3 comments/ 58174 views/ 8 favorites The Branding By: MJs babe Cocooned in the easy comfort of her obedience, she bathes herself. Her movements are slow and practiced, almost languid, never betraying the turmoil within her, almost overwhelming her. Her small hands tremble slightly, roaming over her full, soft body, giving her pleasure in the familiar routine of cleansing her skin for Him. The scented water steams up around her, but the aromatic vapors do little to soothe her anxious thoughts. She leans back in the large tub, letting the water close in over her, settling down, hot little waves lapping her chin, her deep hazel eyes mirroring her fevered imaginings. Closing her eyes, she hears His voice echoing in her head. "Tomorrow, pet, will be a special day." She can still feel His hand stroking her, strong fingers caressing her soft blonde locks as she purred with pleasure, His words only barely registering as she delighted in His touch. "Mmmmmm…why is that, Master?" Her eyes widened slightly as she felt His hand tighten in her hair, pulling her head up, her gaze meeting His, His eyes serious and dark, His voice soft, almost whispered. "Tomorrow I shall bestow on you something very precious, very special." Her eyes widened even more as He pulled her to her knees, His grip in her hair tight. "Tomorrow you shall wear My brand, little one," He said, as His finger traced down her soft belly to her lightly furred nest, pressing gently into her thigh, directly below her velveteen slit, "here." She can remember, clearly, how that hot little ball of excitement and dread had formed instantly in her belly, her own excitement and fear making it burn hot and hungry, warming her sex, swelling its soft petals. Closing her eyes, almost completely submerged, she relives the emotions, the feelings; knowing that in a few short hours she will be marked, for eternity, as His. The water betrays her with its ripples as she quivers in the steaming tub. Almost without conscious thought her fingers roam down her belly and graze across her clit, the tiny bud swollen and throbbing. Arching up in the water, she plunges her fingers into her tight cunt, her palm rubbing on her clit, climaxing with fierce power and speed. She utters a soft little sob of emotion as she struggles for control...and fails. Panting, the climax waning, she rises from the tub. The water sluices off her succulent body as she reaches for the plush towel, rubbing first her full mane of hair then her body, scrubbing vigorously, warming her chilled skin. Hanging the towel on the wooden bar, she pads from the bathroom and enters His chambers. Sitting on the small, padded bench, she looks over her vanity table. Adorned with only a mahogany hairbrush and a few precious perfumes (rarely used, as He prefers her own scent over the artificial scent of the perfume), she picks up the brush from the vanity's surface; it's back smooth and shiny from prolonged use on her disobedient bottom. She quivers gently as she holds it in her hand, memories flooding her of lessons and dark pleasures. Closing her eyes she pulls the bristles deeply and firmly through her hair, brushing the tresses to a deep, golden gloss. She gazes at herself in the mirror, her hazel eyes looking over her soft curves of her face, the delicate arch of her eyebrows. Her fingers raise and rest on the slope of her shoulder, the skin a soft porcelain white. The slender digits trail downward to her breasts, full and round, tipped with rosy areoles and capped with firm thick nipples, one little bud adorned with a tiny gold ring. Her breasts rise and fall delicately, her mind racing with thoughts of the day. Raising a small hand to her collar, she caresses it absently, loving the feel of the supple leather against her slender fingers. Still naked, she rises from the vanity bench and moves gracefully to His chair, noticing a note placed upon it, her name written in His strong hand. "My slave," her Master had written, "Upon readying yourself for Me you are to go down to the main room and wait for Me to arrive. You are to kneel by the fireplace, speaking to no O/one. You are to meditate upon what is about to be done and what it means. You are to meditate upon your submission and commitment to me. When I arrive you will show your devotion to me, all in silence." The note finished with "Your Master loves you, slave." She reads the letter over again, three then four times, her body quivering in anticipation and anxious excitement. She folds the paper carefully and rises, placing the letter on the table by His chair before walking to the door, slipping through the portal quietly, gracefully, to follow her Master's commands. She makes her way silently down the long, curved staircase, her expression attentive and anxious. Sitting alone in the large main room was a man she has never seen before. She offers him only a shy glance before easing gracefully to her knees on a cushion by the fireplace, her eyes lowering in supplication. She remains in this position for a long while, her mind going over His words and the emotions evoked by them. She has no idea how long she has been kneeling in thought before she feels the stranger's gaze upon her, studying her. She doesn't turn; she doesn't acknowledge him, but she does raise her eyes slightly and sees, glinting in the firelight, a number of silver rods laid side-by-side on the raised hearth of the fireplace. Her eyes widen slightly in acknowledgment and recognition, seeing the rods for what they are – forged branding irons, each one ending in a sleek, slim piece of metal custom made to create a brand – her Master's brand - the brand of a slave. She rises up slightly on her knees, peering at the metal rods, her body quivering noticeably. Hearing a low, deep chuckle behind her, a hot rush of embarrassment courses through her, warming her cheeks to a soft pink and causing her to lower her eyes and body once more. