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nella -> The Branding of slave silla. (8/13/2005 3:33:54 PM)
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i have tried to write a BDSM fiction. i am sorry aboute typos, and i ahve tried to write it in english. i hope it is not a waste of time.
The branding of slave silla.
It was late afternoon as the man and the woman was moving down the street towards the old villa made club. He was a tall man whit intense brown eyes and long dark brown hair in a ponytail. The black lether longcoat flapped around him as he walked, she was an avrege hight woman whit full shapes and long, flowing dark hair. She wore a corsett and lace dress and waled whit unsure, nervous steps. Her hands were restrains in steel cuffs, the chain to witch was in the hands of the man, that walked before the woman and slightly pulled her along. He was Master and she was slave silla, and tonight would be the night the hot iron forever inmprented his mark of ownership on her tender flesh.
Master and slave silla normaly lived a rather normal life, they went to the movies, visited frinds and had carers on their own. She was an author, both of pagan litrature and of romance and fantasy novels, he was a car mechanic. Yet under everything they did was the dynamic that he was Master and she was slave. And often she had to suffer pain and degradtion for his plessure, often she had to carry the marks of the whip on her back and tears of suffering on her face, for even if he was a loving Master, he could also be a cruel one, yet, they loved one another dearly.
It was aboute a year ago that Master had informed slave silla she would be branded, he had set a date and iformed her that barring serious ilness or other disaters, nothing would change that. As the days leading up to the event had progressed, slave silla had become more and more nervous, frightend of the pain she would feel when the hot iron licked her body, yet no matter how mutch she begged, Master hadnot relented. And here they were, on their way to the Dark Corner BDSM club to have the deed done. As the massive old villa came into wiew slave silla let out a frightend whimper. Master stopped for a moment and put a hand on her hair. "Do not be frigtend little one, you will be allright." He said reasuringly. slave silla tried to nod and say she belived him, but a sob wreched her body. Master tentivly took a tisue up from his pocet and dried her eyes, carful not to spoil the dark and moody makeup his slave had laid before they left home. He then gave her a reasuring hug and continued to drag her down the road.
slave silla felt both fear and wonder, fear of the pain, yet longing for soming so permanent, somthing so strong to mark her as Master`s property. Master put an arm around slave silla`s sholder as the reatched the club, gently nudging her through the door. It will soon be over, silla remined herself, this time tomorrow you will be proved of your new brand, and the waiting and fear will be over. But no matter how mutch she tried to convince herself, she could not make herself less scared.
Just inside the door to the club stood a female save, a blond butiful woman whit large breasts and little clothing. "Can i take Sir and little miss`s clothing?" She asks politly in a sweet voice. Master simply nods and removes his longcoat, revealing a black shirt adored only by a goth style BDSM symbol pendant. He ten looks at slave silla, "strip!" he comands, and lets go of the chain to her cuffs, so she can acoplish the task.. Whitout hesitating slave silla do as comanded, she undoe the corest bindings, and slip out of her dress, then underwar and shos. Finaly she stand there naked, her skin becommin bumpy in the chill air. It glinted in gold from her nipple pircings Master had forced upon her last year. She also wore a seashell braclet and earings in gold, in adition to her black leather colar. Smiling politly slave silla hands her clothing to the warderobe salve and follows Master into the club.
Soft music played on the speakers, and perhaps 30 men and woman, all in a form of fetish wear from expensive evening gowns, to slutty lingerie, leather to silk, or naked dotted the room, dancing, playing whit one another, or enyoying refreshments from the bar. slave silla looks around nervously, Master pat her reasuringly on the head and leads her to a side door, to one of the private play rooms, where the pircer Steven waited to perform the branding. slave silla blived she would die of fear, soon now, so soon she would know the kiss of the iron.
