked radiant, thought her daughter. She was so happy for her mother, who, she knew, had sacrificed a great deal so that she, Mary, could achieve her ambition, and follow in her mother's footsteps by becoming a doctor.
"Yes, of course I'm ready," replied Sara. "Do I look alright? Will I do, do you think?"
"You look beautiful, mam" Mary confirmed, closing up to her mother's side, and offering Sara her arm. As they walked arm-in-arm towards the double doors that would take them into the ceremonial room, the voice of the celebrant could be heard.
"Would the guests please stand."
Sara and Mary walked slowly down the aisle between the rows of chairs where friends, colleagues and well-wishing neighbours had, until a few seconds ago, been seated. They reached the allotted place, and Mary let her mother's arm go, smiled at her and took a step to her left, leaving Sara standing next to Paul, the man she was about to marry.
The celebrant smiled at the couple standing in front of her. She addressed the guests.
"Please be seated," she said in her calm, confident voice.
She waited for the scraping of chairs, the coughing and the shuffling to stop before continuing,
"Thank you. Now, as you know, we are all gathered here to celebrate Sara and Paul's wedding. They have chosen this local country house to exchange their promises to one another, in front of Mary, Sara's daughter, who accompanied her mother up the aisle, and Julian, Paul's best man, and all of you, family, friends and colleagues. And I can see that there are a number of Dr Walters' patients here too. You are all welcome!"
When Sara looked back on this day, she recalled how quickly everything had gone. One minute she was being given away by her daughter, the next, she was walking back down the aisle with her new husband. These recollections always brought a smile to her face. If the celebrant who had just married them, and Mary, who had given her away, and any of the guests seated in the room knew exactly what had just taken place, Sara would have been shocked, because no-one in the room, with the exception of the bride, the groom and the best man knew the true situation.
Some seven years earlier, Sara had waved her only daughter off from the train station as Mary had left Cwm Pechod to start her medical training in Cardiff. Mary's father had divorced Sara when she was still pregnant, and Sara had returned to her home village from London, given birth to her daughter, and spent the next eighteen years as a single parent. She had re-trained as General Practitioner, got a job in the village medical practice and concentrated on bringing Mary up so that she could achieve whatever it was she decided to do.
Now Mary was off her hands. Sara decided that it was time for her to see to her own needs. She was conversant with the internet, and had, for years, been surfing porn to help with her masturbatory fantasies. She knew there were fetish dating sites to exploit, and she joined two or three to give herself the best chance of meeting the right person.
One site she left almost immediately. It seemed to have members who consisted solely of liars, fantasists and bullshitters. The other two were more promising, and as she got better at interacting in the various chat rooms on both sites, Sara's confidence and experience developed too.
Sara knew exactly what she was looking for. She wanted a male submissive, one who liked extreme pain. If he enjoyed humiliation as well, so much the better. Given her position in her community, utter discretion was a must. She was willing to consider any fetishes that someone who suited her held. She would also consider sex, but on her terms, obviously. She listed her requirements on both sites, and settled down to wait for any takers.
At first, she was inundated with requests for friendship, which would allow her potential partners wider access to her account. She didn't yet realise that most new female members on fetish dating sites were targeted by almost all male members. She spent a long time accepting requests, reading about her new "friend" and then considerably less time un-friending and blocking him, because of his inability to adhere to her stringent rules. Eventually, the torrent of requests slowed to a trickle.
Sara persisted, not willing to change or to compromise. Then one evening she was checking her mail before bed and a reply caught her eye. She read it twice, to make sure she hadn't made a mistake. Then she logged into the chat room to check if her correspondent was logged on. Yes he was! Sara pinged a message to him.
They began a conversation that, to Sara's mind at least, was promising. After a few minutes of gentle sounding out questions, the submissive on the other end of the internet connection asked if Sara would be prepared to turn her camera on. To show good faith, he did so first, forcing Sara to admit that her PC didn't have a camera.
Given the experiences she'd had with liars and fakes, Sara suspected that her would-be sub would suspect her of being a bullshitter. She apologised, and promised to get a camera set up by the next time they chatted.
To her surprise, the man down the other end of her fibre broadband accepted her explanation, and assured her that she had nothing to apologise for. Sara was mightily impressed, and promised herself that she would purchase a camera so that her potential sub could see what he was getting into.
She was as good as her word, and after a rather faltering introductory face-to-face meeting on the internet, everything began to look extremely promising from Sara's point of view.
Keith was single, a solicitor in a small family firm, lived in his own house, and was, he assured Sara, both submissive and obedient. He had had one long term relationship with a married, dominant woman, but when her husband discovered her "side-line" as he called it, the relationship had ended. Since that time, Keith paid pro-Dommes to dominate and punish him, but it was ultimately unsatisfactory, and he longed for a regular commitment with a strict woman again.
Sara found herself falling into that role easily. She gave Keith tasks to do when they chatted, she began to insist that he be naked whenever they spoke on-line, and once she made him masturbate whilst wearing a condom and when he had cum, she made him empty the contents into his mouth and swallow it.
Keith was very obedient; he had a fairly slight body, with no excess fat. His hair was always combed neatly and he spoke quietly and respectfully.
Eventually, Sara felt that if this on-line relationship was going to go anywhere, they would have to meet. She suggested it when they next spoke, and Keith agreed that they needed to see whether or not they really could have a relationship, and that the only way that was possible was to meet.
Sara had been totally honest with him. She had told him that she was a general practitioner, and that weekends were the only time that she would be able to travel. As Keith lived in north Wales, and Sara in the south Wales valleys, they agreed to meet half way between their respective homes, and Aberystwyth was the chosen venue.
