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When she came out of the building he walked to her and took her hand and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, as that was all she was comfortable with at work. She blew him a kiss back and then they walked hand in hand down the street while she told him about her day. She'd be leaving in a few days, heading up-river in charge of a research team that would be gathering data, and she was really excited about the project.

Tyler's work was sporadic. Sometimes he was gone for a week at a time, bodyguarding someone or investigating something, and sometimes he was only gone a few days He probably worked ten or fifteen days a month but the money was really good, so he could have easily paid the bills if he'd only worked a third of his assignments. He loved that on the days he didn't work he could have dinner ready when Viv got home. He also picked up their dry cleaning and managed to do a lot of the housework on those days, as that meant they had more time to spend with each other when they were both off work together.

When they made it to the restaurant Tyler noticed Viv wince as she sat down. "You're pretty marked up and sore today, aren't you?"

"Yes, James did a number on my ass." It wasn't accusatory, or complaining, just a statement of fact.

He gave her his wicked smile. "And I enjoyed every minute of it." Then he moved to his more serious face. "Please tell me, how did you feel about someone else working you over?"

"Well, I hated the way you arranged it. You know, keeping me out of subspace. And the way he did it, the off-balance erratic style he used, I couldn't enjoy it at all. It felt like a punishment scene, and I know you have a right to do that, and I understand you wanted to see my tears, but I guess I'm still a bit confused about why you wanted him to hurt me like that."

"I think some of it is that I wanted to learn from him. See how he worked you over. I know that you rarely give me a reason to punish you, but I think I might be better at punishing you in the future, now. I would have never thought of that math thing, but I could see you having to surface from wherever you'd been in order to work the math problems out. And the way he kept you off balance, not just with the randomness of where the next hit would be, but also by not falling into a rhythm. I could see how stressed it made you, and how much more it seemed to make you hurt. I loved watching it."

He paused a few moments, his eyes losing focus, and then he focused back on her again. "A big part of it was simply that I could, of course. Another way to prove to both of us how far my ownership of you goes. I know that turns you on. Even though you may hate it, the things that prove to us how far my possession of you goes is a huge turn on for you. You were orgasming before I barely got started fucking you."

She blushed and looked down a moment before looking back up. "Yes, it turns me on. Even though sometimes I hate it. You know it does. That doesn't mean I have to like it, though. Not when it is happening, anyway. But you're right that it makes our relationship deeper somehow, it makes me yours even more than I was before."

She shook her head. "I'm not saying that right, I hope you know what I'm trying to say."

"I know what you're saying, and I feel the same way, you're mine and last night was just more proof of how much you are mine. I'm curious about how you felt about someone else playing with you. Let's say that the next time I let him play with you that I tell him to make sure you enjoy the pain he gives you. How do you think you'd feel about that?"

She cut her eyes at him, "Fine, as long as I have permission to come. And actually, it might be interesting to see how far he could take the pain and still make me want more of it if he gave it out when I was in subspace. I've heard such stories of what he's put people through, it's hard to imagine."

He smiled. "Ah, my little minx, trying to top from the bottom."

She cut her eyes at him and grinned. "Like it does any good. You'll still do what you want."

"True," he grinned back.

She lost the grin and got a serious look. "Tyler, why did you not play with the woman James had with him?"

"Ah. You see, Kirsten is around Drake Security some. She's actually a therapist, has her own practice, but I've seen her preparing for missions with them and I even sparred with her during my interview. I'm not really sure how she fits in over there yet, but the fact is that we both work for Drake Security and it just felt it better if I didn't actually play with her. There are others where I work who will be at the play party, so it's not a problem watching someone else work her over, and to be honest James offered and said it would be fine if I wanted to flog her. But it didn't feel right, so I didn't."

Viv thought about that a minute and nodded. "When your interview process included some questions about your BDSM practices, it was Kirsten you talked to?"

"Yes."

"You're lucky in a way, that your sex life wouldn't be a problem if you were outed to your company. I could never let anyone at work know. I mean, I know I might run into someone at the play party next week, of course. But if so then that would mean they are in the lifestyle as well, so neither of us would out the other. So, I guess I don't have a problem with Kirsten working with you after you've seen her like that, though on the surface it feels a bit odd. But, yeah, I'm glad you didn't play with her. I think that under the circumstances it might have bothered me."

