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She squirmed in her chair as she nervously took in her surroundings. She found herself in an old barn that was converted into a workshop. There was a table along the back wall. The table repulsed, excited, and scared the hell out of her. She looked at the soft leather restraints that were attached.

"Sit still, Kitten." Her owner's deep voice sent shivers of pleasure through her. Scratch that - her soon to be owner's voice.

"Yes Sir."

She concentrated on sitting still in her seat, but in doing so she failed to realize that she started chewing on her fingernails. She wanted this, but was nervous. How much would it hurt? Must be quite a bit judging by the number of restraints. Almost as if reading her mind, He asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? Once I put you on the table, there will be no turning back. However, you can still walk away right now."

She looked at the table once more. Then her gaze went to the tools lined up on a metal cart next to the table. Her right hand moved under the hem of her dress to her shaved pussy. She felt the numbing patch he placed there while he was disinfecting everything in the room, for a second time. She hesitated until she looked into His eyes. A calmness and determination swept through her. "Yes, I'm positive." And with that final decision made, she quit squirming in her seat, and quit biting her nails. She was ready.

He clicked the leash in place along the decorative collar she wore at her neck and led her over to the table. When she reached the base, they stopped. He turned to her, untied the bows at her shoulders, and the cute summer dress she wore for this occasion dropped to the floor and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of the middle and climbed on to the table. Naked.

As His assistant strapped her in, she glanced down at the dress on the floor. It had formed an almost perfect circle. "The straps on this table are for your safety. If you move, it will hurt more. Just take deep breaths through the process. You can squeeze my hand if you like."

This is the first time she had been completely naked and exposed to two men before. She was surprised she didn't feel embarrassed or shy. "Thank you."

She closed her eyes and felt Him remove the numbing patch. Next she felt Him cleaning her skin. The alcohol slightly stinging her shaved pussy lips. She wondered, did the numbing patch work at all if she could feel the rubbing alcohol?

The collar around her neck seemed to get a little tighter as she swallowed down the nervousness that threatened to engulf her. "Deep breaths, Kitten." She focused on the sound of His voice and followed His instructions.

She opened her eyes to see the assistant staring at her face. "Don't look at me," she snapped. She didn't want anyone to remember the way she looked right now. Scared, vulnerable, and whatever other look she would make when it came time. The two men chuckled a little. She returned her attention to HIM. "You need to look at what you are doing so you don't mess up, but nobody needs to be looking at my face."

Just as she closed her eyes, she felt an intense pain, and smelled burning flesh as the hot metal medallion was pressed firmly on to her milky white skin. She was so startled she forgot to yell out. Instead, she bit her lip, drawing blood. And just as quickly as it started, it was over and HE was rubbing a soothing balm over her tender skin. The assistant took a picture while HE kissed her. "You did well, Kitten. You are now permanently branded as my property."

These words brought such an intense feeling of pride, and another elated emotion she couldn't identify, that it brought one single tear to her eye. She felt it roll down her cheek as she whispered, "Thank you, Sir."

"I'm going to fuck MY pussy, MY Kitten, MY property before I remove the straps. You are MINE. Please call me Master from here on out."

She watched as he removed His clothes. Next He gently kissed all around her tender skin. While HE was kissing her, the assistant brought up the picture on his phone. Her pussy because instantly moist as she inspected the image with her Master's initials permanently burned into the outer folds of her pussy. HIS brand. She was HIS property, which also made Him hers. Her owner. Her protector. Her lover.

She gasped with intense pleasure as she felt him enter her wet folds. He started slowly and gently, but quickly was fucking her hard and fast. She could tell that this act of intimacy aroused him as much as it did her. It didn't take take long before her pussy was clenching around His cock in an intense orgasm. She heard Him grunt loudly as He emptied His seed inside her.

As she came down from her high, the assistant began to remove the straps that held her in place. "Kitten, you have excited Assistant. Please drop to your knees and take care of his needs."

"Yes Master." She enjoyed the sound of the word Master on her tongue. But now it was time to enjoy something else on her tongue. She unzipped Assistant's jeans and freed his bulging erection. She slid it as deep into her mouth as she could and pulled it out again. As she started to slowly move his member in and out of her mouth, he grabbed the hair behind her head and held on as he began to forcefully fuck her mouth. She massaged his balls as he used her mouth to satisfy his needs.

Moments later his balls tightened and he came deep into her throat. She tried not to gag as she swallowed quickly. Assistant tucked his flaccid penis back into his jeans and walked away. She wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Master grabbed the leash that was still dangling from her collar and gave a little tug. "Come on, Kitten. Let's go get you something to eat before we celebrate some more."

She purred happily, "Okay!"