Steven waited in a room that was decorated the way Master had designed. Clean and delicate, a wase of slave silla`s favorite flowers stood on a table near a gynocologist chair, Master hoped the white flowers would calm his frigtend slave. slave silla had by now gone completly white, she shiverd whit fear, but she also dreded to diobey so she only hesitated a bit fore stepping into the room. Steven was a large man, he wore his hair in a thight ponytail and had rough, handsome features. Several tatoos, pircings and other body art decorated his body, as was comming whit many of his profession. "Green Master Steven silla." Master say in a firm voice. slave silla emidiatly dropped shakingly to her knees and crawled over to Steven`s feet and begun to kiss and suck on his boots. "Good evening." Steven said to Master, not aknowleding silla`s pressence. Master and Steven begun to talk aboute the newest action movie in the theaters, and did so for a good five minutes, all the time slave silla sliked Steven`s boots, fearful of punishment if she deared to stop. After some time Steven took a hold of slave silla`s collar and gently nudged her to her feet, he looked into her fearfull, humiliated and tear stained eyes and smiled warmly. "You are a good slave little silla, and you will make your Master proud." Steven then geticulated towards one wall where his own two female slaves sat kneeling. One butiful, tall bold woman whit red pouty lips and bright blue eyes. She wore a fancy, thigt fitting red dress, her slave sister was a shoter, but still butiful raven haired woman, dressed in a smal, emerald colard dress and whit her long hair loose. "There are slave maria and slave emerlad, they will be my asistants and your suport silla, and you need not be frigtend, between us, we will take good care of you." Steven then begun to lead slave silla towards the gynologist chair and helped her shaking body to settle into it. maria and emerlad helped their master fasten the lether straps that would keep slave silla in place. "Must make sure you can not move to mutch, would not want the brand to be spoiled, now would we little one." Master Steven said and he gently stroked silla`s hair.
Master stood a bit of, wathing what was happening to his beloved slave, she now sat tied to a chair the spread her legs wide, her hand was strapped to the armleans and her upper body was bound to the main of the chair. She looked glorius where she lay, displayed and frigted. Master walked over to slave silla and gently took her hand, stroking it in a reasuring manner. "I am here beloved pet." He said. slave silla simply nooded. Steven had gone over to a iron brasier and was stroking the coals, waiting for the iron to get hot, Master kept silla focused on him, instead of what the other man was doing. slave maria and slave merald both stood close to, stroking silla`s body, and holding her hand, reasuring her. slave silla seamned to relax a bit, even fi she still was werry frigtend. Master progressed to speak to her aboute the planned vecation to Malibu they were goin on this summer, kepping slave silla from thing aboute what was aboute to happen.
It took aboute five minutes longer before Master Steven decleared that the iron was ready. slave silla begun to whimper and plead. "Pleese Master, dont do this to me, i have done nothing worng, pleese do not punish me, Pleese Master, i dont want pain..." Master simply squisked his slave`s hand thighter and whisperd to her. "This is not a punishment my love, it is a reward, i love you so mutch i want you to beear my mark forever, now loved one, be brave for me, it will soon be over." slave silla nodded and blinked away some tears, she would try to be brave to make her Master proud. maria came over whit a leather ball gag and gently forced it into slave silla`s moth. Her luch pink lips closed butifully around the lether and made Master think of the plessures she gave him in bed. "Bite on this sister, it will help, trust me i know." maria said, and brifly lifted her dress to reveal a glorios bland on er upper left thigh, then she hurrid off to asist her Master. emerald remined by silla`s side and held her hand reasuringly. silla merly whismperd, trying her best to stay clam, Master noticed how mutch she sweated, he bent down and kissed his slave.
maria came over and washed slave silla`s upper, inner thigh whit a bit of cotton whit desinfection, silla jumped at the colld feel of the liquid. Then they were ready. Master had desigend the brand long ago, and told Steven where he wanted his slave branded. Master Steven now considerded it best to get things overwhit, not to scare silla to mutch, he took the glowing hot iron from the braisier and walked over to the chair and the bound slave. slave silla paniced and desperatly tried to squiggle loose, but in vain, she was bound well. Master, still holding the hand emerald did not hold, leans up and kisses slave silla`s lips over the ballgag. Pressing his lips towars her. Then Steven lowerd the brand, it made a hissing sound as it kissed soft flesh and slave silla screamed into the gag and her Masters lips. The pain was exrusiating, it tore her to pices, the nausiating smell of burnt, human flesh aruse from the brand, but slave silla berly noticed, her world had shaterd and there was only pain. She did not know how long this lasted, for the torture seamned to go on forever. But finaly Master Steven removed the iron and gave the hot metal rod to maria that returned it to the brasier. "The brand looks fine my frind." Steven said matter of factly to Master, ignoring for now the painful sobs of the broken slave, he had seen slaves that way before.
