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Perverse Reception
(Crimson Rose)

The wedding ceremony held at my parents' spacious property, the reception was held at Jayden and my new twenty-seven-hundred square foot ranch-style home that sat on thirty-nine acres. Pavilion tents were set up in the back but that's where expectations ended and the bizarre began. The white glass-top tables had been replaced with ones made of stainless steel that were set with all manner of sex toy from dildos and butt plugs to whips, canes, gags, clamps and everything in-between while ropes of flowers had been replaced with the nylon variety. And that was just the beginning. Other tents contained all manner of benches, stockades and other pieces of equipment including sex machines, and a bondage bed.

"You have got to be kidding me! Are you seriously expecting our family and friends to...what, become submissive?"

"Why not? At least then you'll have that in common."

"What are you talking about?" But even I did not believe my feigned shock. "I don't understand why you're doing this, Jayden. Is your goal to make everyone hate us? Is this your not-so-subtle way of asking if I'll submit to you? What? Please tell me what the heck you're thinking because you're really starting to scare me."

"I think we should let them decide whether they want to participate in the activities. And by activities I mean submitting to each other and the three dozen Masters and Mistresses I hired for the occasion that will ensure everything runs smoothly." And with that, he walked over to the DJ's booth and picked up a microphone. "Attention everyone! First, I would like to thank each and every one of you not only for showing up for our wedding, but sticking around for the after-ceremony orgy. To be completely honest I'm still shocked at how many of you, friends and family alike, were able to sit aside your preconceived notions in such a wonderful and open display of sexual liberty.

"That being said, the reception is going to take things to a whole new level, but before we get this party started I would like to give a very special thank you to the love of my life who had no idea this is the wedding or reception I planned but was willing to go with the flow if only because all of you stuck around and showed her that, from time to time, it is okay to be a little perverted. Now, I would like those of you that are willing to stick around and continue testing your limits to please stand in rows with legs spread shoulder width apart and hands behind your back clasping opposite elbows. And for those who have had enough, please accept one final gift as a permanent reminder of this very special day.

If you would like your gift please form rows over there," Jayden said pointing several feet to his left "and stand as I instructed the others and the Masters and Mistress will give it to you."

About fifty friends and family formed five rows of ten and a few minutes later the thirty-six Masters and mistresses stood in front of the vast majority of them with some sort of gun-like device in hand. Placing the tip of the barrel about an inch above clit and cock, they pulled the triggers and in unison thirty-six men and women cried out in agony with many of them hitting the ground or running around as if they were desperately attempting to put out a fire that had just erupted in their loins. In the chaos, the Masters and Mistresses gave those remaining the same treatment and for the first time I caught a glimpse of what had them all wailing like banshees. The words SEX SLAVE permanently branded into their flesh in one inch tall block letters.

"HOLY SHIT! Did they seriously just get branded?"