Jillian surveyed the guests at the wedding reception. From her position on the low stage, where the Top Table was, she had an excellent view. The wedding had gone off without a hitch and despite it being an 'alternative' wedding the attendance seemed to be one hundred per cent.

Jill chuckled at the memory of the stream of seemingly endless phone calls Cathy had fielded after the invites had been sent out. Why no kids? Just how adult? Is there a weird dress code?

To be fair, if you were of the vanilla persuasion, getting a wedding invite from a polyamorous family known to be into BDSM, that asked you not to bring any minors... Well, you're going to be asking questions, aren't you?

The crowd were relaxing now though. A few drinks inside them and nothing too strange. Sure it had been two women getting married. But gay weddings were normal now, right? Okay, one bride was dressed in a white latex dress. But no two ways about it she looked stunning. The best man had been a woman, but hey, so was the groom. The bridesmaids were in latex too. But once again, as Cathy had noted, "If they can't get laid looking that hot they must be frigid."

A few of the guests, those that were acquaintances and friends from the BDSM world, had made an effort. There were the odd collared submissives. There was some leather old guard too. But everyone was mingling and chatting amiably with the odd glance up at the stage. Obviously, they were awaiting the toasts so the dancing could begin.

Jill looked to her left along the top table. Not everyone was sat in the traditional places. Jill's mum, for instance, was filling in the role of the bride's father. Cathy had cried when she had offered to be 'dad' for the day.

Truth be told there were not too many folks here for the bride, but then they were nearly five thousand miles away from home.

As Jill watched her mother stood and tapped a glass with a spoon to attract the rooms attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," she started, "It'll be obvious to most of you that I am not the bride's father. To be honest, when I volunteered for this gig I forgot about the speech. I thought, 'Cath's a good sort. Do the giving away thing for her and you get a free trip to Texas. Who knows, may find a cowboy of my own while I'm over there?'"

She paused for polite laughter and continued, "So the first order of the day is to thank all you wonderful people for coming along and making this day so special for the happy couple. I know they're fairly well minted and paid for the party, and who doesn't appreciate a free bar? But I understand some of you were trepidatious about what was likely to occur. So thank you for braving it out and coming along. I think you'll all agree with me the bride looks lovely in that amazing dress and those of you so inclined may be thinking of emulating her fashion choice."

A sip of wine and she resumed, "Now I've known Cathy for just over five years. So I'm not going to have decades of her early life to tell you about. But I do want to share one story with you all today. I first met Cathy when she had just started dating my daughter, Jillian. If any of you folks are wedding crashers or not close to the couple pin your ears back. These ladies are in a poly relationship and that's just scratching the surface."

The crowd tittered again. "So Jill brings this stunner around to introduce and I think it's all going swimmingly. Cathy is obviously a delight. I mean what's not to like? But unknown to me Cathy is not out about being gay. Unfortunately, she had a torrid time with her own folks and back then was a wee bit hesitant about telling new acquaintances. So just before ringing my doorbell Cathy turns to Jillian and asks her, 'Have you come out to your parents?' Now if you ask me that's leaving it a bit late but apparently, that's what was said. So Jillian responds, "Tried to, but..." When I open the door and interrupt them. So poor Cathy thinks I don't know she's my daughter's girlfriend. Until I, being the tactless nosy so and so that I am, turn to her and ask her what it was that attracted her to my daughter. Poor Cathy stares at me obviously stuck for how to respond. Eventually, she manages, "Do you think I'm gay, Mrs B?" To which I respond, "If you're not you're in trouble, as my daughter is and she's clearly got the hots for you."

Laughter erupts and Jillian's mother continues, "So Cathy turned accusatory to a chortling Jillian and says, "You said you never came out!" To which I interrupted again, "She never needed to, she tried, but both Bill and I knew before she did."

The laughter died down and Jillian's mum continued, "Now this is my fist 'Father of the Bride speech' and the interweb was full of advice on nice things to say about the happy couple. One that took my fancy is apparently a quote from Robin Williams in the film Good Will Hunting. Now I don't know if that means the scriptwriter should get the credit but I don't think it matters too much anyway. So it goes, "It doesn’t matter if the guy is perfect or the girl is perfect, as long as they are perfect for each other." Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think you'll agree with me that Linda and Cathy are indeed perfect for each other. Linda will make a wonderful addition to the British contingent of this family and the pair make a lovely couple. So ladies and gentlemen if I can ask you to be upstanding and toast the happy couple, I give you Linda and Cathy."

