The huge party that began early in the afternoon on Saturday was a whirlwind of color, lights, music, food and drink. The party goers were obviously quite used to the best of everything and Stephen had provided just that.

Abby was almost overwhelmed. Stephen moved among his guests with ease, chatting, laughing, joking and always Abby was on his arm. Occaisionally, a hand would slide unobtrusively over her ass or caress a taut nipple through the thin sheer material of the gown she wore. She was well aware that the dress did nothing to hide any of her considerable charms. The material was wispy at best. It tended to enhance rather than hide anything. Stephen had ordered that she wear only garters, stockings and heels beneath the gown. At first she knew that she was wearing a bright red flush of embarassment, but as the evening wore on, even that began to subside.

Eve, on the arm of Tom, was radiant as well. Her gown, while not as revealing, did nothing to hide her quite curvy figure. Tom was quiet and reserved. He followed Stephen about the room. His eyes were ever watchful. He wasn't watching Stephen. He was watching the rest of the room. At times Abby caught him with his wrist to his mouth and only after she noticed the ear piece running behind his ear and down under his jacket did she understand that he was in constant contact wih the security detail around the estate.

Dinner was a banquet of unparalleled grandeur. 9 course in all, plus wine, drinks, and of course afer dinner aperitifs. As the Dinner portion of the evening began to wind down, a soft gong sounded. ALmost immediately Eve appeared at Abby's elbow, indication Abby was to follow. Obediently, she fell in with the other woman who led her out of the dining room down the hall and into a door she had not previously noticed. Probably because it was disguised to look like a piece of paneling on the all. The corridor ran to a set of steep stairs going up and up and up. She followed Eve until they emerged in a small room outfitted as a dressing room. Eve turned and looked at Abby. On the tablet she wrote. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Abby nodded her assent and Eve began to remove Abby's clothing until she stood stark naked. From a cabinet she took a set of leather cuffs which went around Abby's wrists. A similar set when around her ankles and a haevy steel collar went around her neck. Lastly, a velvet hood was placed over her head, leaving her in total darkness.

Abby wasn't sure how long she stood in the darkness. In time she felt hands on each of her arms leading her forward. She felt a cool draft of air as they passed through a doorway. The hands lifted her wrists and attached the cuffs above her head and spread wide pulled taut. The hands urged her feet wide apart as well and she could feel that the cuffs on her ankles were attached firmly to something holding her legs apart. Thus she stood, until suddenly, the hood was lifted from her head and she found herself staring out into a room in which the assembled guests were seated at tables looking back at her, spread eagle on a small stage. Twisting to look around, she found Stephen standing to one side of her, Eve standing slightly behind him. On the other side sat a brazier in which hot coals could be seen burning. From the brazier extended the handles of a number of irons. She gulped, suddenly realizing exactly what those were for.

Stephen stepped forward and began to speak, his voice deep and controlled.

"Friends, I have invited you hear for a very special purpose. You are all aware of the deep significance of what we are about to do. For the benefit of Abby and our new guests I will explain. Abby has consented to become my branded consort. She will wear my mark as a symbol of her love for me and for her devotion to me as her Master and Owner. She does this willingly. Many of you know that I have marked slaves in the past, but I have never done so in this special ceremony before, you, my friends. This is as much an expression of my feelings for Abby as it is for her feelings for me."

Turning to you, he steps directly in front of you and looks in your eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Your throat to dry to speak, you simply nod.

"Very Well."

Moving behind you, he looks at Eve.

"Give me the first iron"

You can hear movement and then, without warning or preparation you experience the most intense pain you have ever felt. The iron bearing Stephens initals, sears into the flesh of your left buttock. THe smell of burning flesh and the sizzle of it searing into your flesh. Unable to contain yourself, you scream in agony. Your body jerks and convulses as your legs give way and you hang from your wrists. You can barely hear Stephen speak.

"Eve, the other iron."

Even now knowing what is coming, you still cannot prepare yourself. The second iron strikes on your other ass cheek and again your bode convulses in pain and your scream a long high pitched wail of absolute and uncontained agony.

Moving in front of you, Stephen lifts your chin and looks at your now tear streaked face.

Raching down, he takes your left breast, rolls the nipple between his fingers that applies a surgical forcep loop clamp. In a pain induced haze you cannot fathom what is going on now. Then you see it. Eve hands him the needle and, with one quick thrust, he pushes the needle through the base of your nipple. Eve hands him the ring, solid god and with a small gold tag hanging from it. He follows the needle back through your nipple with the ring, screws the lock ring together and then, to your horror, applies the clamp to your other nipple. QUickly and efficiently he pierces the other nipple and places a similar ring there as well.

Then turning to the guests he speaks again.

"My friends. This is Abby. My pride, my property, my love. Welcome her"

With those words, the crowd began to rise and move forward to the stage as you hang from the straps, your legs still unwilling to bear your weight, your breasts on fire.