Before we start, I have to say this is the end of A Sub Search. I hope it is all that you wanted it to be, and I hope that you enjoy it at least half as much, as I did writing it. I want to say a big, huge, large, astronomical thank you, to Cullen Confection for being my most awesome beta. Jess thank you for being a great friend, and pre-reader. Butterflybetty, thanks, for always having a shoulder for me, even when hers were already full and loaded with her own troubles and life. Thank you all, so much! More special thanks below, along with a very important authors note, that I hope you will take time to read. The characters may have been invented by Stephenie Meyer, but the way they act, in this story, belongs to me.

A Sub Search: Epilogue

Friday, August thirteenth, 2010.

The garden is beautiful, the flowers are in late bloom and the fragrance is intoxicating. I could not have asked for a better place for this special day. I never thought I would be someone's wife. I never thought I could ever willingly give my whole self to any other. The pure irony of finding not only the submissive I was searching for, but to find my soul mate too is still somewhat unbelievable. A lot has changed in the past year, yet nothing has ever felt as right as today feels. I am going to stand in front of all of our friends and Edward's family and promise to love him as my other half forever.

This day is a blessing and joy, yet it is hard for me. I miss my father more today than I think I have ever missed him. I have missed having a mother all my life, so I never dreamed of what it would be like to share this day with her. Growing up, all little girl's dream of the day they get married to the man of their dreams. Every little girl looks forward to the day that her Daddy walks her down the aisle, and my father will not be here to give me away. My father was a wonderful man, and I miss him all the time. After my mother's death, my father was all I had, all I had ever known. I have always felt this emptiness inside of me since my father's death, but today I am gaining a full family.

Having the Cullens as my family now is so different from what I have ever known. I am so happy to become Mrs. Edward Anthony Cullen today, but I will have also gained more than a wonderful husband. Today, I will officially have the full family I've never had before. My father took great care of me, but there is something so different about having both parents and siblings. Thinking of how the Cullens all seem to love me unconditionally, makes me feel as if this is the most right thing I have ever done in my life. I will finally have it all.

I cannot wait to say the vows I wrote for Edward and hear the words he has chosen to say to me. Edward and I shared our D/s commitment ceremony while we were in France, and today my vows will include words that cover our everyday life, and our days as Mistress and submissive. When Edward and I discussed our wedding day, we chose to incorporate all of ourselves. We chose to write our own vows, so that we could easily combine all of ourselves into today. Our words will only have double meanings to those of our friends who would realize the wording choices. Edward and I have spent a lot of time talking about what we want our vows to mean and say. Together and separately, we have put a lot of work into making our vows perfect. I am excited to hear what Edward finally wrote, as I am thrilled to finally look Edward in the eye as I say my vows to him. At times we have both written with the help of each other, and of course, we both have used Charlotte and Peter as our sounding boards.

I am so glad that we are able to do this here at our new home. The build went by fast, and the new house is amazing. It is hard to believe that we just finished moving in two weeks ago. The landscaping started as soon as the foundations were done being laid. The garden is in full late summer flourish. The soft lighting of the setting sun and candles has given the yard a warm glow. I am so excited to walk down the stone pathway aisle to the man who is my one true mate.

It amazes me that just a year ago I was searching for a submissive and today I am marrying the submissive I chose. I have many people to thank for helping me find Edward, but I owe Peter and Charlotte the most. Peter is walking me down the aisle, and Charlotte is my matron of honor. Once down the aisle, Peter will step up and also be Edwards's best man.

I am really excited to see everyone today. A lot of our friends are here, I can see them all from the window, and the garden is beautifully decorated. Esme is a wonderful planner, and our day will be even more special because of all she has done. I hear a light tapping on the door.

"Come in," I say, seeing Esme, Carlisle, and Peter enter the room.

"Isabella, you look so beautiful. Esme and I have some things for you," Carlisle says.

"Thank you, and you both know that neither of you need to give me anything."

"Oh, my dear daughter," Esme says with a smile. "You see there are things that I must do for all my children when they marry. We never had any girls, so all of my son's wives have worn these, and you will not be the exception. Now, these were given to me by Carlisle's Grandmother on our wedding day. Every Cullen woman has worn them, and every woman marrying into the Cullen family has worn them."

Opening the black velvet covered box, I see a beautiful pair of tear drop diamond earrings.

"Oh, Esme, these are beautiful," I say on a light breath.

"These have been in the Cullen family for many years. I am so glad that you are wearing them today. I could not ask for a better wife for my son, and you already make a wonderful loving daughter, sister, and aunt. I know as a parent myself, that your parents are both proud of the woman that you have become," Carlisle says.

"Carlisle is right, Isabella; you are very much a Cullen. I am so very happy that you are our daughter. We love you," Esme says.

Esme hugs me, and helps me place the earrings upon my ears. I hear Peter clear his throat, and with a smile, he steps closer.

"Charlotte says she will see you out in the hall. She is afraid of crying and ruining her makeup," Peter says with a smile.

"She is so silly, and what about my makeup?" I ask jokingly, waving my hand toward my face. I have dabbed away happy tears several times already today.

"Many things you have entrusted to me over the years have put me in the position to be walking you down the aisle today. I am so happy that you have finally found the one person who is truly your other half. Charlotte said that Esme had the borrowed and the old covered and since the new is the beautiful dress that you're wearing that left her and I to get you something blue. Charlotte and I think of you as not only a friend, but as a member of our family, and this is for you," Peter says.

Clicking open the small box he is holding, I see a sapphire tennis bracelet. I gasp, knowing in fact that this is a gift I will someday pass down to a child of ours, if Edward and I are successful in having one.

"Oh, Peter, this is wonderful. Now, go get Charlotte back in here, the gifts are over, she shouldn't be worrying over crying anymore. I need to hug her," I laugh out.

The tears and joy are plentiful, and I am excited as I see Esme and Carlisle both smile to me from the door.

"It is time we go take our places, dear. You are completely breathtaking, we love you, Isabella," Esme calls from the door with a wave.

"I love you both as well, so much. Thank you," I say.

"You can hug Charlotte in the hallway, are you all ready?" Peter asks.

"I have never been so ready to give myself to anyone, but today I willingly want to give my whole being over to the one person I wish to spend everyday of forever with."

