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accepted. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
    Sir took her to a secluded beach under the stars where the muscle-bound Headmaster Coen stood waiting for them beside a fire ring with red hot coals.
    Brie briefly glanced at the flames and saw the iron rod nestled in the coals. For the first time she felt a quiver of fear and found it strangely exhilarating.
    “Good evening, Davis.” He nodded to Brie. “Miss Bennett.”
    Sir held out his hand. “Thank you for coming tonight.”
    “I am honored to be part of such a sacred event.”
    “Yes, thank you, Headmaster Coen,” Brie echoed. “It eases my mind, as you and I have been through this once before.”
    He chuckled lightly. “Unlike last time, Miss Bennett, there will be no mind-fuck. If you get cold feet, you have only to say the word up until the moment the hot iron touches your skin. After that point, I will be committed to giving you a proper brand.”
    Brie took a nervous breath, the weight of what she was about to do hitting her full force. “I will do everything in my power not to move when that time comes, Master Coen.”
    “The branding itself is a quick process, but you’ll find the challenge comes in the healing afterwards. It will take months for the burns to settle down and up to a year for the brand to heal. You also run the risk of infection. Do you understand what you are committing to?”
    “I do, Master Coen. I understand and accept the risks.”
    “Fine.” Master Coen turned to Sir. “I’m satisfied.”
    “Good.” Sir then asked Brie, “Would you like to have a drink in honor of your courage before or after your branding?”
    Hearing the word ‘branding’ spoken so casually caused her loins to contract in fearful pleasure.
    I’m really going to do this…
    “Afterwards, Sir. I want to be fully aware. I need to embrace this experience, body and soul.”
    Sir pulled a gag from his pocket. Brie had requested it, feeling it would give her a sense of control to be able to bite down on the cloth and muffle any screams she might make.
    Brie turned and opened her mouth, allowing him to tie it securely in place. Afterwards, Sir turned her back to face him, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. He stared deep into her eyes, caressing her soul with his intense gaze. When he seemed satisfied with her resolve, he commanded, “Undress for me, téa.”
    Numbness took over as she slowly undressed before the two men. The moment became surreal when she folded her clothes. Master Coen directed her to press her torso against the smooth trunk of a huge tree that had washed ashore. Even lying on its side, the log came up to Brie’s waist.
    “It will give you the support you need during the branding,” he stated. “If you concentrate on leaning into the trunk, you will avoid flinching and possibly ruining the brand.”
    Brie pressed her waist against the smooth trunk, surprised that she would not be bound as she had been at the Training Center. Instead, Sir moved around to the other side of the trunk and took hold of both of her hands, his confident smile giving her courage.
    She took a moment to glance around her, soaking in the beauty of their surroundings: the small crescent moon, the ghostly white foam of the waves constantly hitting the beach, and the night sky sprinkled with stars. All of it added to this unique moment in time. Brie felt connected to the universe; humans throughout history had performed rituals such as this to mark moments of deep spiritual significance.
    “Look into my eyes, téa.”
    Brie focused her gaze solely on Sir.
    He stroked her cheek with one hand while still holding tightly onto her wrists with the other, not breaking their bond. “I brand you tonight not only to mark you as mine, téa, but to celebrate your devotion and courage as my submissive. To others it may symbolize my ownership over you, but to me it announces my undying commitment. There will be no other in my life. Even death will not stand in the way of my