The branding iron

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The branding ironSmith sketched carefully, his tongue to the side of his mouth as he remembered doing when trying to draw as a c***d. This was perhaps the ninth or tenth design, and of those five had already been scrunched up and thrown into the waste paper basket. The sketch had to be actual size, four inches square and no larger. That was an imperative because such would represent both a large pendant that could be worn around his mistress’s throat and used for the ‘other purpose’.The design has to include a capital L, for Louise and of course that made it easy to form the vertical and the horizontal left side of square design. But what to have seated within the lap of the capital L? It could be a ladybird perhaps, or a rose. Smith had a rough idea what could be managed by a tattoo artist but he wasn’t what could be fashioned in so neat a space by a artisan working with metal?Both he and Grey were to be branded. There would be a little ceremony in front of his mistress’s closest friends and then the intensely heated metal would be stuck sharply, forcefully against their tensing buttocks. It was going to hurt like hell! But Mistress had assured him that dressings would be immediately applied. It was just that he wouldn’t find it comfortable to sit down for a while. Smith hated Grey. He hated him with a passion. So when his mistress (once upon a time wife) had asked him to plan the branding iron design, Smith had felt a strange and perverse oneupmanship over his rival.Mistress came in to see how he was getting along. Today she wore cream leather jeans and white leather high heeled boots. There were nights, long nights where she wore the black latex and the strap on dildo, but during the day dominance came with a more feminine touch. Smith had never wanted her more. Even though she had divorced him and secured their large house, as well as a large share of his pension, he still worshipped her. Now he lived a shed, disguised to look rather quaint and rustic, at the end of the large garden of her house, down amongst the orchard trees.She came behind him, stepping into the cabin and to the desk where he worked before the picture window. He could smell her heady scent immediately. A second set of steps caused Smith to glance back. Gray was standing there too, trembling, and with the mark of the riding crop across his face. Smith looked again. Yes, Gray had been disciplined. It wasn’t in that embarrassingly pleasurable way across the buttocks, it was a proper censure across his face. Smith smiled as he turned back to the image on the paper. Good, he thought.‘Let me see’ said his mistress.She moved her immaculately manicured fingers towards the drawing. When he looked up at her with pleading eyes, she allowed Smith to kiss her extravagant citrine cocktail ring. Last night Mistress had received a lover. This one güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri had stayed overnight, a powerful brooding sort of man. Because it had been a warm evening and the windows were open, Smith had listened to the stranger fucking his mistress as the moon rose full. Gray hadn’t heard that. His own rudimentary cabin was around near the stable yard. Gray (huh!), Gray heard nothing!As Mistress pointed out a detail her gold Rolex watch slipped down her wrist. it had cost Gray £14,000. Even for the fucking accountant that was a substantial sum. Smith smiled again, covertly, to himself looking down. He wondered how Gray would explain his marked up face on Monday, in the office.‘How long will the handle be here?’ Mistress asked.Smith cleared his throat, ‘As you direct M’am, but perhaps something the length of a poker. It should not be unwieldy.’Mistress ran her finger over the design at the end, following the scroll work around the L. Smith hoped that it pleased her. To their rear Gray was still smarting from the beating. He seemed petrified.‘Stop snivelling and go and fetch your new master from the house’ Mistress said to Gray. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at him. ‘I want Carl to help me chose a design.’There thought Smith. That was it. That was what had got Gray whipped across the face. No matter how much money he gifted his mistress, the watch, a substantial part of the sum for her Porsche Carrera, it never precluded a day when she would take not just a lover but a new partner from her own class. Gray probably presumed something. Perhaps Gray had even complained that the man still lay in her bed when he had come into the house to tidy up.After Gray had gone Mistress said.‘His name is Carl, but you will address him as master, or when referring to him affectionately with others, Master Carl.’‘Yes Mistress’ said Smith. He said it quickly, brightly, so as to assure her that all was accepted.‘You’re far more amenable than Gray aren’t you Smith’ she said and put a hand on his shoulder, ‘even before I divorced you, you showed respect for the men that I dated.’‘Thank you Mistress. I’m grateful…for my place.’She looked down at him, drinking in the sincere and abject submission. It was intensely pleasurable to see him so so submissive. Smith thought of the new masters cock in her perfect sex, squirting, squirting in his superior seed. There would be no sheath, the sounds he heard on the night air were of bareback sex.‘Kiss me’ she told him.He looked up at her wonderingly. First, the ring again. He kissed with pursed lips. Then, when she presented her cream leather clad buttocks to him, he kissed those as well. She watched him do it, enjoying his capitulation, his soft lipped adulation of her womanhood, her choices, her rise to riches. smith suspected that she used Gray güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri for his money. But there was pleasure here, an intimate pleasure in subjugating a man who once believed himself equal to her.