"So! You like to dominate another woman, do you?" the voice reached her again as the fire in her buttocks started to subside.
Kelli didn't know how many times the white hot tip of the poker marked her flesh, but she was sure that her whole backside and lovely thighs now carried the horrendous tattoo of the branding iron.
When she wanted to be tattooed, she didn't think it would turn into this.
She was weak from exhaustion. The continuous burnings had removed all of her resistance and she slumped against her bonds.
She heard a squeaking noise. Suddenly, a full length mirror was rolled in front of her. Then, another was positioned behind her.
She couldn't see the person who was positioning the mirrors around her bound body.
"I always like to know if my customers are satisfied," the sneering woman's voice said as she grabbed Kelli's hair.
"Take a look at your tattoo, darling."
"Look nice?"
Kelli was afraid to open her eyes.
The hand yanked hard in her hair.
"I said LOOK at it!!"
She slowly opened her eyes and her bound form came into vision from the mirror in front of her.
She was bound in thick leather straps securing her arms to two poles on either side of her body. Her thighs were spread and secured to the bottoms of the poles.
Her head was held rigidly by the choker collar which also had two small leather straps pulling tightly in opposite directions and attached to the poles.
She was afraid to look at the mirror behind her.
The smell of burnt flesh smashed into her nostrils as she looked for the reflection of her backside in the mirror in front of her.
"Yiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!" A scream of agony tore from her lips as her branded ass and thighs came into view.
"Oooooo noooooooooo!!!!!" she screamed into the darkened room.
"Whyyyyyy????" Her screams continued.
Large dark brown mottled marks made horrible curving patterns in the shape of a misshapen rose petal. Deep welts from the burning rod formed the rose stems. Smaller ones made up the thorns. She was marked for life!
"Ooooooo…" her wailing continued to come from her throat.
She started to sob as she realized no one would ever want to touch her body again.
No man.
Especially, no woman.
The horrible branding she had just been through would ensure that.
She sobbed harder now, and slumped again against her bonds as the realization that her desire to have just one small petite tattoo, led to this.
Who was her torturer?
From whose body did the voice come from. Kelli was in a nightmare but didn't know it.
She couldn't figure it out.
She had only entered the dark shop to finally get the tattoo she had wanted, thought about, then decided to get.
As she passed through the black curtains into the back of the shop, the candle light flickering off the walls cast an eerie glow in the room.
Strange place to give tattoos, she had thought.
But then, this tattoo would not be just another tattoo. It was to be a small pink pale rose, on her ass cheek. The back room was the only place to tattoo so sensitive a spot, she was told.
But the voice coming to her was not that of the parlor owner.
Her nightmare continued.
"I think we might add another little design to this lovely tattoo," the silken voice whispered as Kelli could feel hands touching her raw bottom.
She winced, then moaned in pain at the touch.
"Perhaps I should tattoo the words slut slave right here…"