I looked down at your cum-stained face. The look of shock when you heard that we'd been filming you was enough to convince me that I needed to go ahead with the branding. You were begging and not cooperating when Burt and I untied you, but we still managed to strap you face down onto a leather saw horse with your wrists and ankles cuffed securely to its legs. "I wouldn't have struggled if I were you, slut," Amanda said giggling, "that only made things worse." we discuss what we're going to do. The words "Property of Jake K." would be branded on to the right cheek of your ass. Later, if you could prove that you deserve to be my slave, I'll have the word "Slave" tatooed onto the small of your back, but at the moment you're just my property, an object I own. "You wanna give her a pair of nipple rings?" Amanda asked, "her nipples are already pierced anyway." "I will--eventually," I said, "but not for the time being. I want her nipples to heal up so I can pierce them again--and again."

"You hear that, slut?" Amanda purred into your ear as she played with your exposed pussy, "isn't that exciting?" In the meantime Burt and I were heating up the branding irons. Because of the number of letters the branding couldn't be done all at once. We'd have to do it a couple of letter at a time. To stop you from babbling and crying, Amanda gave you a dildo to suck on. And then you could feel the heat of the branding iron near your ass...