I had to take a deep breath when I saw the building come into view. It was a building that would significantly impact my life no matter how I left it. I couldn't tell if Rebecca had the same reservations as I did. To me, she looked giddy in the passenger seat of our car. She turned to look at me and must have sensed my reservations. She put her hand on mine.
"Are you sure, Daddy?" She wanted to be empathetic, but I knew she would be disappointed if I backed out.
"It's a big step for us, Rebecca. If we do this, nothing will ever be the same."
"Change is inevitable; growth is optional." I parked the car and looked at her.
"Where did you learn that?" Her sudden philosophic nature amused me.
"I found the quote when trying to muster my courage for this." I looked at her in disbelief. I never expected her to admit she had reservations too. I reached out to touch her cheek.
"I want this, Daddy; I need this. I know it makes me a homewrecker, a slut, and a horrible daughter. But I want to grow; with you. You are the one that I choose for better or worse."
"I believe it is for the better. For me, it is a lot to take in. Mentally I know that your mother gave us her blessing in her way, but I still feel unfaithful. You're not a homewrecker or a horrible daughter."
"But I am a slut." Rebecca lightened the mood in the car.
"That is a fact we cannot deny, darling." I leaned in to kiss her, smiling. We stayed in the car for another minute, pressing our foreheads together and letting the other settle their nerves. I decided to get out of the car first. I got out and went around the vehicle. Rebecca stepped out and held onto my arm to walk inside.
This wasn't entirely foreign to us. Granted, we had never been to this play space, but we had been on the scene for nearly a year. This was like a destination vacation spot for those in the BDSM lifestyle in our area. It had a significant number of amenities available. On the outside, it looked like a vanilla hotel. Any vanilla couple who strayed here would be in for a shock.
When we came in, we caught a glimpse of the main ballroom. It was already being prepared. Rebecca moved to get a closer look, but I told her no. Understanding the expectations of the space we were now in, she apologized and listened. I quickly checked us in and then whisked us away to our room.
"Tomorrow, we can explore. Today, you cannot leave the room until the ceremony."
"What? Why?" I sat down on the bed and called her over to me. Rebecca was happy to come over and sit on my lap.
"Our ceremony is similar to a wedding in many ways and different in others." I tucked some hair behind her ear. This was one of the reasons that we were here this weekend. We decided to move forward in our relationship, and in doing so, Rebecca would be collared by me this evening. This collaring ceremony was in the format that our community used. I could have changed the ceremony protocol, but I liked what had been created.
"One of the most significant differences is that instead of the partners not seeing one another before their vows, the submissive may only see their dominant until the vows are made. It is quite a beautiful ceremony, in my opinion. I'll escort you out in a cloak to cover you from our guests. Only after you pledge yourself to me do I reveal you to everyone as my girl. Until then, no one is allowed to see you."
"Then what do you have planned to do in the meantime?" I could see Rebecca's hopes rising.
"We will spend the day together in the room, enjoying each other's company. We also need to review the ceremony script. I have to go down at one o'clock to set up the event. At three, I'll come back here to prepare you and myself. Four, I escort you down to the holding room. The ceremony starts at four-thirty, party and dinner at five." Her face fell, hearing that nowhere in my plans for the day was the thing she was most eager for. I kissed her temple and decided to throw her a bone.
"At seven o'clock, I bring you back to this room and indulge myself in your exquisite body." This was the second and most harrowing reason for our weekend retreat here. Now that I had settled matters with Leila, it was time for Rebecca and me to be fully together. In actuality, Leila and I had discussed it, and she had somehow come to terms with Rebecca's and my relationship months ago. It was me holding us back. Regardless of how Leila had taken the news and accepted my infidelity, I was not ready to take the final step.
I was hurting Rebecca by wavering. I knew that, and still, I struggled to take the final step with her. It was not that I didn't want Rebecca's body. I was internally battling with myself because I wanted her as badly as I did. It was wrong on so many levels. I was awful to be unfaithful to my wife, sick for lusting after my daughter, and a cretin for being delighted that both women had permitted me to be a dog.