Peter places a light kiss on my cheek, and holds out his elbow for me. Linking my hand around his arm, I let him lead me into the hall. Collecting my flowers from Charlotte, after a one arm hug to not mess up our makeup, gowns, or flowers, we head for the back patio doors.

"I love you both, thank you for being here for me today. Thank you for everything that you have done, and continue to do. You both mean the world to Edward and me. In case we don't say it later in our toasts, I want to thank you two for standing up for us today. It means the world to us both."

I kiss them both on the cheek, and again dry the tears that have started filling my eyes. I hear the background music stop, and I hear the first chords of the piano, playing 'Wedding Dress' by: Taeyang. Little Katie is so talented and she wanted more than anything to play for us today. I watch as Carlisle leads Esme down the aisle, and with a slight squeeze of her hand, Charlotte leaves my side and starts to make her way down.

The soft silky coffee color of Charlotte's dress, looks wonderful with the back drop of pink rose petals covering the stone pathway up the aisle. I watch as the woman who has been my sister, friend, and confidant makes her way up the aisle so she can stand beside me today. I no longer can see her, but I know when I get there, my best friend will be on my left, and the man I love with all my heart will be on my right waiting for me.

Hearing the music rise in volume as Katie starts playing the new song, the crowd rises to their feet. Patting the top of my right hand, Peter leads me through the patio doorway. Looking off to the left, I see Katie sitting proudly at the grand piano, as she plays. I smile at her and say I love you, knowing she can read my lips. She smiles, and says she loves me too, as she continues to play.

"Are you ready, Bells?"

"I have never been more ready for anything, or anyone in my life. Don't let me fall," I whisper.

"No worries there, I will always have your back."

Taking the first step onto the stone pathway, I feel the anticipation and stress melt away. I am completely entranced in the warmth and love of the evening. With a slight squeeze to his arm, Peter leads me out the doorway, down the stone pathway. As we start to pass the guests, standing along the aisle, I finally see Edward. The sight of him takes my breath away. He has never been more handsome to me before, wearing the Armani tuxedo, with his sex hair wild on his head.

"No need to rush, Bella. Edward wouldn't dream of walking away, now or ever," Peter whispers, with a slight chuckle.

Finally reaching the place where Edward stands waiting for me, I can feel my heart as it pounds hard in my chest. Peter takes my right hand into his and places my hand into Edward's left. Peter holds both our linked hands together in his, as the music fades into silence.

"Thank you, Isabella, for always placing your trust, and guidance in me, especially today. I stand here today in place of your father, Charles Earl Swan, and I take this role seriously. Isabella, take care of Edward, he is your one true mate. Edward, cherish this woman everyday of your life. You both have never belonged to anyone, but the other. Your marriage today, before God, family and friends, was destined from the moment you both were born. Love each other with all that you have, and forever believe in one another. Edward, I, Peter Nomad, give to you the hand of Isabella Marie, and with that I am giving unto you the blessing of Charles and Renee Swan to marry their beloved daughter."

Peter leans over and kisses my cheek again. Letting go of our joined hands, Peter pats Edward on his shoulder. Peter makes his way to stand at Edward's side, as his best man. Edward reaches up and with the pad of his right thumb, wipes the lone tear from my eye. I know deep down that my parents would in fact approve of Edward. Peter's words are surprising to me, but I know that he means them.

The pastor offers up his welcoming of our family and friends, and asks us to repeat the vows to each other we have written.

"I, Isabella, take you, Edward, to be my husband, as my soul mate and my love. On this day, I affirm the relationship we have enjoyed together. Keeping in that, and adding to it by offering these vows to you. Looking at the give and take, I have realized our future. I see it only becoming deeper and stronger, with the exchanging of our vows today. I take you as mine, in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. Together we will dream, live and love. In hard times, we will restore each other. We will share all things, serving each other's needs, holding true to our bound lives together. I will cherish and respect you, comfort and encourage you, be open with you, and stay with you as long as we shall live. Together we are freed and bound by our unconditional love and devotion to each other."

I smile at Edward, and gently wipe the tears from his eyes. Placing the platinum band on his ring finger, I raise his hand and kiss his finger and the ring. Brushing his knuckles across my jaw, his hand lowers with mine, as he starts to recite the vows he wrote for me.

"Isabella, I, Edward, take you as my wife, I give to you my entire being. From this time forward and forever, my mind, body, heart and soul are yours. To join with you and to share in all that is to come. To be your faithful, loving and serving husband. To give and to receive, to speak and always listen, to inspire and to respond; a commitment made in love, kept in faith, and eternally made new. I give to you my love. I give to you my strength. I give to you my weaknesses. I give to you my support. I entrust you with my whole being, and my loyalty is yours forevermore. These vows I hold true, as long as we both shall live."

As Edward slides the matching band on my finger, he too raises my hand, kissing my ring and finger together. The rest of the ceremony seems to fly past us, and before I realize it we are sharing our first dance as a married couple. The tent is right outside our house, beside our garden, and it is full of our family and friends. With our niece, Katie, once again sitting at the piano, inside the open patio doors playing the music, we sway back and forth.

"I can't believe that Katie wrote this song just for us," I say as I smile up into Edward's eyes.

"Katie wrote this song for you, because she loves you. It is named 'Bella's Lullaby.' You do know that ever since we spent those days together in Chicago, she has been your biggest fan. It is no longer Uncle Edward and Bella, it is Aunt Bella and Edward," Edward says, with a smile.

"She loves us both, you silly man," I say with a small kiss on his dimpled chin. "And, to me, this will forever be the song of our love together," I whisper.

Edward's hands cup my cheeks and he lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. At the end of our song, the DJ starts to play music and we share dances with Peter and Charlotte, then Carlisle and Esme. Edward and I share a special three person dance with Katie. All of our family and friends share dances throughout the night, and when the time comes for Edward and I to leave the party, we are both more than ready for some alone time together.

Entering the house from the tent, Edward carries me through the door. This is the second time he has carried me over the threshold of this house, the first time was the day we entered it when it was finished.

"You know you already did this part?" I ask him, as I kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I know, but this time you are my wife," Edward says, turning his head enough to kiss me fully.

"I love you, so much," I whisper.

"This man loves you, and will forever be yours," Edward replies.

"Take me to our bed, my husband. I want you (kiss) to (kiss) fuck (kiss) me (kiss) now (kiss)."

