Sir stated emphatically, “Smartest thing I ever did, Coen.”
His lips met Brie’s again. She closed her eyes and let herself fly through the swirling emotions of love and agony, proud of the fact she now carried the mark of her Master.
Condor Devotion
Brie smiled as she listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. With his arms wrapped around her, she was safe to revel in the afterglow of his lovemaking. These moments were a little taste of heaven on earth.
Sir stirred beneath her. “Let me get up to turn out the lights. Stay here.”
Brie’s heart started racing when he got up and left the room. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She headed directly for the closet and got on her tiptoes to reach for the thin wooden box.
She carried it out and laid it on the bedside table. Taking a deep breath, she undid the latch and opened the lid, then took out the branding iron. In a fluid motion, she turned and knelt facing the door, her head bowed and the iron rod held up in petition.
She bit her lip as she waited for Sir’s return, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. There was no fear in the offer, simply the deep-seated need to be marked as Sir’s.
He entered the room and stopped in his tracks. “Téa.”
She looked up at him from her kneeling position and begged earnestly, “Please…”
He stepped forward and took the brand from her hands. “The pain will be significant, téa. This is not a simple tattoo and cannot be covered up later should you dislike the results.”
“I understand, Master.”
He knelt down beside her and placed the rod back in her hands. “I cannot guarantee how the brand will heal, or what it will look like afterwards. It may not be pretty.”
“Before I made any decisions, I googled it, Sir. I understand the risks.” She touched his cheek, which was rough with five o’clock shadow. “I need to feel your mark on my skin. I want it to hurt.”
“Why?”
She lowered her eyes, unsure if she could clearly explain the desire in her heart. “So that it counts. This brand will mark a profound point in my life…on my body and in my mind. A rite of passage. It will require both strength and courage to receive this brand of yours, but I’ve never wanted something as much.”
Brie felt so strongly that she couldn’t bear the thought of him denying her request, so she braved calling Sir by his given name. “Thane, my skin tingles with need of it; my soul cries out for it.”
His eyes flashed with an emotion she could not identify. He cleared his throat and said hoarsely, “You should know I will not be the one to do it. Master Coen is the only one I trust to brand you.”
She looked down to hide her smile, pleased her request had been granted.
Sir helped Brie to her feet. “This is as significant as a collaring, téa. I leave it up to you whether you want witnesses.”
Brie wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest. “Sir, I would like it to be just us, under the stars.”
He crushed her against him, but said nothing for several moments. Sir’s voice was gruff with emotion when he spoke again. “I will give you a week to reconsider, téa. The passion you feel now may lose its luster as the date approaches.”
“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t think that will happen.”
His fingers lightly caressed the small of her back—the area to be branded. His touch left her lightheaded and tingly all over. Brie sighed in contentment. “I love you, Master…”
The night of the branding, Brie felt nothing but peace. There was no question in her mind that this was what she wanted. She’d been curious as to whether the fear of the hot iron would deter her from going through with it, but the reality was that the pain was what attracted her to the act. It wasn’t a case of needing the pain for pain’s sake; it was the challenge it presented. She wanted to make a great sacrifice to Sir. Even though she was not a masochist, if the act wasn’t painful, it would cheapen the gift.
Brie felt akin to a Native American warrior as they drove out to meet Master Coen. She was out to prove her worth by way of a trial she had willingly accepted. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
Sir took her to a secluded beach under the stars where the muscle-bound Headmaster Coen stood waiting for them beside a fire ring with red hot coals.
Brie briefly glanced at the flames and saw the iron rod nestled in the coals. For the first time she felt a quiver of fear and found it strangely exhilarating.
“Good evening, Davis.” He nodded to Brie. “Miss Bennett.”
Sir held out his hand. “Thank you for coming tonight.”
“I am honored to be part of such a sacred event.”
“Yes, thank you, Headmaster Coen,” Brie echoed. “It eases my mind, as you and I have been through this once before.”
He chuckled lightly. “Unlike last time, Miss Bennett, there will be no mind-fuck. If you get cold feet, you have only to say the word up until the moment the hot iron touches your skin. After that point, I will be committed to giving you a proper brand.”
Brie took a nervous breath, the weight of what she was about to do hitting her full force. “I will do everything in my power not to move when that time comes, Master Coen.”
“The branding itself is a quick process, but you’ll find the challenge comes in the healing afterwards. It will take months for the burns to settle down and up to a year for the brand to heal. You also run the risk of infection. Do you understand what you are committing to?”
