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So frustrated!!

Waiting for his turn

(vía Mattycaron (@Mattycaron_) / X)

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Branding with Violet Wand

While waiting for my piercings to heal and my tattoo design to be finalized, Master decided to do a branding on His slave’s butt Himself.

Master did a branding on me several years ago with a violet wand and a special electrode (as i mentioned in an earlier post). It was actually quite effective - a single pass made the brand last for a year before it fully disappeared. Master decided to do the same way as the tools were there. i proposed to experiment with stencil and Master got this 1-inch set. It’s made of thick paper so not conductive of either electricity or heat.

Master put me on the spanking bench for good access and taped one stencil on my butt, then started to do “passes” over my slave skin exposed through the carved character. The wand buzzed loudly with sparks, and the room was full of ozone smell. The special branding electrode concentrated energy on a single point, and i felt like being stung with hot needles. It was painful but not too bad - at least not so much as a hot iron.

Master experimented with 4 passes on the first character, waiting a little time in between to let it develop and check the progress. The pain got stronger with each additional pass, probably because it burnt deeper into skin each time. When Master was satisfied with the result, He removed the stencil and move on to tape the next one, and the next one. i kept quiet and docile on the bench, enduring the burning pain while getting so curious about the result.

After another 8 characters each with 3 passes, Master completed His work on His property. The burnt characters swelled with a pink color around them and a rough surface of dead skin. The edge didn’t look sharp enough as intended at the beginning.

The next morning when i pulled off my pants and looked at the mirror, i got a big smile on my face. The characters turned into purple brown and became much more defined. 

After 5 days, now they still hurt a bit if scratched. A thin crust is formed on the surface and it looks like composed of thousands of “pixels”, which i guess are left by thousands of electric sparks. The branding may be still not permanent as it’s not so deep as a so-called 3rd-degree burn, but it will last for several years for sure - and the great part is that Master can do more passes on them any time or decide to burn deep enough to be permanent. How cool is that?!

“Yes, Master”.

He doesn’t even know why he’s saying it. His mind doesn’t register the question, all it registers is an overwhelming presence that takes over his thoughts, his brain and his existence.

He doesn’t feel anything, he’s too deep in, too far gone to feel. The cloud in his mind gets thicker and thicker and he stops thinking and he doesn’t realize he’s stopped thinking. All he knows is the fog and a presence in the fog and that’s all he can think of.

He doesn’t notice he’s kneeling and flexing, his body listens and obeys and his mind doesn’t even know it. Obedience is not a choice, it’s just his existence. He listens and obeys, and that’s all.

He can’t see.

His eyes are open, but he’s not seeing, not hearing, he’s just a puppet that obeys blindly and automatically. His arms, his legs, all his body follows the commands of the voice in the fog, and his mind doesn’t even registers the orders.

Blank. Down. Controlled. Gone.

This is him now, a beautiful empty body with his mind erased by fog. A puppet, a slave, a mannequin. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he will spend the rest of his life not knowing it.

This is more than control, it’s a complete takeover and erasure of his mind, reduced to a mindless object for the pleasure of the man standing in front of him. He can’t have emotions or desires, he can’t want or need.

He’s gone.

He will suck and fuck, get sucked and fucked, serve and obey with the absolute perfection of a blank automaton, and there is nothing he can do about it, because he no longer exists, he just left as a hot body, an empty shell that will be programmed to do anything his owner wants.

And when that voice calls, when he receives his orders, when there is a new command to follow, and another one, and another one, there is just one thing he knows how to say.

“Yes, Master.”

(I’m writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)