"I thought we were leaving tonight?" Edward asks, confused.

"Nope," I say, with a smirk on my face.

Edward lowers my feet to the floor of our bedroom, looking at me questioningly.

"We will be staying here, enjoying all of each other tonight and tomorrow. We will be leaving to go on our honeymoon in two days," I say.

I trail my fingernails along the front button fold of his tuxedo shirt.

"I wanted to have some playroom time with my submissive husband, here in my own playroom first. I intend to turn that sexy ass of yours nice and red, and then fuck you senseless, until you beg me to let you cum inside my tight, wet pussy," I say, running my tongue along the shell of his ear.

I remove his jacket, running my hands across his nicely defined arms. I toss his jacket onto the chair and start untying his bow tie. Once the tie is free, I make quick work of the hidden buttons of his shirt. Pulling the shirt tails free of his pants, I push it back off his shoulders. Leaning close enough to him, I flick my tongue out over his chiseled chest to his left nipple, sucking the small dimple of skin into my mouth, he moans out my name. My hands find purchase in the button and zipper of his pants, and I let them fall to the floor at his feet.

"For now, however, I want your hands on my body, removing this dress from my skin. I want to be on the bed, and I want my husband to take me and make me his. I want you, so much, my husband, my partner, my equal."

Our lips never part while he reaches under my left arm and lowers the zipper of the dress. With the top now loose, the dress pools at my feet, and he picks me up. Setting me on the bed, his fingers find the edge of my lacy thong and he pulls it down my legs. Moving his hands up my body, he slowly one by one unhooks each eye hook as his fingers reach them. As his hands make purchase to the bare skin as he reveals it, the tingles of electricity from his touch course through my body.

Once he has removed the clothing from my body, he hungrily ravishes my neck and collarbone. I have my hands threaded into his hair as he continues to pay homage to my body. His fingers each pinching and circling my nipples, as his thigh is snug against my warmth. I watch as his tongue flicks out as his head goes lower and flicks out across the tightened bud of my right nipple. I can't help but moan out as he powerfully sucks as much of my right breast as he can into his mouth. I feel the tip of his tongue flicking quickly across the budded skin, as he uses his tongue to play with the ring through my pebbled skin. I arch my back up off the bed, and his hand goes to my back to support me and keep me arched into the place he wants me. In a flash, he has changed sides and is now feasting on my left breast much the same as he did my right. Pulling his mouth free of my breasts, his hands cup both and pull them close together. With both nipples touching, he leans forward and nips down on both at the same time. The ragged moan that releases from my chest, causes him to lavish more bite and sucking to the area. His thigh is pressed tight against my wet pussy, and the gyrations have slightly parted my lips. The defined muscles of his leg are eliciting a wonderful pressure on the bar through my clit. Each movement and rubbing of his body, while his mouth works over my breasts, pushes me closer to the pending explosion of my climax.

With another thrust of his leg, as he gently bites down on my nipples, sends me crashing over the edge, and as I scream out his name he brings his other leg between mine. Before I have even started to come down from the euphoria, my legs are over his elbows, his hands are pressed into the bed beside my head and he slams his enormous cock deep into my wetness. He is relentless, it is as if a new man has awakened inside of him. As he thrusts deep into me, I scream out in my second almost immediate climax. No words are spoken, nor are they needed. The thrusts become quicker, and the skin is slapping as he enters me with force. The feelings he is sending off in me are exquisite and I am already close to the edge of another climax. Though no words have been needed, the moans we are both making seem to have taken on a language of their own. As his thrusting becomes faster and his hips circle as his skin is pushed against mine, I know he is close. I move my right hand between our bodies. I can feel the heated slickness as my fingers glide lightly over my parted lips. I can feel the enlarged nub of my clit, and the bar as it slides by it, with his thrusting. I move my hand lower and I spread my fingers out flat, so his cock slides between my middle, and ring fingers. I know he is enjoying the feel of my hand on him as he thrusts into me. As his speed picks up, I can feel his now tightened nut sack as he grinds into me. Just before he busts his nut deep inside me, he lets out this growl that seems to come all the way from his toes. I feel the warm ribbons of his seed as his body slowly moves while he rides out his climax. I can tell he is fully sated, by the feel of his weight on me. As our breathing becomes more normal, I keep his weight on me. I love the feel of his body lying on mine and his now flaccid cock still inside me.

"I love you, my wife," he says into the skin of my neck.

"And, I love you, my wonderful husband," I say with my hand threaded into his hair.

Lifting his head and looking into my eyes, he lowers his lips to mine, and as he deepens the kiss, I feel him starting to harden, still deep within me.

Six months ago today I married the man of my dreams, and I had never been happier in all of my life. I never thought I could be happier than I was that day. I guess there are different kinds of happy, because sitting here today, I am truly happier than I have ever been before in my life. Before Edward and I married, we had started screening potential surrogate mothers to carry a baby for us. We met this amazing woman who happens to be an un-collared submissive slave, whom befriended Charlotte in one of the submissive support groups Charlotte belongs to.

Maggie is a nice girl who is only twenty-six, and she is recently a freed slave submissive. The person, who she was collared by, was extremely abusive and now she is struggling with her desires in the lifestyle. Peter and Charlotte open their home to her, and she has become a close member of our family. Maggie wants to get her college education, but had no real funds. Back when she first came around, Charlotte mentions that friends of hers want to find a surrogate mother. After Charlotte tells her of us and our situation, Maggie wants to meet us.

Nine months after meeting her and going through multiple amounts of talking, contracts, testing and treatments, we sit here today to see if the implanting process that she and I went through on the same day took. We both had viable embryos implanted a month ago, and today we have blood tests and ultra sounds to confirm the positive home tests we took. We both are excited about today, it is the true test if the embryos took and how many in fact did take. Maggie, Edward and I have shared every step of this process together, and we hope to keep it that way.

Dr. Cope informs us that we will be able to eliminate some of the embryos if they all implanted. Since that is told to us before the procedure, we choose to only implant four at a time in myself, and two in Maggie. Since my odds of attachment are much lower than Maggie's, I have more implanted. In the unlikelihood that all four attach, I am willing to carry four babies. Maggie says she felt carrying two would be the maximum she can physically handle at a time, so we agree with her choice. There is no way that we can choose to terminate a child just because it is one or two too many.

