Part 1:
I thought I’d take a few minutes to share my branding experiences for those of you who may want to brand or be branded.
My first brands were placed on my left and right ass cheeks nearly 20 years ago now by Mistress Angela Maria of Columbus, Ohio. She burned her initials (i.e., "A" and "M") into ass cheeks that, at the time, belonged to her. She was considerate enough to do one initial at a time with a period of approximately one month in between. It was, of course, necessary to tie me down over a padded bench so that her ass was fully exposed and secured to keep it from moving during the process.
She burned the letter "A" into her left ass cheek using the edge of a pair of scissors. She would heat the edge of the scissors with a gas flame until hot enough to burn flesh. She would then place the hot edge on her left ass cheek three different times to form the letter "A". Of course, she had to re-heat the edge of the scissors before each new part of the letter "A" was burned into her left ass cheek. In other words, it took three different cycles of heating the scissors and burning the flesh to form the letter "A".
For the letter "M", she used a coat hanger that had been shaped into the letter "M" by another one of her slaves. A length of coat hangar extended from the letter "M" to serve as a handle. A piece of cloth on the handle prevented her from burning her hand when she heated up the coat hangar using a gas flame. This time, she was able to burn the letter "M" into her right ass cheek with one application. Looking back, the "M" was less painful than the "A" because it was burned into her ass cheek with one application versus the three applications required for the letter "A".
It took the better part of 8 to 10 weeks for the brands to fully heal. This assured that I remembered her each and every time that I sat down at work, at home or elsewhere. The month between brands allowed me to shift most of my body weight to the unbranded cheek, in the case of the first brand, and to the other less painful cheek, in the case of the second brand.
Part 2:
It was to be nearly 10 years before my next branding experience. Ownership of this worthless hide had by then transferred to Lady Trisha of Columbus, Ohio. She did not very much like having someone else's brands on her property and set out to mark her property appropriately.
Her first brand came in a small hotel room. She had ordered me to show for what I thought was to be a regular session. Unbeknownst to me, She had secretly plugged in her traveling iron and hidden it from view in the room. The session proceeded as they normally did. She ordered me onto my back and tied me spread-eagled onto the bed. My arms and legs were both secured well to the bed.
Next came the blindfold. She always wanted to make sure I didn't know what was coming. The only senses now available to me were hearing and smell. Neither one of these senses prepared me for what was to come next. It seemed like only a few seconds before I felt her climb onto me and the bed. She positioned herself on my belly further restricting my movement.
It was at this point that she reminded me about our previous conversations about branding and how much she wanted to place her mark on me. I was in the midst of telling her that I would gladly make branding irons out of two coat hangers for her to use at a future session when the first slice of searing heat struck me. With my vision obstructed, I was not able to see her raise the iron to one side of my chest. Turning the iron on edge, she struck by sliding the edge across my chest from just below and left of my right nipple to just below and right of my left nipple. A six inch burn now stretched horizontally in the center of my chest below my nipples. The top bar of the letter "T" was now in place on my chest.
My reaction was instant yet subdued. I instantly sucked in a lung full of air and tensed every muscle in my body in an attempt to get away from the burn. I still don't know to this date why I didn't scream out in pain. It was probably the suddenness with which she struck. The smell of burned flesh rising to my nostrils was brief but over-powering. If you are ever branded so closely to your nose, you will know the smell of which I speak. In any event, I now knew that another burn was to follow if she was to complete the letter "T" being burned into my chest. That probably made the next stroke even more painful.
It seemed like She had changed her mind, however, as She almost immediately got up from the bed without completing her work. My relief was short lived, however, as it quickly became clear that she had only gotten up to warm the iron back up and place a ball gag into my mouth. She apparently thought I would not be as quiet the second time around. As it turned out, this was a relief for me as it was an indication of her permission for me to scream as much as I wanted.
The second burn, unfortunately, did not come unexpectedly. All of my available senses were cued to pick up on even the slightest indication of what was to come. She had no interest, however, in concealing her approach this time. As she picked up the hot iron and approached the bed, she gave me a running de***********ion of what she was doing. As she knelt on the bed, I twitched involuntarily trying without success to get away from what was coming my way. She now knelt on the bed at my right side. Before striking, she held the iron close enough to my chest to feel the heat. I tried to sink away into the bed but could find no escape. The heat seemed to draw away from my chest as she said, "Now would be a good time to prepare yourself." It was then that she struck swiping the edge of the hot iron from the recently completed burn down towards my navel along the middle of my chest approximately four inches. The letter "T" now sat boldly emblazoned in red searing heat on my chest. The redness was slowly replaced with the whiteness of dead and blistered flesh.
