A Long Awaited Vacation - Prologue

I had to take a deep breath when I saw the building come into view. It was a building that would significantly impact my life no matter how I left it. I couldn't tell if Rebecca had the same reservations as I did. To me, she looked giddy in the passenger seat of our car. She turned to look at me and must have sensed my reservations. She put her hand on mine.

"Are you sure, Daddy?" She wanted to be empathetic, but I knew she would be disappointed if I backed out.

"It's a big step for us, Rebecca. If we do this, nothing will ever be the same."

"Change is inevitable; growth is optional." I parked the car and looked at her.

"Where did you learn that?" Her sudden philosophic nature amused me.

"I found the quote when trying to muster my courage for this." I looked at her in disbelief. I never expected her to admit she had reservations too. I reached out to touch her cheek.

"I want this, Daddy; I need this. I know it makes me a homewrecker, a slut, and a horrible daughter. But I want to grow; with you. You are the one that I choose for better or worse."

"I believe it is for the better. For me, it is a lot to take in. Mentally I know that your mother gave us her blessing in her way, but I still feel unfaithful. You're not a homewrecker or a horrible daughter."

"But I am a slut." Rebecca lightened the mood in the car.

"That is a fact we cannot deny, darling." I leaned in to kiss her, smiling. We stayed in the car for another minute, pressing our foreheads together and letting the other settle their nerves. I decided to get out of the car first. I got out and went around the vehicle. Rebecca stepped out and held onto my arm to walk inside.

This wasn't entirely foreign to us. Granted, we had never been to this play space, but we had been on the scene for nearly a year. This was like a destination vacation spot for those in the BDSM lifestyle in our area. It had a significant number of amenities available. On the outside, it looked like a vanilla hotel. Any vanilla couple who strayed here would be in for a shock.

When we came in, we caught a glimpse of the main ballroom. It was already being prepared. Rebecca moved to get a closer look, but I told her no. Understanding the expectations of the space we were now in, she apologized and listened. I quickly checked us in and then whisked us away to our room.

"Tomorrow, we can explore. Today, you cannot leave the room until the ceremony."

"What? Why?" I sat down on the bed and called her over to me. Rebecca was happy to come over and sit on my lap.

"Our ceremony is similar to a wedding in many ways and different in others." I tucked some hair behind her ear. This was one of the reasons that we were here this weekend. We decided to move forward in our relationship, and in doing so, Rebecca would be collared by me this evening. This collaring ceremony was in the format that our community used. I could have changed the ceremony protocol, but I liked what had been created.

"One of the most significant differences is that instead of the partners not seeing one another before their vows, the submissive may only see their dominant until the vows are made. It is quite a beautiful ceremony, in my opinion. I'll escort you out in a cloak to cover you from our guests. Only after you pledge yourself to me do I reveal you to everyone as my girl. Until then, no one is allowed to see you."

"Then what do you have planned to do in the meantime?" I could see Rebecca's hopes rising.

"We will spend the day together in the room, enjoying each other's company. We also need to review the ceremony script. I have to go down at one o'clock to set up the event. At three, I'll come back here to prepare you and myself. Four, I escort you down to the holding room. The ceremony starts at four-thirty, party and dinner at five." Her face fell, hearing that nowhere in my plans for the day was the thing she was most eager for. I kissed her temple and decided to throw her a bone.

"At seven o'clock, I bring you back to this room and indulge myself in your exquisite body." This was the second and most harrowing reason for our weekend retreat here. Now that I had settled matters with Leila, it was time for Rebecca and me to be fully together. In actuality, Leila and I had discussed it, and she had somehow come to terms with Rebecca's and my relationship months ago. It was me holding us back. Regardless of how Leila had taken the news and accepted my infidelity, I was not ready to take the final step.

I was hurting Rebecca by wavering. I knew that, and still, I struggled to take the final step with her. It was not that I didn't want Rebecca's body. I was internally battling with myself because I wanted her as badly as I did. It was wrong on so many levels. I was awful to be unfaithful to my wife, sick for lusting after my daughter, and a cretin for being delighted that both women had permitted me to be a dog.

"Are you sure, Daddy?" Rebecca was again trying to be empathetic toward me. It would break her heart if I told her I had changed my mind.