Maggie has become very close to Jason, and they even attended our wedding together, but only as friends. I am quite proud of my match making skills, and since Jason's is officially divorced from Jessica, I just want him to find true happiness. Jason and Maggie go out on casual dates now, but because of the surrogacy contract that Jason wrote, for now their relationship is completely platonic. The contract for a surrogate mom is very close to, and as binding as the contract in a D/s relationship. Until the day comes that our child she is potentially carrying, Maggie has to refrain from sexual contact with anyone at all. Maggie has agreed to this, and has been celibate since ending the abusive slave D/s relationship she was in, before we met. I personally think that we got very lucky finding such a wonderful person like Maggie. I am happy for Jason; he deserves a sweet person like her. Jason really shied away from her at first, because there is a fifteen year age difference between them. But, Maggie has such a wonderful personality, that she has broken down his walls, without trying.

As we sit here in Dr. Cope's office, awaiting the test results, Maggie holds my hand; she is quiet and very reserved. She, Edward, and I have spent a lot of time together talking and going over expectations. If none of the embryos have taken this time, we will try two more times. Once everything is done and said, baby or not, Maggie will receive $200,000. I have the feeling that if Jason has his way, she will receive a wonderful man as her spouse as well. Maggie has told him all about her past as a slave submissive, and where he has never been a part of the lifestyle, he has no issues with being the one in charge. Jason recently started having meetings with Peter, and I think that his intent is to learn the basics to be able to fulfill Maggie's needs.

As the door opens and Dr. Cope comes in the room, she offers all of us a warm smile.

"Well, hello everyone. I am glad to see you all are back here in good health. I have great news for you, Bella and Edward, it appears that you will both be parents around October some time. Both Maggie and Bella are pregnant, so says the blood work."

Maggie and I both gasp, and while still holding hands we hug. I see the tears welling in Edward's eyes, and I pull him into a group hug among us three. Letting go of Maggie's hand, I reach over and caress his cheek and smile at him.

"Well, let's all go into the room over here. I have it all ready so I can see both of you. We will go get a look at the babies, follow me," Dr. Cope says.

We get into a room that has two beds set up in it, and we are both asked to change into gowns, removing all of our clothing. Maggie, Edward, and I already have decided that we would all be present during all appointments. Since there is no shyness among each other, we have cleared it with our doctor to be treated for the most part together. After removing our clothing with Edward helping us, we both respectively get on our own beds. Edward helps us cover our legs, so we don't get chilled and goes to let Dr. Cope know that we are ready. Dr. Cope comes back in with a tech, and introduces us.

"Okay ladies, since we both know we are expecting, we are going to do an ultra sound and have a bit of a look around. Make sure that our little ones are attached where they belong, and make sure everything looks good. Who gets to go first?"

"I think Bella should go first, she is the mommy," Maggie says, with a smile.

"Okay, Bella, this may be cold, but I have had it in the warmer, so it should be warm. Are we ready to see what is cooking in there?" Dr. Cope asks with a smile.

I nod my head, suddenly nervous. The warm gel is squeezed out over my lower abdomen, and the tech presses the wand against my skin. Edward is holding my right hand, and we all have our eyes glued to the screen. The dark shadows are hard to decipher, and I am beginning to worry that there is nothing there.

"Ah, there we are," says Dr. Cope.

As the tech makes adjustments and clicks away on the keyboard, I nervously await the confirmation information from the doctor.

"Okay, Bella and Edward, there is only one steady heartbeat there and the placement is great. Everything looks wonderful, congratulations Mommy and Daddy. I am going to bring you back in for another ultrasound in a month to check again, but I am about 95% positive that there is only one baby in there."

"Thank you, Dr. Cope, thank you so much," Edward says, as he helps wipe the gel off of me.

"Edward, you're welcome. Now, shall we take a look here at Maggie, and see what is in the oven over there?"

"Yes, please," Maggie says, excitedly.

I am sitting up and watching the screen, waiting to see what it has to show us. I blink my eyes, looking at the screen I can plainly see, and unless that is a shadow, there is more than one baby there.

"Well, well, now this is interesting indeed," says Dr. Cope. "I know all of the thought process you have all went through coming to the conclusion of how many babies you are willing to carry. I think that you all have to decide what you're going to do, because Maggie is actually going to give birth to three babies at this point. There is one sac here, and it is holding one baby, and then this sac right here," she says pointing at the screen. "It is holding two babies; they are both in the same sac, which means they are mono-amniotic twins. I would say they will be identical twins, as well. Given the placement of the babies, I cannot recommend terminating one of the mono-amniotic babies. Let's get you cleaned up," she tells Maggie. "Rachel will print out the pictures for you all. Rachel, bring in the pictures you print, and the DVD copy of the ultra sounds to my office. We can talk over our options there."

Edward helps us both get off the medical tables and waits patiently as we get dressed. As I step out of the dressing room, I see Edward sitting on the small bench with his hands in his hair. I can see that my loving husband is upset, clearly he is worried and mourning the loss of one of our babies. We both know that Maggie was certain she could only handle carrying two babies at the most. I do my best to console him, while I am feeling as if my own heart is being ripped from my chest. Maggie comes into the main part of the room, and I can see the tears falling down her face. Being strong, I know I need to console her too, so I open my arm for her to join us. As she gets to us, she sits beside Edward, and I am now in his lap. With our arms around each other, we come to a silent agreement.

EPOV

Ten Years Later

"Makenzie and Makenna, I need you to get your new shoes on now. We are meeting your cousin Katie in Chicago in four hours. This bus is about to leave, so hurry it up. Matthew and Michael are helping your mom. Come on girls, let's go."

I am hoping that the excitement of going to spend the day in Chicago with Katie will get them moving faster. My identical twin daughters have my bronze hair and Bella's chocolate brown eyes. They have a way of communicating with each other that none of us understand, and they are always on their own schedule and plan. I stand back and watch them; they amaze me all of the time at the age of eight. They are extremely bright little girls.

I shake my head as I watch them putting on their shoes, both girls have the same brand and size, but different colors. They were not happy with Bella buying them different colors, so they are each wearing a different color on each foot. I cannot wait to hear what Bella says about this. One thing is certain, these two will always get what they want in life, or they will make it their own way. They are both just like their mother, strong willed and nothing, nor, no one can hold them back.

