She expected the restraints and gag to be removed, they were not. She felt what she assumed to be alcohol wiped over her back on a tiny spot just over her right ass cheek at the place where her back curved. The she felt a slight burning as though something had been injected. Again she expected to be released. Again she was not. Suddenly she felt warmth coming close to her and then searing unbearable heat against her skin. They were burning her and then she realized Master had had her branded. In spite of the pain Pixie smiled. She suspected what had been injected was a micro chip identifying her as a slave, who she belonged to and quite possibly gps enabled. The brand was purely for show but now she knew she was completely her Master’s slave that there was no way to ever deny it. She felt an ointment rubbed over the brand and gauze taped over it. Finally she was unrestrained and again directed to get off the table.
The back of the table was raised and Pixie was told to again sit on it. She was directed to lean against the back and once more strapped to the table so she could not move and the penis gag again strapped to her head and into her mouth.
She was so exhausted from all that had already been done to her, that while whatever they were about to do was going to be horribly painful she didn’t have the energy to care or be afraid. She had an idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical step was the piercings he had mentioned back when they were getting to know each other. So when Pixie, who had chosen to shut her eyes felt the pain in her nipples and the rings pushed through she didn’t react in any way. When the table was reclined without releasing her she still seemed to be asleep. She didn’t even react to the pain of her brand pressed against the table. Before she bothered to notice she had rings in her clit and three through each pussy lip. She heard the doctor ask if Master wanted her nose, tongue or lips pierced and him make some comment about her being a screamer, but Master said no not at this time.
The nurse raised the table, unrestrained Pixie and once more pulled her to her feet. Her leash was reattached to her collar and the nurse led her back to the waiting room. Pixie saw her Master follow the doctor into his office and the door shut. The nurse told Pixie to remain standing, head down, hands at her sides . Naturally she did so. The hardest part was standing. Pixie was so tired she could barely keep herself up.
Finally her Master came, took her leash from the hook on the wall and walked her out of the house. He guided her to the car, opened the door, picked up her dress and helped her bring it down over her head. Pixie shivered a bit both from the slight chill of the breeze and her body’s reaction to all it had suffered over the past few hours. Her Master guided her into her seat, reclined it and buckled her seat belt.
“ Go ahead and sleep slave. I am actually very proud of you.” Her Master gently kissed her lips and shut the door. Pixie heard him open the back door, she heard something placed on the backseat, but she quickly let it go and fell asleep. Her last thought was wondering what her brand looked like.