‘If you learn to suck master’s cock, then I might take you as our boudoir slave’ she said softly.Smith gulped. He was astonished. The thought of seeing his mistress’s body again, quite so often, quite so intimately, cleaving to the hard thrusting torso of a strong male…it made him tremble.There were voices coming down the garden and then the door to the cabin opened. Instinctively Smith got up from his chair and dropped to his knees. Mistress seemed pleased by the instant response. She kissed her lover.‘Look at these…I’m having them branded rather than tattooed and I wondered which design you liked best darling?’The man who had a large frame and a blood stained signet ring on his right hand started to flick through the drawings on the desk. Smith stole a look at Gray. The fucker had a split lip now. The little bastard was going to have a hard conversion to the new life. Femdom mistress and a lover who encouraged the worst in her.‘You draw these?’ the big man demanded.‘yes master’ Smith answered immediately, remembering not to look up unless bade. It was one of Mistress’s rules.‘You have them both to heel Louise?’ the man asked.‘Yes’ said Mistress.‘Going to show me, whilst we look through the designs?’Mistress smiled. ‘OK!’ she said.I watched her unbutton her leather jeans. I watched her immaculate manicured fingers ease open the button of her fly. Her cunt was neatly trimmed and matted with the semen from their love making last night.‘Here’ said Mistress and directed Smith to her sex. He waited, looked up and she nodded. Then he started to suckle in the required way. Her sex was smeared, stringy, sticky, but Smith licked gratefully. Gray was directed to her rear. He scowled covertly at Smith as he dropped to his knees and started to wet mistress’s buttocks.‘Neat trick!’ said the man and he kissed her slowly.‘You don’t mind?’ she asked. It had seemed a sensual but a wickedly cruel thing to do, enslaving two men because of all that she wanted to have.It’s fucking sexy’ he assured her and started to neck with her whilst Smith and Gray served below. The more her slaves licked her, the more Carl kissed her, the raunchier she felt.‘Smith is biddable, he will come to cock’ she told him.He chuckled. That was unreal, right?‘He will’ she assured him. When he unbuttoned his fly, she nodded to her lover again, ‘promise, he will’.Louise’s lover pulled out his cock which was already engorged with blood and hard. If he feared injury in Smith’s mouth then he didn’t show it. Smith licked his master’s cock. It tasted of where it had been last night. he smelled Mistress Louise on the man’s güvenilir bahis şirketleri groin. Closing his eyes he took the full cock head into his mouth and sucked nicely.‘That OK darling?’ she mewed to him. Her eyes followed his, everywhere. She watched them close.‘yeah’ groaned the man. It was the strangest and strongest feeling in the world having another man suck your dick.‘I love you’ she simpered, ‘he’s very good. He’s no trouble…’Smith was tugging on cock. His head swam with shame, but he tugged nonetheless.‘You can make him do anything…we can have him attend us in the bedroom…if you want’ she whispered.‘yeah’ said the man. His cock was so hard then, so hard and so ugly large. Smith fought the urge to gag.‘What do you want done with the other one?’ Mistress asked the man. There was a doubt in her voice. The split lip, the riding crop mark.‘He’ll bend, I’ll see to that’ said her lover.‘Really?’ Mistress asked. Perhaps it was time to dispense with Gray. Smith glanced up. He could hope.‘He will’ said Master Carl, ‘then keep him as your toilet serf.’Mistress blinked. Had Carl actually said that!‘No toilet paper, he’s got to learn humility’ said her lover.Mistress giggled. That was dirty. It was dirty raunchy! She sought the man’s kiss quickly.‘I’d love that’ she admitted.‘Good’ said the man.‘You want to use this one’s mouth for a orgasm babe?’ he asked her. Master Carl pointed down to Smith who was still licking glans.‘Yes’ said Mistress. She took hold of Smith’s head and brought it hard against her sex. Smith licked as best he could and Gray was compelled back on his haunches. He couldn’t keep touch as her buttocks moved and clenched. Now, thought Smith, Mistress’s sex is like a beak. She bashes it into me, so that her pubic bone seems to sc**** down my nose. He did what he could, lashing his tongue out of forward so that he caught of her divine sex what he could. She groaned softly, her sex squirting little jets of lady cum. She held onto the big man, panting with the pleasure of it.‘Carl! God…watching you fuck his mouth…I….I love you!’ she did her best with the words.‘I know, I know’ he soothed stroking her lustrous hair.He pulled up her jeans and did up the buttons. Smith fell back on his haunches too, his face was wet from the suckling. He looked across at Gray, exhausted but triumphant. He pictured Gray waiting outside the bathroom to lick Mistress’s bottom clean. He imagined Mistress pissing in his smirky little face. Smith smiled cruelly.‘I like this design’ said Master Carl, pointing to the L with the ladybird. You got someone who can make this?’Mistress nodded, ‘Yes, Beth does both jewellery and light foundry work, she would love to make this.’They kissed slowly, indulgently. It was supremely affectionate. Smith realised that they had indeed fallen in love. It made his heart leap and dive like a roller coaster. Gray’s head dropped.‘I want Smith branded on the shoulder, I want people to know that he’s yours. I want him marked there because he comes to the boudoir.’Mistress nodded, ‘yes, of course.’‘The other one’ said Master, ‘he is to branded on the arse, you can guess why’.Mistress giggled.

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