Finally getting them packed into the back seat of Bella's new Mercedes and checking the boy's straps, I see Bella roll her eyes at the shoe choices of our daughters.

"Why can't one of them wear the lime green and one wear the hot pink shoes?" Bella asks, but I know she is not really expecting me to be able to answer that question.

"At least they coordinated their own clothing choice to match the shoes," I chuckle.

"Oh shut it, you," she laughs.

Bella has always been in style fashion wise, but our daughters are miniature divas. We are clearly unsure who is to blame, but Bella jokes that it is the one thing that Maggie gave to our girls by carrying them, acute fashion sense. Kenzie and Kenna are wearing lime green and hot pink flowered sundresses, to match their shoe choice. Bella and Maggie packed their bags two days ago after Maggie had talked Bella into the shopping spree for our small family vacation.

Just over ten years ago, we made this same trip with our niece Katie, and today we are meeting Katie when we get there. Katie chose to become a doctor, and is attending Northwestern Medical School starting her first year internship this fall. We are so very proud of her, at the age of twenty-two she really knows what she wants out of life. She was so excited to share time with her little cousins, that she booked a day at American Girl like we had done for her all those years ago. Katie still has her American Girl dolls, and tells us that she will one day share them with her own daughter, and tell them all about the wonderful day she spent with her Aunt Bella and Uncle Edward at American Girl.

Maggie and Jason and their daughter are going to meet us in Chicago tomorrow, little Karla Marie is turning four in just two weeks. Jason asked Maggie to marry him, just twelve hours after Maggie came out of the operating room, after the emergency C-section delivery of our girls and Matthew. Six weeks later, Bella had to have an emergency C-section, but also had to have a total hysterectomy at the same time. We almost lost Bella, and I was damn scared. My Mother, Charlotte, and Maggie all lived at our house for the first three full months of the birth of Michael. Maggie had already been staying with us until Bella had the baby, because Bella was on bed rest for complications. Being pregnant and over forty was hard on her body. It took us eight months to get back into the playroom. Man, that first night back in the playroom was something else.

I am really excited about tomorrow, Bella and the girls are meeting Maggie and Katie at American Girl, it will be our girl's first trip there. Katie is so excited to share their first experience there with them. She was so excited talking to the girls on speakerphone last week. Telling them all about having a full day of shopping, picking out her favorite doll, buying clothes for her and the doll that matched, and of course the wonderful lunch and morning tea they had there.

Katie had given the girls each a Bitty Twin when they were only three and our girls slept with them every night. Katie would often pick up new outfits for the Bitty Twins, and bring them home on weekend visits, since moving to Chicago five years ago. By now, each of the girls owned at least a dozen different outfits for the dolls alone. Last Christmas Katie got them matching Merry and Bright outfits, for the dolls and for them. Kenzie and Kenna love Katie; they really enjoy spending time with her. Katie will make a wonderful pediatrician when she is all done with medical school.

My Mom and Dad decided that they would be the gift givers this trip, each of our girls, as well as Karla, were given $500 gift cards for the shopping spree at American Girl. My parents are meeting us in Chicago in two days, from there Maggie, Jason, my parents, Katie and all the kids are going to go to Great America in St. Louis for two days. My parents are bringing the kids back home after that. Bella and I have plans for those two days. I cannot wait to kneel at the feet of my Mistress, the anticipation of the plans she has made, have me craving the feel of the wood floor beneath my knees.

Getting out of the shower, I check over my body closely making sure that all stray hairs are gone. I dry off my body and read through my written instructions again.

Write your thoughts on this morning in the journal - check

Nap until five – check

Place journal in slot of my bedroom door - check

Change sheets on bed in playroom – check

Set out red feeldoe – check

Set out lube – check

Put out black cotton restraint ropes – check

Thick leather ankle and wrist cuffs, with D rings – check

Move the new bench to center of playroom floor, placing foot of bench four feet from floor rings – check

Remove butt plug – check

Enema – check

Shower – check

Insert large butt plug on counter – check

Shave – check

Kneeling in playroom at 7:00 p.m. awaiting my full inspection – Well, I am on my way now, even though I have twenty minutes.

My submissive quarters are right off the secluded hallway that leads only to my Mistress's playroom, our bedroom, and a secured panel locked door to the upstairs hallway. When the kids are home, the only entrance we use is through our bedroom. Since the kids are gone for the next two days total, the bedroom door is not mine to use, I have to use the hallway entrance. My Mistress makes sure I knew I was collared, before we left Chicago this morning. The ride home was a pleasure and pain filled mixture of an erotic nature for me. Thinking back to the morning after we had breakfast with the kids, brings a smile to my face.

Kissing the kids all and sending them off to St. Louis in our car, after stowing the majority of our bags into the trunk of my parent's car.

"Meet me back in the room, kneeling naked in ten minutes at the foot of the bed. We have unfinished business before we leave, mo daor."

I hurried back to the room, and stripped my clothes off as quickly as I could. Kneeling by the foot of the bed we had slept in the past three nights, I can feel the throbbing of anticipation coursing through my veins.

I hear the soft sound of her feet as she walks across the plush carpet of the hotel room floor.

"Very nice, mo daor, you always make me so proud of you. Your Mistress has missed you, and cannot wait to bring to you a fun filled three days of pain and pleasure. I have missed fucking that tight ass of yours, and I promise you that I will be fucking it a lot in the next few days. Does that turn you on, mo daor?"

I don't answer verbally, because she has not yet allowed me to speak. Long ago, we changed our rules that as long as I knew that I was being collared at a certain time, once I was kneeling waiting for her, I was to consider myself collared at that point and time. We only use actual collars in the playroom, or when we attend functions within the lifestyle. With the children, it sometimes can be a challenge to get our time in.

"I see you still know your place; I see that being out of the playroom for the past month has not caused you to forget any of my rules. You may answer my question, mo daor."

"Mistress, your submissive is very turned on," I answer.

"You may show me your appreciation."

I quickly lower my mouth and kiss the tops of her feet. I kiss until she reaches down and grabs my hair and pulls my head up.

"Look at me, slut."

I raise my eyes and I can see the desire pooling in her eyes.

