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she was gently led into another room where she was bathed and allowed to piss because her new Master did not want her pissing herself when she was receiving the ultimate mark of slavery. she had hoped that the blindfold would have been removed as it was now soaked with her tears, but she quickly realized that was not going to happen. Not only wasn't the blindfold removed, a bit gag was placed in her mouth. It was not put in roughly, and was adjusted with a gentle whisper saying that she should bite down on it while she was being branded as that would help.
she was then led to a medical table and made to climb up on it and stretch out As each of her limbs were bound into place and her hips raised, a soft hand wiped away a tear that was running down her cheek.
“Quiet now, it will be all right. The Master who bought you is an excellent Master. He will take good care of you. And you don't want to do anything that would reflect badly on either your former Master or your new Master. It will be all right.”
she nodded to try to say thank you for the person's compassion and words. And as the table started to move, she took a deep breath to try to compose herself. Just as she finally got her tears to stop, they started once again as she heard the auctioneer ask Master Dean to come forward and remove His collar from her neck.
Throughout the room not a sound could be heard except His footsteps as He walked toward the front of the room. As He stood over the bed, she could smell the scent of His cologne, she could hear the key turning in the lock and the lock snapping open and she thought she would die. she wished her heart would just stop beating because she didn't think she could bear the pain. As she felt the collar taken from her neck, she desperately wanted to say something, to scream out, “please don't” but right before she was going to, she heard her Master quietly say “Not a sound now cunt, you have been doing so well.” And even though He had sold her, she still couldn't make herself disobey Him. As He finished removing the collar He bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek before turning and walking away.
After the echoes of His footsteps faded, her muffled sobs were the only sound that could be heard until the auctioneer spoke once again. “If all of you good people will give us a few minutes, the branding will take place shortly followed by the slave receiving its new collar.”
Moments later, she felt her abdomen being swabbed with an alcohol wipe. From the top of the cunt tattoo of her slave ID to the bottom of the tattoo of her serving as a urinal, over and over until the entire area was thoroughly cleansed. she could hear people milling around, things being moved, feel her bonds being tightened so that she couldn't move an inch and she could feel a strong heat source being moved into position close to the head of the table. she knew that any moment the branding would begin and she was so glad that she had been allowed to piss, because she was so scared that she knew she would have pissed herself by now. Finally it seemed that everything the needed to be done was finished and quiet once again filled the room.
From behind her, she could hear footsteps and some one moving a branding iron around in a metal brazier. Just as she felt hands loosen the blindfold, she heard the salon owner's voice say, “your Owner wants to see your eyes as He marks you as His own.” At the same moment, she felt a hand move across her lower abdomen caressing her skin, causing her to suck in her belly. Again the salon owner spoke, “I will count to three and on the count of three, you will be marked with the highest mark a slave can bear for its Master.”
Trying not to tense, biting down on the rod in her mouth, she heard the salon owner counting, “One” then waiting for a couple of beats as the branding iron was removed from the brazier. “Two” as it was held over her stomach and she could feel the heat rising from it. “Three” as her blindfold was removed and her stomach was on fire with searing pain.
It felt like an eternity passed while the brand burned into her skin. Through the fog of pain, she heard a command to open her eyes. Opening her eyes, she saw the face of her Master smiling down at her, his face aglow with pride. Gulping down tears, her mind racing, trying to understand. The confusion in her mind driving out some of the pain.
Slowly lifting the branding iron, He held it up so she could see that He had marked her with 4 intertwining letters, an M, a D, an F and a P. “Now the world will know that you are now and for all time, My fuck pig, exactly the slave that I want, exactly the slave that I have always wanted. Never again are you to doubt that you are exactly how I want you to be. Never again should it matter what I allow others to say about you, because this experience, these markings should always remind you that I have trained you to be the perfect slave for Me, the one I want for all time.”
Though she didn't know how she still had tears to cry, she could feel the tears of joy streaming down her face, as He gently kissed each of her cheeks before turning to put the branding iron back in the brazier. As the salon owner gently removed the bit from her mouth, she also kissed her forehead and her cheeks before commenting to her Master how jealous she was of His possessing such an excellent slave.
After releasing her from the bonds that had held her in place, He took her hand and helped from the table. As she stepped down and dropped to her knees in front of Him, He saw the grimace of pain cross her face. Leaning down, He whispered, “I will bandage that for you shortly, but I wish to see My mark as I place My permanent collar around your neck.”
Tipping her head back, He placed a metal ring over her neck and fastened it together. Then taking a soldering iron, He soldered the clasp together so that it was now one solid ring. When He released her head, she quickly lowered her head so that she could kiss His feet, to thank Him for not selling her, to thank Him for making her His permanent possession. Then taking her hand once more, He lifted her up to her feet and turned her to face the audience so that all could see the mark that He had bestowed on her.
(That is the end of this story. I have been honored by your many wonderful comments and am so pleased that so many of you have liked this story of mine. Thank you again for taking the time to read it.)
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