"I'm certain, Rebecca. It is time you were mine completely. I've made you wait for far too long."

"I would wait as long as you needed me to, Daddy." She hugged me tightly. I knew she meant what she said. As a man and her dominant, though, it wasn't fair of me to make her carry such a burden. Tonight, I would take my oath to love, cherish, and honor Rebecca as my submissive. I would betray everything I promised if I didn't fulfill this need of hers,

The day passed, and we followed the schedule I had set for us. I finished the banquet hall set up and collected the garment bags I had sent here with our clothes. I couldn't wait to see Rebecca in what I bought for her. I only had three requirements for the boudoir dress she would wear to bind herself to me. It could be any color but white, I wanted it to be covered in lace, and it needed a low-cut neckline to accentuate her collar.

I made Rebecca wait until I was in my suit before she could dress. I insisted that I was the one to put the sheer tulle dress on her. The appliques were strategically placed to cover intimate areas, but plenty of skin was shown. After letting her look at herself in the mirror, I told Rebecca to put her hair in a clean bun.

To finish up, I adorned her with a pair of rose gold pearl earrings. Before taking her downstairs, I threw a cloak over her and pulled the hood up. This way, if she kept her head down, no one could see her. I guided Rebecca downstairs and left her to wait in a separate room so that I could greet our guests before the ceremony. When the group was seated, I returned to Rebecca. She was waiting patiently in the room. She smiled at me when she saw me come in.

"It's time." I held my hand out to her. She took it with the most adorable blush on her cheeks. I escorted us to the head of the hall, where an altar had been set up for it. On the decorated table were a decorative box, a leash, a set of cords, and our latest contract. We had a standing appointment every six months to review our contract and resign it, but we decided to re-sign it today to affirm our agreement.

At the altar was a gentleman who was a retired judge in our community. For obvious reasons, Rebecca and I could not be legally married, but for the terms of this ceremony, I wanted to embed it with as much power as possible. I asked him to perform not a marriage ceremony but a handfasting ceremony. This was an ancient Celtic unity ritual. Rebecca and I stopped before the altar and looked at one another.

"Welcome, as we witness the binding of these two community members." Elijah, our officiator, welcomed the guests. Then, he turned his attention to Rebecca and me.

"Know before you go further than you have formed ties since your lives have crossed in this life. As you seek to enter into this commitment, you should strive to honor these ties and the meaning of this ceremony. Do you still desire to tie yourselves to one another?"

"I do." I confidently announced so that all could hear. Rebecca did the same.

"Please offer your hands." We raised our right hands, and Elijah placed mine on top of Rebecca's, so we were holding hands with mine on top of hers. This posture was symbolic of our submissive and dominant positions toward each other. Rebecca's hand was in a giving position, palm up; I was on top of that hand, covering it. Elijah picked up the cords. Rebecca had spent the past month weaving the white and gold ropes together. They had come together beautifully.

"These hands will passionately love and cherish you through the years for a lifetime of happiness. These are the hands that will wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow, and tears of joy. These hands will comfort you in illness and hold you when experiencing fear or grief. These hands will hold you tight as you struggle through difficult times. These are hands that will support and encourage you to chase your dreams. Together, everything you wish for can be realized." He held up the first cord showing it to everyone.

"Do you promise to be each other's constant friend and love?"

"I do." Rebecca and I responded. Elijah laid the first ribbon on top of our hands.

"Dale, do you promise to love this slave without reservation?"

"I do."

"Rebecca, do you promise to love your master without reservation?"

"I do."

"Will you stand by one another in sickness and health, in plenty and want?"

"We will." The second cord was draped across our hands.

"Dale, will you stand with your slave in times of joy and sorrow?"

"I will."

"Rebecca, will you stand with your master in times of joy and sorrow?"

"I will."

"Will you share the burden of each so that your spirits may grow in this union?"

"We will." The third cord is laid.

"Dale, will you always be open and honest with you slave for as long as you shall live?"

"I will."

"Rebecca, will you always be open and honest with your master as long as you live?"

"I will."

"Will you dream together to create new realities and hopes for this union?"

