Move to brand her...

You look at your new ****, her body glistening in sweat and come. You can smell her sex and the coolness of the chain is soon gone as the heat of your own flesh warms it. You want to take her and show her how much she will bend to your will, but you wait, knowing you must brand her and show all she is your property.

You turn toward the room you will allow her to use. She follows reluctantly, and as you pass the mirror in the hall you spy her reflection looking back at you. Her lips in a sneer as she rolls her eyes at the collar, mocking you and your power.

With a great tug on the chain she is pulled against you. Her fingers clench at her neck, the collar having dug into her skin. “Fuck,” she mutters and she soon feels your hand across her cheek and she falls to the floor. She looks at you, tears of shame in her eyes.

“Crawl,” you tell her and watch as she moves to all fours. You proceed to walk your pet to her room, the place where she will stay and only be allowed out when you want her.

Your fingers pull from your front pocket a key. It is long and thick. It has been a key to this room for years. It is a key that has granted freedom and denied liberty. It is your key, and you keep it close to the gift that you give to your ****, the gift of your sex.

The key is slipped into the lock and you turn it. The click releases and you open the door. The cold air of the room slams into you and you are unable to cover the chill of the temperature shock your body has received. You look down at your ****. “Go,” you point into the room and you watch as she moves to stand.

Your foot steps on her back just as she tried to lift herself off the ground. “Crawl pet,” you growl, pushing your foot harder down on her skin. The heel of your boot digging into your ****’s skin.

You watch her crawl, and you follow behind her. The room is chilly, your breath rolls out and it forms small puffs of clouds. “You’ll get heat if you accept your mark of ownership from me.”

She glares at you for a moment then asks, “May I sit up Sir?”

A questioning look crosses your face. You nod your head yes, and watch her sit up on her knees, she leans back on her legs and waits for you. You can see her defiance, you know she will be a pleasure to break and you love it. Moving to the closet you open the door and pull a box down. The container is light, but inside is your mark of ownership that you will place on your new ****.

You move to her and you open the box. Pulling a lighter and a ring from the box, your eyes move to hers. Your finger flicks the flame to life and you heat the emblem on the ring bringing the design to a flaming temperature.

“You will wear my mark over your left breast and from this moment on you have no name, but the ones I give you.“ You advance closer to her. Her eyes widen in excitement, but also in fear as the thought of the hot ring touching her skin terrifies her.