Marks of Ownership by Kaz

Cordelia walked into the small, enclosed room, ready to teach her another lesson. 'She really *must* remember who's in charge,' the brunette thought as she shut the door behind her. She walked over to the figure bound and gagged, kneeling abjectly on the bare wooden floor. Reaching down, Cordelia used a pointed toe to tilt up the face. "Who owns you, Faith?"

"If you can't speak up, I'll tell you. I own you. Completely. You know I do, because you asked me to." She crouched down and unbuckled the gag, easing the large ball gently from Faith's teeth. "Now, girl. I'm going to play. Understand?"

Faith looked up, her eyes suddenly shining with anticipated desire, and answered, humbly, "Yes, Mistress."

Cordelia nodded in satisfaction and helped Faith to her feet. Cordelia led Faith, shackled at both ankles and wrists, towards the door of the small cell like room. With one hand on the leash attached to the steel collar permanently welded around Faith's neck, Cordelia suddenly turned and lashed her erect nipples with the tip of her riding crop.

Cordelia laughed wickedly as she heard Faith's swift intake of breath. She watched the nipples even further, and reached out to stroke them very gently, teasing Faith. "I need to hear you scream, will you? For me?"

Faith could feel herself becoming wetter at the prospect of Cordelia making her scream. She managed to answer softly "Yes, Mistress" as the delicious possibilities flooded her mind.

Cordelia noticed Faith's far-off expression and raised an eyebrow. "Girl, what are you thinking about?" She asked in a steely voice.

Faith's mind returned to the present and focused on her Mistress. "You, Mistress."

Cordelia purred as she heard the arousal in Faith's voice. "Good girl. Now, just to remind you ... you came to me to try and atone for what you've done. Prison just couldn't cut it for you. You asked me to make you hurt. 'Pain has to be paid with pain', you said."

Cordelia resumed leading Faith, out of the room she stayed in when Cordelia did not require her presence, and into what her Mistress referred to as the 'funhouse'. Cordelia released the leash once inside the room, and looked at Faith. "Kneel." A single word command but Faith instantly sunk to her knees, the knees well apart, one hand resting on each thigh, her head bowed in respect.

"Look at me, girl? Tell me what you see?" Cordelia spoke firmly, although not unkindly.

"I see you, Mistress." Faith looked up to see Cordelia in a tight black leather corset, the shoulder straps spiked with chrome points. She was also wearing a black leather miniskirt, with slits up both thighs, and the most incredible pair of leather thigh-high boots that Faith had ever seen. The stiletto heels were at least 4 inches and Cordelia moved in them with all the grace she always displayed. "I see a goddess," Faith answered simply.

Cordelia smiled. "Good, and don't you forget it. Worship me, Faith. With your tongue, your body."

Faith smiled, happy at the thought of serving the one person in the world who really cared for her, who understood her motivations. She knelt and reverently kissed the instep of Cordelia's right boot.

Cordelia purred under the attention that Faith was giving her. True, she couldn't feel the kisses and licks that Faith gave her boots; but her slave's attention to the slightest request, however bizarre or outrageous was what Cordelia wanted, even needed. 'If only someone in Sunnydale had realized that when they called me Queen C, it was always meant to be like this,' she reminisced. 'I wonder if Jonathon would have been a good slave ... well when he got nerdy I could always have kept him gagged.'

She reached down and took a firm hold of the ponytail into which Faith's hair was held. Harshly pulling her slave up, she looked into Faith's adoring face. "Girl, I need release. Crawl to the cross."

Faith nodded as she answered, "Yes Mistress." As she answered, she turned and slowly crawled towards the heavy wooden Saint Andrew's Cross bolted to the wall. 'God, I hope she flogs me. I need it so bad.'

Cordelia watched as her slave crawled, her hips moving enticingly side to side as she moved. 'Dear God, she's hot,' Cordelia thought to herself.

Faith reached the heavy wooden construction and stood up, placing her wrists and ankles into the permanently fitted leather cuffs. She waited, head resting against the padded leather support, for Cordelia to buckle and lock the restraints. She almost immediately felt her Mistress's presence, as Cordelia buckled both arm and leg cuffs tight. Tighter than usual, Faith noticed. She could hear the padlocks being clipped home as well.

"I have something very special for you tonight, girl. But first, I'm going to warm you up."

As she spoke, Cordelia lifted a lightweight flogger and began to swing it, allowing Faith to hear the low buzz as it moved through the air. Each stroke brought the multi-tailed whip closer to Faith's skin. Faith shivered in anticipation as the breeze of each stroke cooled her slightly.

Cordelia brought the tips of the whip down onto Faith's shoulders in a rapid series of repetitive motions, the continual impacts beginning to warm her skin. After a few moments, the sting began, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Cordelia watched as her slave's back began to redden slightly. Once the upper back was a consistent pink, she stopped, and pressed her chest against Faith's immobilized body. "Does it feel good?" Asked Cordelia, nearly purring.

Faith managed to nod. Swallowing quickly she answered. "Yes, Mistress. Fuckin' a, it feels wonderful."

Cordelia laughed, softly but somehow dangerously, deep in the back of her throat. "So, let's see how you like this."

As she spoke, Cordelia moved away and lifted another, much heavier flogger. She swung it experimentally and resumed the figure eight pattern of strokes. This flogger, however, did not sting. It *hurt*. The V-shaped tips of the heavy bull hide strips bit hard into Faith's back and she couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure-pain as each stroke landed.