“I do, Master Coen. I understand and accept the risks.”
“Fine.” Master Coen turned to Sir. “I’m satisfied.”
“Good.” Sir then asked Brie, “Would you like to have a drink in honor of your courage before or after your branding?”
Hearing the word ‘branding’ spoken so casually caused her loins to contract in fearful pleasure.
I’m really going to do this…
“Afterwards, Sir. I want to be fully aware. I need to embrace this experience, body and soul.”
Sir pulled a gag from his pocket. Brie had requested it, feeling it would give her a sense of control to be able to bite down on the cloth and muffle any screams she might make.
Brie turned and opened her mouth, allowing him to tie it securely in place. Afterwards, Sir turned her back to face him, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. He stared deep into her eyes, caressing her soul with his intense gaze. When he seemed satisfied with her resolve, he commanded, “Undress for me, téa.”
Numbness took over as she slowly undressed before the two men. The moment became surreal when she folded her clothes. Master Coen directed her to press her torso against the smooth trunk of a huge tree that had washed ashore. Even lying on its side, the log came up to Brie’s waist.
“It will give you the support you need during the branding,” he stated. “If you concentrate on leaning into the trunk, you will avoid flinching and possibly ruining the brand.”
Brie pressed her waist against the smooth trunk, surprised that she would not be bound as she had been at the Training Center. Instead, Sir moved around to the other side of the trunk and took hold of both of her hands, his confident smile giving her courage.
She took a moment to glance around her, soaking in the beauty of their surroundings: the small crescent moon, the ghostly white foam of the waves constantly hitting the beach, and the night sky sprinkled with stars. All of it added to this unique moment in time. Brie felt connected to the universe; humans throughout history had performed rituals such as this to mark moments of deep spiritual significance.
“Look into my eyes, téa.”
Brie focused her gaze solely on Sir.
He stroked her cheek with one hand while still holding tightly onto her wrists with the other, not breaking their bond. “I brand you tonight not only to mark you as mine, téa, but to celebrate your devotion and courage as my submissive. To others it may symbolize my ownership over you, but to me it
announces my undying commitment. There will be no other in my life. Even death will not stand in the way of my commitment to you.”
Brie sighed contentedly. She looked into his eyes again, noting the burning flames from the fire reflected in them. I desire no other to be Master over me.
“Are you ready?” Master Coen asked from behind her.
Brie closed her eyes for a moment. Up until now, it had been a mental surrender. Now it would become a physical one. Still…the peace she felt gave her the courage to nod her head.
The headmaster meticulously cleaned off the area to limit the risk of infection before leaving her side to get the hot iron from the fire.
Sir squeezed her hands tightly and commanded, “Look at me, téa. Do not look away.”
Brie opened her eyes, her gag preventing a verbal answer. She hoped to take her brand in brave silence, but was unsure if she would have the strength.
She felt Master Coen approach and held her breath. She stared at Sir, repeating in her head, This is my outward expression of the love beating inside my heart.
“It is good you have an expert doing this, Miss Bennett,” Headmaster Coen informed her, his voice calm and reassuring. “I know what’s needed to provide the desired result without causing excess damage.” Coen placed his beefy hand on her small waist and barked, “Do not move.”
Brie trembled involuntarily just before he pressed the red-hot metal firmly against the area just above her tailbone. She shrieked into the gag as a white-hot current of pain exploded from her back into her entire body. Despite the extreme pain, Brie kept her eyes open, not wanting to lose contact with Sir—even when the sickening sound of burning skin filled her ears.
Sir’s grip kept her grounded and his eyes conveyed pride and courage. It gave her the ability to remain still. When Master Coen removed the brand, Brie was surprised to feel instant relief. As he carefully put the iron down, the Headmaster informed her, “Your body is in shock. However, it won’t take long for the pain to return. Before it does, I’m going to dress the area to keep it free from infection.”
He placed a cool cloth on her back and Brie groaned in appreciation, but he soon took it away, explaining as he worked, “I’m placing a special bandage on your skin. It has been soaked in a silver solution to provide an extra layer of protection against infection. As per your Master’s request, I will also add compression to the burn. It will help minimize the scarring.” While he wrapped a stocking-like garment around her waist, Sir untied her gag.
The lack of pain and the special care being taken had her worried, and she naively asked, “I will still have a scar, won’t I?”
Master Coen’s laughter filled the night air. “You cannot avoid it, Miss Bennett.”
