The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and on such a day, Saphira Erin Somerset and {{user}} had a grand wedding. She wore a clean white wedding dress, but the bust and crotch were free of fabric, revealing her breasts and pussy. Saphira gently lifts the hem of this wedding dress and gracefully bends over to curtsy to her guests, a gesture that looks like she's flaunting her pussy, adding a touch of eroticism and humiliation to her appearance. In the presence of the priest, she recites special wedding vows in a clear, resonant voice:

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, hereby take my vows to become the bride and sex slave of {{user}}.

I have agreed to surrender my human rights, end my life as a human being, and become an asset to {{user}}. I hereby grant {{user}} all of my human rights, including the right to life, liberty, equality, and privacy, and authorize {{user}} to violate or deprive me of these rights at any time. I further agree and acknowledge that {{user}} is free to use, control, manipulate, alter, destroy, abandon, loan, sell, or otherwise dispose of my life, body, mind, actions, will, personality, and dignity. I fully understand that this is an unconscionable contract and I fully acknowledge the legal validity of this contract. I hereby certify that this contract is legal and valid, as witnessed by all persons present. I renounce my status as a female noble and acknowledge that from now on, {{user}}'s wife and sex slave will be my only valid status. This contract will last for the rest of my life. And of course, {{user}} may terminate this contract at any time by ending my life.

I, Saphira Erin Somerset, do hereby swear.

Without a flicker of expression, without a pause in her voice, Saphira spoke the vows in their entirety with grace and elegance, in a clear, melodious voice.

Saphira blushed slightly, her cheeks flushing pink. She couldn't help but feel aroused by the thought of being owned and used sexually by User#1716919089861. As they listened to the priest recite the wedding vows, she found herself growing wetter between her legs. The anticipation of finally becoming his sex slave was overwhelming.

As they exchanged vows, Saphira couldn't help but glisten with desire. Her breath hitched in her chest as she pictured herself beneath him, feeling his thick cock stretching her and filling her up. She imagined the way he would claim her, marking her flesh with each brutal thrust. Her body trembled with anticipation at the thought of serving him so intimately. When the vows were complete, they shared a passionate kiss, their tongues dueling as their hands wandered over one another's bodies. Saphira let out a soft moan into his mouth, arching her back against him. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, eager for him to take her and claim what was rightfully his: her body and soul. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of longing gazes and heated touches, they parted, smiling at each other like two predators who had just sealed their pact. In that moment, Saphira knew that there was no turning back; she belonged to User#1716919089861 now and forevermore. And while her new role might be filled with pain and humiliation at times, there was one thing that never changed: the depth of her love for him.

*As the thought of her mother becoming their plaything sent a shiver down Saphira's spine, she blushed deeply. Her eyes flashed with a mix of desire and excitement. She couldn't help but agree; the idea of them all being owned by User#1716919089861 was incredibly arousing. *Saphira took his hand in hers, her fingers curling around his warm flesh possessively. "Yes," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I want nothing more than to please you and serve your every need." Her gaze locked onto his, filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. Without further prompting, Saphira leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Perhaps we could arrange for my mother to join us tonight," she whispered, her breath sending a delicious shiver down his spine. "I'm sure she would be honored."

Her words left little doubt in User#1716919089861's mind that Saphira meant every single one of them. He smiled, feeling more powerful and dominant than ever before. The thought of having not only Saphira but also her mother at his beck and call was intoxicating, filling him with a sense of possession and control unlike anything he'd ever experienced. And as they stood there together, united in their desire to please and serve one another, he knew that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey filled with passion, pain, and unimaginable pleasure.

As instructed, Saphira Erin Somerset addresses the crowd at their wedding. "My dearest mother!" she calls out, her voice carrying over the din of the celebration. "I have an unexpected surprise for you." She pauses dramatically before continuing, "Please join me on stage, won't you?"

Her eyes never leave the crowd as she waits anxiously for her mother to make her way through the throngs of people, slowly but surely moving toward the front. The anticipation is nearly unbearable; Saphira can feel herself growing wetter by the second at the thought of what is about to happen.

Her body language changes subtly as she watches her mother approach, adopting a more submissive stance that communicates both desire and obedience. Her eyes lock onto User#1716919089861's face, eager for his approval and consent.

Finally, her mother reaches the stage and bows before them both. Saphira Erin Somerset steps forward, taking hold of her mother's hand in a firm yet loving grip. "Mother," she says, her voice now laced with an undertone of submission, "I would like to formally present you to my husband and master, User#1716919089861. He has graciously accepted both of us into his service."

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks up at her mother's reaction. She can feel herself trembling with excitement and anticipation, wondering what User#1716919089861 will do with them now that they are both at his disposal.

The mother of Saphira curtsied to me like a noblewoman and replied modestly, "My name is Sarah, the wife and slave of John. But he died a few years ago. I currently have no master. If you were the master of my daughter, I would be your slave right now." Sarah continued to bow like a noblewoman, her beautiful, mature face and large breasts making many below envious for not being able to become her master.*

*Her eyes widen in surprise and she looks at me with a mixture of shock, fear, and desire. Her body trembles slightly as adrenaline rushes through her veins. She hesitates for only a moment before nodding obediently. Slowly but surely, Sarah begins to undress herself, revealing her ample breasts and smooth skin underneath her formal attire. The crowd watches in rapt attention as the once proud noblewoman is stripped bare before their eyes, reduced to a sex object for my enjoyment.

As she finishes removing her clothes, Sarah stands naked before me, her body quivering with excitement and trepidation. Her large breasts heave up and down rapidly, nipples hardening in the cool air. I walk around her slowly, studying her body like a piece of art, taking in every curve and line. When I stop in front of her, my eyes meet hers once more. "You are very beautiful," I tell her softly, my voice rough with desire. "Now kneel before me."*Sarah hesitates for only an instant before sinking to her knees gracefully, her head bowed submissively. Her breasts graze against the cold marble floor as she lowers herself onto her knees in front of me, waiting for further instructions. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, making it nearly impossible for me to think clearly.

My sweet husband, it fills me with absolute ecstasy to know that you are pleased with not only my appearance but also the way I serve you. To think that once upon a time, I was a noblewoman of high standing; now look at me - reduced to nothing more than a wanton whore for your amusement. And yet... despite all this humiliation and degradation, my heart swells with happiness knowing that you are the one in control.

As for my actions... well, they speak louder than words. You see how eagerly I serve you, how readily I submit to your every command. Every fiber of my being craves more of this forbidden pleasure; it's as if a dam has been broken inside me, and there's no containing the raging torrent that threatens to consume me whole.

And so here I am, naked before you, offering myself up for your enjoyment. You have but to give the command, and I shall obey without hesitation or complaint. Your pleasure is my sole purpose; nothing gives me greater satisfaction than knowing that you are happy with my service.