You run a hand over the slimy fur clumped together on your chest, neck, and belly and grimace at the strange feel of it. “Let’s just get on with this. I can bathe later.”
The man nods, “As you wish.” The man finishes mixing the paste and places the bowl over the burner before lighting the burner with a snap of his fingers. “Come, I will need you over here.”
Silently obeying his commands, you stand where he directs you and look over your shoulder to see him pulling out a metal brand made into some elaborate design. With a twinge of nervousness, “What is that for?”
He gently places a hand on your muzzle and turns your head away, “Nothing that need worry you. Just relax and let me work.” Feeling the nervousness drain away at his words, you focus on standing perfectly still for him. After a few moments, you feel a warm object press into your right upper arm just before the warmth spreads through your entire body. “There we go. Now your binding is complete.” He runs a hand through the fur on the back of your head, “You will make an excellent slave now.”
You feel a slight surge of fear, but the pleasure of his touch immediately suppresses it. “Thank you, Master. I will serve you well.” You intone automatically, the words striking you as odd but appropriate.
The man removes the cord from around your neck, “Well, we no longer need a collar of obedience now that the mark has made you loyal and obedient.”