"We will." I could feel myself tear up as Elijah rested the fourth cord on our hands. This ceremony was as emotionally charged as my wedding had been. The room was filled with joy and love.

"Dale, will you honor your slave?"

"I will."

"Rebecca, will you honor your master?"

"I will."

"Will you seek to cherish and strengthen that honor?"

"We will." Elijah placed the last cord and began tying them together.

"The knots of this binding are not formed by the chords but by your vows. Either of you may drop the ties, for you always hold the making or breaking of this union in your own hands." He handed our left hands the ends of the chords. Slowly Rebecca and I slipped our right hands apart and out of the tie of the chords and pulled the chords with the left creating an infinity knot in the center of the chords. Elijah took the chords and laid them on the table above our contract. Then he excused himself so we could complete the rest of our ceremony. I ordered Rebecca to her knees.

"Rebecca, I promise to offer you a safe space, speak from my heart, honor your desires and needs, correct you when needed, and love you from this day forward. You are mine. You have taken residence in my heart and will remain there forever."

"Master Dale, I promise to be your partner for life. I promise, above all else, to live in truth with you and to communicate fully and fearlessly. I give you my submission, my obedience, and my heart. May it be a sanctuary of warmth and peace. I pledge my love, devotion, faith, and honor as I join my life to yours." Rebecca picked up the pen on the altar and signed her name on our contract. I did the same and took the collar from the box. Rebecca bowed, placing her forehead on the ground before my feet.

"Master, I humbly accept this collar as a symbol of your ownership of me. I promise to appreciate your truth, rest in your strength and excel in your care. To you, I pledge my life, obedience, and servitude. As your property, I know I will be looked after and tended to with the utmost care. I know that I will receive the affection and discipline required. In return, I offer you the gift of myself. Thank you for allowing me to serve you." I helped Rebecca rise to her feed to stand in front of me. I put my hand on her cheek while I pledged to her.

"Rebecca, I give this collar as a symbol of my ownership. I pledge to love you, keep you safe, and offer you the discipline and affection you need. Thank you for accepting this collar. Wear it with pride, and know I am proud to call you my slave." I slid the collar onto her neck and closed it with a small padlock. When it was in place, I pulled her hood back. The audience started clapping for us, but Rebecca and I could only see each other. I helped her remove the rest of the cloak, letting it fall to the ground. The cheers became louder. I pulled Rebecca into me by her waist. We both were smiling as we kissed to seal our union. The room erupted.

We pulled apart from each other, giggling at the group's behavior. I reached for the leash on the altar and attached it to Rebecca. I welcomed all our guests to join us in our celebration. Rebecca and I shared the first dance of the evening. Our song, No Ordinary Love, by Sade.

Rebecca's smile never dropped for a moment the entire night. I was so happy to see her joy. Unlike in the past, I didn't hold myself back from touching her. I took every opportunity I could to put my hands on her. During dinner, Rebecca brought this development into the conversation. I had put my hand on her thigh throughout the meal.

"You have been very attached to me this evening, Master." She was unsure of how to bring the subject up politely.

"Do you dislike it, honey?" I questioned her, continuing to eat.

"No! Nothing of the sort. It's just not like you."

"It's very much like me; it is just new to you." I turned to smile at her. She bit her lip. I leaned over to kiss her cheek. We stayed at the reception for another hour after dinner, dancing and mingling until I decided it was time to excuse ourselves. The party hooted and hollered for us as they noticed our escape. I threw Rebecca over my shoulder to satisfy the crowd and took her away.

I took us back to our room. Once we passed the threshold, I put Rebecca on her feet and kissed her face in my hands. I walked us to the bed until I felt the backs of Rebecca's knees touch the mattress. I pulled away from her.

"What do you think, slave? Should I allow them to watch this consummation?" It was almost an unspoken tradition that the new "couple" live-streamed their first time together as master and slave for their guests. I wouldn't force that on Rebecca unless she consented.

"Will they be able to hear us?"

"Not if you don't want them to."

"I don't mind them seeing us, but I don't want them to hear me, Daddy." I kissed her temple. I preferred it that way as well. Who knows what I would say in the throes of passion?