Master felt his beloved go rigid and her her muffeld scream against his own lips, her hold on his hand thightend almost painfully, and she twisted as if in a cramp. Part of him wanted to voilently push Steven away, ending the torture of the one he loved so mutch, the other part of him was exited by the scream and the expression of uttermost agony on his slave`s face. Master smiled, he had never been more proud of slave silla than right now. After having removed the iron and given it to his slave asistat, Steven prodused a bandage from a povet of his apron and begun to gently wrap slave silla`s wound. silla smeaned not to notice, she scill alternated between screaming into the gag and moaning loudly. Master brushed her hair. "Shhh, princess, it is over now, shhh i know it hurt it is okey dear one, you are safe." He whisperd in silla`s ear. Eventualy she relaxed, and the pitiful moans redused themself to whismpers. slave emerlad disentangeld her hand from that of silla, Master could see that silla`s fingernails had dug into the flesh of emerlad`s hand, then the pircers`s slave asistant losend the strap that held the ballgag, and gently pulled the leather ball from slave silla`s moth. silla swallowed several time, she opend her eyes and looked at Master. "There loved one, all done, are you alright, can you speak?" Master said while continuing to stroke slave silla`s hair. "Y...y...yes Master, but....it hurt...Master it hurts." silla sobbed. Master heald her as close as her bonds would alow. "I know dear, i know, it will be better soon, and i am werry proud of you." He then kissed her lovingly on the lips and set aboute undoing her bonds.
Master lifted slave silla gently from the gynocologist chair and took her to a soft sofa standing at the far end of one wall. He carlfully up her down on the sofa and suported her head whit pillows. Nothing made him feel as good as this, to take care of a slave after being resposible for her torture. To soothe away fear and pain he himself had created, it was a rush unlike anything. maria came over whit a glass of orange juise, and Master helped slave silla drinking a bit of it. She still seamned terrified, hurt and confused, but she was getting better. For aboute an houer Master let slave silla rest on the sofa, when she eventualy fell aslepp, exhausted, he went over to Steven to speak whit him for a while, and borrow emerlad`s tender ass to relve his exitment. Then he called a cab and took slave silla to the nice hotel room he had rented as a suprive for her for her the reover in.
When slave silla woke up the next morning she found a smiling Master standing beside her, placing a luxurious breakfast plate on her lap. It contained toast and eggs, a bowl of fresh stawberris and a big glass of juice. In adition there was a book by slave silla`s favorite romance author on the tray. Master smiled. "Good morning slave. How are you feeling, any better?" He was refering to the fact that he several times during the night had woken silla becouse she was wimpering in nightmares, ofcourse after an ordeal like that nightmares was to be expected. slave silla smiles back. "I am feeling mutch better now Master, but my brand still hurt." Master nods. "It will hurt for a while slave, but it will be better soon, now, relax and enyoy the day in bed, and if you are up to it, i will take you out to eat tonight." slave silla smiles and begin to eat her egg. "Thank you Master, and thnks for the breakfast and the book." Master smiled. "You are welcome loved one, now relax, i will just go into the other room to do some paper work, if you need me, need me for anything, just call me." Then Master left. slave silla finished her egg and begun to nibble at the stawberris, she pived up the book and read the title page. Love on a stormy ocean. It was just the kind of mysterly, slash romance novels that so so loved to read. Master knew her so well. Whit a smile slave silla opend the book on the first page, thenshe noticed somthing glinting on her finger, there on her ringfinger sat a golden ring, decorated whit a while perl and tiny dimond in a flower shape. slave silla wonderingly removed the gold band and looked closer at it, inside was the engravation, marked as my love forever, silla smiled and pressed the ring to her bossom before putting it back on her finger, Master always knew how to say the right words to make her happy, and she would cherish the ring, and even more, the brand, forever. silla was a happy, and contented slave, and her harth was full of love as the opend her book and begun to read.
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