Branding and commitment part 3

Branding and commitment part 3

llulu​(נשלטת) • 4 במאי 2006

Branding Part 3

I want to indulge in this habit of mine : to recreate a moment that went far and beyond.

It is after all such a meaningful act for both us. " it came naturally for both of us" as He said later. and rightly so. Symbol enacted in the flesh stamping my submission to Him.

Life is full of these moments of regression when I step a foot forward to feel the water and go backward the whole nine yards since it feels so much out of my comfort zone. Since the first day of my birth I felt this rope pulling me backwards.

And yet, I am looking for a real milestone, ankored in waters, the deeper the better. No limits. This is to be achieved slowly, like an archeological research executed by my partner. Why would any individual invest so much time and effort in order to look for such extreme act , if not love and pleasure, love of pleasure, of all kinds.

Nothing went through my mind at that moment, laying there, naked, face in a mask, training collar, wet between the legs, offered to be branded. Not even doubts or hesitations, although I am so good at them. A sheep to be marked. That wide big buttock, white as snow, to be reddened in a minute.
Just maybe my wimps out of anticipation for the next lash of whip and tears of wax.... Just waiting, willing and tamed....There, in the dark, my only liberty is to imagine: Overflowed by all these pictures and plots I have read from articles about branding, The historical English tradition to mark the prisoners with the initial BC as of Bad Character made me smile. Or kidnapped by a one leg sea-master and branded to "serve" the rest of the ship. Shaken by reality I realize: Branding me today is a calm, serene recognition that I am ready to commit.

I hear the sizzling sound of the iron on my flesh. It is my flesh burning. but I don't move. I want the mark to be perfect as well. I want it. full stop.

part 1

llulu​(נשלטת) • 26 במאי 2006

Strangely enough, I would fear more the removing of a teeth than my branding, yesterday, the day of my 47th birthday; I think I went numb at the prospect of beeing branded, as if it was too big an event to let the load of adrenaline conquer my brain.
Frankly, it was not that painful,. at first; I have been doing with Master more painful and much longer sessions....not that I have grown that used to pain but as if there was so much that had been rolling away through tears already....
when things are deep and strong, two things happened generally; I plunge deep and sit on it, chock it and make as if it deos not really exist.
or I go into a panick and run like a beheaded chicken. In other words, I stress.
Normally, this strange ceremony, my branding by my companion, my Master, my Love, would blow my mind away. what a crazy thing to do... why do I and him should need this kind of special interaction. The power of normalcy is always there to weigh on the exentricity of our desires and erotical practices.
it always take some time, as little as possible, to sweep away this feeling of crazyness, of not being according to the majority and accept my desires for pain and domination as no more than a personal brand of taste.
So my fingers are steady, but my heart is shivering, drifted in moments, rememberances and sensations....the first I remember is by the way, His emotion.

Master was unuasually restless. I suppose the first time, the danger to be taken into account, the permanency of this mark, my reactions and all the unexpected. But particularly, I felt that there was a deep erotical emotion felt by him during this branding process. The very fact of leaving His mark on His posession....now, it was going to become "official".

Why as well, was I so stirred

to be continued

part 2

llulu​(נשלטת) • 26 במאי 2006

Yes...I had cleaned the house frenetically during the day to mask my nervessness. Yes...I was almost disapointed when I learned the branding device might not be ready for that evening. that is when I recognised that I wanted it so much.



How can one describe the immense pleasure of giving pleasure ? I undress, put my training collar on and waited for Master naked, on all four, my legs a bit apart, just enough to let this fragilising feeling of vagina and ass uncovered, given to His stare, wihout shame. I know my bosom is heavy. I know I bow my head shyly. I know my bottom is a sure grasp of flesh. I know I am waiting for him, naked, excited; barren

When I hear the key in the door, I am ready for Him. He passes near me. I don't watch. His hand taps gently on my head. I feel exactly like a bitch waiting for my bone : a caress.



Soon enough my eyes are covered and my mouth silenced. There will be only muffled cries from now on.

I know what is to be pressed on my bottom. I know the shape and the content...but I don't know when.

Writing gives me this emotion again, like a rolling sensation. Back and back again. His breath is the only hold I have of him. From now on, it will be the touch of the whip on my flesh before the ultimate to come. He says :'He wants to heat the flesh to be burned" but deosn't he know already that I am in heat

The stinging tears of the wax are succeding to the bitings of the whips. But my prefered, His hand over my ass, His power on my flesh.

Time to lay on the floor; I have to be immobilised. One leg is tied.my hands are mummyfied, my mouth filled with an improvised gag; When shall I feel the branding .
is my lonely obsession now.
.

He touches my lips. I have removed all pubic hair to be given to Him. His fingers caress me swiftly. No doubts, I am wet and ready'
When ?.

He seems to stand, to walk, to take another instrument. I can't hear his moves now, even his steps are silenced:
I cry a muffle cry, I whine and whimp, I crawl clumsily, my skin still intact is to receive his seal....I want it, only when ?.