Page 136 of Brie's Submission
She bit her lip and sighed.
“You are in good company, Miss Bennett. In the world there are less than five hundred submissives who wear this mark.”
Brie nodded. If almost five hundred women had survived this, she would too. “Master Coen, could you explain the crest? I want to know what I am being branded with.”
“Certainly. The two letter symbols are Alpha and Omega. The Alpha stands over the Omega. The collar represents submission and the heart-shaped lock is a reminder it is given in love. The words are Respect, Obey, Submit.”
“I like that,” she said.
“Good, as it will be burned into your skin.”
Master Coen wasnothelping. Brie remained silent, psyching herself up for the fearsome ordeal. But she was distracted as Master Coen began binding her feet, and then her thighs, moving up to her wrists last. “It is imperative that I prevent any movement.”
He picked up a blindfold. “This will make it easier. In the past it was done without, but submissives find it helpful.”
Brie willingly lifted her head and let him cover her eyes. Suddenly it felt more real. She was bound and blind, waiting for the brand to burn into her skin. Part of her wanted to scream out the safe word, but she knew she would not. She was in it to the end—fear would not win over her determination.
“I am marking your skin so that I get it in the right spot.” Her loins contracted in horror as a marker glided over her skin in a circular pattern. She bit on her lip harder, concentrating on the pain rather than what was about to occur.
“I must ask a final time. Do you want to be branded?”
‘Want’ is not the right word. ‘Willing but terrified’ is more like it.She nodded.
“No, I must hear words.”
Brie’s voice trembled. “I want the branding.”
“It shall be done.”
She heard him messing with items on the table and then the sound of the iron rod as he hit it against the edge of the metal brazier, presumably to knock the ashes off. “When I am about to apply the brand, I will tell you to breathe out. Take a deep breath now and hold it.”
Brie inhaled deeply and held it in. Her rapidly beating heart protested, wanting her to let it out. She felt the heat of the brand next to her skin. Dangerously close and blistering hot.
“Breathe out.”
She let out the breath just as the intense heat seared her. She heard the sound of her sizzling skin and screamed, almost blacking out. Master Coen removed the brand and put it back in the fire. “How do you feel, Miss Bennett?”
She didn’t hold back the tears. “It hurts!”
“Would you like to see it?”
She nodded and felt him untying the blindfold. Master Coen helped her sit up. Brie took a deep breath before she looked.
The creamy skin of her right thigh was unmarked. She shook her head and looked at the left one. There was nothing on either. She looked up at Master Coen questioningly.
“The power of the mind.”
When he untied her wrists, Brie hesitantly caressed the skin of her thigh, not quite believing she hadn’t been branded because she could still feel the aftereffects of it on her skin.
“It felt so real.”
“The power of suggestion, Miss Bennett, is quite potent. I told you what was about to happen; your mind accepted it and responded accordingly.”
“But I felt the hot iron and heard my skin burning.”
“I switched the heat of the brand with the chill of ice and I sprinkled water into the fire. Effective alternatives to trick the senses.”
Brie lay back down, still feeling dazed. “That’s crazy.”