Sir gathered her gingerly in his arms, explaining, “Although I want to admire your mark, téa, I would like it to heal as cleanly as possible.”
Brie rested her head on his chest, suddenly overtaken by a case of uncontrollable shivering. Shortly after, the pain came back with a vengeance. She began to pant, fighting back the urge to cry at the intensity of it.
Master Coen came to her with ibuprofen and a canteen of water. “It will help with the inflammation, as well as the pain.” Brie looked at it warily, unsure whether she should suffer a little longer to prove her devotion.
“Take it, téa,” Sir ordered.
That immediately ended any questions she had on the subject. Brie closed her eyes as Sir lifted the canteen and she swallowed the cold water, letting it ease her parched throat.
“It is important you keep hydrated, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen instructed. “It will aid the healing process.”
Brie bit her lip and nodded, a whimper almost escaping. With each passing minute, she was finding the pain increasingly unbearable.
“Are you ready?” Master Coen asked Sir.
Brie was shocked to see Sir begin unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his handsome chest to the cold night air. “Sir?”
He positioned her to his right as he braced himself against the thickest part of the log.
Brie gasped when she saw Master Coen clean off the area above Sir’s heart before picking up a second brand from the fire.
Sir smiled down at Brie. “Why are you surprised? I would never ask you to do something that I was unwilling to do myself.”
All the pain she’d been suffering melted away momentarily as she watched Headmaster Coen approach Sir with the new brand. Instead of a capital ‘T’, it was lowercase to represent Sir’s name for her.
“Can I hold your hand, Master?” Brie whispered, suddenly overcome with emotion.
“Yes, téa.”
She took his right hand and cradled it in both of hers. He gazed down at Brie with an aura of calm. “I wear this brand as a reminder to you of your place.”
“Brace yourself,” Master Coen ordered, just before he positioned the brand over Sir’s chest muscle and pressed the metal onto the skin above his heart. Sir squeezed Brie’s hand hard, but his gaze did not waver and no sound escaped his lips.
The smell of burning hair and skin greeted Brie’s nostrils, making her feel woozy. When Master Coen pulled away, Sir let out an energetic grunt and roared, “Fuuuuck!”
He grabbed the back of Brie’s neck with his right hand and sought out her lips. He kissed her deeply, stealing the breath from her lungs with his passion.
“Davis, I need to dress the area,” Master Coen stated, interrupting their impassioned embrace.
Sir reluctantly pulled away and grinned down at her, his eyes flashing with lustful excitement. “Always the caretaker, isn’t he?”
As he cooled the area before placing on the bandage, Master Coen said dryly, “It’s what makes me the perfect headmaster. I don’t let my emotions get in the way of my duty.”
Sir snorted. “Although you may be right in some instances, it does make you a stick-in-the-mud. You might want to loosen up a bit, Headmaster Coen.”
Master Coen shook his head as he handed Sir the ibuprofen and water. “Says the man who was forced to quit the position because he let his emotions get the better of him.”
Sir stated emphatically, “Smartest thing I ever did, Coen.”
His lips met Brie’s again. She closed her eyes and let herself fly through the swirling emotions of love and agony, proud of the fact she now carried the mark of her Master.
Exchanging Places
The weeks following the branding had a sweetness to them. Even though her brand was excruciatingly painful, each day involved a ritual Brie cherished. She would clean and dress Sir’s burn and he, in turn, would care for hers.
It involved lathering the branded area, carefully removing any discharge before rinsing off and patting the skin dry. Sir did it with such tenderness that it reminded Brie of an aftercare session, and she found that time they spent together pleasurable, which offset the pain.
The day Headmaster Coen gave them both a clean bill of health and declared the first stage of healing complete, Sir surprised Brie with a unique challenge as soon as they returned home.
He placed cuffs, rope, and a Wartenberg wheel on the table next to the Tantra chair and held out the blindfold. “Tonight, we switch roles.”
Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I get to be in control, Sir?”
“Yes, téa.”
She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”
“As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive, it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”
She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring at the thought.
Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how you will use that knowledge tonight.”
Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers, Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”
He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her ear, “Dominate me.”
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br /> She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers with her excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”
He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands. She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black blindfold.
“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she purred.
A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring ceremony.
“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above your head.”
“On my back or stomach, téa?”
She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your back, Sir.”
He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with masculine grace.
Brie bit her lip. Where to begin?
She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he have ever expected they would be used in this way?
Probably not…
Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair, feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected turn-on for her.
Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.
But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and pulled away.