Introduction:
This story is inspired by and in tribute to some of the women of this site who go in for the edgier and more extreme kinks and fetishes. I hope they appreciate it.
Brief Recap:
After a year of soul searching and ever riskier escapades of deviant sexuality, CapCunt and Kit-5 have both arrived at the same place: San Francisco Airport, their gateway to Duke & Sado-Chick's Ranch. But they hadn't expected PonyTail, a new young addition who was ass-fucked in the back of the van lying between the cuffed and gagged CapCunt and Kit-5. They also hadn't expected to be branded.
Chapter Twelve
The branding signified the end of our second stay at the ranch. The next morning, Kit-5, PonyTail and I were herded out of our cages for our usual morning ritual of pissing, shitting, hosing off, hydration and food. We were then herded out to the van for the drive back to the airport. The fresh branding marks on the asses and breasts of Kit-5 and myself still stung from the night before, although they would have been worse without the salving creams rubbed in that morning.
Sado-Chick lined us up on our knees in the dirt by the van. Duke used our mouths to warm up his cock, and then picked me to take in the ass in the dirt. We were then chained and gagged on the mattress in the back of the van for the long uncomfortable drive back to SFO. I didn't even have the dignity of being cleaned off first. PonyTail was in the middle again, sandwiched tightly between Kit-5 and I. This time we all held it for the duration of the drive, so none of us had the further indignity of lying in a pool of piss. The taste of Duke's cock lingered in my mouth, after I'd cleaned it when he'd cum in my ass.
Once Duke had parked in the parking garage, he picked PonyTail for one last parting shot, and took her in the ass back there on the mattress. Neither PonyTail nor I had been allowed to cum. I guess since Kit-5 had been left out of the fucking, he reached over to finger her while he lay on PonyTail's body, after he'd cum in her ass. So she alone got to cum. I could see Sado-Chick filming it on her phone as Duke fingered Kit-5 to an orgasm. I'm sure this gave Kit-5 a rosier outlook than the rest of us for the day.
After Duke was done, Sado-Chick came in back, and rubbed some more salve into our branding marks while Duke cleaned himself up. We were then unbound and dressed, and let out of the van. We all stood in a row and watched as Duke and Sado-Chick drove off. Then we looked at each other. This was the first time PonyTail had ever seen Kit-5 and I with any clothes on. We looked pretty disheveled otherwise. PonyTail fell into line as Kit-5 and I started back to the terminal. In a replay of last year, we walked together in silence. PonyTail and I still had Duke's drying cum in our asses, and the taste of cleaning him off in our mouths.
We made a beeline for the first bathroom we could find. The sound of a torrent of piss that had been held all morning being released reverberated from three stalls in a row. We freshened up after that as much as we could. As we primped in the mirrors side-by-side, women came and went, until it was only the three of us at one point. Kit-5 was in the middle. She undid the top buttons of her blouse, and pulled her bra back to look at the brand on her breast. The three of us stared at it. Then I did the same, and we examined our brands. This was the first time we'd gotten a good look at them in the mirror. I wondered what was going through PonyTail's mind, staring at our brands like this.
We retrieved our carry-ons, and sat down together to wait in silence for our flights. PonyTail's was the first. When she heard the call, she rose, and looked at us, as if expecting something, some kind of goodbye. But we said nothing, so she turned to walk off. But after she'd taken a few steps, Kit-5 got up and went to her. She put her hand on PonyTail's shoulder. PonyTail turned, and Kit-5 pulled her into a hug. It turned into a deep, deep hug. I could see PonyTail releasing everything about her past week in that hug, and Kit-5 was there for it all. I got up as well, and PonyTail transferred her hug to me. She held me tight, and I brushed her hair with some affection. As we hugged, I thought to myself that they were both close to my daughter's ages. The thought would linger with me for quite awhile. When I released PonyTail, she had tears in her eyes. As she brushed them away, Kit-5 got out a slip of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to PonyTail. It was her phone number, email address, and F*t profile name. Kit-5 offered me a slip of paper, and I did the same. PonyTail graciously accepted them. As a second call for her flight reverberated over the terminal speakers, she regarded us with a deep look, as if to communicate that we had all experienced something, and we were all connected now, and that she appreciated our simple acts of kindness today more than words could ever express.