Jillian smiled, pleased that her mum's speech had gone so well. That both her Mistress's were having such a wonderful day was filling her with joy. Though she was unsure how she felt about the events planned just before the first dance.

As the toast ended, and everyone sat, Mistress Cathy stood next with a huge grin on her face.

"Everyone I just want to take a quick moment to explain to you why you all coming along and supporting Linda and me on our special day means so much." Cathy turned and looked down at Linda and then across at Jillian. Jill knew this was going to be hard for her Mistress. As far as she understood Mistress had told only herself and Linda the true story. If that was what was coming there could well be tears.

"I had an amazing childhood," started Cathy, "as my parents were very, very wealthy. I won't go into details but they owned a lot of land in London. So we travelled and had homes in different countries. I wanted for nothing and in truth was very spoiled. My parents made sure I had the best education too. But being jet set and hedonistic they sent the daughter off to boarding school. I didn't mind. I had a fantastic time. I figured out pretty early on I was gay, and being gay at an all girl's boarding school was a lot of fun. It helped too that I was pretty bright, good at sports and, as I was told lots of the time, fairly attractive too.

"The only fly in the ointment was coming out to my parents. I could never pluck up the courage. Every time I returned home for the holidays I would be teased about boys or potential boyfriends and did not know how to broach the subject. It was clear my parents could see I was uncomfortable but I guess they put that down to me being shy.

"So I made my mind to tell them after graduating from college. So still in cap and gown and clutching a first with honours, I sat my parents down and told them. There were no fireworks but my dad just stood and walked off. I did not see him at my graduation party or for a week after that."

Cathy picked up her wine glass and emptied it in one gulp before continuing, "So a week after I graduate I get summoned up to the family estate, and yes it is as grand as that sounds. On my arrival at what I considered my home too, I'm shown to the library as if a guest before being escorted to my dad's office. In there were my parents, the family lawyer and my grandma. What followed was the most gruelling interrogation I've ever had. The questions I was asked were appalling. Was I going to come out publicly? Did I intend to ever have children? Could I be encouraged to marry and take a female lover? It was clear from the warped look of disgust on my dad's face that he considered me repugnant. I was both distraught and enraged. We nearly came to blows."

Cathy picked up Linda's glass, drained it and looked out at the room. There was silence, everyone attentively waiting for her to continue. "So my gran calmed things down. Before the lawyer was wheeled forward. I was presented with options. Only one of them allowed me to keep my family name. In that one, I had promise to marry for convenience, never come out, and produce an heir. I refused. So they bought my silence. I was given a property in London in which I could live. An income from the rent of the rest of the building, plus a promise of a seven-figure inheritance so long as the will was not contested. I also had to walk away from my life, change my name and sign an NDA. Fresh out of Cambridge I knew I was being hustled but was too upset to care.

"So here I stand today. In a rubber wedding dress with my new wife at my side and my slave on the right there. You guys came along because you care about Linda, Jillian or me. You don't care how we live our lives. You don't judge our lifestyle and accept us for who we are. Our sexuality does not bother you. In my book that makes you all amazing. My parents were shits and I'm glad they are not here. Thank you so, so much for coming today." Cathy wiped a tear away, "Umm... I suppose I ought to end this with a toast so... How about the wedding party?"

Rick, who was not on the top table with his wife, stood up from the table he was at and shouted, "Cath yer daft bugger we can't toast ourselves. Let's just toast your absent parents for chucking you out and letting us have the good fortune of knowing such an incredible woman. Okay, folks let's toast, Mummy and Daddy!"

Everyone grinning stood and raised their glasses a chorus of "Mummy and Daddy!" rang out followed by laughter. Though Jill thought she heard Rick follow the toast up with, "May they rot in Hell."

As everyone found their seats Linda stood. Jillian swallowed as this was the part she was dreading. Preparations had been made as some of this could not be done spontaneously. Jill found herself snorting in through her nose as if she would not be able to later.

"So thank you Cath," started Linda, "and thank you too to you guys, you are all incredible. Now before I let the best woman give her speech, and embarrass me horribly, this is the bit where we do those things we warned those who phoned up about. For those of you who didn't phone this is where we get kinky and address the elephant in the room; i.e. the half-naked woman strapped to the St.

Andrews cross on the stage."