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the wild quiver of her body and the whirl of emotions in her head, struggling to calm them before her Master should arrive. She whimpers softly, the sound a surprise to her as she utters it. It seems as if hours have passed before she hears a series of footfalls on the stairs. A wild quiver of joy and excitement courses through her as she hears her Master's voice, official in tone as He addresses the room's other occupant, greeting Him in a warm, yet business-like, manner. Standing, she quickly moves to where He stands, kneeling before Him quietly, her eyes lowered and shy, her thighs parted widely, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, her head held high and proud. Her sweet sex glistens slightly, her state of excitement betrayed. She shudders gently as He reaches down and caresses her hair, curling His hand to a fist and pulling her close to His legs as He sits in a large leather chair. She swallows a soft gasp when He tugs her close; she nestles against His legs, purring softly with joy. Reaching down, He attaches her leash to her collar, holding it easily in one hand as He absently caresses her with the other. Listening, she comes to understand that this other is the professional brander, hired by Master to forge the brand of His choice and to help Him to mark His slave properly. She listens as They converse about the procedure, the brander instructing her Master on the fine points of branding and after-branding care; how the strikes of the brand should be placed and for how long. She swallows thickly, wondering if They can hear the wild beating of her heart. Finally, He addresses her. "All right, My little slave. It's time. Stand, girl." Obediently, she raises, her legs trembling gently, her belly tight with anxious excitement. Her Master stands before her, darkly resplendent in black leather, His boots shining and polished, His gloves tight on His large, beautiful hands; He towers over her, making her quiver even more by His very closeness, her heart pounding in her chest, her lips parted slightly. Lead to the St. Andrews cross, she walked slowly behind Him, obediently following. "Stand against the cross, sasha." Again, she obeys; pressing her body to the smooth, cool wood with a gentle whimper, watching Him as He lowers to one knee to shackle her right leg to the cross. His hand caresses her inner thigh and warm, damp sex leisurely as He rises, buckling her to the cross, her waist bound. The rest of her body He allows to remain unbound as He stands, gazing into her eyes. As He caresses her cheek gently she can detect her own musky scent mingling with the heady scent of leather. Her gaze is locked with His as He speaks, His voice soft and gentle. "What are you, sasha?" Whispered, soft, "sasha is a slave, Master." "To Whom does this slave belong?" "She belongs to You, Master." "Yes, slave. You belong to Me. In what way does this slave belong to Me?" Still, the tender caresses cover her body…cheek, throat, breast, and belly. Quivering, she answers, her voice wrought with emotion. "Master owns this slave's mind, body, heart and soul. Master owns all of this slave." His smile washes over her in a gentle, warm wave. "Yes, slave. And, today, I want to place upon this slave's body the ultimate mark of ownership. Does she understand this? And does she understand what it means?" She utters a tiny whimper of joy. "Yes, Master, this slave understands. She understands that Master's mark will be burnt onto her flesh. She understands that this will show to A/all that she is totally and completely His. She understands that she will forever belong to Him." His smile widens slightly, His eyes dark and shining. "Yes, slave. And how does this slave feel about this? Master gives her leave to speak freely." Tears fill her eyes, blinding her momentarily. She blinks quickly, a soft tear coursing down her cheek. "It is what she has dreamed of, Master. She begs Master to mark her…as His." She gazes up into His eyes, her own glistening and soft, flooded with emotion. He simply nods gently, bending to kiss her lips softly. He looks down, His eyes following His hand as it glides down her trembling body, stopping at her inner right thigh, where it lingers. Backing away from her, He looks again into her eyes before turning to the brander and nodding. The brander, silent and considerate of the ceremony before him, rises and walks to the fireplace, gripping and placing the first brand into the flames. "The irons need to be hot, but not red hot," the brander quietly instructs. "Hold the brand to the skin for a long moment, carefully placing it. There are seven irons in all. I'll give them to you, as you