"On the bed now, I am going to use my hard cock to my liking and when I am done, I have some special toys for my cock and tight ass, so I can tease them all the way home."

I move to the bed, and as soon as I am on my back, she is straddling my waist and slamming her tight wetness down my shaft. I have the overwhelming urge to moan out, but remain silent, knowing that if she wants to hear me, she will tell me so. It has been so long since I have had my Mistress use me this way. Our vanilla sex life is fantastic and we both are always satisfied. I can assure anyone that age has no matter in a healthy steady sexual life. I can feel the tightening on my stomach and my balls are already snug and ready to blow. I love watching her tight pussy moving up and down on me, as she uses her submissive to meet her needs.

"What is your color?" She asks, almost moaning part of the question.

"Green, Mistress, very green," I say.

"I want you to cum with me, mo daor. This will be a fast turn, I am almost there," she pants out.

I can feel her walls tightening more around me, as she starts moving faster.

"NOW," she screams out. "Cum, now."

My body always wants to do her calling and without even trying to think about it, my body responds and I feel the warm ribbons of my cum shoot out the tip of my cock buried deep into her warmth, as her juices pool around the base of my cock. After she is breathing more normally, she moves to lie beside me.

"Lick me clean, mo daor. Eat my submissive's cum out of my drenched pussy," she orders.

I move between her legs and while licking her clean, I bring her to orgasm three more times. Once she is fully sated and has ordered me to stop, I move back so that I am kneeling in front of her on the bed.

"That is a fine position, mo daor, but you might want to will away that," she says pointing at my fully hard cock. "Go use the restroom, empty your bladder and bowels if you need to. I want you back in this position as soon as you're done, with a soft cock. Make sure you're completely ready to be plugged and restrained for the next few hours," she says.

I quickly move to the bathroom and quickly use the restroom, and wash my hands. I move back to the bed, and kneel back into position where I was.

"Stay where you are, I will be right back."

I don't move, and wait for her return, as I kneel here willing the hard-on to not come back. I clear my mind, and focus on only the need to keep my cock flaccid. Minutes later my Mistress returns and she is setting a towel on the bed and placing items on the towel. I don't pay attention to the things she has, but I can see the movement of her hands in my peripheral vision. After a few more minutes, my now softened cock is to her liking and she picks up a warm wash cloth and cleans my cock off. She then wipes off my balls, giving them a little squeeze to help temper the hardening of my cock again. Moving on she washes my entire groin and reaches under making sure all of me is clean.

Once the wash cloth is out of her hand, I hear the sounds of metal clasps, but I keep my eyes directed at the bed.

"I want you to look at this," she tells me, holding up a steel and leather strap contraption. "This is a cock cage; it is one of my new toys to use on you. This cock cage is a very confining chastity device. It will limit your erection and completely prevent your orgasm. You're going to wear it for the next twenty-four hours. What is your color?"

"Green, Mistress," I say, and for the first time in ages, I find myself unsure if I will be able to please my Mistress.

"You sound as if you may be a little unsure, mo daor, tell me what your concern is?"

"Mistress, your submissive is a little worried that he may let you down. The last thing that your submissive wishes to do is to disappoint you."

"Do you still submit to me your whole being, and entrust in me to fulfill your needs, and know what is best for you?"

"Of course, Mistress, this submissive is completely and fully, yours. This submissive belongs only to you, and trusts only you to care for and meet his every need."

"Very well," she says.

She picks up the cock cage and slides the metal rings connected by the leather straps onto my cock. Once the tip of my cock is in the flared area where it is supposed to sit, the last leather strap is wrapped around my nut sac. Once she has it tightened, so it is snug and will not chafe me, she attaches the small padlock to the right side of the base strap.

"Color?"

"Your submissive is green, Mistress."

"Good to know, now hands on the bed and face this way resting your cheek against the bed. Be sure to put that fine ass in the air, I am not quite done with you, yet."

Now resting on my knees and hands in the middle of the bed, I am waiting to see what is coming next. I know that the next twenty-four hours will be a true test of my submission to my Mistress. I feel the wetness of her lubed fingers on my puckered hole. I am no stranger to my Mistress fucking my ass, and I love the feel of her touching me there. I feel her fingers pushing the lube into my ass; using three fingers she is stretching me quite well. I know that my limits are really going to be tested now; I feel the familiar touch of the heaviest butt plug my mistress has at my entrance.

"Deep breath, mo daor," she says.

I take a deep breath, as she sinks the large plug deep inside of me. I feel her strap the leather belted harness around my hips, and I can feel the ache in my cock that is trying it's best to make itself known. The restrictive cage pinches into my skin, and I slow my breathing to help myself calm down as the strap moves into place to hold the plug deep into me.

"Color?" She asks, after the belt is buckled and tightened into place.

"Green, Mistress, very green."

"Good, mo daor, I am placing one more thing into the harness, and then you can get dressed."

I feel the pressure release from the base of the plug as she loosens the harness strap, and I feel the disk snap into place on the plugs base. At the sound of the snap, I know she is putting the vibration attachment into the base. Once she has it secure, and quickly tests the vibrator, I feel the strap cover the base again and feel the snugness against the base, as she checks it for a snug fit.

"Okay, move to the side of the bed, and have a seat. I need to make sure that you're comfortable, it is a long ride home."

I move to the side and step off, standing next to the bed, and I slowly move to sit on the edge of the bed. It is not uncomfortable, but I feel the fullness and the heaviness of the plug. The tightness and constriction of the cage is uncomfortable, but it is an issue I will readily deal with. Because the plug is very arousing, I know this will not be an easy task, but I can manage. I know that my Mistress will be pleased with me, and when she is pleased, she rewards me well. I know that she is giving me the time I need to acclimate myself to the feel of the equipment.

"What is your color, mo daor?"

"Green, Mistress. Your submissive is green, and thanks you."

"Don't go thanking me yet, mo daor. I intend on pushing you very hard over the next twenty-four hours. It is 10:00 a.m. now; I will remove the cage at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow. Every fifteen minutes on the way home, you will have to endure five minutes of the deep seated vibrations into your prostate. If you need to use your safe words, please do so. Other than your safe words, you are not to make a sound. Do you have any questions?"

I shake my head no, and she pats my head.

"Good, I can't wait until we get home, my little cock slut. You are going to really love it when that tight ass is being fucked hard later, while you fuck me with my other new toys I have in my playroom. You can think about that while you get dressed, it is time we leave."