Kit-5 and I stood there and watched as PonyTail walked away, and finally disappeared around a corner. Kit-5 and I stared at each other when her flight was called. There was something new in the way we regarded each other, also possibly something deeper. But we didn't hug, didn't say anything, and didn't exchange any numbers or email addresses. I watched as she walked away. I had another hour after that before my flight was called. I just sat back and closed my eyes, as the events of the week played back in my mind. Before I knew it, I was being awakened by the announcement of my flight over the loudspeakers.
I mostly slept on the long flight back. Little wonder, after the week I'd had. But about halfway through the flight, I was woken up by a discomfort. The salves were wearing off, and my brands were aching. I looked in my carry-on, and what do you know, I found some more of that salve. It could only have been planted there by Duke or Sado-Chick when we flew in. I tended to my brands in the cramped restroom of the plane, and wadded up some toilet paper to stuff down my butt as a pad for good measure. I took a long look at my face in that mirror while I was in there.
Who was that woman? Who was I?
I used to watch the video of my first butt-fucking on porn-hub when I really needed to get off. But now I went to the video of my double-branding for that. Watching yourself be branded, while remembering every second of what if felt like, is the definition of an out-of-body experience.
The day after my return from the ranch, I went right back to work, as if nothing had happened. No one could possibly have had a clue that the straight-laced middle-aged manager in their office sported fresh brands underneath her clothes. I spoke to my daughters regularly, saw friends, shopped and did all the normal stuff one does. And as the weeks drifted by, my wounds healed. I needed a little less in the way of salves and creams each day. As the aching and burning faded away, I learned to live with the symbol of Duke & Sado-Chicks ranch etched into my breast and ass. They were a part of me now. They always had been, but now it was beyond literal. I was a part of them too. The brands signified that I was their property now. I belonged to them. Whether they would ever act on that, remote as it was, was immaterial. I knew it deep in my heart, and it had somehow freed me...and Kit-5.
We lost touch, drifted away. Since our return from the ranch, neither Kit-5 nor I had reached out to each other. No more messages about arriving in each other's nearest airports for long weekends. No more weekends together, testing each other's limits, subjecting ourselves to dominants, or sharing the couch at night. I didn't hear from her anymore, and I never felt I needed to either. And she wasn't hearing from me.
I drifted back to my weekends of casual sex and domination. My brands never failed to draw a reaction when these Doms saw them for the first time. For the strongest of them, the ones surest of themselves, there was admiration...awe. But for most of them, there was intimidation. How could they hope to compete with that level of domination? My brands threw them off their game. No matter what they'd had to offer before, now they were trying to dominate a woman who had submitted to a red-hot branding iron. I was the essence of hard-core now, even though I was still really a middle-aged suburban divorcee. But let's face it: the ranch changed me, and the brands really changed me, and these weekend Doms could tell.
I had to make a shift in my mind to still get anything out of these encounters. In my head, these Doms were beating and fucking me for my masters, Duke & Sado-Chick. It was the only way to get through it and get off as well. In some ways it felt like I'd gone backwards. I was having to work harder to get anything out of my sex life now. But in reality, I'd been pushed further through this tunnel of submission I was going down, closer to the other side. I just didn't know it yet.
PonyTail was different from Kit-5. She messaged me on F*t as soon as she arrived home from the ranch to let me know she'd arrived home safely. I didn't really need to know that, but ok. When she didn't get more of a response from me than, literally "ok", she clammed up a little. I wondered if she were communicating with Kit-5 at all. I kept up with her in other ways. I checked her F*t profile every night, and saw a profusion of stories, essays and photos that she liked. As I expected, she gravitated toward the extreme. She didn't post much of her own, just a perfunctory profile with a single abstract photo of a thigh in a bathtub. She was located in Antarctica, of course.
I also kept up with PonyTail on Pornhub, thanks to Duke & Sado-Chick. I especially enjoyed re-watching her first butt-fucking in the van when I felt like playing for myself. It became one of the greatest hits for me. The little sounds she made as Duke forced his way into her ass were really hot.
About a month later, she messaged me again.
Ponytail: I can't get the night of your branding out of my mind. How does it feel?
CapCunt: I guess...it just feels like a part of me now. I honestly don't know how to answer this question.
Ponytail: Do you regret it?
I didn't think I could answer that question immediately, but maybe I could. Regardless, I left PonyTail on the hook for two days before I finally answered her back.