Both Linda and Cath made their way over to Jillian with huge grins on their faces. Cath crossed to Jill's right and Linda stood to her left. Jillian, naked from the waist down, bizarrely, only now flushed red with embarrassment.

"So today I made Cath my wife," continued Linda staring lovingly at Jillian, "but there are three of us in this relationship and so I have a ring for Jillian too." Linda turned to the audience, "Now Jillian identifies as a slave and Cath and I are happy to be her owners. So despite loving her madly, there will be no exchanging of vows for this. This girl is ours, we are keeping her, as a slave, permanently, just as we have been doing, until death does us part."

Linda produced a large thick ring from her pocket and opened a section of it. Reaching up to her slave she threaded it through the tunnel set so painfully in her septum in anticipation of this day. Jillian heard a click as the hinged section was closed shut.

So that was that. She now sported a ten-millimetre thick ring in her nose. Jillian had listened to her owners discuss what sort of ring and how large late into the night one evening nearly three months ago. Mistress Cathy had insisted it was stout enough to attach a leash to, Mistress Linda wanted it smooth without a captive bead so it didn't look like a fashion item.

It was heavy and set in the cartilage of the septum. There had been no stretching or needles. Instead, a circular cutter had been used to remove a section of her nose like some macabre cookie cutter. It had been one of those times Jillian may have possibly safe worded if she'd had one. Though once the wound had healed and she found she could put a pencil through her nose she had come around.

More than that though she was happy to not have a safe word. She trusted her owners implicitly, and she just could not square having a safe word with being a real slave. If she had been able to wimp out of the septum cutting she'd not be having this special moment at the wedding now or this fantastic, humiliating, dehumanising ring in her nose.

"Jillian, love, do you remember the day you asked to be my slave?" The question from Cathy brought Jill back to the hear and now. Gagged she could not respond verbally so she simply nodded.

"Do you remember the second thing you showed me on your laptop?" Jillian certainly did, it was the Swedish Collar website. Jill nodded vigorously once more.

Cathy stepped up with a small black case which she opened for the bound woman to view. Inside was a thick steel collar. Jillian's eyes virtually bugged out on stalks. Her dream, fantasy collar. The very one she had shown her love five years ago. Solid stainless steel, about two inches tall and over three pounds in weight. It would have been created just for her and cost her owners a small fortune.

As Mistress Linda unlocked the posture collar from Jillian's neck Mistress Cathy extracted and opened the new fetter.

"Slave, this is not a dress collar or to be saved for special events." Cathy was speaking loudly so all the guests could hear too," This is your 'forever' collar. Your everyday collar. The collar you will be locked in and forced to wear for the rest of your life. For our convenience, it can be removed to be cleaned, or grant access to your throat. Conceivably you may be required to wear alternative collars from time to time. But from this day forward you will always wear a collar and almost always it will be this very one. You will never be free, and while you may have considered yourself a no limit consenting slave in a consensual relationship, that is no longer the case. Linda and I claim you as ours. So if anybody here objects to our doing so speak up now."

Cathy faced the guests who were watching intently, "I'm serious about this. Jillian has been my consensual slave for five years. But if she asks to be freed from this day forward the answer will be no. As witnesses to this, I expect your cooperation. Just as you have witnessed my betrothal to my wife and now I ask you to witness Jillian's enslavement."

Cathy turned to Jillian's mum, "I claim your daughter as a slave to serve my wife and me for life. Do you object?"

"No, you keep her Cathy. I most certainly don't object. You've been the making of the girl. Besides she wouldn't know what to do with freedom if you gave it to her now."

Cathy turned and stepped up to the bound woman. Jillian blinked her eyes furiously in an attempt to clear the tears welling up. The collar was cold and a much tighter fit than her usual metal collar.

"For life, slave," murmured Cathy as she pushed up the locking plate and the lock engaged with a click. Gagged, Jillian could not respond and so had to be content with staring into the eyes of both her grinning owners. She did not think she had ever been so happy.

"We have one more ritual for our slave," announced Linda, "before we return to the more usual itinerary. This one is on me. You see from the moment we decided to hold our wedding here on the family ranch, I have been determined to do this one thing with what is now my slave too. All livestock kept here on the ranch carries the family brand. Jillian will be treated no differently.

