Author's note; This is not intended as a how to guide. This is merely to increase your knowledge on this subject. Always hire a professional. Branding is an extreme form of temperature play. Basically, short curved pieces of metal are heated with a blowtorch, then pressed into the skin so as to make an ornamental burn. There are several methods of brandin...
Michelle was still on a natural high after her anniversary weekend. It had been a few months since her and her Master, Dan, went away for the weekend. She loved every minute of the weekend. She wanted to surprise her Master again maybe in 6 months. She researched online more bed & breakfast inns that cater to the alternative lifestyle. She loved the one they...
My day started out normal, got up showered, dressed, and had my usual breakfast of tea and a piece of toast. Then it was off to the 'shop', walking down the sidewalk I admire the beautiful houses. Nothing like living the good life, I breath in the heavy New Orleans air and continue my stroll. Summer was always my off season for 'real' business. I mean I lik...
Ch 6 Hello, my name is julie and I am a sissy CD. I am very passable and by the time of the events in this story took place and I had a nice bra size of 34B. This is a difficult story for me to write because I am going to write it in 3 parts. The first 2 parts will seem to be unrelated, but hopefully the third part will tie it all together. Just as a warnin...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Branding the Feline "It's a shame to let your pi...
Welcome to my branding ceremony...Part 2 At this point I have just been branded. When my Master branded me I passed out and shit myself. I woke up with 2 women, Sue and Barbara, cleaning me and explaining the same thing happened to them when they got branded. What follows is the next part of the story. Enjoy and please send me comments. That is how I will l...
I look with wide eyes as it comes near me. I can smell the charred flesh in the air. The sick smell of burned hair. I feel it near my skin before it even touches. The already burned meat cries out in agony before it even gets close. My screams echo through the room. I clutch wildly at the sides of the table. I look to him shivering. I feel my tears runnin...
By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....
* This story is dedicated to Lisa* Prologue: Well it has been 1 month, 3 weeks, 5 days, and 17 hours since my encounter with Trent and I somehow knew that I wouldn't see him ever again and that it had indeed been a fluke. Izac was nowhere to be found, I am sure he has been talking to Emalee though. Part 1 "Mara!" Emalee throws her rag onto the counter...
It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...