This is how chapter 4 ended:
Marsha just laid on the floor naked and exhausted, Her legs were splayed wide in front of us and she showed no shame or modesty. Her cunt dripping from her own orgasm. Master Bob then said "Slave, I am so proud of you."
Marsha responded "Thank you Master. May I ask for a special treat please?"
Master Bob said, "Of course girl, anything you want!"
Marsha said in a soft submissive voice, "If I am really a slave and slut now Master, just like my sister slaves, then would you allow me to be branded?
Everyone looked to Master Bob to see what he would say... Let's see what happens next:
At this point let me remind you who is there; The slaves consisted of Becca, Sue, Marsha and myself. The Owners were Mistress Nancy (my wife/Mistress), Madame (Becca's Mistress/wife), Master Scott (Sue's husband/Master) and Master Bob (Marsha's husband/Master). All of us are naked after having had a great session with partners all being switched around. All of the women have cum oozing from their cunts &/or arseholes as we lounged around after a great session of wild sex. Wives were exchanged and all of us were exhausted now.
Though they were all genetic women, I am a sissy that had been taking hormones since I was 18 and except for my tiny clit and lady parts (cock and balls) I am a very attractive looking women with 36D tits that are starting to sag. All of us are in our late 50's or early 60's. Master Bob and Marsha had been living with us for weeks as we were teaching Marsha how to be a whore.
Master Bob was surprised at his slave's request and said, "Marsha, you know how brutal it is to be branded like an animal. Why would you want that to be done to you?
Marsha lowered her head submissively and said "Because I am an animal Master. Julie, Sue, Becca and I, we are all animals, sexual animals, that exist to serve the people our Owners tell us to serve. They all wear their branding proudly. I want to do that too Master."
Master Bob shook his head and said, "I am not sure girl, this is a lot to take in. I am not sure I want that to be done."
Marsha was heart-broken. I looked at my wife/Mistress and coughed nervously, "Master, may I be permitted to speak?" Master consented and I said, "Master, I know how Marsha feels. I was born with a cock and balls when I know in my heart, I was meant to be a woman. I never thought I would fit in, but I came from a loving family. My mother and sister taught me how to be a woman and then I met Madame and Mistress and they taught me how to be a whore. Even my grandmother and aunt helped me become a woman. I finally found my place."
I continued, "Marsha is finally finding her place. Like us, she accepts being a sexual animal. The branding is something she craves because she finally feels like she is fitting in. Please don't deny this to her Master." The tears in Marsha's eyes told us all that I had gotten to the heart of the matter.
Master Bob looked at his slave girl, "What branding do you have in mind slave?" Marsha brightened us as she said, "Julie is branded 'whore,' Becca is branded 'prossie,' I want to be branded 'slut.' On my right ass cheek I want WIFE with the word SLUT underneath. Then on my other cheek I want SLAVE with your brand of ownership underneath. Julie, would you come her please?"
I walked over to Sue and she had me bend over, exposing my naked arse. "See how Mistress has the branding of a circle and 'MN' linked in that circle for Mistress Nancy. I was thinking the same idea but with MB in the circle for Master Bob."
Master Bob could not help but chuckle and said "You have given this a lot of thought haven't you slave?" Marsha lowered her head afraid to say anything. Master Bob looked at Master Scott "How soon can you have the irons made Scott?" "He answered, "I can have them by the end of the week." Master Bob nodded and consented to the branding.
Sue said to Marsha, "I will tell you the same thing I told Becca and Julie when they asked me about getting branded. I got branded when I married Master Scott over 20 years ago. I can still remember how painful and humiliating the branding process was. I shit myself when I felt the hot iron on my ass. I puked when I started to smell my flesh burning. Trust me girl, there is nothing sexy or sensual about the process. It is painful." Marsha looked at Becca and I as we remembered the ordeal.
"Thank you, Sue, I know you are right, but ever since I committed myself to this lifestyle, I knew I wanted to be branded." Marsha then went to Sue and kissed her lovingly on her lips, "You are sweet to be so concerned."