Cordelia watched as each stroke rapidly reddened Faith's back. The tips of the tails were almost biting hard enough to cut her. From arm's length, Cordelia could smell her slave's surging arousal.

Pausing for a moment, Cordelia asked, "Do you want to be mine, Faith? For eternity?"

Faith barely nodded. The black comfort of sub-space surrounded her and she could hardly speak.

"*Really* want to be mine forever?" As Cordelia asked, she raised a hand between Faith's thighs and suddenly, without any warning, pinched her clitoris hard.

Cordelia chuckled wickedly and slid two fingers into Faith's core easily, still licking Faith's neck as she did so. "Good? You want more?"

Faith nodded again, feeling her arousal surge higher as Cordelia continued to thrust her fingers in and out. Then she felt an electric buzzing as Cordelia pressed a vibrator right against her clitoris. "Jesus!" Faith squawked. Cordelia wasted no time in attaching the straps that held the clit stimulator in place, before moving moved back and beginning to play with the remote controller.

Cordelia used the controller cruelly, chuckling as she brought Faith to the edge of orgasm repeatedly before turning the vibrator back down. "What's wrong girl?" Cordelia asked as Faith moaned in frustration.

Cordelia turned the vibrator off, and then walked up to unshackle Faith from the St Andrew's. As Faith stretched and moved, loosening herself slightly, Cordelia took hold of the ponytail and pulled Faith roughly back.

Faith knelt and Cordelia crouched behind her, and whispered into her ear, "crawl to the bed, girl." As she finished speaking Cordelia stood and walked to the bed, while Faith crawled there in her wake.

Cordelia reclined regally, and looked down at Faith as she waited there, on all fours. "Up girl, onto the bed."

Faith climbed up onto the bed and lay, as she knew she was expected to, between Cordelia's open thighs. "Now girl, pleasure me with your tongue, but before you start, hand me the remote control again please."

Faith almost purred with pleasure as she lowered her head between Cordelia's legs. She lovingly and reverently kissed the clitoris just emerging from its sheath as she inhaled Cordelia's arousal. She then kissed the pouting labia and began to slowly stroke with her tongue, parting Cordelia's lips and tasting her.

Faith began to concentrate purely on the task of bringing pleasure to her mistress. She could sense Cordelia's growing excitement as she began to concentrate on stimulating the clitoris. Her tongue rolled over the small nubbin repeatedly, stroking and teasing. She could taste Cordelia now as her wetness increased.

Cordelia smiled as her hips began twitching, she knew it was time now to have some fun. She suddenly turned on the vibrator full blast. Faith jumped almost as if she had received an electric shock and her concentration fell away. Cordelia chuckled. "What's wrong girl? Something distracting you?"

"And remember girl, I get to come first," Cordelia reminded her in a steely tone.

Faith raised her head slightly so she could answer, since she knew she was expected to. "Yes, Mistress."

As she lowered her head back, Cordelia slowed the vibrator a little. Faith realized that she did not have a lot of time to bring Cordelia to orgasm before the vibrator forced her over the edge, and if she came before Cordelia, she was going to really suffer.

Cordelia nearly purred in pleasure as Faith continue to lick and suck on her clit. She could feel the pleasure building, her arousal heightened with each touch of Faith's tongue.

Faith struggled to keep her own arousal at a manageable level. She focused all her attention on her Mistress' pleasure, ignoring her own. If she came before Cordelia did, she would be severely punished. Faith inwardly winced at that thought. It had happened once before and as punishment Cordelia made Faith come over and over again for hours. It had started out pleasurably but by the seventh or eighth orgasm in a row, she began to hurt. Faith was determined to outlast Cordelia this time.

Faith continued to pleasure Cordelia, sensing her mistress's growing arousal. As Faith continued, she could sense Cordelia reaching the verge of orgasm. Her thighs began to clench, her cunt drenched and beginning to spasm and her hands wrapped tight into Faith's hair, Cordelia came, moaning, crying and gasping out her joy.

As Cordelia began to come down from her peak, she loosened her grip on Faith's hair and smiled down. "Thank you, baby." She then smiled and flicked the vibrator on high again, smiling slowly at Faith's gasp.

Faith threw her head back, the stimulation on her clit causing her to cry out her pleasure. "Oh, Mistreeeeeesssssssss!" Now that she no longer needed to concentrate, Faith spasmed uncontrollably in an intense orgasm of her own. Crying out, moaning and screaming as she hit the peak denied her for so long.

In the afterglow of their pleasure, having removed the last vestiges of their play session, the two women embraced and held one another. Faith was curled into Cordelia's lap as they reclined on the bed, with Cordelia gently and almost absent-mindedly stroking Faith's hair.

"I've been thinking, baby," Cordelia began, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. "I want you. Forever. And I want to symbolize it somehow."

Cordelia took a deep breath and asked the question that had been preying on her mind for weeks. "I want to mark you, permanently, as mine. I want to brand you Faith. How do you feel about that?"

Faith's eyes went wide. She was shocked by Cordelia's request. She had never dreamt that Cordelia would want to make this kind of a commitment to her. Though she fought them, tears began to slowly trail down both cheeks as she realized that Cordelia wanted *her*. For life. Someone really *did* love her. She swallowed hard, pushing back her emotions to a manageable level. "Yes, please. I want that so much Mistress," she whispered.

Cordelia smiled softly. "You do?" She asked, wanting to be sure she heard Faith's soft answer correctly.

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