Jillian, wide-eyed in shock, spotted two of the ushers from the earlier wedding ceremony carrying in a brazier full of hot coals and what she suspected was a branding iron. Never had she fantasised about being branded like an animal. Yet as she watched Mistress Linda done a heavy glove and turn to the brazier a calm descended upon her. This fitted, didn't it? Just like being sold should have. If she was a real slave it was about fulfilling her owners desires not her own.

Linda approached with the glowing iron and Jill watched transfixed as it was pressed into the flesh of her left hip. The pain exploded within her and Jill screamed into her gag. The foul stench of burning flesh invaded her nostrils. Looking back down she saw that the iron had been withdrawn. Mistress Cathy immediately started dressing the burn as Mistress Linda, after returning the iron to the coals stepped up and kissed Jillian on the cheek.

"You took that well, my love," whispered Linda, "rest on the cross for a bit and you can join in the dancing after the cake is cut." Linda and Cathy returned to their seats and the ushers removed the brazier.

Whatever was said in the remaining speeches was lost on Jillian. For a while, she felt woozy and the leather straps holding her to the cross were probably all that kept her from fainting. She was aware of lots of laughing and some shouts from the audience. Eventually, she started to feel a little more normal and became aware the cake was being cut. A crowd had gathered around the couple as they attempted to memorialise the event on tablets and phones. Did that happen while I was being branded wondered Jillian? She realised she had been too focused on her owners to notice.

Mistress Cathy approach Jillian a beaming smile on her face. After a fair bit of fumbling, Cathy managed to remove the gag.

"How you feeling, slave?" Cathy slurred, the earlier gulped wine now having an effect.

"I felt a bit woozy earlier, Mistress. But I'm fine now."

"Good 'coz I wanna dance with you in a bit, Luv. You gonna be up to that?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"Excell... Ex... Brill. I'll go find you a skirt then." Jill's drunken owner turned away and disappeared into the crowd.

Shortly after an usher appeared and undid the straps binding her. Courteously he helped her down and then offered her a black latex skirt that zipped up the back. Her modesty, and the dressing on the brand, covered a leash was attached to her collar and she was led over to her owners. Both hugged her and kissed her deeply. All three of the women sharing their delight at how the day was progressing.

Jill was given a wine glass and told she was allowed to mingle with the crowd. She got to watch her two loves start the first dance, and was then taken in turn by each of them onto the dance floor.

Jillian, rarely treated with alcohol was feeling tipsy on just the one glass she had been given when an usher approached her after about an hour of partying.

"Need your help, Miss, if you please?" He asked.

Shocked to be addressed so, Jill forgot her protocol of calling all men sir, "Help with what?"

"The couple will be going away soon. Need your help with the wheels, Miss."

The penny dropped for Jillian. He wanted help tying tin cans and the like on the car that was taking her owners away. That sounded like fun. "Oh okay, lead the way."

Jill drew up short when they got outside. Two men were indeed tying cans, balloons and a pair of boots with string. Another was hanging a 'Just Married' sign on the back of the vehicle. However, it wasn't a car but a two-person sulky and it was missing a pony.

Jillian turned to the usher who had brought her out, "Let me guess, Sir. I'm the pony?"

Grinning the man held up a pair of white patent leather pony-boots with silver hooves, "Right first time, slave."

Jillian stood naked between the shafts of the sulky. White leather tack tethered her in place. A white leather box armbinder secured her arms. The bridle sported a plume of white ostrich feathers on the top of her head and all the rings in both her pussy and her tits had been decorated with tiny silver bells. A long white horse tail emerged from the butt plug in her anus. Also, the metal bit included a tongue depressor that was pushing down hard on the studs Mistress Cathy had set there. Weirdly though Jill felt nothing but excitement.

Suddenly the noise of the party inside burst out of the doors to her right, as the newly married couple bid farewell to the crowd of revellers that escorted them. Unable to watch due to the blinkers on the bridle Jill contented herself with listening to the merriment. Her owners sounded so happy and that genuinely made her glad too. So many people failed to understand just how much joy and satisfaction she got from pleasing her owners or how happy their joy made her. But Mistress Cathy and Mistress Linda understood and that was all that mattered.

The reins were taken up and a crack of the whip was all the cue Jill needed to set off. She was momentarily annoyed at the din from the cans behind that masked the sound of her bells. But Mistress Cathy's laughter dispelled the frown forming on her face. Jill realised then she had no idea where they were going. Still, it did not matter. Her owners would guide her. All she had to do was obey.