You May Now Break the Bride

The wedding was beautiful. But then, Master had always said it would be.

Naomi basked in the soft glow of the reception hall, seated happily beside Master as guests approached
and offered their congratulations. The line of well-wishers was largely unrecognizable to the new bride,
but she didn’t let that bother her. As they clapped her husband’s shoulder and shook his hand, her
placid smile remained, happy to be an object of admiration at his side. She didn’t mind the leering
stares, the condescending comments or occasional lewd jokes. She didn’t even flinch when Master let
an especially close friend touch her, his rough fingers turning her face and tracing her breasts as he
offered compliments to her owner. It was all part of being a good wife, a good slave, and a good woman
for the man who had captured her heart.

He was everything to her—all that she wanted and all she would ever need. He’d told her as much on
more than one occasion, and she believed everything he said. There was something about the way he
explained things, a persuasive pressure to his words that made them feel as though they were pushing
their way into her skull. It’d been an unpleasant sensation at first, especially before Naomi had learned
how to accept her instructions properly.

But Master was a kind and patient man, and over time she understood her mistake. As it turned out, the
trick was not to fight the encroaching thoughts, but to welcome them as her own, and allow them to
smooth away any conflicting ideas or beliefs. It seemed so easy and obvious now, but to this day Master
sometimes teased her about how stubborn and silly she’d once been. Naomi only had vague memories
of this time, but she trusted Master’s account of her failings. And she’d do whatever she could to make
up for them.

So it was with no small amount of affection that she nuzzled against his shoulder, his hand in her hair
sending warm tingles across her scalp. Again she thought about how lucky she was to have found him,
how miraculous it felt to surrender herself to somebody so perfect, so handsome, and so wise. Yet as
her gaze returned to the crowded tables around them, something uneasy gnawed at the edges of her
happiness. No matter how dazzling the decorations and delicious the food, there was a restless shadow
stalking the celebration, one that was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore.

It was her family.

Naomi sighed as Master stroked her neck, and accidentally met the gaze of her elder sister across the
room. The newlywed slave smiled, hoping to dispel any sense of sibling rivalry, to convey that this
happiness could one day be her sister’s as well, just as soon as she found the right man to collar her. But
as usual, Naomi’s cheer was met with a dark, disbelieving stare, until both parties broke off the
uncomfortable contact.

It was strange. Naomi had been looking forward to seeing her family again. She couldn’t say exactly how
long it had been, but she knew she’d fallen out of touch since Master had claimed her. It wasn’t her
fault, really. There was a lot that a new slave had to learn, and Master had been very keen on
maintaining her focus. As he’d helpfully explained, Naomi was on a different path, one that her family
and friends wouldn’t be able to understand. At best, they would see it as strange; at worse, their
prejudices would lead them to distract and dissuade her with every means at their disposal. And she
didn’t want that, did she? She didn’t want to cause problems for her Master. She wanted to learn her
lessons like a good girl, until she was ready for her reintroduction to the world.

Perhaps that’s why Master had invited her family. Perhaps he thought that Naomi was ready, and that
they would finally recognize her as the obedient little pet she’d always truly been. But if that was the
case, Master had made a rare miscalculation. Although Naomi had been pleasantly surprised by her
family’s arrival, it wasn’t long before they started causing trouble. They pestered her with all sorts of
strange questions, babbling on and on about things she couldn’t understand. Naomi wanted them to be
happy, wanted them to be proud of her for finally finding a man to control her life and let her be the
docile, obedient sex slave she’d always dreamed of becoming. But all her parents and siblings wanted to
talk about was her life before Master. They shoved pictures and social media posts in her face, claiming
she used to be someone important, someone with a career and dreams of her own, someone who
would be appalled at the idea of leaving it all behind to suit a single man’s whims.

But that was ridiculous. Naomi had always wanted to be a man’s property—her family had just never
noticed. Nobody had, save for Master. That was what made him special. That was why she was giving
her life to him. Yet no matter how patiently and frequently she explained this, her kin refused to listen.
They kept insisting that she was misguided, that she’d been tricked or blackmailed somehow into
abandoning her true self. Every aspect of her wedding became ammunition for this argument. The rich,
regal decorations were supposedly counter to Naomi’s taste. Her tight, strapless dress was somehow
proof her senses had been perverted. And the fact that Master’s friends were the only other guests
could only be explained by some vast, incredible conspiracy.