need them." He pauses for a moment. "Do you still wish to perform the branding yourself?" Her Master simply nods, once. The brander pulls the iron from the fire, handing it to her Master carefully. Seeing her deep hazel eyes widen in fear He speaks softly to her. "Do I need to bind your hands, girl?" She shakes her head quickly, slightly, reaching her arms up and out to grasp the hooks in the cross, her small fingers curling around them tightly, her breasts heaving deeply as she breathes, agitated. He smiles at her, whispering of His love for her, then lowers again to one knee, poising the brand close to her tender thigh, pressing it to her flesh. A flash of smoke and the acrid scent of burned flesh rise to her nostrils. She cries out, a soft plaintive sound. The pain, intense, dulls to a throb. He hands the branding iron to the brander, and takes in hand the second in the series. Intent, careful, He presses the second iron to her flesh, holding it there gently as it burns the next mark into her tender flesh. She cries out again, this time with a bit more dismay, the cry ending in a soft sob. Her mind, racing and chaotic, tries to reconcile the pain with the event. She finds herself dully surprised that there is no agony as she had anticipated – just the exquisite stab of pain followed by the dull throb. She pants deeply, tears coursing down her cheeks as He applies brand after brand, carefully forming the initials she has borne on her collar for years, "MJ". Her Master perseveres, not stopping until He has applied each gracefully formed iron to her delicate flesh, seemingly paying little heed to her cries and sobs. Consulting quietly with the brander, the slave's Master applies a soothing balm to the new brand, covering it with a gauze pad, His loving touch infinitely gentle. It is only then that He loosens her bonds, kissing the flesh all around the mark as He unshackles her leg, nuzzling and kissing her belly as He unbuckles the leather belt binding her slender waist. He lifts her carefully with His strong arms, speaking softly to her of her bravery and of His pride and love, His words a litany of tenderness. He carries her up the stairs, her head resting against His broad shoulder, her body weak and limp against Him, her arms wrapped around Him as she cries softly, whispering of love requited. The Branding Slowly coming to, eyes opening lazily I realize somehow and at sometime I have been bound. Twisting my wrists I can feel the leather cuffs snuggly holding my arms outstretched, the feel of flannel against the back of my entire body alerts me to the fact that I am obviously bound to the whipping wheel. Attempting to draw my legs towards my body, I groan softly as I find them also bound in leather cuffs. The sound of the clasps sounding with a crisp jingle as I twist and strain against my bonds, lifting my head slightly I see only the dim light from the burning candles placed around the room on various stands. Most of which illuminate the tools of pleasure and torture, groaning again my mind races to the previous hours wondering what I have done to invoke being placed upon the dreaded wheel. Hearing a slight noise, I turn my head slowly to the side and look at Your smiling face. The smile somewhat different than before chills race over my body as I whimper softly unsure as to speak or not. Watching You walk slowly towards me, my nipples harden instantly my body reacting to Your nearness. Trailing a finger over my jaw and across my dry lips, You look lovingly at me. Not speaking a word to me as You raise a glass of chilled water to my parched lips. “Drink my whore, it has been awhile since you have had anything to wet your throat.” Drinking greedily from the glass a small amount of water dribbles down my chin onto my chest. Closing my eyes against the cold water on my skin, Your soft chuckle draws my eyes back to Your face. Still wondering what I might have done to deserve being shackled to the wheel, I watch You slowly draw the glass from my lips and feel the wheel tilt slightly. Eyes searching Your face, I cringe as You slowly turn Your back on me. Finding my voice I ask softly what I have done. Receiving a stern look from over Your shoulder I lower my eyes to quietly wait for what is in store for me. Relaxing slightly against the table, I listen to the soft sounds of the room. Your footsteps retreating towards the door sends another chill across my naked form. Lying quietly tears spring to my eyes, my mind racing. I know had much to drink, and I did not serve Master well as I was much intoxicated by the time He brought me home. Still worrying over the subject the door opens quietly with Your return. Daring to open my eyes, I see that You are carrying a small package. “I have something for you my pet.” The huskiness of Your voice alerts me that this will not be exactly pleasant for me. Looking up into Your shadowed features my breathing becomes shallow as the realization sinks in. Quickly returning my gaze to the box, I moan softly as the Celtic brand is removed from the packaging. Closing my eyes, I slowly toss my head from side to side. Hands clenching into fists, “No Master, please.” My soft whisper might as well been a scream in the silent room. Your smile telling me that the plea has fallen on deaf ears. “You stated in the contract