Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 5 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 5

... was requested to go to the main building at once. I scurried on my way and arrived to find Mr. Kesler waiting for me. I wanted to run and jump in his arms but my training kicked in and I gracefully knelt as his feet, dropping the top of my cloth, and pulling the bottom to expose my sex. I spread my legs, arched my back to present my breast, locked my arms behind my back and lowered my head. I waited silently for his command. He walked around me, stopping only to touch my face, and run his fingers through my hair. My insides quivered with his touch. I could feel the soft folds of my pussy flower in anticipation of his use. He spoke in a soft tone and told me that he had been informed that I passed and was due to graduate tomorrow. That he would be extending his offer for me to become his slave and live with him and his wife Chloe who is also his submissive. Before I could answer him, he told me that because I had chosen as my level of service to be slave, that he required all his slaves to carry his mark. This was the first time I had heard anything about a mark. Mr. Kesler told me that all of his slaves are given a small brand with his initials MK with a circle around it. Thinking back I do remember Max having a brand like that on the inside of his hip. I thought it was his initials. Mr. Kesler asks if this is something I would be willing to do for him. He tells me that he would not look down on me if I were to refuse but that it would end our relationship but he would see ...

... to it that I would be taken by another Master or Mistress. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my head to face him. I replied that I would be happy and grateful to wear his mark upon my body. The body that I am offering him in service. He instructs me to rise and takes me into his arms. He leads me to a room that has been prepared for just such an occasion. When we arrive I see that there are several other slaves getting different types of marking. One is getting a permanent tag attached to her clitoris ring. One is being fitted with a locked steel collar, but I am the only one that is being branded. Mr. Kesler and another instructor lash me to a St. Andrews Cross and my skin is cleaned and prepared for to receive his mark. It is being place on the inside of my left hip. The iron is about the size of a silver dollar. When the iron comes out of the fire it is red hot. Mr. Kesler brings it to where I am bound. I am required to verbally ask to his mark. When I willingly do, the iron is pressed into my flesh and held for about 5 seconds. An attendant quickly splashes cool water on my wound and applies a salve and dressing to it. Mr. Kesler release me from my bonds and gives me a strong hug, kissing my neck and holding me tight. His caring tenderness eases my anguish and lessens my pain. When he releases me, he cups my face in his strong hands and says that I have earned the right to call him my Master. I fall to my knees and lay prostrate on the floor at his feet and ...