Branded
by Slaveduties
So I finally got my Master’s permanent mark today. I think the worst part is that while being branded he decided not to tie me up. I was leashed to one of many O-rings connected to every wall and ceiling, but other than that I was physically free. Which meant while he stamped the fiery hot brand on my ass I couldn’t struggle or force on anything to dull the pain, I just had to stay motionless. It’s the first of many permanent manipulations of my body that Master has planned for me. I don’t really want them to be honest with you – I’ve always been scared of anything physically permanent. He says once he gets bored of me writing this blog he’ll even permanently attach my hands in a brutal reverse prayer position. Which I can stay in for days now – but if I’m in that position for a few months or years? Who knows if i do even ever get my arms back if I’ll be able to use them. It’s a scary but tantilizing thought.
This brand hurts like a bitch by the way.
Did you want to be branded. Or did you Master tell you that you were going to be branded and you had no choice?
I didn’t really want it. But at the same time part of me did. I’m sure I could have convinced him not to brand me, but a part of me took pleasure of having his mark on me permanently. He is a part of me and it just seemed fitting that I carry the mark of being his property because I really am, body and soul his.
These posts are too old for me to think there’s much going on here! But…My Master has been dead for five years but I still have his brand on me, thank goodness! He decided to brand his initials on me with a hot knife and I enjoyed every moment of it. I was very proud of this sign that I was owned. If I get another Master I hope he’ll want to brand me, too, but I also hope he won’t cover my first Master’s initials out of respect.
I hope he never gets tired of this blog. By allowing you to continue, he’s been inadvertantly (or indirectly) letting you give pointers and examples for other Masters like me.