‘Master, please brand me’
Nov 18, 2021
3 minutes
Taking a deep breath, Sarah Edmondson tried to block out that she was lying naked on a massage table.
Being held down by three other women.
She couldn’t believe what was about to happen behind the doors of a chic house in leafy upstate New York.
But she was ready.
‘Master, brand me. It would be an honour,’ she said.
As the cauterising iron seared seven white-hot lines into the skin just below her hip, Sarah reminded herself that the agony was the last step
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