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\nBranding Brenda’s Cunt

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\nMy name is Goddess Maxima, and\nI pride myself on being what I consider to be Britain’s most\nextreme pro-domme. I have many people come to me, seeking to go way\nbeyond their\ntolerances for pain.

\n\tA couple of years ago a\nmatronly slut slave called Brenda came to me, begging me to brand her\nbreasts (see Branding Brenda’s Breasts). I granted her wish,\nbranding her breasts after a small ceremony. She now had the words\n“Maxima’s painslut” branded across her big, floppy breasts, and\nshe would have those words on her tits for the rest of her life. The\nbrand was across the upper slopes of her tits, so that the words\nwould be legible if she wore anything the least bit low-cut. I warned\nher that the next time that I saw her I was going to brand her cunt.\nAnd almost two years have passed, and I had not heard from her. I had\nbecome doubtful that I would hear from her again.

\n\tThen, one day, I got a phone\ncall from Brenda, my phone recognising her number. \n

\n\t“Hello, Brenda.” I said.

\n\t“Hello, Goddess Maxima.”\nshe said. Her voice was shaking, and she sounded very nervous. She\nsounded very scared, or very turned on, or maybe both.

\n\t“Are you frigging yourself,\nBrenda?” I asked. \n

\n\t“No, Goddess.”

\n\t“Why not?” I said, in\nfake anger. “The sound of your torturer’s voice should turn you\non. Take off any clothes you are wearing and frig yourself.”

\n\tThere was a slight pause.\nThen I heard Brenda’s voice, now breathy.

\n\t“I am frigging myself,\nGoddess.” she said. \n

\n\t“Are your fingers buried in\nyour cunt?”

\n\t“Yes, my fingers are buried\nin my slave cunt.”

\n\t“Why have you contacted me\nagain, Brenda? I am not pleased that it has been so long.”

\n\t“I want to visit you again,\nGoddess.” she said.

\n\t“Do you remember what I\nsaid that I will do when you visited me again?” I asked.

\n\t“Yes, Goddess.” she said,\nher voice very throaty. The slut was nearing an orgasm, and we had\nonly been speaking for a couple of minutes. Dirty maso slut.

\n\t“Well, what was it? What\ndid I say?”

\n\t“Oh, God.”

\n\t“Not God, Goddess. What did\nI say?”

\n\t“You said that you would\nbrand my cunt.”

\n\t“And that is what I will\ndo: a big, nasty brand on your pubic mound. But I am angry with you,\nBrenda. You have left it a long time before calling your Goddess\nagain. You must be punished for that.”

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.”

\n\t“I will brand my initial on\nthe side of your big, flat clit, so that when you frig your clit you\nwill always think of me. But that will not be all. I am going to put\na brand on each of your stinking labia.”

\n\tThere was silence from the\nphone. \n

\n\t“Are you coming to see me,\nslave?” I asked.

\n\t“Aaah… Yesssss!” Brenda\nscreamed, as she came.

\n\tWe set a date for the\nprocedure.

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\nI had four different branding\nirons made. The one for her pubic mound was the largest, and read\n“Torture me.” The one for her clit was tiny, just a bent bit of\nwire at the end, twisted to form the letter M. The other two brands\nwould run from top to bottom, down her labia. One read “Ash.” The\nother read “Tray.” I was looking forward to pressing the burning\nbrands into her slave cunt, marking her up forever. that was, if she\nturned up. Not every slave came to see me, knowing what I intended to\ndo. But I had branded Brenda before, so she knew just what the pain\nwould be like. But I did not know if that would encourage her or put\nher off.

\n\tYet, on the day of the\nbranding, a very nervous Brenda did turn up. She was dressed\nnormally, apart from a slightly low-cut top, so that you could see\nthe fact that she had been branded, but you could not read what the\nwords were.

\n\t“Have you been showing off\nyour brands?” I asked, genuinely curious. I was wearing the same\nblack silk robes, the same ones which I had worn when I had branded\nher slut breasts. The silk felt wonderful on my naked body. I was\nalso wearing a black leather face mask that covered the upper half of\nmy face, just like before.

\n\tThree branding irons were\nheating up in a brazier full of coals, and I saw her gaze flick to\nthe brazier. The only brand not in the brazier at the moment was the\ntiny brand for her clit, as it would probably have melted the wire M\nif I put it in that. I intended to heat up the M in a gas flame.\nThere was also my gyno schair in the room.

\n\t“Yes, Mistress.” Brenda\nsaid. “I like to go to naturist beaches to show that I am your\nslave. I have been banned from two of them.”

\n\tI was mildly pleased.

\n\t“Has anybody treated you\nlike the slave you are?” I asked.

