Have you ever eaten human flesh?..

Around March time, Sir told me that i should come to Him when i am ready to be owned. i had the collar at Christmas 2013, the tag and ownership was next to come.

 

August time was our year anniversary, to which i did some of my best slutty dancing for Him, whilst He looked handsome in His suit. my long black evening dress did not stay on for long, with my back to Sir, i pulled it up, revealing the words, ‘Please own me Sir’ written on my ass. His face lit up.

 

Here is my story of how i earned my tag, on Tuesday 23rd December 2014…

 

 

Feeling excited, i knelt on the mat naked, facing the front door. Darkness filled the empty hallway, as i waited for Sir. With only 2 days until Christmas, i was wondering what special Christmas surprise Sir had in store for me.

 

A hood went over my head, air way blocked by His strong arm, dragging me to my feet. Not quite the Christmas surprise i thought he was cooking up, but i still wore a smile under the hood.

 

As i was taken through the rooms, Sirs menacing voice filled my head, moving me faster, out into the cold. Standing in front of me, He warned me to do exactly what He says, otherwise i could fall, i realised we were at the top of the new stairs, that led down into the new basement. Sir was saying, “You want to be owned and have that tag put on your collar, well tonight slut, you are going to earn it!”

 

What did that mean? i wasn’t quite sure, logic was going out of my head, as i had a feeling that He might push me down the stairs… no He wouldn’t do that… i’m sure… or was i?… He made me step down one step at a time, i wondered, perhaps He was going to make me spend the night down here, in the dark and cold?..

 

We came to the last step, “this is the last step slut, it is bigger than the others, and once you go down it, there is no turning back, we will be going through with everything I have planned for tonight, are you sure you want to do it?”

i took a brief moment to try and think about all my options, but the dream of being owned by this wonderful man, somehow over powered any negative feeling i had… so i stepped down… forever..

 

Pushing me forward, i went into the soft padding of the spanking bench, “You know what it is slut, so get on it!” i complied. my heart rate was rising as He bound me to it, realising that no matter how much i screamed, no one would ever hear me down there..

 

“You won’t just be wearing that tag, you will be wearing Sir’s mark on you forever!”

 

After being restrained to the bench, additional stretch film was wrapped around my torso, i was starting to panic, yes i wanted to wear Sirs mark, but i was so scared if anything went wrong, and i was left with an unsightly mark, or a mark which shows at work. Was He going to brand me?.. The stretch film was being bound over my bum as well, ‘thank god’ i don’t think He was actually going to mark me.. oh wait, He pulled part of the film away from one cheek, exposing the skin. my breathing became laboured, i started to cry, i wanted to beg Him not to mark me, but i hated the thought of Him thinking i did not want it, i did, i was just scared.

 

The hood came off, creepy music went on, candles were around, dimly lighting the damp space. i could see a table with a syringe, wipes, gloves, a scalpel and a few other medical bits set out on a stainless steel tray. my nerves got the better of me, i said about being marked for work, He reminded me that He knows exactly where my shorts fit for work, and that i shouldn’t worry about it.

 

This was starting to look like a scene from Dexter, being bound in stretch film, in a secluded prepped room.

 

“If all goes to plan, all you should feel is a small pin prick, to numb the area”
Still in a panic, i was hoping this was true. i resided myself that I should just keep still. i couldn’t stop him, best thing would be for me to keep still then the mark should come out perfect… That wasn’t all though…

 

After He had cleaned and injected my ass cheek, He came round to show me a frying pan, with onions all ready to go. “You will eat yourself tonight slut..”

 

‘oh’ I thought….

 

He pinched the skin, and i freaked out saying i could feel it, He said He would wait longer, said it could take up to 5 minutes for it to start working. i could feel the skin going cool.

 

Whilst waiting He came round and throat fucked me, all the time filling my mind with the thought of being owned, no going back, i will be his, He can do what He likes, when He likes with me forever…. Although to be honest He has had this power over me for quite sometime now.

 

Pinching my ass again, i could no longer feel Him, He said i was ready. i stayed completely still, whilst still sobbing. He told me what was happening, first He drew the paw print, next He proceeded to cut out the first bit.

 

i was trembling as He came close to my face to show me my skin, it seemed quite big, and i freaked out when He said that was only one of the 4 toes. This paw print was going to be huge! He put the little round piece of skin into the pan, and went back to finish the rest, after each cut, showing me more pieces of my skin, before popping in the pan.

 

i was to say thank you after each cut.

 

i could feel the blood trickling down my leg, cleaning me up, and warning that it may sting a bit, He then put a bandage on it.

 

Feel confused and in shock, Sir left the basement, His boots echoing as he stomped up the stairs with the pan. Sir was off to cook me..

 

It seemed to take forever before He returned, i could smell the onions, ‘oh my god, He has really done it!’

Sir made me have the first bit, it didn’t, i mean ‘i’ didn’t taste too bad. Sir had the next bit, and we ate, until all of me was gone.

 

Releasing me from the bench, and telling me that i was a good girl, and that i had made Him proud, i was feeling shaky and little as i stood. Standing on the cold stony floor, my arms hugging round my naked body for any sort of comfort i could get. The bright torch, shone down to Sirs shoes. i knelt down on the uneven floor to kiss His shoes, and say thank You.

 

Sir took me into His arms, embraced me tight, before taking me to see my new mark.

 

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We went up stairs for me to see the mark, He took me to a full length mirror, my head questioned our time in the basement, when no blood was showing through the gauze. Sir took off the pad, all that was there was a blue paw print, done in a Sharpie… no blood, no cuts…

 

i burst into tears, both happy and relieved that He hadn’t cut my perfect skin, but also so sad at the same time that it wasn’t real, i did not carry Sirs mark on me. i don’t know which emotion i felt the most, i was now even more confused. But i felt You inject me!?… Sir never did, when i thought He was wiping me over with an antiseptic wipe, He was actually putting on ibuleve gel, before poking me with a pin, which didn’t even draw blood. The gel had felt cool and started to numb the skin.

 

“i felt blood running down my leg!” That was only maple syrup, warmed up to body temperature.

 

To finish it off, Sir had some small bits of un-smoked bacon to be my skin.

 

The time in the basement was a total head fuck, i can never be quite sure what is real with Sir, and what is not. One thing is for sure, i earned my new tag!

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