between U/us years ago, that this day would come. I have given you five years to adjust to My way. It is time slut, you will wear My brand and My ownership proudly.” Closing my eyes, I feel Your lips against mine kissing me gently then deepening into a hungry lust filled demand. Rubbing Your hands between my legs, Your fingers slip roughly into my wet cunt. Moaning into Your mouth, I squeal as Your fingers roughly ram into my pussy. Breaking the kiss You watch me pant from the unexpected abuse. “Did I say you could make any noise?” Gasping softly I feel Your fingers circling inside my cunt, shaking my head I bite back the moan building inside me. Your fingers continuing to stroke my insides, I count at least three moving inside me. Spreading my lips further with Your free hand I tense against the intrusion of another finger. Straining against my bonds I suddenly realize Your intent, squeezing my eyes shut I breathe deeply as I feel Your thumb slowly enter into my tight hole. “Moan slut, tell your Master how you feel.” Releasing the moan, I cry out shrilly as Your entire hand slips into my vagina. Panting with the pain, dazed eyes beseech mercy. Struggling against the bonds “This will give you something else to think about My whore.’ Feeling Your fingers slowly push against the walls of my vagina, I moan again as my body sheens with perspiration. my body writhes with the pain being inflicted on it. “Have you had enough slut? Do you dare utter the word?” Looking at Your face, mine contorts as a sneer crosses my mouth showing white teeth. Panting as Your fingers work against the muscles of my vagina, I mouth the word never. Smiling at my determination You spread Your fingers open inside me, arching against the demand I again gasp out. Tears sliding down my cheeks Your soft lips kiss the salty streaks from my face. “Had enough My pet?” Nodding my head I softly whisper O/our safe word. Slowly withdrawing Your fist from my body I nearly faint with relief, “Very well done precious.” Watching You move to the table next to my imprisonment, fresh tears spring to my eyes as the fire is lit and my brand is slowly heated. Watching the slow movement of Your wrist as the brand is turned into the fire to heat evenly. Cringing as You come to me, again I shake my head to plea against the branding. Smiling slightly, a soft clicking of Your tongue says that the plea is worthless. As Your cool hand rubs my right hip, I close my eyes. Smelling the alcohol prep before it touches my body, I jerk slightly at the touch of the cold cloth. Rubbing my lower hip with the prepared cloth, I listen as You toss the cloth to table. The sound of the metal being lifted from the table forces my body to tense. “Relax sweetheart, the pain will subside and you will truly be Mine.” Turning my head to the side, tears slip down my cheeks. Placing the heated metal against my flesh, You hold tight against my hip as I scream with the contact against my skin. Taking the brand from my hip, You quickly apply an iced cloth then soothing balm to the welting area. Gently placing a bandage across the quickly festering area, my sobs echoing in the silent room. Letting my head hang, I shiver with the cold and relief of being finished. Tilting the table completely back You slowly remove my bonds, releasing me from the table. Picking me gently up into Your arms from the table, I wrap my arms around Your neck sniffling. Laying me easily onto the bed I am pulled closely next to Your body, as You cover O/our bodies with the blankets I am tucked securely next to Your warm body. “My love, My life. Tis done my precious and never again will I demand such a sacrifice from you My pet.” Feeling Your strong arms around my body, I snuggle closely to You. Sighing in the embrace of Your soothing love, my tears being lovingly kissed into nothing by Your gentle mouth as my arm rests across Your bare chest. “Master, I am unworthy of such love.” The soft sound of Your clicking tongue gently chastises my words. “Nay little one, you honor me with a willingness to serve like none other.” Gently stroking my face, I feel Your lips press warmly against my brow. The lazy trail of Your fingers against my arm, brushing the side of my breast. I hear the softly whispered I love you little jewel, before fading into sleep. The Branding I looked over at you as you struggle valiantly against the ropes. Your hands were tied tightly to hooks that hung from the ceiling; your legs were spread in a rather scandalous position and tied to the hooks on the ground. What made this even more humiliating was the fact that your body was bent over a metal table, your glorious ass in the bare for my eyes to explore and rape. Beautiful. Of course, it does not help that we were in a barn, at midday, in the hot days of summer. I loved the heat personally...where I come from its hot all the time. I know what you are thinking precious. Hell. I am a demon from hell coming to torture you until you sell your soul. Long from it, I am a tropical woman from an island and a long line Catholics. Fancy that. However, back to you sweetie. I bet you are nervous...no...terrified of the position you are in. You can feel my eyes penetrating you. You are frightened yet so exhilarated, so turned on I can see your cock, mercilessly trapped in the gates of hell chastity