FEBRUARY, 1987
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Finally the big day arrived: February the fourteenth.
All the arrangements had been made, even down to my official name change.
Judge Patti had provided me with the proper documents to sign, and after the ceremony I would henceforth be legally known far and wide (good joke that, as I’d never leave these grounds again) as Boy Teasel. The guy named Ben James was history, and good riddance. As for the ceremony itself, ours would be a private and exclusive affair held – where else – in the Domination Room.
Cases of Dom Perignon on ice awaited the reception afterward, as well as a lavish buffet that I had helped Mistress to set up. Caviar, shrimp cocktail, Alaskan king crab legs, a sliced beef roast as rare and soft as butter plus all kinds of other top-quality food await
