A brand mark on his butt

“A brand mark on his butt” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

He was sitting with his Domina on a terrace in the sun. It was Sunday, and She wanted to take a moment of rest to recover by enjoying the beautiful weather. They seemed like a nice couple. He had a nice face with expressive eyes, was slim and smartly dressed. She had an appearance that clearly showed she took care of herself, with beautifully manicured hands with bright red long nails, her long dark hair styled and stylish clothing. She played with her foot, loosely moving her shoe back and forth. A silver chain adorned her ankle, which jingled softly with her movement due to the small bells.

Proud to serve Her

He looked at Her and felt proud to serve Her in the deepest sense. As the only one. Of course, he had to share Her with Her many other slaves and the occasional Bull, but he could revel in the conviction that he was Her slave of slaves. Her only TPE slave. He was allowed to serve Her like no other, physically as well. Of course, that came at a price. He had become Her property.

Keys around her neck

His chastity was guarded by Her in the form of the keys around Her neck. Everyone could see how these keys danced on Her full breasts. Only he knew what the keys were for. But She not only guarded his chastity, his life also belonged to Her. It had come in small increments. It started with the metal chastity belt, even before his slave training had begun.

She had simply entered his house, unexpectedly. However, the chastity belt was soon expanded with a device that allowed her to deliver electric shocks remotely, such as to his chastity belt, on top of his cock and balls. Not only could she control his pain stimuli remotely, but the software also gave her details of his whereabouts 24 hours a day, thanks to an ingenious navigation system. She could track him 24/7 on her cell phone, and as soon as he went to a place She didn’t know about, he was immediately punished with an electric shock to his cock and balls.

Power and control

He was now careful not to tell Her everything. Once a week, he submitted his schedule to Her, and every change to it was made in consultation with Her.

The device had cost him a pretty penny, over $1,500, but it had been worth every cent. He enjoyed Her power and control.

She managed his banking

He no longer had any control over his finances either. She managed his banking. He didn’t even know his own bank login codes anymore. She had changed them without informing him. In the beginning, She had shown him what She had done with his account. He had seen that all the bills had been paid neatly and that the remaining amount had been transferred to a savings account. She gave him 50 euros a week to live on. He had to do everything with this. It gave him peace of mind to see that She was managing his finances well and that he could let go of this completely. He trusted Her; after all, She knew what was good for him.

Passport and house keys

His bank details were the last thing he had handed over. Before that, he had had to give Her his passport, which She kept in the safe at Her home, hand over his house keys, allow cameras to be installed in his house so that She could monitor him 24/7 via Her cell phone, sign a slave contract, and give Her all his login codes for his email accounts.

That way, She knew everything about him, and he actually found this a wonderful feeling; that there was someone in his life who really knew everything about him, someone he couldn’t keep secrets from, someone who could literally and figuratively see him in his nakedness. After all, his entire history was visible to Her in his mailbox. He wore clothes She had picked out for him, and for everything he wanted to do, he needed Her permission.

Superficial dance parties

He used to entertain himself every weekend with superficial dance parties. She had put a radical end to this, and it was only after Her abrupt termination that he realized that all of this had been an escape from reality. Or rather, an escape from himself. He had always felt a certain restlessness in his life, he had tried to dance away the restlessness, but after Her arrival in his life, peace had finally descended on his mind. From that moment on, he no longer felt like he was just existing, but could enjoy life much more.

The pure “being” and “being in the moment,” concepts that he could now understand much better after She had claimed him. Exactly the right word. He hadn’t wanted it, but after more than a year of evasive behavior on his part, She had left him no choice. She already knew what was good for him. And She had been right. Her arrival in his life had changed everything for the better.

I’m coming to live with you

And now they were sitting on the terrace. Her last words still echoed in his head. “I’m coming to live with you.” And by “I,” She meant not only herself but also Her little boy. There was no room for discussion. She had made Her decision—now a year after claiming Him—and She knew what would be good for Him. Actually, he wanted this very much himself. Nothing more, in fact. Being able to serve her 24/7 was his life’s fulfillment, his greatest wish, it had brought him so much peace, contentment, and happiness in recent times.

