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 Branded

   MF/BDSM



   She smiled in anticipation as she stepped from the shower, the water
glistening on her skin, not a mark to be seen on her smooth unblemished
body, but soon, soon, she would be wearing the only mark that she would
care to allow and admire on on her body.

   For months he had been questioning her desire to wear his brand, to
become his property, concerned that once so drastic a step was taken, that
she might regret the decision, he wanted to be absolutely sure that she was
fully aware of what it meant, that once she was branded, she was his, for
life, his unquestioning and willing property, in what ever he desired her
to do.

   She fully understood this, not only on an emotional but a physical
level, well aware that the very idea of wearing a brand that proclaimed her
to be the property of another person, would to most of the population be a
repugnant idea, something that they would associate closely with slavery.

   But they were wrong, he may be her Master and she may be his property,
but their relationship was based on love and trust, not violence and fear,
she needed only that which he could give, and he needed what she gave, it
was a partnership, she gave herself willingly, submitted to his desires and
needs, and he protected and looked after her, he only punished when she had
done something wrong, and he would never hurt her without her consent.

   Their relationship had been somewhat turbulent in the past, and within
their circle of like minded friends many of them did not think they would
last the distance, but to celebrate five years of being together, of
surviving and growing, and learning all about each other, she was ready to
take this final step, the one that would bond them together for eternity.

   They had discussed what the design of the brand should be, she had been
inclined to leave it up to him, but he insisted that since she would be the
one wearing it, then she should be happy with it, in the end they had
decided that it would be in the shape of a ring, to signify something
without end, with his name engraved around the edges of the ring, roughly
the same size of a 50 cent piece, and that she would have it placed on the
back of her neck, just below where her collar usually sat.

   One of their friends had taken their rough idea for the brand and turned
it into an exquisite piece of workmanship, she had examined the finished
piece more than once, marvelling at how delicate and intricate their design
looked, and imagining it burned into her flesh, she was told by others,
that the pain was intense at first, but that it soon went away, and as long
as proper medical care was taken, then the risk of infection was minimal.

   Now the day that she had so longed for was here, suprisingly she did not
feel nervous, nor was she scared in any way, soon she would be surrounded
by loving friends, who would witness her ultimate gift to her lover, her
partner, her Master.

   The room was somewhat hot due to the small portable brazier in the
corner, which had been stoked to furnace heat, the brand lay on a small
table near the furnace, also on the table was a bowl containing ice water,
a packet of sterile cloths, a sterile bandage and something else wrapped
up.

   She was naked as she walked into the room, to be greeted by their
friends, all looking joyous and pleased, walking proudly she strode over to
the brazier and joined hands with her lover, once again he asked her if she
was willingly going through with this, and to speak her reply clearly so
that her words could be witnessed by their friends, she nodded her head and
said in a clear loud voice that she was doing this of her own free will.

   He reached down and took her hand, slowly caressing her fingers, he
explained what it meant to him, for her to wearing his brand, how that now
their lives were inextricably linked for eternity, and that he promised to
take care of her, how he loved her, and now that she his and his alone.

   The tears that rolled down her cheeks and the soft loving kiss that she
placed upon his hand, spoke of her love and promise to obey and submit,
willingly and of her desire to be his property.

   She knelt down in front of the brazier, her hair falling across her face
as she bent her head, her hands placed on the floor, looking up she could
just see through her hair, as he tenderly moved the remaining strands of
hair from her neck, he sat down beside her and placed one hand on hers, the
other hand started stroking the side of her face and moved slowly down to
her breasts.

   Her breath quickened as he stroked and teased her nipples and the
underside of her breasts, moving down his hand caressed her stomach and ran
questing fingers through her cropped pubic hair, slowly and carefully his
fingers played with and explored the lips of her cunt, now she was panting
with desire, a feeling of warmth growing in her stomach, and spreading to
her cunt, she moaned as his searching fingers found her aroused nub.

   Slowly and carefully he played with her clit, stroking and rubbing,
pinching and scraping with the tip of his finger, her breath was coming in
rapid short bursts and she could feel a growing wetness between her legs,
his fingers became more insistent as they rubbed and stroked, she started
moaning and calling his name, harder and faster he rubbed and at the very
instant her body exploded into a rushing peak of pleasure, the red hot
brand was pressed into her flesh, she screamed, a mixture of agony and
release as pain and pleasure became inseperable, forever linked, his
fingers kept up their insistent thrum on her clit and she orgasmed again.

   She slumped to the floor, her mind and body a mix of conflicting
emotions and feelings, her neck throbbed with pain, her cunt throbbed with
pleasure, she could sense people behind her, doing things, and then all at
once the pain in her neck was diminshed as someone placed an ice cold
bandage over it, this was done several times until the heat went out of her
skin.

   He helped her to her feet, somewhat unsteadily, she held onto his hand,
tightly as if she never wanted to let go, then he carefully lifted her hair
out the way and led her to a mirror, her tears started once again as she
saw for the first time, his brand, his mark of ownership over her body, the
redness would soon dissipate and there for all the world to see, would be
his mark.

   Their friends all gathered round, and she was hugged, carefully at
first, and then with increasing fervour, everyone was smiling, laughing and
a few tears, because they all understood exactly what it meant for both of
them, how important this ceremony had been.

   He cleared his throat, and they all fell silent, someone had poured
glasses of wine to celebrate, he handed them round, when he got to her, she
stood there, demure and eyes down cast, he smiled at her and handed her a
glass, tonight she had as much right to celebrate as anyone, glasses raised
they drank a toast, everyone cheered.

   He walked over to the table, to the wrapped parcel that was on it,
picking it up he walked over to her, bidding her to shut her eyes, she did
so, then she felt the familiar comforting weight around her neck, now she
was complete, branded and collared, his property, this was how it should
be.



   (c) Teddy 2003