You!

You strip and run to the front of the line of girls. You have dreamed of being owned by a Master! Your entire life has been leading to this.

"So eager!" Désirée giggles, "I LOVE it!"

She playfully spanks your exposed ass and leads you over to the tattoo chair. You study it's dark metal shape. The design is clear. You are to lean forward into a padded face cradle while straddling the bench. straps have been added in strategic locations to lock your collar, wrists and ankles in place. Once seated, you wouldn't be allowed out of the chair until you had been marked with Master's rose symbol.

Butterflies rise in your stomach. You are a boiling cocktail of excitement and fear. You smile back at the nervous girls behind you and show more bravery than you feel.

"I offer myself willingly to our Master. I honor my birth mother with my sacrifice." You say wrapping your legs around the bench and slipping your head into the chair's padded of the face cradle.

"Well done!" Mistress Jade says from somewhere behind you.

You feel Désirée lock your ankles and wrists to the scaffolding of the chair beneath you. Your collar is locked in tightly as well. She pulls at the restraints until satisfied that you have been safely locked into position.

"One more thing to help you through the process!" Désirée announces.