\n\t“Only once, Mistress.”\nBrenda said. “On one beach I was fisted by a pair of dominant\nlesbians. They tried to get their hands as deep in me as they could,\nin my cunt andd arsehole at the same time. Then they made me lick\nthem to orgasm. Then they pissed in my mouth as a reward.” \n

\n\t“Good.” I said. “Now\nyou may worship me, as my reward for the branding of your slutty\ncunt. Take off your clothes.”

\n\tBrenda was out of her clothes\nin seconds. The brands were very visible. I had done good work.

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\nI went and sat in my throne. I\nspread my perfect, sexy legs. The black silk robes parted, revealing\nmy perfect, shaven cunt.

\n\t“Come worship your\ngoddess.” I said to Brenda. “Crawl to me.”

\n\tShe crawled across the floor,\nher big, branded tits swinging from side to side. I wanted to hurt\nthem more. I wanted to mutilate them. But not today. \n

\n\t“Kneel before me.” I\nsaid. She knelt at my feet, looking up at her.

\n\t“Repeat after me: I,\nBrenda, am a worthless painslut.”

\n\t“I, Brenda, am a worthless\npainslut.” she said.

\n\t“I beseech my goddess to\nlet me give her pleasure.”

\n\t“I beseech my goddess to\nlet me give her pleasure.” she repeated.

\n\t“In reward, I will be\ngranted the fiery kiss of my Goddess’s brand.”

\n\t“In reward, I will be\ngranted the fiery kiss of my Goddess’s brand.” again, Brenda\nrepeated what I had just said.

\n\t“There, the ceremony is\ncomplete. You may now bring me to three orgasms. Fail, and you will\nbe banished forever from my sight.” It had been two orgasms,\nbefore, but you have to make a slave work.

\n\t I reached my first orgasm in\nseconds. I was very turned on, thinking about what I was going to do.\nThe second one took longer. Brenda really had to work to bring me to\na third orgasm using every bit of skill at cunnilingus she had,\nseeking out every little fold. But, eventually, she had paid for the\nbranding.

\n\tI got up, and had Brenda\nclimb into the gyno chair. I bound her tightly with the straps. I\ntightened them as much as possible, until I was sure that she could\nnot move her cunt. I didn’t want the branding to go badly. \n

\n\tI decided to brand her labia\nfirst. I got out the Ash brand. It was glowing orange. Brenda looked\nat the brand in terror. But she did not say anything. She did not try\nto stop me. I pressed the brand into her right cuntlip. She screamed\nand fainted. I held the brand there for the count of five\nMississippi. When I removed it there was the stink of cooked pussy\nflesh, and the word “Ash” was forever branded into her right\ncuntlip. I brought Brenda back to consciousness with smelling salts.\nThere was no point in her missing any of the pain which her Goddess\ndoled out. \n

\n\tShe hyperventilated as I\nfetched the next brand. But she did not beg me to stop. She knew that\nit would not have mattered, no matter what she said. Now that she was\nin the gyno chair her cunt was being branded, come what may.

\n\tI pressed the word “Tray”\ninto her left cuntlip, holding it there for the count of five. She\nscreamed and fainted again. I restored her to consciousness. I\nfetched the big brand, the one which read “Torture me.” I pressed\nit into her pubic mound, just above her clit, again for the count of\nfive. This time she managed to stay conscious.

\n\tI set up a table next to the\ngyno chair next. I had a tiny metal tripod, some pliers, a Bunsen\nburner like thing, and the final, tiny M brand. Brenda’s breathing,\nby now, was very ragged.

\n\tI noticed that Brenda’s\nclit, ordinarily large, was very swollen. She was clearly turned on –\nbecause of the pain, not despite it. I smiled. I was now really\nturned on, despite the three orgasms I’d already had. I had never\nbranded a clit before. I smiled, as I heated up the M, until it was\nglowing. I put the brand on the tripod, so that I could pick up the\npliers. I grabbed the very tip of Brenda’s clit, squeezing harshly,\nas Brenda screamed. I stretched out the clit, away from its hood. I\nheld the pliers with my left hand, not letting up on the pressure. I\npicked up the brand, and pressed it to the side of the clit. Brenda\nscreamed, came, and fainted, all at the sdame time. When I let go,\nand removed the brand, a little M was clearly visible, branded into\nthe side of Brenda’s clit.

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\nWhen Brenda recovered I spoke\nto the slave, before the shattered masochist left.

\n\t“I want you to go back to\nthat beach where you saw the dominant lesbians.” I said. “Show\neverybody your new brands. Take a pack of cigarettes with you.”

\n\t“Yes, Goddess Maxima.”\nBrenda said, meekly. \n

\n\t“Oh, and Brenda?” \n

\n\t“Yes, Goddess?”

\n\t“Next time you come to see\nme I’m going to take a nipple.”

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\nThe End.

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