She stopped in the office for some literature for her so who was interested in possibly joining. Anyway she and I were chatting. I was about 40 then a...d had 18 years of service. We would talk and she left and said thanks for the info. About a week later she stopped by again and we resumed our conversations and then she made small talk about the ribbons and badges on my Class B uniform. She then shocked me by saying she really liked someone in uniform and it was so nice to have someone to talk. I had to wimp out so many times from post cum torture. We were usually done or switched roles when we came in the leg bag tube and the piss after washed it down. We collect the piss from our leg bag for later use.We did the same thing in bed at night. The nurse would tuck me in and tie me down to the bed with safety bed belts on my hands wrist and feet. Bed pads for accidents. I had a catheter and leg bag. Oxygen. A sippy cup with a long straw I could reach with my mouth. An alarm if I pissed.. So, she took all the rest and put them in another bag.Then, she opened up all her dresser drawers and began to pull out her panties, bras, pantyhose, shorts, t shirts, swim suits, and other little items. They all went into the bag together and now her dresser was as empty as her closet.She re read the list again and started to carry and drag all the bags with her clothes in them down to Linda’s car. She hoped that no one was around since she was naked. The trunk was already open and she made. “And you are prepared to wear the brand and mark of your master?” His questions seemed annoying more than anything, but she supposed he had to be sure, because once done, it was irreversible.“I understand and comply. Please mark me the sole property of my master.” It was the pre-planned and practiced response required in the ritual. She had learned the words and now repeated them verbatim.He nodded once and then turned to the instrument trolley that was within easy reach of his left hand. Idly.