His Desent into Slavery 8

Dianna continued, “Now it is to be the top two teeth, isn’t it Rebecca?”

“Yes that’s right” my wife said. “I can’t have him hurting a mistresses or clients nipple.”

“Will he be with a male or she male master or client?” Dianna asked.

“Of course Dianna, that is where there’s some good money to be earnt” my wife retorted.

With that Dianna produced a tailors measuring tape. She measured across my two top teeth. “Just over half an inch Rebecca. Do you know of a male penis that small in width?”

My God, I thought. My mouth was required for this purpose as well, and teeth were in the way? God no.

“You make a good point Dianna. What’s the gap including the other two teeth either side?”

She measured again. “About an inch and a quarter.” she said.

“Well that sounds wide enough. We’ll go with that then and thank you Dianna for being alert to this.”

“As four are coming out I’ll just add some more ice to the side upper gums.”

My mouth was becoming very numb. As the ice was placed there it stung with the cold. Now I couldn’t feel much. The sponge in my mouth was absorbing all the water. Dianna then moved behind me and started talking to Rebecca in a loud whisper. From where I was lying I could see quite a group gathered around to watch this.

“So, where is the engraving?” Dianna asked.

“I knew you were dying to see it. Look, this is it.”

“Wow” Dianna exclaimed. “It’s stunning. Look at the detail in it. I love how he’s carved the R. So much detail. It stands a lot prouder than I’ve seen before. Is it chrome?” she asked.

What were they talking about. An R, detail and chrome.

“No” said Rebecca. It’s palaidium. It can be ground to a fraction of an inch and not chip. It’s heating properties are quite fast, but, to secure a perfect brand it has to be held on the spot for a minimum of 5 seconds. It burns deeper but provides an exact replica in scar tissue.”

Shit, shit, I thought. I was going to be branded. I thought marked was a tattoo, not a brand like cattle get. What would Sienna think, was all that raced through my mind. Barcoded with a tattoo from OWK, bald forever, missing front teeth, a portrait of my naked wife on my back and now a brand. Even my own mother wouldn’t recognize me. But where I thought was this brand going to be applied? I knew it. Under my nipple on my chest .

“Now ladies” Dianna stated in a headmistress like fashion. “We will test to see if his gums are ready.” With that she produced a needle and pushed it numerous times into my top gum. I didn’t feel a thing.

“Good, he hasn’t flinched. Now let’s begin.”

My wife took a photo of how my mouth now looked. As Dianna moved over me her generous breasts rested on top of my chest. She had a set of steel dental pincers in her hand.

“Rebecca, I need his head tilted back further.” With that, my wife placed a padded wedge under my neck causing my face to tilt towards the ceiling. The straps over my head were again tightened. As Dianna leaned over again, she hesitated with the pincers. My heart was racing at all these false starts.

“No.” she said. “My angle is all wrong. I need to be across his body. Bring me a chair.”

With that she climbed onto the chair and sat across my groin. My penis was wedged under her g string. I could feel her bush of pubic hairs against me. Even though my head was back, my eyes could roll down and view her voluptuous chest. She leant forward now with the pincers in her hand. I thought I would disgrace myself with fear. She latched on to the first tooth. I felt my head being moved side to side even though it was firmly secured. Then with a downward pull, it came out.

“Rebecca, do you want this?” she said mockingly holding it up for all to see.

“Of course Dianna, the two large front teeth will make a perfect set of earrings for me.” she said with a wry smile.

With that Dianna set about removing my next front tooth. The same movement and then a tug. I couldn’t believe how long the roots were. The teeth next to them seem to come out easier. The amazing thing was I hardly felt any pain.

“And what with these teeth Rebecca?’ she asked smilingly.

“Why, for you of course Dianna” she replied. It was like a trophy hunt. My teeth shared as spoils.

Dianna dismounted me but left a huge wet patch across my groin. She had had a sneaky climax whilst removing my teeth. What a sadist I thought.

“Now ladies, wine will be served while we prepare for the climax, or so to speak of the afternoon”. my wife announced.

“It’s amazing Dianna” my wife said. “but there’s hardly any blood from his gums.”

“That’s why I use ice.” Dianna replied, “It numbs the pain and keeps sealed all the veins. It’s truly natures own pain killer.

Dianna continued. “Rebecca, can I be intimate with you?”

“What here! now!” my wife exclaimed.

They were standing either side of my head and I was still looking up at the ceiling so I was watching four great breasts having a conversation basically.

“No Rebecca, you know what I mean. Our sex stays private. No, I know you don’t want children but, my maternal instincts have never waned even though, you know, that we love each other. To have a baby would make our relationship so much stronger.”

What was I hearing? Girl talk and on purpose for me to hear. Dianna looked down at me.

“I mean, we have a breeder here and I so want a child.”

“Dianna, I understand you, but it’s a great responsibility. No more travel for a few years.”

“Rebecca, there you go thinking of yourself again. It’s a life, a new life. We can bring it up together.”

