Gay/Lesb - LGBT Kim’s New Life - by Janetmon ( Complete )

[hirarandi]

I looked around to find Sam but couldn't see her anywhere. Kelly knew I was looking for Sam and said, "She is in the dungeon awaiting our arrival, pet."

"Oh," I replied, still oblivious as to what was going to happen.

Kelly and I were the last to enter the dungeon through the door at the back of the barn. I thought they were all kidding when they used the term 'dungeon, but the room looked exactly like a medieval dungeon with grey stone walls and all the equipment one would ever want. Chains, whips, and even a mace, hung from the walls. I noticed a rack and a St. Andrew's cross along one side of the room. There was a real jail cell in one corner. It was almost eerie. Suddenly I knew I wanted Kelly to bring me here someday so I could experience what it would be like. Allyson walked up beside us with her hooded friend. A leash had been attached to her collar. "You will take care of my friend while I attend to Sam, won't you, Kelly?" I think this was prearranged with Kelly. 

Kassie quickly spoke up. "I could do that if you don't mind." Allyson smiled and handed the leash to her.

Then I saw Sam at the far end of the room, still fully dressed and lying on her back on a wide, leather-covered bench that was positioned at a steep angle, on a raised platform. The lowest end of the bench rested on the platform while the other end was about four feet higher. 

Seeing Kelly and I finally enter, Vicki stepped onto the platform beside Sam and encouraged the two of us to move closer so we could be immediately in front of her. I resisted a little, but relented when Kelly said, "Sam is doing this for Allyson, pet, but, as Vicki said, because of our love, you owe it to her to be close for support."

To Kassie she said, "I explained what is going to happen to Sam, Kassandra. Are you OK with it?"

"I am more than OK, Kelly. I am intrigued and excited that you invited me to watch since I'm not a member."

"You are family, Kassandra. We make exceptions for family. Never forget that."

"Slave sam," Vicki said, "it is my understanding that you want to bear the mark of your Mistress. Is this correct?"

"Yes, ma'am, that is correct."

"It is also my understanding that you have agreed to the form of mark your Mistress wishes to use and that you selected the portion of your anatomy that she will mark."

"Yes, ma'am, that is also correct."

"In addition, you have requested a personal second mark."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please describe the mark that you have requested."

"It is to be a tattoo on my pubic area just above my vulva: a one-inch by two-inch rectangle encasing the words "Slave sam. Property of Mistress Allyson. A red heart will be at the end of these words. It is to permanently replace my metal ID tag."

"Your desires shall be fulfilled. For obvious reasons, we will do the tattoo first." Allyson stepped onto the stage, kissed Sam, and worked her pants down far enough to expose her pubic area. I hadn't noticed the small table next to Sam. A woman walked forward and picked up some instruments from it. Kelly explained that the woman's name was Gayle. As one might expect she was also a Domina. Her submissive was also her assistant. They were members of the society and Gayle owned a tattoo shop in town. We watched as Sam's "personal mark" was created.

To Kassie and me, Kelly explained the two different kinds of 'marks' the society used. "The 'personal mark' is one selected by the sub, and, in most cases is a tattoo, and normally is placed in a non-public place. The mark of a Mistress can also be a tattoo, but as will be the case for Sam, can be almost anything else. If it is not a tattoo, or not in a private area of the body, Society rules state that a majority of the mistresses must approve the mark and placement. If not a tattoo, they also interview the sub to insure it is acceptable. This does not mean that the sub gets to approve or disapprove of the mark it is simply for her protection. There have been two instances that the Mistress was overruled. Also, a mistress cannot mark her sub with anything except a tattoo, unless they have been in a relationship for at least one year." She also explained that not every mistress permanently marked her sub.

Once the tattoo was complete, Sam pulled her pants back up. Allyson helped her step from the bench and ordered her to kneel facing us. I was shocked when Allyson picked up a set of electric barber clippers and immediately started to run them over Sam's head. Kelly explained that another Society tradition was that when a slave receives the permanent mark of her mistress, she must have all the hair removed from her body except for eyelashes and eyebrows if the mistress did not elect to do it during the initiation into the society. I was actually becoming turned on by the scene unfolding before me, especially when Allyson spread shaving cream over the fuzz that remained on Sam's head and shaved it smooth with a straight razor.

Once the remnants of the shaving cream were wiped from her head, Sam was permitted to stand. Following Allyson's next order, Sam's chains were removed. She walked to a St. Andrew's cross near the back of the platform and, facing the cross, spread her arms and legs against its arms. Allyson and Vicki buckled straps around her calves and her lower and upper thighs. Another strap went around her waist and the center of the cross. Additional straps bound her arms near her shoulders, her elbows and her wrists. By the time they were finished, she literally could barely move a muscle.

"Sam, are you ready to receive the permanent mark your Mistress has chosen for you?"

"I am, ma'am."

"So that there is no misunderstanding, you will verbally state this, along with the type of mark, and its placement, as a request to your Mistress so all will hear."

"Mistress Allyson, I wish to wear your mark. Please brand my ass with your initials." I gasped when I heard the word brand. Kelly put her arm around me and hugged me. Kassie was holding my arm and squeezed it hard. I wondered if I would ever wear her mark and if it would be a brand.

At this point, Allyson had moved off the platform and was hidden from my view. When she stepped on the platform again, I could see she was holding something in the flame of a propane torch. I immediately recognized it as a small branding iron, glowing red.

