" I kept smiling, and nodded." I kept smiling, and nodded. But she didn't say anything further, so I said "So?" "So." She smiled. She rested her elbows on the table and leaned over to me, and in a soft voice she said, "I want one more thing from you..." and she whispered the last word, "master." I raised my eyebrow again, and said, equally softly, "And what would that be, my slave?" "I want a brand." I paused. I wasn't sure I'd heard that right, so I played her words over again in my mind. I'd heard it right. "You want a... brand?" She nodded. "Mm Hmm." "Like in a burn mark?" My voice was a little closer to stage whisper now. |