025
JULIA
We shared Master in the morning before he went to work, Lisa collecting his offering today. We went to sleep for another hour afterwards as we didn't have to go to the gym today, which saved us traffic time. After came yoga and laps, and a light lunch, then back to the lists again. I took the kitchen table today, Lisa took the couch. By three, I'd pretty much finished my list except for one thing. I wanted Master to brand me. He told me he didn't want me to ask him about it anymore, but this was my fucking list, what I wanted in this relationship, and I wanted to be branded. If it's what I wanted, I was going to put it down and he could shoot it down or not, but it was going in there. Monique had mentioned some websites where it was talked about and a YouTube video of a guy getting branded with a cauterizing tool.
I looked up the information, finding out everything I could about it. Actually branding seemed to be fairly common anymore. Not as popular as tattooing, but more and more people were doing it, and most were not submissive. They were doing it as a form of body decoration. I watched the video and it showed a previously tattooed fellow getting his brand on his leg. When it was finished, he said the pain was different from a tattoo, but no worse, just different. You weren't capable of the fine design work of a tattoo, more like a general outline, but I didn't want a picture. I wanted something to show my ownership by Scott. I wrote down the information so Master could check it out himself if he didn't dismiss it out of hand. I also made a mental note to speak to my obstetrician tomorrow. If she didn't have an issue with it, it would be harder for Master to write it off.
Since we had to talk tonight, we cut up the leftover steak from last night and put it in a salad. Easy to eat and clean up afterward. Master got home at quarter after six. We offered to suck his cock, but Master said we had a lot to do today, and he'd prefer to get on with it. Sex could wait until afterward.
"Master, your slaves haven't cum since last night. We are becoming quite desperate."
"Fine, you may each masturbate to orgasm three times during supper. I'll need one hour after eating to finish up my stuff. We'll begin our meeting at eight. Good?"
"Yes, Master. Fine. But there had better be some fucking tonight," Julia said.
"And what did I say last night about my slaves trying to decide when and where we have sex. For that, you may reduce your number of orgasms by one. If you have more to say, it won't be any."
I gave Master a look which could peel paint, but quickly said, "Yes, Master."
"I'm sorry, but we need to get this done and we have an important reason for doing so."
"What would that be, Master?"
"Your ultrasound is tomorrow. I believe Lisa should come with us and be involved in all baby activities from now on, but this is a decision involving all of us and it should be made tonight before the appointment."
"You want me to come to the ultrasound tomorrow, Master?" Lisa asked.
"I think it's appropriate. I think we should be a full blown family, but it's not solely up to me. This is why decisions need to be made."
"I'm sorry, Master. I wasn't thinking," I said. "You're right, of course, and I agree. Lisa should attend with us. I apologize to you both. We need to get this over with."
"I'm also giving you a quick spanking of six swats, three per cheek. You need to stop questioning my decisions."
"Yes, Master. Right now, or later?"
"Right now. I want you uncomfortable eating," Master said.
So I placed myself over his knees and he gave me six of the hardest spanks I've ever received. Harder than the one Sunday night, though far fewer. Then he told me to sit down and it was extremely painful, and I ended up rocking from one side to the other, trying to avoid putting my weight on both. Lisa served us all. Master told me my orgasms might help with the hell I'd experienced on my bum, so I spent the first part of my supper cumming as quickly as possible. Whether from the time passed or the orgasms, I was able to sit more comfortably after my climaxes. Lisa ate first before she masturbated, licking her fingers off afterward. Master ate quickly, then disappeared into his home office again while we cleaned up. Then we got our own lists and waited for him on the couch, a much softer surface for my pained posterior.
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