Kitty gets a mark

Master untied me, slipped my normal cuffs on my wrist and ankles, and padlocked them. Then, he lifted me up, gently cradling me in his arms.

“M-master? Is everything okay? I… I think I can walk if you want…” I said insecurely.

“No walking for you.” Master stated matter-of-factly, carrying me through the building. I would really like to know why he thought it necessary to carry me or where we were going, but like a good pet, I kept quiet.

We entered into a bigger, louder room with many room divider sectioning areas off. In one of these smaller sections, master set me down on what looked to be a kind of metal examination table.

“Wait here, pet. I’ll be back in a second.” He told me and vanished behind the room dividers.

I let my legs dangle from the edge of the table, swinging them lightly and swishing my tail. Without panties, the cold metal surface was uncomfortably pressing against my plump pussy lips through the hole in the back of my gown. But I was thankful for it. It helped me calm down a little from my horny thoughts. And if I had worn panties, they would have probably rubbed against my now permanently exposed clit, making me even hornier… I just hoped I wouldn’t leave a wet stain on the table as is!

After a while, master returned. I could hear his steps long before I saw him, recognizing their pattern. He seemed to be accompanied by someone with lighter steps… a woman, maybe?

My guess was confirmed when master rounded the corner with the same human woman that had given me the sweet stuff that made me fall asleep before I got my body altered. Instead of the white lab coat, she now wore a black sports bra, tight jeans, and a pair of leather boots. When I met her for the first time, the lab coat had concealed most of her body, but now I could see that she was covered in tattoos, of a wide variety and stiles, some of better, some of worse quality. Her breasts were definitely unnaturally big and perky for a human, almost like mine. She had a glittering piercing in her belly button, a cute nose stud, and a few rings in either earlobe and I think I noticed nipple barbells pressing through the thin cloth of her sports bra.

“Heyyy! If it isn’t the flat-as-a-board turned big-titty-kitty!” she said cheerfully, showing off her pierced tongue.

I flicked my ears, blushed and smiled happily. She called me a big titty kitty! Encouraged by my reaction, she came towards me and embraced my much smaller body, smothering me with her tits. That was a nice feeling, soft and warm… maybe master would like to do that sometimes with me?

Eventually, she let me up again. “You really are a cutie, hm? And those big boobies just look so hot on you!” she chirped, making me blush even more. Then, she turned to master. “Will she hold still or do I need to tie her up?”

Master looked at me with his piercing, pale blue eyes. “I have only had her for a few days, but she’s a very good girl, the most submissive and loyal pet I have ever had. Still, you should probably tie her up, she tends to enjoy that.” he answered.

I fidgeted nervously, flicking my tail. He noticed that? And why did he have to say it out loud?!

“Ohhhhh…” the woman said slowly. “So, you are a *very* good girl, hm?”

She had a weird look in her eyes, something between envy and judgment. But then, she blinked and there was only a bright smile again.

She gently guided me down onto the table, tying my collar and cuffs to the sides of the table. I was helplessly spreadeagled once more, this time on a cold metal examination table instead of a comfy, warm bed.

But I wasn’t afraid. Master was right next to me. If he wanted something more done, I wanted it too!

“This will hurt a little, Kitten. Or, given your low pain threshold, this actually might hurt a lot. But its important, and I wanted you to be awake for it so you will always remember it.” He told me.

I nodded, feigning understanding. It wasn’t a lie though, I told myself, since I just wanted to show him that I would accept any pain. So, no rules broken. Still, I was curious just what I was getting!

The woman came back, now with gloves and a weird metal machine in her hand. It looked a lot like the thing they used to give slaves their brands. Was I going to get a brand? That would indeed hurt a lot… But no, that couldn’t be. That thing ended in a thin needle, and you didn’t use needles for brands.

She rolled my gown up to my waist, thereby uncovering my bare legs and naked groin. I shivered from the cold and got even more flushed. I couldn’t see past my new, big boobies from my position, but I knew that my pussy was wet and puffy, just begging to be touched.

“She is really enjoying herself…” the woman mumbled, sounding surprised.

“Probably, but that’s not it. I also had her pussy and clit enhanced, making her much more sensitive.” Master came to my defence.

The woman hummed in acknowledgment, sounding somehow disappointed. She put the metal thingy down next to me and leaned down over my crotch, her ample breasts jiggling invitingly against the confines of her sports bra. I could feel her draw something on my crotch, just above my pussy, where my pubic fur had been before its permanent removal. After a while, she was done and switched the pen for the metal thingy again.

“Do you want her to know what she’s getting?” the woman asked master. “I don’t think she can see past her breasts in this position, but if you don’t want her to see it, we should blindfold her, just to be sure.”

“She may know.” Said master, and then turned to me. “You are getting marked, Kitten. The brand on your neck tells everybody who was your breeder, but you can’t see it. The mark on your crotch on the other hand will tell everybody, but mostly you, to whom your holes, to whom *you* belong.”

My eyes widened. A collar was one thing. I loved it, its weight reminded me that I belonged to master. But I couldn’t see it. And one could take it off. A tattoo could not be removed, at least not easily. And since it was directly above my cunt, if anybody ever tried to fuck me without permission from master, he’d have to see it!

The woman began tattooing me.