Branding Brenda's Breasts

Branding Brenda’s Breasts

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. One of those people is a forty year-old, matronly sort of woman called Brenda. Brenda is a little above average weight. She has a nice face, and has short, dark hair. She also has very large breasts which, after playing with me many times, are beginning to sag. Brenda now sports several scars and burn marks on her body, which are slowly fading.

   Brenda came to me one day, saying that she would like to have her breasts branded. I agreed to do that, but only on certain conditions: the branding would be part of a ceremony, after Brenda honoured me by bringing her to orgasm with her tongue. She would have to make me come twice, once for each breast. Also, I would decide what would be branded on each breast. Brenda would have no say in the matter. She was to give me a month to get the branding irons made. During that month she could back out from the branding, but she would still have to pay me for the session as though it had gone ahead.

   I thought that Brenda might pull out of the session, as branding is rather intense, and permanent. If Brenda didn’t like what was on her tits there would be nothing she could do about it. But the day of the branding came, and Brenda turned up at my door, although it was clear that she was extremely nervous.

   I had had two branding irons made for me. The first said Maxima’s and the other said painslut. Brenda would carry that on her tits for the rest of her life. Anybody seeing that branding would know just what sort of a dirty painslut Brenda was.

   We went down to my dungeon. It is a real underground dungeon, with every torture device a sadist like me could possibly desire. It is sound-proofed, of course, for many have been the screams echoing around its stone walls. It is lit by red wall lights, designed to look like flaming torches. They give a red look to the place. But they never go out, of course.

   At one end is my throne. It looks like a real throne, and is made out of hard, dark woods and brass. It is very comfortable to sit on and survey my domain. It can be converted into a queening chair, or even a toilet for toilet slaves, depending on the activity. But today it was a normal throne.

   The branding irons were buried in red hot coals. Brenda could not yet see the ends. The coals were in a brazier beneath an extractor fan, due to the carbon dioxide given off by my brazier.

   “Strip off your clothing.” I said to Brenda. “I will go and change into something more suitable for the ceremony.”

   I came back to see a nude Maxima, shivering in fear. Her nipples were erect. She had her hands clasped behind her back, as I had told her never to hide her body in my presence. I made sure that they remained clasped, by handcuffing them together.

   I had acquired some black silk robes for the branding, and I wore those rather than my usual fetish gear. I had a black leather face mask that covered the upper half of my face. I went and sat in what I call my throne. I spread my legs, and the robes parted, revealing my shaven pussy.

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

   She crawled across the dungeon floor, her big tits swinging from side to side.

   “Kneel before me.” I said. She knelt at my feet.

   “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, in a suitably submissive tone of voice.

   “There, the ceremony is complete. You may now bring me to two orgasms. Fail, and you will be banished forever from my sight.”

   I had not said that to Brenda beforehand. But it was pretty much an empty threat, as I intended to brand Brenda’s breasts, come what may.

   Brenda got to work. Her tongue was now far more talented than when she had first come to me as a submissive. I had told her what I liked, to start slow and to concentrate on the outside of my labia. When they parted in arousal, only then was she to dip her tongue between them, and lick my pink inner labia and savour the sweetness within. And finally, when I ordered it, she was to suckle on and lick my clit.

   I was already turned on, at the prospect of putting my brand on her big tits, marring them forever. It would not take me long to reach my first orgasm.

   “Brenda, next time you go on holiday to the south of France I want you to go topless. I want as many people to see your tits as can, and see the words I will put on them. Yes, that’s good, just there, you little lesbian masochist…”

   It didn’t take me long to reach my first cum. The second was a lot longer, and I made Brenda work for it. I tried to hold off for as long as possible, and I’m sure that her tongue was tired as it worked between my legs. But, eventually, I could hold back no longer, and I reached my second orgasm.

   “That is enough.” I said. “Crawl over to the breast stocks.”

   The breast stocks are an adjustable device which I use for breast whipping. Brenda knew it well. But it would also prove useful for the branding, as a person secured in it couldn’t move. Brenda crawled over to the stocks. I laid her breasts on the flat wooden surface, ant tightened leather straps over the base of Brenda’s breasts as tightly as I could. Her breasts ballooned out somewhat.

   “Try pulling your breasts out.” I said. Brenda couldn’t. They were held tight. They didn’t even move. Good.

   I gave Brenda a type of rubber bit to bite down on, so that she wouldn’t bite her tongue. I put a blindfold on her, so that she wouldn’t see what was happening to her, or see the words on the brands until it was too late. I went and got the first red hot brand, the one reading Maxima’s, and pressed it onto the upper slopes of her left tit, holding it there for the count of five. There was the scent of burning flesh, leaving me with the slight desire for a bacon sandwich. Brenda screamed and fainted, the rubber bit falling from her mouth. The breast stocks held her in position. I got out a small vial and wafted it under Brenda’s nose, having expected something like this. I was not going to have her miss out on the gift of the pain.

   “No, please, I can’t take it.” Brenda sobbed. “Please, Goddess, I made a mistake. Please don’t.”

   “Don’t be silly. There are no safe words, and once something is agreed on, I follow through with it. You know that. That is why you come to see me, you silly little slut. Now bite down on the rubber again, as I am going to do your other tit.”

   I fetched the second brand. I teased Brenda with it, for around a minute or so, moving it close so that she could feel the heat, then moving it away. Then I laughed, and pressed painslut into Brenda’s right breast. This time, to her credit, she did not faint. But she was very unsteady when having returned the brand to the brazier, I released her from the breast stocks. As she knelt at my feet, hands still handcuffed behind her, I took the blindfold off so that she could see the words which she would carry for the rest of her life.

   “Thank you, Goddess Maxima.” Brenda said, gazing down at her tortured tits.

   “Do you like them?” I asked.

   “Yes, thank you, Goddess.”

   “Good, I would have been very disappointed if you had said no. Brenda?”

   “Yes, Goddess?”

   “I enjoyed it so much that next time that you come to see me I am going to brand your cunt.”

The End