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I’ve seen their little butler-slave in nothing but a cock cage, but he wore his butler outfit when we arrived with our drunken ol’ladies in the early morning hours, and again for breakfast the next morning, when he was the sole waiter for around thirty-five people. He fed us all and kept everyone’s drinks filled, but he ran his ass off doing it.

We discovered over our meal that Bud had cooked forty pounds of bacon, and Nicki had helped break dozens and dozens of eggs, but Beau had scrambled all the eggs, and he’d made the biscuits, and the gravy, and he’d peeled and cut the potatoes into wedges, though he’d baked them in butter rather than frying them, to simplify at least part of the process.

“Miss Nickie,” Matty said, his voice more respectful than I could ever remember hearing it, “would it be possible for me to help Beau clean up, once everyone’s finished?”

“Oh, sweet boy,” Nickie told him. “Beau can handle it without help, and he’s getting an extra allowance he can buy more books with because he’s had to deal with so many people. He’ll be fine, and he wouldn’t want someone else doing what he feels is his job.”

She looked at Razor, and he told her, “Yes, heisa good boy, and I’ll make sure he’s suitably rewarded with whatever you text me.”

“Matty and my Nickie have bonded,” Bud said with a wry grin. “And that’s all any of you need to know about that. Bubbles, my Angel tells me you’re restoring an MG, and she spent part of a Saturday helping you.”

“She was a huge help,” Bubbles told him, and then the conversation moved away from the topic of Beau and Matty.

When I’d been sent away from Chattanooga, I’d tried to rejoin the Atlanta chapter, but Bud was just as ticked at me as the Chattanooga people. He isn’t gay, but his wife is a switch. She’s submissive to him, and he allows her to be dominant to a full-time male slave who lives with them, and who works as her assistant in her writing career.

I’ve learned in later years that Matty and Razor visit with them and the four go to BDSM clubs together. If I’d known when I’d been sent away, I wouldn’t have bothered asking Bud. Ofcoursehe was pissed at me, after the way I’d treated Matty at first.

Chapter 62

Daisy

The morning of my wedding finally arrived, and I awoke in Harmony and Brain’s guest bedroom so excited I could barely contain myself.

The rehearsal had gone great, and the rehearsal dinner in the VIP area of the Rolling Thunder Bar and Restaurant had beenperfect. My parents were in town with all my siblings, and they’d held their own at the restaurant. I’d been a little worried about that, but it turns out, the ol’ladies had a plan to help them feel like they weren’t oddballs who didn’t fit in, and I could never thank them enough for it.

Most brides, I think, are probably nervous about saying “I do”. I mean, that’s the whole reason it’s a big expensive shindig, right? It’s something you look forward to for so long, it’s less likely you’ll get cold feet ten minutes before.

But this was all party for me. I’d already told him I’ll honor, love, cherish, and obey him for the rest of my life. There was no stress. It was perfectly planned down to the last iota. I only needed to show up and have fun.

Harmony and I went for massages and mani-pedis that morning. Well, I got both, but Harmony only got a pedicure, since she keeps her nails short — I assume because they’d just break while dealing with all of her horses. We had a light brunch at a frou-frou restaurant, and then Lexi met us at her salon and gave me the updo we’d decided on after trying more of them than I care to admit.

And then,finally, it was time for us to go to the venue, and for me to put the fabulous dress on. It was a magical day even before I arrived to see all my friends, and my mom, waiting for me in the room I’d hide out in until it was time for me to walk down the aisle.

The only awkward moment had come the night before, at the rehearsal. I hadn’t even considered that my dad might think he was walking me down the aisle, and when I found out he did, I’d taken him to the side and explained, “No one’s giving me away, Dad. It’s an antiquated notion, that a woman is owned by her father and then by her husband, and it feels important to me that I’m giving myself to Dozer. I’d feel this way even if we hadn’t been estranged. This isn’t about that.”

He'd taken it well, and he’d hugged me and told me he shouldn’t have assumed.

We had a little party in the prep room, though without alcohol, and it was totally laid back — but then it was time for us to leave, and everyone hugged me, careful of our hair and makeup, and we made our way to the main event.

And so, after all my bridesmaids had gone before me, I stood by myself, with my dress already arranged perfectly behind me, so I only had to start walking once the pianist hit the right part inThe Wedding March.

And it hit me again that my Master is the most gorgeous man in the world. He was in a fancy tux, bought and not rented, waiting for me at the other end of the aisle up on the little stage. Okay, so maybe Dawg isactuallythe most beautiful man in the world, but in my eyes, it’s my Master. I wouldn’t want him in a suit all the time because that’s not him, but on this day, it was perfect, and he was heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

We left off the ring part of the ceremony because neither of us wanted to take them off and put them back on. Nickie had helped us write the vows so they fit us perfectly without it beingobvious we were giving them as Master and slave, and Duke officiated the ceremony absolutely perfectly.

And then we were walking back down the aisle, and then outside to get pictures made. and then it was the part of the ceremony Master had most wanted to be perfect — the reception.

And fuck me, if Master didn’t surprise me by having Mythic Beast play for our reception.

But the best part was that all of our friends got to participate. We’d been married so quickly the first time, and I wouldn’t change a thing about our original tiny little quickie ceremony, but this one reminded me how important my new family is. They’d accepted me from the very beginning, and I loved them for it.

The wedding cake was beyond perfect, as was the ride-with-me-forever groom cake Matty helped me design, with Master’s Harley that I most prefer riding drawn on it with icing, along with caricatures of the two of us.

And, another surprise, someone had made a perfect little model of Champ, and he was on top of the tiered wedding cake beside Master and me.

I was going to miss Champ on our honeymoon, but he was staying with Gonzo and his family, and I knew he’d have a blast with their kids.

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