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The Branding
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The Branding
You have me come over to your house one night. As
I enter through the door, you come across the room and wrap
your arms around me, giving me a long ardorous kiss. "It's
good to see you," you say. You drop to your knees and begin
kissing my feet. You stay there until I give you permission
to rise.
In my hand I hold a bag, containing the "toys" that we like
to play with. I have told you that I have a small surprise
for you. I have been working on this surprise for you for a
long time. For two days I wore a pair of pink nylon panties
with a cotton crotch. Before putting the panties on I
sprayed some of my favorite perfume on them. When finished
wearing them, I placed them in a plastic baggy so as not to
lose the scent.
I tell you to go into the bedroom and strip down to nothing,
you quickly obey. I return to my car and retrieve a 3 foot
spreader bar from the trunk. Entering the bedroom I see you
standing there, naked, perhaps a little apprehensive. You
look at the spreader bar in my hand. Your eyes widen with
surprise. I smile and tell you that you will be in for
something we have never yet done.
Glancing down I notice that you have a hard-on. My smile
widens to an almost grin. To myself I am thinking, "you won't
have that much longer, honey!" I hand you the spreader bar
and tell you to attach it to your ankles. You reach for the
bar and I hold on to it just a little longer than you
anticipate. You look at me with a question in your eyes.
But all you get from me is a smile. You take the locks and
place the leather ankle cuffs around your ankles, attaching
them to the spreader bar.
Standing up you look at me waiting for your next command. I
take out the leather collar and hand it to you telling you to
now lock that in place. Then I reach in and get out the
leather wrist cuffs. Placing your hands behind your back, I
lock them on your wrists. Taking out a leather leash I
attach a loop from the collar running down through the loops
on the wrist cuffs. You are forced to stand in the hall way
with the collar chained to an eye bolt in the crawl hole. It
is tightly attached so you must stand quiet and erect to
avoid being chocked by the collar. Reaching into the bag I
pull out the little baggy with the panties in it. I take the
panties out of the bag. Having been in there for a time, the
aroma of pussy juices and slight urine mixed with perfume is
intoxicating. I kiss you full on the mouth my tongue
reaching, and probing deep into your mouth. Gently I place
the panties over the top of your head. Placing the "used"
crotch over your nose. You breathe in deeply,
taking in the aroma of the juices and perfume. Your penis is
now at it's hardest possible. You cannot see around the
panties, being used as a blindfold. I reach down and run my
fingers around your penis and balls. I feel you quiver under
my soft caressing touch. Running my fingers up the
shaft of your penis, I play with the head, running my fingers
around the brim. A tiny droplet has escaped the opening of
your penis. I take this and run it around the head of your
penis. It feels so sensuous and good to you. I next attach
the nipples clamps tightly to each of your nipples and inform
you that I am going to do new things to you and that there is
nothing you can do to prevent it. You are helpless and
completely under my control.
Suddenly you feel something warm being poured over your
balls and your penis. With the panties over your face and the
smell of my juices flowing through your nostrils, you are not
able to make out what this liquid might be. I take hold of
your balls and hold them straight up. You feel a cold hard
steel-like object being run up one side of your balls.
Instantly your hard-on is gone. You mumble something from
underneath the panties. You realize that I am about to shave
you! Muttering objections you try to move away but the tight
chain attaching the collar to the eye bolt in the ceiling
hold you tightly in place. Realizing that you are totally
helpless, and choking from the pull of the collar you remain
motionless and again protest what I am about to do. I let
your balls drop and reach up over your head, removing the
panties, I ball them up and stuff them in your mouth. You
can no longer talk or protest. Once again I raise your balls
and begin shaving them. Slowly I shave off all the hair on
your balls and then proceed to shave around your penis.
Thoughts are going through your mind, wondering if I am going
to harm you by cutting you. Successfully completing the
shaving, without cutting you, I move back to admire my work
and look at your hairless genitals.
