Bridesmaids and groomsmen face the aisle. Friends and family rise. The bride, petite, nude, blushing; towering white heels and floral lace veil. Appreciative murmurs, bright smiles. Taking the groom’s offered hand the bride kneels before him. Bridesmaids kneel, supporting her choice.
Words of tradition, hope, commitment, community. Bride’s eyes lowered, back straight, nipples hard. Groom tunnel-focused: only his beloved.
Bridesmaids remove the veil. Best Man hands the collar.
Collar around her neck, his hands warm. Questions, old as time. She answers: “I do. I will. I am.” Click the collar becomes a closed circle forever.
Maid of honor produces the leash, gives it to her dearest friend. More words. The bride gives the clip-end to her Sir, Owner, Center, Leige, Soulmate. Click attached to her collar.
The bride holds the strap of her own leash. All of the power is hers. All control. All freedom. Her own master, one last moment.
Raises eyes full of love, desire, passion, decision. Gives him the leash, and her life.
Recessional. Applause, tears, smiles. Together.
The leash never grows taut. She knows where he will lead her, and is already there for him.