Upon completion, she was very happy to see her mark on her property. She was even happier to see that her property was now sporting a very hard prick for her enjoyment. Her first act in testing the strength of that hardness was to move the still hot iron down in close proximity so that I could feel the heat and fear that she was ready to strike anew. After all, her last initial "D" was still to be placed on her property. Fortunately for me, she relented and moved onto other activities. That, however, was not to be the last time she burned her marks onto the skin of her property.
An interesting side note to this story... Approximately six months later, I had occasion to visit the emergency room with chest pains. You could well imagine the questions and embarrassment that followed when first the nurse and later the doctor asked what the marks on my chest were for. Apparently, their first thought was that I had undergone open heart surgery. My answer to both, however, was that it was a "love wound." That seemed to satisfy them but I can well imagine the conversations that followed over the coffee pot later. As my chest pains turned out to be heartburn, I was probably closer to the mark than they could have known.
Part 3:
Over the next few weeks, Lady Trisha became of two minds when it came to the brand on my chest. She certainly enjoyed having her property so prominently marked but she did not care for the craftsmanship afforded by her traveling iron. The top bar of the "T" was good and straight running parallel to a line connecting my nipples. However, the upright bar of the "T" was crooked and slanted from left to right and top to bottom. Moreover, it faded quickly to a point that she did not find acceptable in only a few months.
She began to explore the possibility of finding a more professionally made branding iron. Specifically, she wanted to combine the two letters of her name (i.e., "T" and "D") into a single brand. The idea she had was to overlap the "T" and the "D" so that they formed what looked like a single breast with a nipple protruding. This was accomplished by rotating the "T" counter-clockwise by 90 degrees and laying the top bar of the "T" on top of the vertical bar on the "D". The bottom of the "T" would then extend to the right beyond the midpoint of the "D". Having prepared a draft of this using drawing software, she ordered me to find a company on the internet and order her new branding iron.
It took surprisingly little time to find a company on the internet that was willing to manufacture the desired implement. They could provide it in a gas heated version or in a single unit that could be heated electrically. The only drawback was that they made these devices primarily to mark wood furniture for security purposes. This turned out to cause a minor yet bearable problem (i.e., bearable for her).
She did not use the new branding iron when I first delivered it into her hands. Instead, she waited for some time so that I would not know when it was coming. When it came, it came as suddenly and unexpectedly as the top bar of the original "T". She had once again secured me spread-eagled face-up to the bed with my eyes blindfolded. She had already taken the new branding iron into another room to plug it in and start the heating process. When the time was right, She retrieved the hot branding iron and, sitting on my belly to further restrict my movement and lining up the branding iron to ensure that it was properly placed directly between my nipples on my chest and oriented so that the protruding nipple pointed to the right, She firmly pressed the hot iron into my flesh. The heat from this branding iron was hotter than any previous branding implement had been. You can only imagine the aroma that wafted lazily into my nostrils so close to the area being branded. She held it in place longer than she had during her previous branding to ensure that the brand would be clear and easily discernible in the months and years ahead. It worked every bit as well as she had hoped, with one minor yet bearable problem.
As I said earlier, the branding irons made by this company were intended for use on furniture. They were created by cutting the outline of the brand into a piece of carbon steel. The inner open portions of the letter "D" were created by cutting out the metal to a depth of only approximately one eighth of an inch. At this depth, the branding iron would easily burn the desired pattern into the rigid surface of wood. As wood surfaces are slightly more rigid and resistant to pressure than human skin, however, the inner portions of the letter "D" were easily burned into the skin. There was still, however, a slight separation between the ridges on the branding iron and the recessed portions of the brand. In other words, it was still easy to see the pattern of the brand even though more skin was burned than originally planned. As I said, this was a minor yet bearable problem for her. It was a slightly less bearable problem for me. It took several weeks for the brand to fully heal.
Lady Trisha later told me about another slave on which she used this same branding iron. In this case, she did not unplug the branding iron before using it on her slave. I’m sure that it was even hotter than the time she used it on my chest. Despite the fact that he had asked her to mark him with this branding iron, he never came back for another session. The moral of this story is, always be sure of what you are asking for before you ask for it. You may actually get what you ask for.
