When Mistress says that i will be branded as her property i don't understand her. I can't imagine that she actually is talking about pressing a glowing hot piece of iron on my skin. Only when she finally gets up and fetches the iron, i'm in total turmoil. I can't think properly. The thoughts are whirling around in my head. 'Yes, i want to do it, i want to be her property, forever' mixes and fights with 'No, Zoe, you're nuts, you've got your whole life ahead of you, you want kids, a family, a career, don't do that'. Kids? Family? Career? Do i really want to forgo all that? Is serving and pleasing my Mistress more important than to make my plans for my life come true? There are so many questions i have, so many things to consider, so many thoughts to think. But before i can really start to think i already know what i want right now, and i know i may regret it one day in the future, but still can't help myself. YES! I want to be her property, i need it, crave it. More than anything else.

„Yes, please Mistress, mark me as your property“ i finally whisper.

Then i'm bent over the sofa, my naked butt exposed. I try to brace myself for the pain i know will be terrible. But there is nothing to prepare me for the immense pain shooting through all of my body when she finally presses the iron agains the skin on my buttock. I scream and bite a cushion but it doesn't stop to hurt. I can smell my burning flesh and feel the tears running down my cheeks and almost pass out. Finally she removes the iron again, but of course the pain doesn't stop, not even when Mistress kisses my butt and rubs some ointment on the branding and applies a bandage.
When she tells me to stand up again she wipes away my tears, kissing me. I take her hand and place it between my legs, to show her how slopping wet i have become despite the pain. She smiles at me appraisingly and just to see that expression makes it totally clear that i made the right decision.

„You will move your belongings here tomorrow. You will only bring your personal belongings, no furniture or anything.“ I look up from my daydreaming, startled. What about my apartment, my furniture? She merely laughs at me. „You don't need all that crap anymore. You will get rid of everything next week. Wait, i've gotta think about that first. Maybe i want you not to be here at all times and having another place for you might come handy.“ I almost start to argue with her, but then i remember that there is now a large MC burned onto my butt and that this MC means that i'm her property. And although i'm not used to being a property yet and don't understand all the implications this has on my life, one thing is pretty clear: As a possession of Mistress i'm in no position to argue. So i just nod my head and follow her to the bedroom where i do what is expected of me: Doing my duty and pleasing her in every way she wants.

While i'm lying curled up at her feet i think of the future: Will Mistress allow me to keep on working or does she want me to stay home all the time? Will she give me away to others, lend me out to other Masters and Mistresses? Will she put me on auction again or show me off at parties? Maybe let others have their way with me while she's watching me?

I don't find sleep for a long time, and it's not because the branding still hurts. I'm afraid and happy, worried and satisfied, all simultaneously.
Sunday i prepare breakfast and when i want to sit on the chair i'm told that i should eat on the floor. Oh my, that suits me fine, i don't think i can sit on my buttock for the next couple of days anway. I wonder how i will work tomorrow.
Then i go to my apartment and pack two suitcases: Clothes, a few personal items, some books. Duh, all my life is in two suitcases. I'm sure travelling light these days.