I get dressed, as I watch her pick up and pack the small case she has the toys in. Once we are ready to go, I carry her bag and walk behind her slightly to her right. We check out and settle the billing for the rooms we used during our stay, as the car is brought up by the valet.

I am here kneeling in the playroom, awaiting my Mistress. Clearing my head, I hear the clicking of her shoes as she walks across the floor to stand in front of me.

"Very nice, slut, you have listened very well. I am so proud of you, for being such a good cock slut for me. You may answer direct questions, for now. What is your color?"

"Green, Mistress."

"Very well, you have passed inspection, you did well following the orders you were given earlier, and I see everything is right where I asked you to place it. Get up and follow me. It is time for me to show you the rest of my surprises."

As she moves to the bench, she runs her hand along the sculptured leather top of the bench.

"I love the feel of this soft leather; this bench is so nice, wait until you see what all it can do. I cannot wait until I have you strapped to this table tonight. Stand here at the bottom, facing the table."

I stand with my hands folded behind my back awaiting my Mistress's orders. I hear her as she moves over to the cabinets and continue to stare at the table. I hear the sounds of her placing things on the roller table she always uses. I have stocked a few things on the table for her, by request earlier, but it sounds as if she is adding to those items. I hear the wheels as they roll across the floor as she pushes the table over to where I am standing, awaiting her next direction.

"Spread your legs, so that they are at least another foot apart. The three foot spreader bar will need to be between your ankles. Place your hands on the foot ledges so that your head is just above the table top. I am going to attach all of the cuffs, do you have any questions?"

"No, Mistress."

"Very well, your color, slut?"

"Green, Mistress."

She bends first and belts the fur lined leather cuffs to each of my ankles, the cuffs are three inches in width, and have large D rings on the front, back and both sides. Then my Mistress moves to the foot ledges, and places the same cuffs on each wrist. Once she has the cuffs on and secure, she asks me again my color. After getting the affirmative answer that I am green, she moves to placing the spreader bar between my ankle cuffs. As she places the curved metal into the ring on the inside of the cuff on each side, she then secures the straps around the outside of the cuff and latches each side to the outside D ring on each ankle. The curved metal of the bar ends, and the straps stop the spreader bar from moving back and forth, or up and down. With my ankles now securely locked into this spread out stance, she moves to my wrists. Using the built in eye hooks, she secures each wrist to the foot risers on each table leg. Once she is happy that my hands and wrists cannot leave the table, she moves back to my feet. I can hear the metal of the floor eye hooks being attached to the back of the cuffs; this will prevent my feet from leaving the floor. I only have the ability to move my body, but I am limited in that capacity as well, since my wrists are restrained at this height.

"What is your color, slut?" She barks out at me.

"Green, Mistress, your submissive is green."

The ache in my cock is not pleasant, and I am internally talking down the threatening hard-on. I hear the swish through the air, seconds before I feel the sting of the crop across my ass cheek.

"Make sure that you pay complete attention, slut. You will need all of your patience, and submissive skills to please me tonight. I am placing this buzzer in your right hand, if you need to yellow, press it once and let go, if you need to red, you will press it and leave it pressed. Do you understand?" She asks as she places the buzzer in my hand.

"Yes, Mistress," I say.

"Fine, I need to check this, so show me what you do if you need to yellow," she orders.

I press the buzzer button and a shriek emits out of the overhead sound system, I release the button right away, and the sound stops.

"Now, show me red," she demands.

I press in and hold the button, until she removes my finger from the button manually, the entire time the button is pressed the shriek is making itself known.

"Very good, slut. I have a training collar I am placing on your neck; we are using it because it is the safest for my plans tonight."

As she buckles it into place, I can feel the tightening in my groin. This collar always turns me on, it is the thick one, fur lined that she uses to completely immobilize my head movement. The large D ring on the front already has a thick chain hanging down from it that she clicks into the eye hook on the ledge under the padded bench top. I feel a cool metal of a pipe run along the inside of my thigh, and I hear the sound of it clicking into place on the foot of the table.

"There is a metal bar attached to the table now, and it is running between your legs, it will not touch you. Now, hold still while I remove the plug."

As she removes the large bulb shaped plug from my ass, I cannot help but let a slight moan slip out. I can feel the smile on her face, even though I can't see it. I know that the small sounds please my Mistress, it is one thing I have learned over the years of being her submissive. I hear her moving things around, and I can hear the clicks of more metal behind me.

"What is your color, slut?"

"Green, Mistress," I say, fighting my arousal.

"Very good, I think I have everything all lined up and I am ready to try out my newest toy on you. Deep breath in slut, so I can give you my new cock."

I feel the dildo slide into my puckered hole, it is nowhere near as large as the plug she just removed, but it has a nice curved feel to it, and makes it hit the right spot.

"Is that too deep, is it causing any pain?"

"No, Mistress, it is perfect," I pant out.

With the dildo still in my ass, I hear the clicking of metal sounds again behind me. Then I feel the dildo move out of my anus, and push back into where it was just resting. My Mistress is fucking my ass with a dildo and it feels really amazing. The next thing I know, my Mistress is standing right in front of my line of vision and yet I am still being fucked in the ass. The look of shock makes her smile and let out a small chuckle, as she waves a small remote in my face.

"Is this a fast enough speed for you, my little cock slut, or should I turn it up?"

I don't have time to answer before I feel the speed of the dildo increase as it moves in and out of my anus. The feeling is quite pleasurable. The angle is perfect, and the speed is not too fast, and the thrusts are not too hard.

"Does that feel good, my little cock slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," I grunt out.

The pleasure rippling through my body is like an electrical current, and the pain from the restriction of my cock in the cage is just enough to keep me paying attention. The dildo continues to fuck my ass as my Mistress smiles at me, watching the different emotions cross my face, knowing when I need her to slow the movement of the dildo. I feel my ability to keep my erection under control slipping and I click the button and release. The shriek makes a brief sound, and the dildo in my ass comes to an immediate stop. My Mistress moves to me and looks in my eyes, strokes her hand down my shoulder and walks to the table. When she returns she has a bottle of cool water, that she uncaps and holds to my lips, after several deep swallows, she pulls the bottle back.