Despite Naomi’s best efforts, eventually this deluge of doubt became too much. It hurt to hear all these
awful accusations, to sense murky, dark shadows stirring in the back of her mind, memories of a life
filled with plans and opinions and thoughts of her own. Master had told her to fear these specters the
most, and she did with an unbearable sharpness. As soon as she had the chance, Naomi fled inquisitive,
invasive looks of her family, and clung to her owner’s side for the rest of the night. No matter what else
happened, he would make sure everything was alright, and dull her worries with his soothing words.

The night was drawing to a close now. The cake had been served, and the guests were all seated at their
respective tables. As Master placed a strawberry on Naomi’s waiting tongue, a glimpse of movement
caught her eye across the room. Her parents were rising from their seats, and trying to usher her two
sisters towards the door. The bride told herself she was relieved to see them go. It was clear they didn’t
approve of her life with Master, and there was no way she could convince them otherwise. And yet, as
her siblings’ conflicted eyes met Naomi’s, the strangest feeling overtook her. It was a sensation she
hadn’t experienced for some time, a longing not for her Master’s touch or approval, but a different sort
of yearning. It was…warm and yet…sad…somehow.

“Excuse me just a moment.”

Naomi blinked. Master had risen from his seat without her noticing, and his powerful voice now boomed
across the reception hall.

“I appreciate you all coming here,” he said, all eyes following his to the frozen family near the door.
“And I know our little celebration may not have been to your taste. But if you will indulge me for just
one more moment, there is a very special tradition in my family that I dearly wish you to be a part of.”
Naomi frowned, sharing her parents’ puzzlement. Master gave her a reassuring smile, and gestured
towards the center of the room, to a space in between their table and the rest of the party. From the
rafters, twin strips of dark velvet descended, slithering towards the hardwood floor and halting about
five feet from its shiny surface. Before Naomi could process what was happening, Master signaled for
her to stand, and she followed him towards the dangling fabric.

He stopped and turned to face her, holding her hands and gaze in his. “You swore yourself to me today,
didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes Master,” she murmured, smiling as the memory made her stomach flutter.

“And you want to be a good girl for me don’t you? Now and forever? No matter what it takes?”

“Of course,” her lips answered. But for some reason, her eyes darted to the baffled faces of her family. It
was only for a moment, but she could tell Master noticed. Yet he didn’t seem disappointed or offended.
In fact, his smile only broadened.

“That’s right,” he said, wrapping the velvet around her wrists. “Hold onto that thought and everything
will be alright.”

Naomi wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but she raised no objection as he finished binding her
hands. Nor did she protest when he grabbed her hips, moving them back and spreading her legs so that
her back arched and her breasts dangled in their lace-lined shell. Yet despite knowing that it wasn’t her
place to question Master, that he could do with her whatever he wished, again she found her attention
drawn to the stricken expressions of her parents and sisters. They seemed paralyzed by the spectacle,
not blinking or moving as the guests around them parted to offer a better view.

Then her mother gasped, her hands flying to her horrified mouth. A faint, sharp clicking met the sound
of tearing fabric, and Naomi realized Master was carving scissors around her dress. A twinge of
excitement and dread caused her to shiver, the briefest brush of metal chilling her skin before her
husband tore the skirt free, revealing his slave’s bottom half to everyone assembled. Her ass was thrust
before him, her bare legs trembling as arousal dripped down her smooth, soft thighs. Master glided his
hand down the small of her back, and Naomi quivered with growing desire. She couldn’t help it. This was
what her body did whenever it was exposed to her owner. It was what he had told it to do. What he had
trained it to do. What it needed to do.

And yet…something wasn’t right. Even as her Master squeezed and massaged her supple, sensitive flesh,
the sensations weren’t as overwhelming as they usually were. Naomi was still aware of the dismay and
disgust emanating from her parents, could still feel the pinpricks of her sisters’ shocked stares. Normally,
the faithful slave didn’t mind being displayed or toyed with in public. Yet for some reason, even with
Master stoking the heat and need inside her…a part of Naomi wished that he wouldn’t…

Smack!