At this point, it is probably good to discuss the healing of brands. My first thought when I was first branded over 20 years ago was to apply an antibiotic ointment and sterile bandage until the wound healed. This turned out to be impossible on a large burn on my ass. In the end, the best treatment turned out to be no treatment. Allowing fresh air to the burned area as much as possible was the best treatment. This meant staying off of my ass (or at least the cheek that was branded), as much as possible. Of course, this was not always possible. Every time it happened, my underwear stuck to the wound. This made it necessary for me to gently pry the underwear away from the wound when I stood up. Of course, this often took part of the scab with it adding to the pain I suffered for her pleasure. It also ruined more than a couple pairs of underway. In the case of the brands on my chest, this was considerably easier as I rarely sat or leaned on my chest. It still hurt, however, every time I moved my arms as this motion caused the flesh on my chest to ripple with the movement.
Part 4:
My next branding experience came most unexpectedly and by a means that I had never even considered. About three years ago, I read a series of stories about forced bisexual experiences in a magazine called Dominant Mystique. I decided to contact the professional dominatrix involved and seek an audience. My original intent in seeing this professional dominatrix was to have a forced bisexual experience and not to be branded. The brand turned out to be an unwanted blessing, however, as you will find out in the next and last part of this series.
It turned out that her dungeon was in New York so I arranged a session for a little birthday present to myself. It was about an eight hour drive from my home in Ohio so I planned my arrival for around mid-afternoon. My appointment was set for later that evening and I wanted to make sure I was not late. After getting a hotel room and a light dinner, I presented myself at her dungeon door. Upon arrival, the Mistress had me strip for inspection. I’m not sure which she noticed first, the brands or my piercings (I’ll save those for another series of stories). As it turns out, however, it was the brands that captured her imagination. The "A" and "M" on my ass cheeks had faded badly but were still visible after nearly 20 years. Lady Trisha's brands on my chest were much more easily seen. The sight of these brands apparently sparked her imagination as she began to plan her branding of this worthless piece of meat.
The session started with me being stretched face down on a device not unlike a medieval rack. Ropes were attached to my ankles and wrists and my body was stretched taut. Additional ropes were used to secure my waist and legs to the table. The session started with Mistress using a paddle and cat-o-nine tails to redden my backside. As it turns out, she was simply tenderizing the meat for what was to follow. It was at this point that two other slaves arrived. They were ordered to strip and move to the head of the rack, one on either side. Mistress ordered them to step forward and place their limp dicks in my open hands and I was ordered to get them erect.
Unbeknownst to me, Mistress had set down the cat-o-nine tails and taken into hand a hot melt glue gun. While I was focused on getting her other slaves hard, she moved up to focus on my left cheek. As I was focused on massaging these not too impressive dicks to erectness, Mistress moved in closely on my left cheek with the hot melt glue gun. The searing and long-lasting pain struck suddenly and unexpectedly in my left cheek. It was only my life-long breeding as a submissive that prevented me from painfully grabbing or squeezing the growing dicks in my hands. The pain seemed to go on forever moving from the top to the bottom of my left ass cheek. Of course, I couldn’t see what she was doing but Mistress had laid down a thick bead of hot melt glue on my left cheek forming the letter "F." The heat only slowly eased up as hot melt glue does not rapidly cool on contact. Several minutes passed before the glue had cooled to body temperature. In the process, several layers of the skin on my ass had died directly under the bead of hot melt glue.
I had only begun to recover from the searing pain caused by the heat of the hot melt glue, when another equally painful experience began. Mistress peeled the cooled hot melt glue from my ass starting at the top. With the cooled hot melt glue came several layers of skin from my ass cheek directly underneath the cooled hot melt glue. As the dead skin was peeled away, additional layers of still living skin underneath the dead skin were pulled with it tearing the flesh from my ass in a slow continuous fashion from the top to the bottom. In its wake was a bloody yet well-defined letter "F." Of course, the experience was not yet over as Mistress had to apply a painful bath of alcohol to prevent infection. I will probably never know why she stopped at just one initial on my left cheek but thankfully she did.
As it turned out, the two other men involved in this session had significantly less interest in being there than I did. It seemed more like a forced bisexual experience for them than it was for me. One slave could barely get it up and, after dribbling a little piss into my mouth, swore to his Mistress that he had cum and was done. She let him go and I was glad to be rid of him. The other man had a little better time of it but he was a whiner. The Mistress forced him to get his dick hard and stick it in my ass. However, he was no sooner there than he started begging to be let out of the session. She eventually relented and sent him home as well. The session ended with me masturbating on the floor. The only memorable thing to come out of this highly forgettable experience was the unexpected brand and I had an eight hour drive home to remember it by.