Her foot was still playing with her shoe when she continued, “and that’s why we’re going to seal this today.” She smiled, and he could see the pleasure in her eyes. He melted inside and felt the bars of his cage seem to shrink.

Pay up

“Pay up, we’re leaving!” She told him. The meager weekly allowance She had set for him was not enough to pay for Her expensive fruit cocktail. He had only been allowed to order a glass of water from Her. She knew He wouldn’t have the money for this, as He had already spent last week’s allowance on food and She had not yet given him a new budget.

She visibly enjoyed his stammering that this would not work, and Her punishment was immediately felt in his cock and balls when She fired an electric shock into his CB via Her cell phone. He felt the fiery pain spread through his entire body and was still recovering when She called the waiter and paid the bill. She stood up. “Come with me,” he heard Her say before She made her way between the tables on the terrace. At the car, She gave him the keys and instructed him to drive to his house.

Her demands

He parked the car and got out to hold the door open for Her. She got out and walked to the house. He locked the car and quickly ran after Her, arriving at the front door before Her so he could open it and She wouldn’t have to wait unnecessarily. They entered together, he behind her, of course. Immediately upon entering, he took off his shirt. He wore his collar permanently, one of her demands.

There was also a dress code in the house. Whenever possible, he had to walk around bare-chested and wearing wrist and ankle cuffs. Since they were alone in the house at the moment, there was no reason to keep his shirt on, so he took it off in the hallway. The cuffs were near the front door, so he fastened them to his wrists and ankles.

Take my bag

She had walked on to the torture chamber. “Take my bag!” he heard Her call. He looked around and only now did his gaze fall on the black bag in the hallway. She had indeed had it with her when She came to see him yesterday, but he had already forgotten about the bag. He picked it up and walked into the torture chamber with it. This had previously been the garage, but at Her request it had been converted into a beautiful SM room, which could be entered from the inside. The room had not been finished for very long, but they had already experienced many wonderful moments in it.

He put the bag down next to Her, and She grabbed him by his shackles and walked him to the cross. She secured his shackles but also tied a rope tightly around his body. He could no longer move at all. She had never done this before; usually, She was content to secure him with only his wrist shackles, which gave him a little freedom of movement. In this case, he could hardly move at all. She then blindfolded him and put ear protectors on him, so that he was completely cut off from the world. He could no longer hear or see anything and flew through the silence and over the tops of nothing.

A brand mark on his buttocks

It was quiet, he didn’t know how long he had been standing there when he smelled a strange odor that he couldn’t immediately identify. In muffled sounds, he heard that She must be close again, until an enormous pain in his buttocks sent a shiver through his body. If it hadn’t been for the rope and handcuffs, he would have been knocked to the ground by the pain. However, his bonds kept him standing. He screamed and heard how his voice resembled that of a lamb just before its end on the slaughtering block.

Not a bad comparison when he sniffed the smell of scorched flesh… That was it, he had smelled a kind of burning smell and suddenly he knew what She had done. She had branded him! She had made one of Her most perverse fantasies come true and given him no chance to refuse.

Completely Mine

“You are now completely mine…” She whispered softly in his ear. The pain was still unbearable and he had no idea what exactly had been burned onto his body. It didn’t matter to him at that moment. He was in tremendous pain. He felt Her unravel the ropes and untie his shackles from his crotch. She removed his blindfold and ear protectors.

In the corner of the room, he saw something he couldn’t identify, but which seemed to be emitting smoke. She took him by the arm and led him to the mirror. She proudly showed him the brand on his buttocks: “Property of Mrs. Moriah” was burned onto his buttocks like a kind of quality mark.

“She gave him a brand,” he heard his own voice in his head. For a moment, he felt like nothing more than a piece of livestock. And actually… he wasn’t much more than that. Her property, confirmed with a brand on his butt. A feeling of euphoria raced through his body and reduced the throbbing pain to a moment of pure passion and release. Despite the chastity belt, an orgasm was unstoppable. The semen dripped out of his chastity belt onto the floor.

“Will you lick it up?” he heard Her say…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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