Hard days, rich on painful, often back-breaking treatments and sessions filled my time at the Glass´n Stone House during the last 9 days.
I am still captured there but settled in more every day, to bear brave the brunt of cruelty and sadism.
My skin was often very damaged by all the painful ideas which were coming up to reality on my tormented body.
Many hours i found time to reflect and suffer out the sessions i had before. The whip was drawn often and marked my skin intense and enduring for a while. But also words and harshness can beat and hurt deep.
During one very humiliating treatment i got defined as too chubby and too dumb for being able to count well. In this situation the pain and physical suffering was secondary. The harsh, cold and degrading spoken words battered my mind and personality more than the torture and violence i had to go through.
Often i yelled insane and my senses exploded as the pain reached his zenith. Beyond this point were only the pain and me, no one else. Two burning figures dancing inside a hurting fire.
The clients lived out their sadistic and cruel ideas on me and all the other victims around. During all this treatments i got worried about my mental and physical health.
I had to serve many clients and wardens, so my day and suffering came in continous motion.
Last night then Miss Maliene, the club-supervisor called me out of my cell and announced my branding in the next hour. With trembling body i realized that now my bond was tightened and many duties awaits me in the future. A little bit proud i felt too, the branding shows a promotion at the club.
Sir Dunnagh decided to do the branding on me and i was brought, crawling on my knees, to the ceremony place for it. My heart was bumping fast and i was obviously nervous as the iron got heated inside a warm crackling fire and whiteglowing coals. Miss Maliene opened the ceremony, Sir Dunnagh prepared the iron while Becka and Rya decorated the scene.
I got locked on the branding-post and my panties were pulled off. The point of no return was deinitely overstepped. With closed eyes and weak knees i was in awaiting for the significant and permanent mark on my flesh.
A few minutes later the air was filled by the smell of burned skin and i was loud yelling and heavily squirming on my post.
Tears shoots out my eyes and my mind was covered in a hurting, all over glowing pain. Until now i feel the mark sore and hurting, the pain fades out very slowly.
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