It was Joe who unlocked the front door of the house-the honeymoon house!-and swung wide the door, with a leering smile.
And then, unexpectedly, Marcia, in her white gown, prostrated herself on the threshold, lying on her belly her arms folded beneath her head and Gregory with a smile lifted up the blond Marie in his arms and carried her across the thresh; old… and as he, passed with his lovely burden, who linked her soft, rounded white arms around her lover’s neck, he took care to spurn Marcia’s bottom… and shoulder… last, her once proud but now humbled neck with his heel!
And when the guards had entered after Gregory and his mistress, then, Marcia rose and entered the house. The door closed behind her.
That night was the wedding night.
But not of Marcia.’
Still in her wedding gown, her pumps and stockings, she was forced to serve Marie as maid, to prepare the beautiful blond for Gregory’s desire-to comb and brush the golden hair, to perfume the white body, to apply lipstick, rouge, powder; to aid Marie in choosing and donning enticing lingerie and finally to kneel and humbly kiss Marie’s high-heeled pumps, an inch taller than her own as subtle symbol that the mistress was now beneath the maid not only in Gregory’s desire!
And then, ready for his wedding night, Gregory entered the salon; and while Marcia served Marie and him drinks and choice canapйs, he kissed and fondled his mistress till their passions were mutually aroused.
They rose, they entered the bedroom, Marie swaying against him as she walked, undulating as the high-heeled pumps cast into relief her flawless ankles, her sculptured calves, her firm white, rounded thighs…
Then Marcia had to follow, on her knees, advancing, to serve, them.
Marie waited for her lover on the bed, her arms held out an yearning, her breasts rising with emotion… her lips parted… expectant.
And he, naked now and eager to attain her, turned to Marcia and said, “Do what you have been commanded to do on your wedding night!”
A sob escaped her, but with trembling fingers she obeyed.
She lifted up her white dress, doffed it, let it flutter to the floor.
Then, naked; save for pumps and mesh stockings, she bent over before him and spread apart her delectable oval buttocks with her quivering hands. And he applied the length of his penis horizontally along that furrow, so that the pouting inner cheeks might caress and deliciously chafe his organ to a vigorous turgidity that would give Marie the intense pleasure he intended her to have … and the unhappy Marcia had to weave and writhe and undulate her bottom lasciviously against his applied shaft till it was of the required vigor.
Then he mounted on the bed, took Marie in his arms and soon the two were in paradise… while the debutante bride knelt beside the bed, cupping her breasts and offering them to the ignoring husband… that he might have the piquant stimulus of knowing that a naked slave entreated him for kindness…
Which was not hers to achieve.
And thus, a debutante was reduced to a voluptuous servitude that in our modern era knows no parallel-either in justice or in lust!