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Master’s Mark

Submissive WhoreI’m such a stupid bitch! It’s all my fault for making Master so mad. If I wasn’t so useless I wouldn’t be in this situation right now. It’s the only thing I keep thinking about when I look around the room. It’s so dark, and I can’t move. Early tonight I was cleaning Masters dishes and I had dropped a mug and he got furious. He got on the phone with someone saying he was sending me away to learn my lesson. Within a hour a nice dress man came, he put a leash on my collar then him and Master made me walk like a animal to the back of his car. Master said to not bring the bitch back until I she’s been marked properly. We arrived here and he strapped me down and left the room. The light in from under the door is all that I see, I hear the occasional noise or bump but I feel so alone. Finally he comes back in with a small black bag and he looked so cheerful. He ran his hand up various parts of me mumbling to himself about scars. Finally he stopped in the middle of the front oh my thigh and smiled. He opened his bag and went off to the side and grabbed a white towel. He got the towel under my leg and too out what looked like a scalpel and he started cutting. The pain sent shocks up my body and I twisted and screamed. “You must stay still if I don’t get it perfect I’ll have to pick another place. I’ve marked many whores more then once just for not being still” as threatening his words were he said them in such a nonchalant way. I bit the inside of my cheek as I pushed threw the pain as he craved away at my skin. He wrapped my legs up and released me from my ties. “Those are deep to leave the proper scarring they will bleed for a bit. You must let heal without messing with it or he will send you back for another.”He grinned. “It will bleed for a bit but you are now marked with you Masters seal, he’ll at least be keeping you until he finds a way to get rid of you…”he trailed off his face slightly twisted in a deranged smile as if he had excited himself. He began to send chills up my spine but he got up and composed himself. He then called my Master to discuss the details of my return.


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