Tyler knew they needed to be clear about what each of them was comfortable with, so he tried to spell it out. "Okay, let's say all of this out loud to make sure we're okay. At the play party, it's okay if I let someone else play with you as long as I'm right there, and as long as they don't fuck you and you don't have to give them a blow job. Right?"

"Yes. But you have to be right there."

"I will be,” he smiled. “As for me playing, for now we'll keep it that if someone asks me to help them work someone over then I'll help, but only if the submissive is someone I don't work with. Does that work for you?"

"At the play party... I don't want to just sit by myself. If we were home or something I'd be okay, I think. But, I don't want to be left alone at the party."

"What if I let Master James watch you, sit with you? Not play with you, not without my supervision, but just to sit with you while you watch what I do to whoever I'm helping to work over?"

"I, I think that would be okay."

"You think it would be okay, or it is okay?"

"Yes, it's okay."

He smiled and kissed her hand before allowing their conversation to drift off into other areas. They talked about their coworkers and their jobs, and then talked about how well Viv's dad was doing. Finally, their conversation moved back towards their relationship, and they talked about how far they'd come in figuring out how to incorporate an almost total power exchange into their lives on a part-time basis.

And then he knew it was time. "Viv, I think we've found our way. I mean, we've got the BDSM stuff figured out, and we are a great couple when we aren't doing the lifestyle stuff, too. I've never felt this way about anyone, and with you it's not just the chemistry, we get along with each other, too. You have become my best friend. I want to do something to make it permanent. I want...."

He pulled the pouch with the ring in it out of his pocket and opened the pouch, emptying the ring into his palm. And then he dropped to his knee beside her chair and held it out.

"Vivian, Viv, My Love. Will you marry me?"

Viv didn't know what to say. He had caught her completely by surprise. She hadn't even considered this. Well, not since they'd moved into the house and she'd wondered if they would just live together forever or eventually maybe get married.

But when she looked into his eyes and saw the look in them, she knew her answer.

"Yes. Tyler. My love, and sometimes my Master. I will marry you."

As he slid the ring onto her finger she started to cry. And he knew her well enough now to not be concerned about it. He just held her and kissed her.

Chapter Seventeen

After much discussion they had two ceremonies. They had a traditional wedding where the bride wore white and all of her family and their friends were there. Since Viv had kind of a political job at the aquarium, they also had some of the aquarium's rich benefactors in attendance and their wedding even made the society pages in the paper. Tyler insisted she have a huge budget to work with and he actually did a lot of the legwork for her on the days he wasn't working. She'd never been one to dream about a perfect wedding, but she ended up with the perfect wedding anyway. It was early April, almost a year had passed since they'd found each other again. The trees were green and the flowers were blooming and it was a beautiful day in a beautiful historic church and the flowers and music and cake and everything was just perfect. She'd found the perfect dress, and Tyler looked so handsome in his tux. Her father gave her away and her brother was Tyler's best man.

That night they had sex without dropping off into a scene, which still didn't mean vanilla sex. It just meant he held her arms in place with his hands and he tweaked her nipples with his mouth as they made love. It meant she could say whatever she wanted, and it meant there was no threat of being punished, but it didn't mean he wasn't still a Dom who took control when they had sex. She wouldn't have had it any other way.

And then the next night they had another ceremony with a more select group of friends present. Master Tyler put her on the cross and flogged her into subspace until she was floating. Then she was placed on her back on a bondage table and strapped down in so many places from so many different directions that she literally could not move even a millimeter.

She knew what was about to happen, she was to be branded with a very small and delicate Old English style capital T just above her left leg, just to the left of where her pubic hair wanted to grow. Somewhere that would always be covered by a bathing suit, but that clearly showed both of them that she was owned by Tyler. It was their BDSM version of the wedding ring. The wedding ring tied the everyday parts of them together for life, and the brand tied the power exchange parts of them together for life.

Vivian had been waxed earlier in the day so no hair got in the way, and oddly enough she'd been more nervous about being waxed than she was about being branded. The pain of the brand meant something, it was for a purpose. The waxing kind of did, but it was a different kind of pain and she had not been able to eroticize it.