Allyson stepped onto the platform. "Do you wish to be gagged, my love."

"No, Mistress. I do not."

Vicki pulled the back of Sam's pants down just enough to expose her ass. Kelly explained that, for this ceremony, they did not want any other part of her body to be bare. Her white buttocks glowed in contrast to the black material surrounding them. I now understood the reason she was strapped so tightly to the pole. They did not want her moving when Allyson placed the hot iron against her skin. If she did, the iron might slip and ruin the brand.

I watched, incredulously, as Allyson pressed the hot iron against Sam's flesh and heard a sound similar to that of bacon frying. Steam, or maybe it was smoke from burning flesh, rose in the air as a blood-curdling scream came from Sam's throat. When Allyson quickly removed the iron, it could have been my imagination, but I thought I sensed the odor of cooking meat.

I stared at the two-inch letters "AES" for a long time before noticing that Sam was hanging limply from the cross. She had fainted. Then I saw Vicki administering smelling salts while Allyson spread aloe ointment over her mark. 

Kelly explained that when the members first discussed branding as a permanent mark, they had studied it thoroughly, and received input from doctors, so that a deep third-degree burn, with possible muscle damage, would not be inflicted on a sub. Sam would immediately be checked by a nurse. Aloe gel and a gauze pad would be applied. She could also have a shot for any pain.

Kelsie whispered in my ear, "I shouldn't tell you this, kitten, but that just turned me on." I looked at her and smiled.

Vicki asked everyone to move to the garden for my Collaring Ceremony while Sam recovered. Kelsie, Kelly and I remained so Kelly could help Vicki and Allyson release Sam from her bonds. Since my bonds prevented me from helping, I simply watched with Kelsie, thinking how much I admired Sam's courage. With tears still streaking her cheeks, Sam and Allyson kissed, hugged and thanked one another for giving and receiving the mark. Finally, Vicki announced that it was time for my final preparations. "Our guests are waiting, ladies."

We were walking back through the barn when Kelly turned to me and said, "Pet, as part of your ceremony, you must first be released from your bondage. You will understand the reason when the ceremony is performed." Then to Sam, she asked, "Are you up to prepping my pet, Sam."

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I definitely am. I would have to be on my death bed to NOT assist kimmy with her final preparations. 

I went with Sam towards the house while the other four headed for the garden. "Oh, gawd, Sam. I don't believe you did that. How do you feel?"

"I don't believe I did it either, Kim. Once it is healed, I know I will be glad I did. I must admit that, right now, I am questioning my sanity. Maybe I should have accepted a pain blocker. I have been thinking about asking Allyson to mark me for a long time; ever since I saw another sub being branded. Allyson was a little incredulous when I suggested a brand to her. I had a tough time convincing her, and the other Mistresses, that it was what I really wanted. A mistress's mark and a sub's personal mark are normally tattoos. I wanted both. I think I am the third to be branded. As far as how I feel right now, the endorphins are winning. The pain is awful, but it will lessen in a few hours. Allyson did say I could have a shot for the pain later if I wanted one. Vicki is a nurse and can administer it. At the same time, my pussy is simply gushing."

"What I don't understand, Sam, is that my pussy is gushing too. Just watching you get that brand turned me on. Then I told her what Kelsie said. "Your bald head turns me on, too. You look fucking sexy." We stopped, stared into one another's eyes before hugging and kissing. Well, she did the hugging since I couldn't.

Once inside, Sam took me to a small dressing room where she removed my skirt, the cuffs, the bondage belt, my shoes, socks, sweater, and even the bows on my little pigtails. 

"All the jewelry has to come off, too, kimmy."

"But Sandra gave me the nipple handcuffs as her present for my collaring. I want to keep them and my ID tag and ring, I can't take the ID tag off, Sam. After all, I am pledging my life to Mistress Kelly."

"Sorry, KIMMY. Society rules apply. You cannot enter the ceremony wearing anything on your body except the gown I will give you in a minute. I have to remove your neck chain, too. Miss Kelly gave me the combo. You can't even wear your glasses. You aren't wearing your contacts, are you." 

"No, Kelly specifically said I had to wear my prescription lenses today." I knew was to receive no additional explanation. Next, she picked up a pair of pliers and told me to sit on a chair and spread my legs. It was easy to pick up the not so subtle change to my slave name. The amplitude and tone in her voice even changed. Miss Samantha was now in control.

The instrument she held in her hand was what I would call "reverse pliers." They opened when the handles were squeezed. They were similar to the pliers used to open industrial size "D" clips. Kelly used them to spread the large ring so the captive ball and ring could be removed. My minimal makeup was then removed. Without it or any jewelry, I suddenly felt more naked than I had felt in a long time. It is a relative thing, you know.

Finally, Sam selected a loose, off-shoulder, full-length, white diaphanous dress from the closet and helped me put it on. Spaghetti straps, that Sam tied in bows over my shoulders, were the only things that kept it from falling off. I was a little surprised at the loose bodice and the fact that it was ankle length. She turned me around and told me to look at myself in a full-length mirror. In addition to seeing a remarkable outline of my body, I could see the colors of my hard nipples and areolae. If I wore this on the street, I'd probably get arrested for indecent exposure. I'm going out there like this!" I exclaimed. 

"What are you worried about, kimmy. Most of the members have already seen you naked," she laughed. "OK! You're ready, Kimberly (change of status between us). Let's join the others in the garden and get that collar you deserve." She gave me a deep, passionate kiss 'for good luck.'