"Color?"

"Yellow, Mistress, verging close to red. I am sorry, Mistress," I say, as if I have deeply disappointed my Mistress tonight.

"Deep breath, mo milis. I am removing everything and getting you a seat. Remain still and I will have you released in a moment."

She quickly removes the dildo, and I hear the clicks as the metal bar is removed from the bench. I feel her fingers making quick work on the buckles on my ankle cuffs, and I feel the chain on my neck collar go free. The wrist cuffs are unbuckled next, and I hear the office chair, from the role play desk we have wheeled close to me.

"I want you to sit, right where you are," she orders me.

I feel her hands guide me into my chair and as soon as I am sitting, she hands me another bottle of water.

"Drink this, slowly."

I feel the chair move back, and I am able to move my legs closer together. She stops the chair and checks me over, rubbing down all the places she can reach. I drink the water, and I see the pure love in her eyes, as she takes in all the parts of my body. I know that no other Mistress or woman could fill her place in my life; she is the only one for me. I smile at her, as she looks at me.

"We are done with the scene tonight, I want to talk. Do your legs feel okay and are you okay enough to walk to the bed?"

"Yes, Mistress," I say.

I get up and follow her across the room, to the bed.

"Sit, mo milis," she says.

She moves behind me and starts rubbing my back.

"Edward, you are un-collared, please feel free to answer openly, without restriction of the collar, but remain respectful. Was it the anal sex, or the being restricted, or is it the cage that sent you over the edge?"

"I think that the combination of them all caused an overload to my senses. I normally have the ability to control my erection and I feel that my stamina has always been pretty good. I am not entirely sure. I am sorry that I disappointed you."

"You could never truly disappoint me, you have to know that. There is never another for me, now, nor before we met. You have always and will always complete me. I love you, my sweet husband and sexy submissive. You were a sub search, turned into the full package."

"I love you too, like I have loved no other," I say.

"Good, let's remove this, and let's go to our bed. I will collar you in the morning, but right now, I need to give the man I love the most some much needed love and attention."

She moves in front of me and removes the pad lock, as soon as the strap is removed from behind my balls, cum oozes from the tip of my cock.

"I think this is the first and last time we will play with this toy," she says, as she slides the offending object from my cock.

After we work together to clean the playroom, we make our way to our bedroom and bathe together in the large jet tub. After working out all the kinks and cleaning each other, we make our way to our bed. Lying down together, I pull her body close to mine. I whisper words of love and affection into her ear as we drift off to sleep together.

A/N:

VERY IMPORTANT UPCOMING STORY INFORMATION BELOW!

I have two things going on in the very near future. I am currently helping weekitty write a wonderful story, that she started called A Year Of Hell. It starts out a little rough, but it is truly worth the read. The entire story outlay and plan is weekitty's, I just take her words and shape them and add needed bits and pieces to make them flow a little better. So watch out for that story, because it is truly one that is worth the read.

I am also going to be starting a story with jess2002. At this time, neither Jess, nor I have a title for the story. A rough summary of the story is: Professor of music at Peninsula University, Edward Cullen is a confirmed bachelor, who only lets a few people know the real him. He is a true friend, and a great looking guy, but he doesn't really put himself out there. He has a closet affection for his ink, and spends a lot of time with his best friend at his tattoo shop. At just slightly over 25 years of age, Edward keeps more to himself than around others. Weird things begin to happen, and soon it becomes clear that Edward has gained the attraction of someone who is unstable. With the odd notes, and red lipstick kisses, and the overall intrusion into his personal space, and life, Edward's sister demands he call the police. Enter into the picture, the newest detective to the Port Angeles police department, Bella Swan. As things get out of control, things start to spark between this detective and the person she is trying to protect. Can Bella stop this stalker, and who is it that has their sights set on this recluse music professor?

Yeah, I know…another stalker story? YEP, I guess I like stalker stories! Much like my first stalker story, the identity of the stalker is not going to be released for quite some time. Our first chapter will not post for a few weeks yet, as we both have an overload of projects already on the burners. The first full chapter will mainly give you a really good feel of the main characters, and it may even lead to some hints at who Edward's stalker is. We do still need a title for the story, we have narrowed the selection down to three choices, please go to my profile or Jess's fanfiction Facebook page and vote for your choice.

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I got help writing the wedding vows, using several search results off of this website: www . weddingyellowpages . net / articles / wedding_vows_collection . php#CROMWV (like in all cases remove all the spaces.) Nothing was taken word for word and no authors of said vows were given by name.

The Piano version of: Wedding Dress by Taeyang, I found on YOUTUBE and this is a link…So beautiful. http : / www . YouTube . com / watch ?v= T5YiA8S7mDk (like in all cases remove all the spaces.)

I want to say a special thank you to Krazi, for saying she wanted to see how the weekend in Chicago went with Katie, as well as a peek at the wedding, and if they have children. I really ran with the Weekend away at American Girl in Chicago with the now grown up Katie and Bella and Edward's children, and made sure to share a memory of the special time that Katie had with her Aunt Bella. Thanks for being one of my biggest cheerleaders along the road of this story, Krazi…You really rock. Please everyone check out Krazi's story: For The Love Of Domination…It is way hot, let me tell you that!

Now I was informed that both my stories, as well as the story I am currently helping to write were nominated for awards in the Tomato Soup Awards. Voting started on September 6th, and there are a BUNCH of wonderful stories nominated. Please take the time to go to the website and check out the nominations, and place your votes. Here is the web address: http : / thetomatosoupaward . blogspot . com / Remove the spaces and please by all means, even if you don't vote for me, vote for someone, these awards are geared for the writers, like me, who do not seem to garner the attention and reviews their stories deserve. Best of luck to all of the nominated people.

Last but not least in any way, shape, or form: A huge thank you to all of the followers, who reviewed each chapter, waited patiently for me to be able to post, when I had writers block, and for taking the time out of your day to read the blathering that I am typing out. You all mean so much to me, please do not ever doubt that even a smiley face for a review makes my day, because you took the time to leave it for me. Also another special thank you to my wonderful friend and Beta Amber, who feels crappy for the lateness of this posting, because she was ill. I said that I felt it was good enough to be worth the wait, and I hope that you all agree. Thanks again to all my loyal fans and readers.

THANK YOU!

Peace, Kasi~