"We need to make our ove final, Geshrak. You must be branded to become my slave." "Please mistress, let the world know you are my master~" you say, following her to another store. It appears to be a blacksmith shop called "Brendon's Branding", and eyed the tools expectantly. Your mistress provides the man with a brand, and he begins to heat it up. Your mistress sits, and pats her lap for you to sit, and you do, shivering as her soft but firm thighs press against your ass. She massages your wet snatch eith her tail, and she gently massages your small breasts. "I like my slaves to be a bit thicker." She whispers to you, and you nod eith a moan as you feel her ministrations slowly grow your small C cups. Your whole body pulses with rythmic pleasure as your chest slowly expands, causing you to moan as yoir mistress tugged on your nipples. By the time the man comes over eith the heated metal brand, you had a heafty set of F cups, and had orgasmed a couple times.
"Where do you want it?" He says in a gruff tone. Your mistress taps your left nipple, and sits you in the chair next to her. You proudly present your swollen bust to him, and he presses down with the brand. Instead of searing pain, you feel pleasure and buck eith exctasy. Orgasming instantly as the metal peeled off your skin. Your breast was adorned with the mark of your mistress, and you felt your bond strengthen as the heat frim the brand was translated to pleasure. Your mistress patiently wauts for you to settle down, and tells you the next location...