device, hard as a rock and turning a shade of purple. Maybe that is from the constant denial and teasing. Maybe it is from the pleasurable pain you getting from having weighted ball clamps on your sacs of semen. Maybe it is from fear... I hope its fear. Standing up from my inspection chair, I walk over to my rack of various animal training devices and various toys to use. I know you are struggling to look at me, your voice silence by the penis gag I forced into your mouth earlier before stripping you of your pants and underwear. For some reason...I like seeing a man almost naked except for a nice loose, button ripped off shirt... I feel the area between my thighs moisten knowing how much you will suffer before you truly earn the worthiness to serve me. Yes, you have suffered before, but this is the test. Picking up a single tail whip, I uncoil it, smelling the strong scent of black leather. Looking back at your ass, I smirk and walk over, staying a good distance behind you. "This might hurt a little precious," I coo out, before lashing out the whip to you pale flesh. I can hear the muffled scream escape from your throat as you feel the stinging impact. I give you time to recover from the first hit before lashing out again, and again, and again, making sure to make the recovery periods in between hits less and less. I watch as you convulse and arch in pain, yeah your screams slowly turn into muffled, high-pitched moans. You are such a pain slut and that excites and entices me further. Coiling up the whip after fifteen lashes on your back, thighs, and ass, I put the whip away before pressing myself against you, licking up the blood from your back, smiling as your breaths come out hoarse and ragged and as you gasp feeling my tongue on your wounds. "Did you like that whore?" I whisper, watching you as you breathe hard and try to compose yourself. I stand up and look down at you, seeing sweat drip down from you pale locks, and wondering how I could hurt such a beautiful angel. I kneel down under the table to examine your cock. The head was a flamed in its trap, and I knew how much you wanted to burst, how much you wanted to cum. The cock cage even prevented precum and I smirked at the fact. Licking the head, I watched as you squirmed from just that simple touch. Getting up from under the table, I caress your cheek, licking it afterwards and nibbling on your ear, causing moans to escape your gagged mouth. Undoing the gag and thus freeing your mouth, I kiss you deeply, and then pull back with a grin, "Do you want to cum now, my darling? I think you earned it..." Your blue eyes gaze deeply into my and you nod eagerly, though through your words, I know you know your place, "If...if my Lady wills it..." I bite the tip of my thumb in excitement, "Very well then pet." A plan forming in my head, I quickly go into a storage unit and pull out a small table decorated with various implements for my plot. I saw you look over once, then turn away and gulp in beautiful terror. You are shaking, but you know better than to say no, do you? Picking out a double-ended dildo, I begin to undress until I am only in a black leather corset with my boots still on. I am surprised at seeing how aroused am I, seeing my inner thighs coated with my juices. Making a slight chuckle, I lean back and gasp as I press the slender end of the dildo into me, moaning loud enough so you can hear. When I am filled and satisfied at the length in me, I slip on the harness, and latch it nice firmly. With eight inches inside of me and eight inches poking out and ready to fuck you, I feel ultimately cruel and powerful. Picking up an O-ring and a tubular device, I walk back to you, "Open your mouth lover..." You seem to get the hint of what I wish to do to you as your eyes widen in realization and you shake your head valiantly, struggling even more to get free. My eyes narrow dangerously and I slap you hard, "Open. Your. Mouth!" You shake your head again, murmuring a desperate, "No..." Grabbing your hair tightly, I lurch your head back, your scalp threatening to give way. You cannot help but scream and in that second, I shove the O-ring into your mouth and latch it on tightly. I slap you repeatedly until my hands were throbbing, my anger apparent, "You stupid slut! I am going to make you cum...how DARE you try to oppose me!" Standing up and letting your hair go, I shove one end of the tube device had into your mouth, making sure the circumference was tight and firm fit for the O-ring gag. Kneeling down, I take off the cock cage and slip on the other end of the tube on to the head of your cock, making sure the settings of the tube is enough so that it does not slip off even has you go limp. Satisfied, I reach for a container of lubricant, covering the strap on with it and using my fingers to lube up your asshole as well, probing it and violating it with my hand. You shake your head back and forth, though thankfully I am behind so you cannot beg with your eyes. Though not even your precious, loving, and pleading gaze can't save you now. Lubing up the dildo, I make sure every inch of it is covered, licking my lips in anticipation for what has to come. My eyes close softly, taking a deep breath to control and stop myself from ramming into your ass so hard and painfully. I wish to savor this...so