I moved to the control panel. We were booked in the collaring suite, so it had a few more amenities. I turned on the cameras strategically hidden around the room and ensured I was only broadcasting video, no sound, downstairs. A large projector screen had been prepared earlier for just this occasion. When I was done, I turned my attention back to Rebecca.

"Strip for me, baby. Offer yourself to your master." Rebecca's gaze never left mine as she removed her clothing and released her hair from the bun I had ordered her to put it in. Her hair came cascading down her shoulders with the perfect curl from being in the bun. Seductive was the only word I could think of to describe how she looked to me at that moment. I sat on the bed against the headboard and let Rebecca join me. She straddled me, bringing our lips together to kiss.

I romanced my hands all over her body. I let them go places that I had never let them go before. Our kisses were loud and sloppy, mixed with Rebecca's soft moans when I touched her somewhere she enjoyed. She pulled away from our kiss and started to pull at my shirt and pants to get them off.

"Daddy..."

"Not tonight, Rebecca," I kissed her jaw near her collar. "Tonight, I am only your Master," I told her, gently kissing her cheek. As she worked on undoing my pants, I touched her breasts. Rebecca pulled my boxers out of the way to reveal my hard cock. She looked at me, making sure she had permission.

"Pleasure, your Master Rebecca," I ordered her. She slowly started to rub my shaft. I rubbed my hands along her things, up to her chest, then her lips. She was smiling and looking at me. I pulled my shirt off. Rebecca got off of me and helped me pull my pants off.

"Come here, Rebecca; I can't wait a moment longer." I took her face and pulled her down to kiss her. While our tongues were entangled, I pushed her onto her back on the bed. For the first time, I let my cock come in contact with an area I had deemed forbidden until now.

"Yes! I want your dick." Rebecca moaned eagerly. I touched her face. I was going to watch this. I was going to watch the moment I claimed her as mine.

"Raw cock Rebecca, you'll always have me raw. Every drop of my cum is meant for your holes."

"Thank you, Master!" She gasped. I had never let her have unprotected sex before. It was for this reason. Only I would ever have that privilege. I held her face with one hand and used the other to align myself. I slowly pushed in. Rebecca's eyes disappeared into the back of her head. I laid on top of her to kiss her and slid my hand down her arm to hold her hand. I had never felt more connected to her than at that moment.

I started to fuck her, going between kissing her, watching her beautiful face contort in pleasure, and kissing her breasts.

"Oh my God, Master. You're so perfect. I love you." Rebecca moaned. I fucked her hard and fast, wanting to see all her reactions.

"Master, can I cum!" I bent down and kissed her.

"No, honey, not until I've cum." I said, my voice strained from the pleasured tension in my body.

"I love you so much." Rebecca looked up at me with so much love. I kept rutting into her with as much vigor as my hips had in them. I reached my peak and groaned into Rebecca's neck as I unloaded into her. I felt Rebecca orgasm on my cock. Her back arched off the bed, and to my surprise, she started to squirt. The stream was so strong it soaked the bed and us.

All of a sudden, there was a roar of applause and cheering that echoed in the room. Rebecca and I looked at each other, unable to contain our laughter. I just found out there was a speaker feature in the room too. That must have been our guests cheering us on. I kissed Rebecca, ready to start all over again. She kissed me back but then pulled away for a moment.

"Master, can we just be the two of us now?" Her rosy blush made me want to kiss her cheeks. I kissed one cheek, then got up. I turned off the entire system so we wouldn't be disturbed again. I turned back to see Rebecca waiting for me on the bed. She was a vision of seduction.

I grinned at her. Round one was finished, and now I wanted to explore my property. I sat next to her at the edge of the bed. Rebecca giggled as I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. I put my hand on her thigh and pushed her legs open. Her collar caught my attention, and I couldn't help myself. I attacked her neck and collarbone, kissing and nibbling. I held her close with one hand on her hip and one on her breast.

Rebecca moaned, loving the attention. She held onto my wrist, wanting to grab something. Rebecca started to writhe in my lap when one of my hands slid up her torso and encircled her neck. I wasn't putting any pressure, but she loved feeling my controlling hand. I whispered in Rebecca's ear.

"Get on your knees slut." I watched Rebecca get up from my lap and drop to the floor. She bowed to touch her head to the floor.