Branding

 

I was actually working on a little mud pie chart to show which vw bigwigs over the years have been involved in mud either giving or receiving and then decided I wanted to change directions.  Cloak and dagger gets tiring. 

 

So instead I wanted to talk about violet wand Branding. 

 

When I think about VW branding my first thoughts are

 

Why dont more people do it?  You can make them temporary.

Why don’t more people do it?  You can make them permanent.

 

For body modification artists, violetwand branding is easy, inexpensive, and there is far more room for error. If you f*u*c*k up one pass it doesn’t matter and your next passes will almost overwrite the glitchy one.  (See the International Violet Wand Guild information about how to do violet wand branding and what is meant by ‘passes’ plus how to make a wand brand temporary or permanent.)

 

There were whole galleries on the guild site dedicated to branding and I’m looking forward to when they are moved over.

 

Lets say you wanted to set yourself up as a body mod artist.  Violet wand brands, unlike regular heat brands, can be delicate and intricate designs.  If you can draw a line on a piece of paper, you can brand it with a vw.  You don’t need branding design irons.  Its calmer for both the client and the artist than a heat brand.  Its less expensive to do or to receive.  What’s not to love about that?  Why don’t more tattoo-ed, pierced and modded folks opt for a violet wand brand?  Why don’t all the Gor-players actually get the beautiful initialled brands they play at?  VW branding is positively gentle compared to heat strike branding.  Its slow, relaxed, pumps endorphins into the receiver like crazy.  And it doesn’t have to be permanent.  You can -try- it on for size, or come back and make it permanent later.

 

Imagine.   You are draped and laying on your divan, anticipating what’s to come.   Your gor-master gives you an encouraging smile, then sets to work drawing on your flesh, a beautifully flowered and vined initial worked onto that inner thigh in eyebrow pencil.  He passes over it again with the pencil, correcting any errors.  Music plays in the distance, the torches burn low but the brazier burns brightly. Your slave silks lay over you barely covering your secrets.

 

He squeezes your shoulder.  You’re His property and He has commanded this, to mark you as His.  No temporary collar is enough to show His true ownership.  Only His brand will suffice.

 

You hear Him turn on the device.  Its electrical sparking sizzles in the dim light like angry bees at honey harvest.  You squeeze your eyes shut, afraid to look. Your fists clench involuntarily, digging nails into the covering of the couch upon which you lay, while tears of abject submission squeeze from behind your eyelids.

 

His hand rests briefly upon your belly.  You can hear Him adjusting the device behind your self-imposed blindfold.  The crackles and sparks grow a bit quieter as He finds..as He always does..just the right level.

 

You tense, waiting for the first bite of contact.

 

When it comes, your body flinches, more reflex than pain.  It hurts and you catch your breath involuntarily as the sensation begins to follow His carefully-wrought design.  You hold yourself still and take pride in your training, as you know that if you move you may ruin His work and pride in it.  You take your breath in shallow pants and find yourself torn between focusing on the exquisite pain traveling on your delicate inner thigh and in wanting to close yourself off from it.  You catch the faintest, oh-so-faintest whiff of burning, not at all like when they brutally branded your slave-sister, kirai.  They held her down and took a heat brand to her at the moment she was sold.  Her screams echoed in  your ears and you begged whatever gods there were that you would find a less cruel master.

 

At that thought, waves of love and belonging wash over you that are stronger even than the sweet pain on your skin.  You imagine to yourself what it will look like when complete, as He asked for your thoughts on what the design should be.  His initial, yes of course, but He asked what you would like.  You asked for talendars, those tenacious but beautiful flowers clinging to life among the scree of the desert, to twine around His intial, just as you eventually found yourself twining around His heart. Without one, there is not the other.

 

The pain keeps moving, and you know he has started His second pass over the design. You can feel your body’s natural mechanisms working as if you had been smoking the kanda leaf.  You let yourself go and float upon the tide of sensation, the endorphins carrying you as if on waves.

 

He speaks not, attentive to the task.  The waves of sensation carry you to euphoria and you hit the wall that you have only heard talk about.  And then, suddenly you open yourself totally, embracing the pain on your thigh, the floating, the release from your flesh.  Past the pain, past the wall, and on the other side only bliss and belonging.

 

At some point He stops, completed.  From somewhere far away you hear the buzzing stop.  When did you cease being aware of it?  He rearranges your silks.  He dries the tears of joy from your cheeks.  He rests His hand lightly upon your belly again, keeping the connection for just a moment longer.  When He gets up, suddenly the room is cold, but he returns quickly, and His skin touches yours again to warm your spirit.

 

"Open your eyes, girl," he says firmly but with a soft tone you do not recognize.  Reluctantly you do so.  He is holding a small hand-mirror above you.  In it you can see your white thigh where He has left His mark.  You blink to bring it into focus.  Your body is fluid and heavy as you move a bit to see it clearly. 

 

There, there..the red lines denoting his ownership.  Clear and stark against your skin.  It is done and there is no going back.  You are His and totally His, and all His, and He has claimed you so.  You never thought anyone, let alone your independent spirit, could know what it felt like to be this kind of slave, or that these feelings could possibly exist when you became one.  You realize with a fierce strength that flares up inside you like fire, that nothing, no power and no man and no circumstance, and no mere dying breath, could tear you from His side. 

 


 

 

And the best part is, you can make violet wand brands temporary.  Or permanent.  No exaggeration.

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