Slave Bride
Wedding Eve The wedding was the next day. I had anticipated it for so long. It was three years since I met Jason, and in that time had come to realize just how wonderful he was, how my relationship had opened me. I blossomed in life, grew in my desires, explored new aspects of myself, and finally knew in my heart exactly what I wanted to be. His slave. No, not his slave in the traditional sense - not someone that owned me and then put me out to work in the fields without seeing me again. It was...