I tell you that I have gotten a special toy made at the
Pleasure Palace. It is an item made in the form of my
initials. It is a form of branding iron that I will heat over
the stove and brand you where I have just removed your pubic
hair. I delight in watching your shock at hearing what I have
planned for you. There is no turning back as you are
completely helpless to protest in any way. I detail the
complete procedure enjoying the fear and panic that you are
experiencing. I will first apply ice and then a local
anesthetic to dull the pain. This brand is made of my
initials about 1/2 inch in height. You are unable to do
anything to prevent me from continuing. I explain that the
hair will eventually grow back over the brand but that it
will be there forever. When you are to be punished for
serious infractions you will be reshaved so the brand can be
seen by to remind you of my dominance. The hair will be
allowed to grow over the brand covering it when you act in
such a way that it is obvious that you are aware of my
dominance. You will only be shaved when circumstances require
you be reminded of your submissiveness. I know there will be
pain but have no intent of stopping the branding. I get ice
and bring out the anesthetic. The brand is to be heated over
the burners of the stove. They were made at the Pleasure
Palace and the letters are backward so they will stamp out
correctly on their intended object. I apply ice to a spot
around the base of your penis... After 5 minutes of numbing
you I apply some of the anesthetic to the same spot. I then
attach the brand to a holder and heat it to a cherry red over
the stove. Your eyes are wide with fright and you try to
mumble some kind of objection to what is taking place. There
is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent the branding and
your struggles are only rewarded by the collar tightening
around your neck cutting off your air. I come back into the
hallway and re-apply the anesthetic to the same spot. Without
a further word I press the brand to your skin and hold it
there until it has cooled. You pull against the chains but
are forced to remain still to avoid choking. My panties
stuffed in your mouth muffles your cries of pain. I finally
remove the brand and apply a burn dressing to the spot of the
brand. You are left in the hall for a while longer until the
pain subsides...I make it clear to you that you are now mine,
branded by me as an animal for the rest of your life. You
are finally released and I give you the burn medicine and
tell you to apply in for a week to speed up the healing of
the wound. After a week the blisters will have gone and the
brand will be totally visible and totally permanent. As the
hair re-grows around your penis the brand will be covered
with only you and I knowing it is there. It will remain
covered unless, as you have been told, I find it necessary to
make it visible to remind you of my dominance.
I march you into the bathroom and turn on the shower. The
water is quite hot. I tell you to get in the shower and wash
yourself off as best you can. Standing in the shower, you
reach for the soap. It slips out of your hands and drops to
the floor. You bend down to pick up the soap. Washing
yourself is no easy task. Once completed, you rinse off and
step out of the shower. I take a towel and dry you off.
Once done, I tell you to go back in to the bedroom. You
immediately return to the bedroom and turn to face me. Once
again the spreader bar is put in place with the ankle cuffs.
Your hands are cuffed and locked to the collar around your
neck. Squatting down over your face, facing your balls, I
tell you that you must now lick and suck me until I cum. I
lower my mouth over your balls taking one at a time in my
mouth. The smooth feeling of soft shaven balls is delicious.
I run my tongue up and down the shaft of your penis. Once
again you get a hard-on like never before. All the time your
licking and sucking becomes more ferocious. You thrust your
tongue deep inside my pussy with every lick up the shaft of
your penis. I run my tongue around the base of your balls.
You have never felt anything so good. The soft feeling of my
tongue on your balls with no hair is almost more than you can
bare.
The smell and taste of my pussy excites you. The feel of my
tongue going around and around on your balls is tantalizing.
Your sucking on my pussy becomes harder and harder as my
mouth goes up and down your shaft faster and faster. You
reach for my tits, but the restraints on your wrists won't
let you. I maneuver myself so that you can reach a nipple
with your fingers. As you squeeze, you let out a loud groan,
the cum spilling into my mouth. At the same time you feel a
hot warm liquid spilling from my pussy. With one last final
suck, you fall limp on the bed.
In a week or so the brand has fully healed leaving two
perfectly formed 1/2" high letters that will be there
forever.
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