Branding Brenda's Cunt

Branding Brenda’s Cunt

My name is Goddess Maxima, and I pride myself on being what I consider to be Britain’s most extreme pro-domme. I have many people come to me, seeking to go way beyond their tolerances for pain.

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

Then, one day, I got a phone call from Brenda, my phone recognising her number.

“Hello, Brenda.” I said.

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

“Are you frigging yourself, Brenda?” I asked.

“No, Goddess.”

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

There was a slight pause. Then I heard Brenda’s voice, now breathy.

“I am frigging myself, Goddess.” she said.

“Are your fingers buried in your cunt?”

“Yes, my fingers are buried in my slave cunt.”

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

“I want to visit you again, Goddess.” she said.

“Do you remember what I said that I will do when you visited me again?” I asked.

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

“Well, what was it? What did I say?”

“Oh, God.”

“Not God, Goddess. What did I say?”

“You said that you would brand my cunt.”

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

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

There was silence from the phone.

“Are you coming to see me, slave?” I asked.

“Aaah… Yesssss!” Brenda screamed, as she came.

We set a date for the procedure.

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

Yet, on the day of the branding, a very nervous Brenda did turn up. She was dressed normally, apart from a slightly low-cut top, so that you could see the fact that she had been branded, but you could not read what the words were.

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

Three branding irons were heating up in a brazier full of coals, and I saw her gaze flick to the brazier. The only brand not in the brazier at the moment was the tiny brand for her clit, as it would probably have melted the wire M if I put it in that. I intended to heat up the M in a gas flame. There was also my gyno schair in the room.

“Yes, Mistress.” Brenda said. “I like to go to naturist beaches to show that I am your slave. I have been banned from two of them.”

I was mildly pleased.

“Has anybody treated you like the slave you are?” I asked.

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

“Good.” I said. “Now you may worship me, as my reward for the branding of your slutty cunt. Take off your clothes.”

Brenda was out of her clothes in seconds. The brands were very visible. I had done good work.

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

“Come worship your goddess.” I said to Brenda. “Crawl to me.”

She crawled across the floor, her big, branded tits swinging from side to side. I wanted to hurt them more. I wanted to mutilate them. But not today.

“Kneel before me.” I said. She knelt at my feet, looking up at her.

“Repeat after me: I, Brenda, am a worthless painslut.”

“I, Brenda, am a worthless painslut.” she said.

“I beseech my goddess to let me give her pleasure.”

“I beseech my goddess to let me give her pleasure.” she repeated.

“In reward, I will be granted the fiery kiss of my Goddess’s brand.”

“In reward, I will be granted the fiery kiss of my Goddess’s brand.” again, Brenda repeated what I had just said.

“There, the ceremony is complete. You may now bring me to three orgasms. Fail, and you will be banished forever from my sight.” It had been two orgasms, before, but you have to make a slave work.

I reached my first orgasm in seconds. I was very turned on, thinking about what I was going to do. The second one took longer. Brenda really had to work to bring me to a third orgasm using every bit of skill at cunnilingus she had, seeking out every little fold. But, eventually, she had paid for the branding.

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

I decided to brand her labia first. I got out the Ash brand. It was glowing orange. Brenda looked at the brand in terror. But she did not say anything. She did not try to stop me. I pressed the brand into her right cuntlip. She screamed and fainted. I held the brand there for the count of five Mississippi. When I removed it there was the stink of cooked pussy flesh, and the word “Ash” was forever branded into her right cuntlip. I brought Brenda back to consciousness with smelling salts. There was no point in her missing any of the pain which her Goddess doled out.

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

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

I set up a table next to the gyno chair next. I had a tiny metal tripod, some pliers, a Bunsen burner like thing, and the final, tiny M brand. Brenda’s breathing, by now, was very ragged.

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

When Brenda recovered I spoke to the slave, before the shattered masochist left.

“I want you to go back to that beach where you saw the dominant lesbians.” I said. “Show everybody your new brands. Take a pack of cigarettes with you.”

“Yes, Goddess Maxima.” Brenda said, meekly.

“Oh, and Brenda?”

“Yes, Goddess?”

“Next time you come to see me I’m going to take a nipple.”

The End.