EXTRACT FOR
Depths of Depravity
(Faye Valentine)

Five minutes later Claire was kneeling in the middle of her living room staring up at Trevor. "Before we begin this evening's session I need to ask you a few questions for the record," he said. "Can you please state your name, age and why we are here?"

"My name is Claire Holland, I'm thirty-five years old and I am here to be trained as your sex slave."

"Is that so?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you sure you don't mean submissive?"

"No Master. I'm certain I want you to train me as your sex slave."

"Just so we're on the same page here, you're telling me, on camera, that you are prepared to give up all rights as a human being, that you'll submit to me so completely you'll do anything and everything I command whether you like it or not?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you, Master. Please, train me as your loyal and obedient sex slave."

"Trust me, you don't have what it takes."

"I do to, Master!" Claire said with surprising conviction.

"You understand that as my slave you will not have safewords. You will do as commanded, when commanded or you'll be swiftly and severely disciplined?"

"I understand, Master."

"Yeah, you say that now, but few have what it takes to commit so completely to the lifestyle."

"Then test me Master. Command and I will obey."

"You want to prove yourself to me?" Trevor said, going to the black case and pulling out the branding gun. "This, Claire, is a branding gun. You want to prove yourself then you will kneel and let me place my mark on your breast without moving or making a peep. Do either and I'm out of here. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master."

Claire knew he was not fooling around. She also knew she was about to be on the receiving end of some serious pain ??" the same pain her best friend endured, but she also knew that if she did not do as he commanded he would go after everyone she held dear to her heart. He yanked the front of her shirt down and then pressed the tip of the branding iron against her left breast.

"This is your last chance to change your mind."

"Pull the trigger, Master."

Trevor did just that and to his surprise Claire did not move a muscle or let even the tiniest groan, grunt or scream escape her tightly pressed lips as Trevor's Tramps was permanently branded into her skin.

"You surprise me, but I'm still not convinced." Putting the branding gun on the coffee table, he unzipped his pants and no sooner was his cock free then Claire's lips were wrapped around the head before he could command her to do so. "That will be twenty-five swats for sucking your Master's cock without permission," he said, taking a step back. "Stand, strip out of your clothes and then assume the kneeling position. This next test should prove entertaining," he said with a sadistic grin.