"Seven Days of Submission"

by Christopher



1.

The e-mail read: Michael has finally agreed to my proposal. Do you still want to marry me and give up your rights as a husband?



I stared at my computer in surprise, stunned by Katherine's statement and question. I wondered if she was serious, or if this was just another one of her playful mind games. I didn't believe for a second that Michael had agreed to remain as Katherine's lover, if she and I were to get married. The last time she had brought up the subject to him, he gave her the silent treatment for almost a week. I couldn't think of anything that might change his mind. Still, Katherine was no ordinary woman. This was a female who knew exactly what she wanted out of life and seemed to always find a way to achieve it.



I took a deep breath and typed my answer onto the screen. It was another minute before I finally worked up the courage to send it to her, instinctively knowing that my life was about to change in a big way.



Two minutes passed before another e-mail arrived.



I opened it and read Katherine's return message. Are you absolutely sure? She wanted to know.



I quickly typed my single-word answer and sent it to her.



The next e-mail stated: I want to be positive that there's no confusion over what will be expected of you when we get married. Michael wants to make sure that you'll give up your rights as a husband, not just on our wedding night, but also on a more permanent basis. You will not be allowed to have sexual intercourse with me at any time. Though you and I will be married, it must clearly be understood that you'll be treated as my slave. It will no longer be a game between us, but rather a set lifestyle to be lived twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There will only be one rule for you to follow--total obedience to my every command. No exceptions! I shall also require you to submit to Michael in whatever way he demands. You will be our slave. I realize that a lot is being asked of you, darling, but if you truly love me and want to be my husband, then you'll agree to everything I want.



Though I was shocked by what Katherine demanded of me, I now understood why Michael had agreed to our marriage. By demanding that I give up all of my rights as a husband, as well as submit to him as a slave, he was maintaining control over my relationship with Katherine. I might marry her, but I would never be allowed to consummate the marriage. This was the only way he could handle someone else becoming her husband. If I agreed to everything he and Katherine wanted, it would be the perfect situation for both of them. She would have the ideal lover who could fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and a husband to wait on her hand and foot, while at the same time accepting her infidelities. Michael would still be able to maintain a sexual liaison with the woman he desired and loved, but with none of the responsibility that usually accompanies a committed relationship. There would certainly be less anger and fighting between them.



At least I hoped so.



In a sense, they'd be able to enjoy the best of what the other had to offer. The real question, however, was whether or not I was enough of a masochist to get what I needed out of this complex relationship. I'd once told Katherine that a dominant/submissive triangle of this sort would be more appealing to me if she and I were married...that I would find it infinitely more exciting to know that it was my wife in bed with another man, rather than my roommate or girlfriend. She knew exactly where I was coming from. I remember seeing a flash of sexual excitement in her eyes as we discussed the possibilities. It was then I realized that nothing was taboo with this exceptional lady. Katherine was the rare kind of woman who would find it extremely arousing to have her husband handcuffed to the foot of the bed, while she and her lover had long, passionate sex in front of him. The three of us were the perfect match for each other. I not only wanted to be the slave of a beautiful, dominant woman, I also wanted to be the cuckolded husband.



I sent a reply back to my future wife, stating that I agreed to everything she and Michael demanded. Katherine immediately wrote back, explaining that she would be over in an hour to pick me up and for me to be sure that I had enough cash for the marriage license and the justice of the peace.



I typed an affirmative for her and then signed off the computer. I continued to sit at my desk for several minutes, wondering about the situation I'd just gotten myself into, thinking that it was amazing how quickly a person's life could change. I was both scared and sexually aroused as thoughts of the future filled my mind. There was one thought, however, that seemed to pop up more often than any other. It was the old saying about being careful with regards to what you wished for.



2.

The process of marrying Katherine Russell and entering a life of servitude, from beginning to end, took almost three hours. She picked me up at my apartment, and we drove downtown to the courthouse. Though it was early Saturday afternoon, there were at least a dozen or more couples ahead of us at the courthouse. Once we finally got the proper papers to fill out for the marriage license, it took less than fifteen minutes to complete them. I paid for the license and then we walked across the street to the justice of the peace.



That ended up taking longer.



There were four couples ahead of us and the wedding ceremony for each one took about twenty minutes. It was nearly an hour-and-a-half later before our turn arrived. Everything went smoothly until the very end of the ceremony. It happened when the justice of the peace told me that I could now kiss the bride. As I turned to kiss Katherine, she placed the forefinger of her right hand to my lips and shook her head.



"No," she said. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees."



It's starting! I thought.



"We don't have all day," Katherine continued. "Other people are waiting to get married."



I swallowed hard, suspecting that my face was turning a bright shade of apple red. I could sense that both the justice of the peace and his witness to the wedding were both confused about what was taking place between Katherine and I. My wife didn't say another word. She simply stared at me with a hard lookin her eyes, knowing that she could outwait me. Taking a deep breath, I slowly got down on my hand and knees and waited for what was to follow.



"Do you promise to serve and obey me till death do us part?" she asked.



"I do," I answered.



"Do you promise to submit to whatever punishment and humiliation I choose to inflict upon you?"



"Yes, I do."



"Do you also promise to never run away from me again till death do us part?"



I hesitated on that one for a long moment before finally saying, "I do."



"You may now kiss the feet of your Goddess like a good slave," she said, laughing at the expression on the faces of the other two men.



I stared down at the lovely feet of my Mistress, encased in skin-tone nylons and tanned high-heeled shoes.I had worshipped those feet more than once during our eight-year relationship and felt an intense sexual jolt as I placed my mouth to the toe of her left shoe and passionately kissed it. I heard a small grasp of pleasure escape from her lips, and I knew that she was experiencing the same sensation.



"You may stand up," Katherine said.



I rose to my feet and smiled at the other two men, shrugging my shoulders as if to imply that wives were the strangest of God's creatures. I don't think they bought it for a second. I gave each man a twenty-dollar tip and then followed my wife outside into the sunlight.



"That was easy compared to what's ahead of you," she said as we crossed the street and walked over to where her red Saturn was parked. "The life of a slave is a hard one, but it's also a life that you've freely chosen."



"I know," I said.



"The last time we lived together, I was too lax with you. Plus, there was obvious confusion as to what your role was suppose to be. Were you my slave, my lover, or my roommate? I think that was one of the reasons you ran away. Now that we're married, I hope it's understood that your role will be that of a slave."



I didn't say anything.



Katherine unlocked the doors to the Saturn with her remote control. I opened the driver's door for her like a gentleman, watching as she sat down on the seat, turned forward, and gracefully moved her legs up into the car. I caught a brief glimpse up her stockings and garters, knowing that was Michael's influence. He liked for her to wear sexy lingerie under her skirts and dresses. Moving around to the passenger's side of the car, I climbed in and stared out the window, lost in my thoughts as Katherine drove back to my apartment. I was to pick up a few things for my stay at her condo tonight. Tomorrow I would begin the long process of moving most of my possessions over to her place. I couldn't help but wonder if Michael was already at the condo, waiting patiently for us to return. I instinctively knew, as only a man could, that Katherine's lover would want to extract his revenge on me as soon as possible. I may have married the lady, but Michael would want me to know that her body still belonged to him. I had no doubt he would be taking my place in her bed tonight, and I found myself excited by the thought of it.



To be continued......



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