The blow echoed around the room, followed by Naomi’s sharp gasp as her ass rippled with pain. Her
stomach tightened, the dark feelings she’d suppressed surging forth, as if her Master’s strike had
severed their bindings. To be bound and stripped in front of her family was one thing. But spanking her
while they watched…making them see her skin redden with pain and humiliation…punishing her like a
disobedient slut even after she’d been so good…it was…it was…
Master was speaking to her now. And Naomi’s thoughts became unglued. He parted them with his
wonderful words, spreading her mind open and plunging deeper with every utterance. Her muscles
softened and relaxed, her mouth falling open as a meditative calm fell over her. When Master spoke,
she listened. And she obeyed.

He was explaining things to her. Assuring her she was still a good girl. Assuring her that she was still
making him happy. Naomi hadn’t known she needed to hear this, but she absolutely did. Her chest
blossomed with warmth, her breath becoming hot and excited as he stroked her dripping snatch. All was
becoming well again. Of course he needed to do this to her. Of course he needed to show her family
what an obedient whore she was. This was what it meant to become his bride. This is what she’d always
wanted.

Smack!

Naomi let out a cry, the fog breaking as pain shot across her rear. Her surroundings returned with
blistering clarity, as did the fear and anger Master had just finished subduing. She hung her head,
panting as the world seemed to spin around her. She was so confused. So lost. She didn’t want her
parents to see her this way. Didn’t want this to be how her sisters thought of her from now on. And yet,
to defy her owner was…was…

…Was not what a good girl did, Master reminded her. He was speaking again, but this time, the words
didn’t slip so easily into her brain. There was pressure now, resistance borne of an instinct she didn’t
realize she still had. It was faint, and growing fainter by the second. But as her eyelid fluttered and her
tongue lolled from her lips, Naomi finally understood what was happening.

Her education was finally coming to an end.

Master had known all along. Somehow, he’d known there were still remnants of her old self inside,
jagged thoughts and ideas that had been smothered, but not eliminated. Now he was finishing what
he’d started. He was bringing those edges to the surface, only to melt them down and smooth them out,
until every part of her was as pliable and compliant as he desired. If he’d tried this when her lessons first
began, her raging emotions would’ve fought him off.

But now…her beating heart urged him on.

Smack!

Her eldest sister covered her eyes. Naomi wished she could do the same. But even if she wasn’t bound,
the strength was already fading from her body, converted into tendrils of tension inside her, teased and
twisted by Master’s words to the brink of ecstatic release. Even as a sting of shame lingered, Naomi was
finding it harder and harder to care. Because she…was a good girl and…she wanted to…wanted to…

Smack!

She came with a shriek, the velvet ropes rattling up to the rafters. Her mind fell into a spiraling daze, all
sense of direction lost as her vision blurred and swam. Then Master’s words grabbed hold, and she was
relieved to be guided back into his hands, to feel him unfastening the rest of her dress as his voice
unwound her brain. Until she was completely exposed, no longer caring who saw her stiff, swaying
nipples or pathetic, desperate expression. Her open mouth drooled, saliva pooling with sweat and girl
cum on the polished wooden floor. Naomi barely noticed as her bare foot splashed in it.

Smack!

Her body sang with her Master’s touch. Could her sisters hear it, she dimly wondered? Could they hear
the music in her submission?

Smack! Smack! Smack!

She no longer wondered anything. No longer thought anything. She was no longer a person, but a
conduit. A throbbing thing of pleasure and service, to be grasped and pulled and struck and fucked to
her owner’s content. That was all she was good for. All she would ever be good for.

Smack!

“You are my slave,” her Master proclaimed.

“I am your slave,” the thing replied.

Smack!

“You belong to me, body and soul.”

“I belong to you, body and soul.”

Smack!

“Nothing is more important than serving me.”

“Nothing is more important than serving you.”

Smack!

“My pleasure is all that matters.”

“Your pleasure is all that matters.”

Smack!

“You will do anything for me.”

“I will do anything for you.”

Smack!

“You will give everything to me.”

“I will give everything to you.”

“Good girl. You may now come for your Master.”

She did. And as the familiar specters faded from the cheering crowd, a euphoric smile spread across her
face.
It was just like Master had said. What a beautiful wedding indeed.