“Ok Dianna, if that’s how strong you feel about it. But I don’t want it conceived here in the Chateau.”

“Of course not. He’ll spend a week with me. I’ll screw him stupid, but always honoring your mark and portrait on his back.”

As she said this her hand was caressing my penis and balls. The sex slave status was starting to sink in.

“I love you Rebecca, thank you, thank you. It will be wonderful and cement our relationship.”

“Also” Rebecca stated, “he’ll have his new floating testicle by then to quadruple your chances of falling pregnant.”

New floating testicle!! What?? My God, more changes. I was now almost suicidal to break free of this life. I then heard a clicking sound and the smell of gas was very apparent. A gas burner had been lit.

“Mistress Whip, the tube thank you” Dianna said. A tube was fitted into my cock and pushed high into my bladder. Next the wedge from behind my neck was removed. The head straps were readjusted and tightened.
The straps around my chest were tightened further as well as my legs, stomach, pelvis and knees.

Dianna started masturbating me. My cock rose to the occasion even though I was terrified of what was next. She rolled a tight plastic ring over my tube and onto the base of my penis. It kept it stiff. Next a ring with chains attached was fastened around the head of my penis. It was screwed in to tighten it around the head of the penis. Then the chains were fastened to a steel pole at the foot of the bench.
Why was my penis pulled this way I thought? Then my mistress looked over my face. She pulled out the sponge that now had some blood on it and replaced it with another sponge. The rubber bridle I had in my mouth was retightened. My back teeth were biting on it constantly. Already I had had cramps in my mouth. Now I was shit scared. What had I agreed to I thought.

“My darling slave husband” my wife started. “Upon the signing of your wedding contract, you agreed to be modified and marked. Today we have begun those processes. Now we will give you your ultimate mark.”

She played with my nipples as she said this.

“This afternoon he will wear my mark until his death. Nothing will remove it. I have had my initial engraved into a wonderful branding iron that will deep scar him for life. Every female that has sex with him will view this mark before penetration.
I now decree that every female that has sex with him shall kiss my mark of ownership before sexual intercourse begins. There are no exceptions to this rule. My mark will be one and a half inches in length. This scar will build over time to extend from his skin. You will worship my name, as I share his sperm with women who place no ownership over him.”

My breast I thought was going to be a place of worship.

“I now announce” my wife continued, “that my brand of ownership of him will be placed in his groin above his penis.” The group all were shocked, but not as much as me. No wonder my penis was tethered. I felt physically sick. As this was announced Dianna placed ice on my groin.

“This will hurt somewhat David. Believe me it was not my choice of positioning” Dianna said somewhat apologetic.

The ice numbed my groin.

“This will be Dianna’s 10th branding of a male and perhaps her most challenging one. He has a urine tube through his penis as pain like this can cause the bladder to let go involuntary. If you are subject to a faint stomach you can be excused now.”

With that 5 women and their slaves left. The rest stayed on to watch a male suffer greatly. The time had come. Dianna used a marking pen to give herself alignment marks. Next my wife ensured the rubber bit was secured in my mouth. My groin was tightened with one more notch on the straps. A needle was placed into my penis to see if my groin moved. There was no movement. The gas burners were now increased. The minutes ticked by. I heard a voice say, “the brand is ready mistress”
My heart was ready to come out of my chest. What sought of pain was this going to be. Why did I go to Europe was all I could think. Where was my mother to stop this. It was all erratic thoughts. Panic…. Oh God.

Then I saw the iron. It was glowing bright red. Dianna was between my legs. The iron was passed to her. She checked the alignment of Rebecca’s initial to my groin.
Then it seemed like slow motion as she lowered it to my skin. When it made contact it was like lightening searing through me. The pain was unexplainable. I smelt burning flesh. Lights were flashing in my head. I couldn’t move from this branding iron. I heard screams from the group but the iron seared away at my flesh and Dianna seemed to push it deeper during the moments of my burn. I thought I would vomit with the pain. I tried to scream enough but it seemed to go on and on. The smoke was my flesh burning. These women I thought were evil. It seemed like 10 minutes before the iron was lifted. The pain was raw and acute. I was totally immobilized and very aware of my pain. As soon as the iron had left my groin, ice was applied. It brought some comfort within about a minute.

“Ladies” my wife announced. “He is marked.” With that a small applause broke out. I think some were feeling a bit sick just like myself.

“Dianna, I must thank you again. Your preparation off him was exacting. Not a single movement of his groin. The scar will be a perfect replica of my brand”

“Thank you Rebecca” she replied. I take pride in each branding. Now, my requirements of him still stand don’t they?

“Of course my love. I look forward to seeing you with child. As soon as he has his third testicle implanted. You’ll be pregnant within the week.”

I lay there in shock with some major pain unable to speak. I had pissed through the tube not even realizing. A plastic spray was applied and Sienna was called for to give me my evening feed. My chances with her had now vanished.