My girlfriend had a very weird branding kink [FF]

*I should note the person in this story is no longer the 19 year old agent of chaos I dated. However, our relationship was toxic and sometimes our fights are worth including.*

Yes, I had a girlfriend who was very into degradation. She was weirdly obsessed with “branding” which scared the hell out of me… SHE scared the hell out of me. After this story she got pretty creative with temporary ways of writing on me.

*Once she put her underwear in my mouth and spelled her name on my back with hot wax. That’s not really relevant to THIS story but I wanted y’all to have that visual.*

Anyway, it started small. She would write in pen and draw temporary tattoos on my arm. Sometimes she’d add her name to them, which was complicated because I wasn’t “out” and would have to cover them up to avoid questions.

Things escalated once because we got into a fight. I remember this fight because it was so fucking absurd.

She walked in and asked what I was doing. When I responded I was applying for the Peace Corps she flipped fucking shit, even though I had been very upfront about my plans after graduation since I met her.

“You’re so fucking selfish,” she yelled at me.

“You disappeared for a week last month and made out with a man on my birthday, but I’M the selfish one because I want to join the Peace Corps?”

“You’re going halfway across the world to do god knows what in god knows which country.”

“To volunteer! I’m not going to war.”

In a perfect storm of unfortunate events, she grabbed her bag from the table I was working on and yanked it toward her. In one motion her strap hit my laptop and it fell to the damn floor. The screen cracked instantly.

I had saved up for that laptop for three months. I remember looking at the broken screen and bursting into tears.

She offered to pay for it and I refused. We kept fighting and every time I looked at my laptop I’d start crying and she’d offer to pay for it again. I kept refusing.

“Why won’t you let me pay for it?” She finally screamed.

“Because I don’t like where the money comes from!”

*Yes, I realize what that sounds like and it’s almost certainly not what you’re thinking. She just had a job that required her to work in her underwear and my young brain got incredibly jealous and possessive. It drove me fucking crazy. I’m only human and I really did not like the thought of my girlfriends ass out all night.*

*Meanwhile I was a SAT tutor making $7/hour. My laptop was a big deal.*

She didn’t even get mad. She just got really still and stared at me which was somehow more terrifying. “I didn’t know it bothered you.”

“I was trying to be supportive but of course it fucking bothers me!”

“Why?”

“You’re not even… mine.”

She finally smiled slightly. “That’s what bothers you?”

“Oh fuck off.”

“It’s kind of sweet. I never see you lose your shit like this.”

*Folks mistake my chillness for apathy.*

“I’m glad you’re amused by this.”

“You know I’m gay right? I feel nothing.”

“That’s not the point. THEY feel something for my fucking girlfriend.”

She reached for me and told me I was cute when I was jealous. I believe I tried to fight her for all of thirty seconds before letting her pull me into bed.

She climbed on top of me and put my hand to her breast. “You’re the only one who gets this, V.”

*That wasn’t even true. She cheated on me… A lot. Whatever.*

She did this very sexy thing where she would run her hands over my face and lightly touch my lips. I shuddered when she leaned down to kiss my cheek and felt her hand travel in between my legs. She ran her open palm back and forth a few times.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine. Please fuck me.”

She pulled my shirt off and put her mouth to my body, opening her lips slightly so her tongue could flick across my skin. She moved from my neck to my collarbone and started kissing around my bra. When she ran a hand down my body I couldn’t stop shaking. “I like it when you do that,” she said as she kissed me.

She flipped me on my stomach and straddled me as she put a hand in my hair and pulled. “I don’t have to ask if you’re mine because I know you are.”

“Please fuck me.”

She reached her hand down my pants and cupped my ass. “I want you to scream my name while you come.”

“I will but I’m begging you to fuck me.”

She pulled my hair as she bit my ear. “I’m going to tie you up and spank you.”

“Fine. Please fuck me.”

“I want to brand your ass with my name.”

“Fine… Wait. What the fuck?” I shrugged her off me and sat up to face her. “What did you just say?”

“I want to brand your ass with my name?”

“How?”

“I don’t know like a tattoo or fire?”

My mouth hung open. “Hard limit.”

“Really?”

“That surprises you?”

“I’d get your name tattooed on me.”

“Please don’t turn this into a thing because I don’t want to permanently alter my body.”

“What about permanent marker?”

“What?”

“Can I write on you in permanent marker?”

“Um… how permanent?”

“You can’t stand my words on you for a week? Who else is seeing you undress?”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Ok, you can write on me.”

“Alright, then get fully naked.”

I did as she got her fucking marker kit. She was an artist and conveniently had sharpies in every color already.

*Fun fact: She sold a painting last week.*

She flipped me back on my stomach and started with my ass. She wrote her name over and over again in red.

“What is this doing for you?” I asked when she was halfway through.

“I want you to remember you’re mine every time you take your clothes off.”

“Maybe I already do.”

She smacked my ass once and then continued. “I know but I want to spell a few things out.”

She pulled my hair and flipped me so I was lying on my back. She twisted one of my nipples and I screamed. She smiled, “I just want them extra sensitive for this.”

“Fucking sadist,” I mumbled but I didn’t stop her as she slid the marker across my breasts and made me shudder.

“Hold still or I’ll punish you.”

“What the fuck are you even writing?”

She had switched to a black marker which was inexplicably intimidating. “I’m writing ‘I’m a slut who is obsessed with my girlfriend’s cunt.’”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am absolutely not.”

She was not. That’s what she wrote in large font that stretched across my entire chest. I stared down at it and glared at her.

*Truthfully, for reasons I still cannot explain, this was kind of a turn on.*

“Open your legs,” she said. We stared at each other for a few seconds and then I did. She put her head in between them and started writing inside my thigh.

“What are you writing now?”

“I’m writing ‘I beg for it like [her name]’s good girl.”

“Fuck.”

“Are you turned on?” She asked when she got to the top of my leg and started writing across my lower stomach.

“Maybe.”

She raised an eyebrow and made eye contact before shoving two fingers inside of me without warning.

“Fuck me!” I cried out involuntarily.

“You’re super wet so I’ll take that as my answer.” She pulled her hand out and continued writing.

“That was fucking cruel.”

She nipped at my thigh and smiled as I cried out, but kept writing down my other leg.

Tbh, she was pretty good at calligraphy and I was kind of impressed. “It’d look beautiful if you hadn’t just called me your slut.”

“You look beautiful even though youre my slut.”

She lowered her head and licked my thigh. “Beg me.”

“The words on my body aren’t enough?”

She leaned back and looked at her work and smiled. “Fair enough.”

She dove in and started licking me. Usually she was a slow burn with her tongue but this time she just went all in and started licking my clit so fast I had to sit up and pull her hair.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

I was close to climax within a minute and couldn’t stop squirming. She held me down with her hand and kept going. She reached up and flicked my nipple once which sent me spiraling. I screamed and jolted forward before finally lying back.

We laid beside each other and she ran her hand across the words she had written. “I wish this was permanent,” she whispered as I fell asleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v7pmn1/my_girlfriend_had_a_very_weird_branding_kink_ff