I touched her again and within a second she was moving into me, grinding into my hand."You want it. Just give up now."For a third time, she shook her ...ead.I went to the brazier and grabbed the branding iron. Her eyes went wide with terror."No, please, please don't please!" It's too late. I'm going to brand you once. But if you beg me, if you tell me you want me, if you agree to be my slave, then it will only be once."She managed to clamp her jaw shut.I stood over her. I held the iron right. " he said."The south had quite a few men during the war and you see where it got 'em. These won't be the first good old boys I've had to deal with," I said. "You did see where there were fourteen hundred cattle sold in the deal don't you?" Yes, I told you I wrote it all up," he said."Do you think they've been selling my cattle while I was on the way down here?" I know they have," he said."Doesn't that come under the heading or rustling cattle?" I asked."Close enough not to matter," he. My face reddened simply from the thought of others seeing me."Yes, what a sight you?ll be for them--tied to the table with only yourpretty white panties on," she continued, laughingly. "They may be ableto see your nail polish, sissy."My cock came to full erection as I saw the scene she was painting. Howfoolish I would look to them. They would know that I was a sissy and seethat I was tied and helpless, and they probably would laugh aloud. Ifelt the scary/exciting humiliation that being seen. The Baroness does not like to be kept waiting.”Logan nodded and fell in behind the young woman. She was quite pretty in a demure sort of way. Mahogany colored hair spilled down a slim back. Naked legs flashed through a short skirt split high up on her thighs as she walked. Her face was all but hidden beneath a cloth cap and a constant habit of staring at the floor.“You’re the one who was outside my door and brought me clean clothes.”She nodded without slowing or looking up from the floor. “Yes,.