slowly...I ease into your ass, watching the opening pucker open as I forced myself in slowly. I feel you cringe, but not from pain, from humiliating pleasure so family to you, since I have raped you many times before. Feeling my cock at the hilt, I pull back, and slam hard into you, with malice and no mercy. I can hear you muffled scream as I continued to ram into your ass repeatedly, ravaging you, knowing that you were mine to use as I see fit. Between thrusts, I warn you dangerously to not cum until I tell you, but you knew that already, didn't you, my fucking whore. Feeling the other half of the dildo move back and forth inside of me as I fuck you, I moan, grasping your hips hard with my nails and breaking the skin, feeling the blood drip onto my nails and down your side. This only adds to my pleasure and adds pain into the humiliating torment of your ass and prostate. Oh god...do I know I am close to orgasm, close to releasing myself to the pleasure of raping and dominating you while fucking myself, but I want you to cum first, I want to climax watching you swallow you own cum helplessly. I reach one of my hands down to feel you cock, and yes, against you will; it is hard, pulsing, begging silently for release. A cock always knows what it wants. I thrust into you harder and faster, feeling myself closer to the edge. My eyes widen and I pull back, leaving only the head of the dildo into your ass. Before you can react, I nearly rip you open with the speed and savagery of that one more thrust, screaming, "Cum! CUM NOW!!!" I knew you were fighting it, yet subconsciously, your cock OBEYS me, streaming jets after jet of cum. I know that a good fucking makes you cum hard and long, so I'm not surprise as you try to suck in air from your scream of pain and pleasure, yet at the same time, sucking up the cum into your mouth. I climax hard as the first drops enter you mouth, slamming into in rapid succession as I feel the dildo end inside of me become coated with my juices, the same juices escaping from my pussy to the floor. I know you are helpless as the cum fills your mouth, I know you can't help but swallow it all. Yet you seem to keep cumming as if this act of sheer submission and humiliation gives you a second wave of pleasure. Pulling out of you and smiling as you asshole puckers close, I unlatch the harness and pull out the dildo from me, letting it hit the floor. Watching your cock go limp and flaccid, I immediately free it from it's prison. Pulling the dirty tube from you mouth and releasing you from the O gag, I kiss you immediately, leaving you breathless as I taste your cum in your mouth. "You completed your full initiation precious..." I murmur as I end the passionate kiss, caressing your sweating face and looking deep into your eyes lovingly. I can tell you are suffering, but there is pride in your gaze at surviving it all for me. Still caressing your gaze, I whisper, into your ear, "There is no turning back...you know all those sessions were just training classes into my world...you shall now receive you mark as mine and mine alone...are you ready precious...?" There is no hesitance, "I'm ready my Lady...I will suffer hell for you..." I kiss your forehead softly before slowly standing up above you, "You shall precious...but you shall be rewarded heaven for your transgressions." I undo your hands and legs from the robes, and you turn around, facing me, keeping your shaking body steady as I tie you wrist behind your back, jutting you pale chest forward. I lick you nipples softly, causing you to moan, until I pull away. I go over to the rack and take down a dagger, beautifully crafted with a dragon head and wings as it's hilt. The blade itself curves down to the a sharp point and the inscription bears my name. It was a gift from you to me, knowing my sadism. Slowly, I pull out light from another small storage compartment and I heat up the sharp point of the blade, still holding it steady until I am close to you. I want you to watch me as I heat it up until the point was red-orange hot. I know it will hurt you, but you are brave and from what just transpired, strong as well. Kneeling down, I kiss you again, my tongue dancing with yours as you purr into my mouth. Pulling back, I turn off the light and still holding you gaze, I command softly, "Look at me," before searing the blade into your skin. You bite your bottom lip to hold off you scream, you body convulsing, but your eyes don't leave mine. With expertise, I begin to brand you, burning your pale skin until I am down. Pulling the dagger away, I stand, and walking to where there is a bucket of water and put the blade of the dagger into it until it cools, then, with cold detachment, I pour the entire bucket of water unto you, causing you spasm from the pain of the cold water hitting the scalding wound. Kneeling back down in front of you, I can tell you are sobbing, the flesh of your bottom lip broken and bleeding from you trying so hard not to scream. You look up again into my eyes and you see the tears streaming down my cheeks. I untie your hands quickly and embrace you, wrapping my arms around you, softly whispering into your ear, "Thank you...you've proven your devotion to me completely..." You nuzzle your head against my neck and softly exclaim, "If you will it...I would prove it again."