Part 5:
As you can well imagine, Lady Trisha was not at all pleased to see a new brand on her ass. The very next session was painful to say the least, especially on a freshly branded ass. That was not to be the end of it, however. Lady Trisha promised to obliterate that new brand as well as the brands of Mistress Angela Maria that had long bothered her as soon as her ass cheek had healed. It was barely six (6) months later when the time came to follow through on her promise. It should be noted that the letter “F” branded on my left cheek by a New York Mistress using a hot melt glue gun eventually healed completely leaving no permanent mark. Now, when I described Lady Trisha’s branding iron in a previous installment, I failed to mention the size of the finished brand. The branding iron leaves a two inch (2”) by two inch (2”) brand. This was certainly large enough to cover the existing brands on her ass.
This time, she let her anger run loose and made sure I knew well ahead of our session that the new brand on her ass was going to be replaced during our next session. This brand was not going to be sneaking up on me. Upon arrival, she made sure that I saw her take the branding iron out of her bag and plug it in to begin heating. She then ordered me onto the bed where she tied me on my back and blindfolded me in preparation for receiving her golden wine. Giving me her golden nectar was usually the opening salvo of each session as she wanted to relieve any internal pressure so that she could better enjoy what was to follow. On some occasions, she even followed it up with a small brown chunk of her latest meal – usually followed by a graham cracker. After all, a spoon full of sugar does help the medicine go down.
After she was relieved of any internal pressures, she set about getting comfortable and getting me uncomfortable. She accomplished this by untying my arms and legs and ordering me over onto my belly. Of course, the blindfold was removed for this portion of the session. She even added another rope around my waist to better secure her ass to the bed. By now, the branding iron was visibly hot. Without unplugging the branding iron, to make sure that it stayed as hot as possible, she climbed onto the back of my legs to further secure me to the bed. Of course, she wanted to hear me scream so no gag was used this time. In order to make sure I knew exactly what was going on behind my back, Lady Trisha described what She was about to do. “Now, I’m going to start your branding on the count of three,” She started. “I will then hold the branding iron firmly against my ass cheek for a count of three to make sure that the old brands are completely obliterated,” She continued. “Are you ready,” She concluded. Of course, I said no to which she only laughed and started to count with justified glee “One….two…three….”
No amount of tensing could prepare me for what came next. The first sensation was a burning feeling in my left ass cheek. It was the kind of burning feeling a young child gets the first time they touch a hot stove. In this case, however, I could not involuntarily or voluntarily jerk my ass away from the burning sensation. I swear that the next sensation was that of the skin around the edge of the branding iron bubbling as fat and water within the tissue was cooked off. There was a barely audible sizzling sound like the sound of bacon in a fry pan. It seemed like the three count she used in holding the branding iron to my left ass cheek was being counted a good deal more slowly than the three count leading up to the start of the brand. All the time, I was biting into the pillow and screaming as loudly as my voice and the pillow would allow. A reaction that clearly only brought her more joy. It seemed like that sizzling sound would never end. Eventually, however, it did as she lifted the hot branding iron from my ass to get a first look at her work. Of course, I could not see the results of her handiwork but she seemed very happy with her effort. It was at this point when the only good thing to happen so far in this branding session was revealed. She was only going to brand one cheek this time. Of course, this meant that the other cheek would have to wait for another time. It only had two months to wait as it turns out.
She took special joy in using her left hand to lift her body off of mine by pressing it firmly into the freshly burned ass cheek. Once she got up and put the branding iron aside to cool, she stood to the side of the bed admiring her work. It seemed mere seconds but was probably closer to a few minutes before she untied me and ordered me back over onto my back, or should I say back over onto her freshly branded ass. You can well imagine how much she enjoyed sitting on my legs and body to force her freshly burned ass into the bed every chance she got for the rest of that session.
For some reason, the left cheek always took longer to heal than did the right cheek so the left cheek had not completely healed when She branded the right cheek two months later in much the same manner as she had the left. Now, all appearance of the recent brand as well as the old brands of Mistress Angela Maria could no longer be seen. Only the brands of Lady Trisha could be seen on both the left and right cheeks of her ass as well as her slave’s chest.
Note to readers – Although this is the last of the brands applied to this slave, it is not the end of the story. Last Christmas, I found a new place on the Internet where I could buy smaller branding irons. These branding irons are about one inch (1”) by one inch (1”) and are sold for use in branding steaks for the grill. It was not possible to get these in the same unique brand that Lady Trisha’s larger branding iron sports. Instead, I bought two branding irons, a letter “T” and a letter “D”. Sometime soon, Lady Trisha will use these branding irons to mark her property once again. This time, the brands will be placed side by side directly above the CB 2000 she has locked on her slave’s pitiful cock. When this happens, a new part of this story will be written. Until then, what’s that sizzling?