"Are you sure, Daddy?" Rebecca was again trying to be empathetic toward me. It would break her heart if I told her I had changed my mind.
"I'm certain, Rebecca. It is time you were mine completely. I've made you wait for far too long."
"I would wait as long as you needed me to, Daddy." She hugged me tightly. I knew she meant what she said. As a man and her dominant, though, it wasn't fair of me to make her carry such a burden. Tonight, I would take my oath to love, cherish, and honor Rebecca as my submissive. I would betray everything I promised if I didn't fulfill this need of hers,
The day passed, and we followed the schedule I had set for us. I finished the banquet hall set up and collected the garment bags I had sent here with our clothes. I couldn't wait to see Rebecca in what I bought for her. I only had three requirements for the boudoir dress she would wear to bind herself to me. It could be any color but white, I wanted it to be covered in lace, and it needed a low-cut neckline to accentuate her collar.
I made Rebecca wait until I was in my suit before she could dress. I insisted that I was the one to put the sheer tulle dress on her. The appliques were strategically placed to cover intimate areas, but plenty of skin was shown. After letting her look at herself in the mirror, I told Rebecca to put her hair in a clean bun.
To finish up, I adorned her with a pair of rose gold pearl earrings. Before taking her downstairs, I threw a cloak over her and pulled the hood up. This way, if she kept her head down, no one could see her. I guided Rebecca downstairs and left her to wait in a separate room so that I could greet our guests before the ceremony. When the group was seated, I returned to Rebecca. She was waiting patiently in the room. She smiled at me when she saw me come in.
"It's time." I held my hand out to her. She took it with the most adorable blush on her cheeks. I escorted us to the head of the hall, where an altar had been set up for it. On the decorated table were a decorative box, a leash, a set of cords, and our latest contract. We had a standing appointment every six months to review our contract and resign it, but we decided to re-sign it today to affirm our agreement.
At the altar was a gentleman who was a retired judge in our community. For obvious reasons, Rebecca and I could not be legally married, but for the terms of this ceremony, I wanted to embed it with as much power as possible. I asked him to perform not a marriage ceremony but a handfasting ceremony. This was an ancient Celtic unity ritual. Rebecca and I stopped before the altar and looked at one another.
"Welcome, as we witness the binding of these two community members." Elijah, our officiator, welcomed the guests. Then, he turned his attention to Rebecca and me.
"Know before you go further than you have formed ties since your lives have crossed in this life. As you seek to enter into this commitment, you should strive to honor these ties and the meaning of this ceremony. Do you still desire to tie yourselves to one another?"
"I do." I confidently announced so that all could hear. Rebecca did the same.
"Please offer your hands." We raised our right hands, and Elijah placed mine on top of Rebecca's, so we were holding hands with mine on top of hers. This posture was symbolic of our submissive and dominant positions toward each other. Rebecca's hand was in a giving position, palm up; I was on top of that hand, covering it. Elijah picked up the cords. Rebecca had spent the past month weaving the white and gold ropes together. They had come together beautifully.
"These hands will passionately love and cherish you through the years for a lifetime of happiness. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow, and tears of joy. These hands will comfort you in illness and hold you when experiencing fear or grief. These hands will hold you tight as you struggle through difficult times. These are hands that will support and encourage you to chase your dreams. Together, everything you wish for can be realized." He held up the first cord showing it to everyone.
"Do you promise to be each other's constant friend and love?"
"I do." Rebecca and I responded. Elijah laid the first ribbon on top of our hands.
"Dale, do you promise to love this slave without reservation?"
"I do."
"Rebecca, do you promise to love your master without reservation?"
"I do."
"Will you stand by one another in sickness and health, in plenty and want?"
"We will." The second cord was draped across our hands.
"Dale, will you stand with your slave in times of joy and sorrow?"
"I will."
"Rebecca, will you stand with your master in times of joy and sorrow?"
"I will."
"Will you share the burden of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?"
"We will." The third cord is laid.