Tyler had decided he did not want to blindfold her for this, he wanted to see her face, see her eyes. So as she gave up on testing her restraints she just relaxed into the nice bit of subspace she had going and accepted what was about to happen. She saw Master James hand the branding iron to Master Tyler, and her eyes met Tyler's for a moment before he looked down to concentrate on what he was doing.

She saw him line up the marks the way Master James had instructed, saw his arms moving it down, and then she felt the pressure a split second before the pain registered in her brain and she screamed as she had never screamed before. There was no way to eroticize this pain, it just hurt, but she was restrained so that she could not move her torso or her legs or feet or arms or head in any way. The only body part she could move was her hands, she could wiggle her fingers and make a fist. She felt herself clenching and unclenching her hands as her breath ran out and she had to breathe in before she could scream again. But then she realized the pressure was gone, though the burning was just as intense. And then she felt a cool cloth at her face and someone was releasing the restraints on her feet and arms and head, though the rest of her body remained immobile.

She felt something cold being sprayed onto the brand and the pain immediately became bearable. She looked up at Tyler who was gently wiping her face, and then glanced down to see Master James with a can of something that was apparently magical. Or at least pharmaceutical. She looked back up to Tyler and gave a weak smile. He smiled back. "Better?"

She nodded.

"Good, that means it's time for your first orgasm as my branded property."

She wasn't the least bit horny and she didn't really think she was going to be able to orgasm for him. They had an audience of about a dozen people, friends in the lifestyle who had been invited to share this moment. She didn't want to let him down. He must have seen the look in her eye because he said, "Just relax and let me do the work Precious, it will be okay."

She took a deep breath and let it out, the burn of the brand was starting to hurt more than a background pain again and her breath stuttered as she let it out. She felt the spray again, and the pain ratcheted down a few notches as before, but not as much as the first time.

Tyler placed a small bullet vibrator beside her clit and then inserted two fingers in her pussy. Viv was amazed that it worked, she went from thinking "No way" to moaning out a chorus of "
oh-oh-oh-oh"
in about three seconds. About a minute later Tyler used his Dom voice to say, "Come for me, Precious". And she did.

* * * *

Their honeymoon was scheduled for three weeks after their wedding. Their regular friends thought that odd, but their friends in the scene knew that they wanted the brand to have a chance to heal before they left for the Caribbean. Tyler's boss supplied the company's private jet to get them back and forth as his wedding present to them.

They spent four days at an exclusive BDSM resort where she belonged to him the entire time with no breaks. Public nudity was expected for the submissives so they ate their meals in the various restaurants that were part of the resort with her nude and often in restraints. There were towels to place on chairs where a nude bottom would sit and bins to put the towels in when the couple left so the towels could be cleaned. There were stocks around the pool where masters could restrain their submissives and even publicly discipline them if they chose. All of the submissives had marks on their upper arms, temporary tattoos put there by the masters or the staff that showed how they could be treated. Some of the masters allowed anyone to touch their slave but not to hurt or fuck them. Some masters allowed anyone to fuck their slave. Most of the week Viv had a mark that made her off limits for anyone to touch except her own Master, but one day at the pool he used tape to remove that mark, replacing it with one which meant anyone could touch her with their hands or any tools in any place on her body they wished, but no pain was to be inflicted. And then he put her in some stocks that held her hands and head in place while she stood bent over at the waist. He put a spreader bar between her ankles and attached it to a hook in the ground before watching from the other side of the pool as people came and touched her. He had tied a tube of lube and two dildos around her waist on long ropes, one dildo marked cunt and one marked ass, and many used the dildos on her as well their fingers and hands. At one point she had four men touching her at once, with hands on breasts and ass and cunt. She kept eye contact with her Master across the pool, and when she orgasmed he knew she was getting off on the idea that he owned her and it pleased him to let others touch his property. This was just another way to reinforce his ownership of her, and whether she liked it or not on an intellectual level, she had to admit it was a huge turn on for her. He had intended to leave her that way for two hours, but after a little more than an hour he could tell she was exhausted so he took her down. On the final morning, as they checked out of the hotel, she felt odd wearing clothes.