It was in early 2019 that Master first commanded his servant to write ‘Property of Superior Master’ on her butt. It took three attempts for me to get it good enough, and big enough to please my Master. I can remember being in a complete panic, because I knew he was waiting, I couldn’t figure out logistically how to do what he had commanded, without putting my back out. It wasn’t until Master was pleased, and I actually stopped and really looked at the words on my butt, that I realised how soaking wet my pussy was.

That has always been the effect that having my owners name on my body has on this little servant. It makes her incredibly horny. It makes her happy. Removing it is always hard.

Recently, I remembered that Master had once said that he wanted to keep me with the writing on my body 24/7. My cup of tea was away for four days, which meant I had the freedom to live like that. I couldn’t wait to drop him at the airport so I could drive home and ask for my Master’s permission to be marked for him. I was nervous asking for his permission. I didn’t want Master to feel displeased that my cup of tea being away was the reason I was asking. I didn’t want this to be about my cup of tea in any way. I really needed to have my Master’s permission.

"Mark yourself, for your owner."

Property of Superior Master, was written across my chest in big heavy black letters. Letters curling across my tits and around my nipples. I send a photo to Master for his approval.

I spend the day wearing a low cut top, the words partly showing above the fabric. Every time I walk past a mirror I stop and stare at myself. Pull my top and bra down to see Master’s name and ownership on my tits. I seem to look different. More beautiful, more sexy. Something is different about me, when I see myself, it’s like a better version of me is looking back at me in the mirror. I felt like the fact that I am his little servant was radiating out of me.

That feeling reminded me of the day that my harness was delivered. I wore it for my Master, with the latex skirt. Sent photos and videos of his little servant touching herself for him, showing him the wetness of her pussy on her fingers. Later that afternoon all dressed up in winter coat, hat and scarf, headphones in, I was walking along the street against the rush of workers all heading home. Holding my head up, in my own little world. Feeling good, still horny. A guy stopped me. I thought I must have dropped something. I hadn’t. He said I looked so beautiful, he just had to say hello, and would I like to meet him for a coffee one day. I smiled, and said “No, I’m sorry, I’m married”. But what I really wanted to say was, “No, I have a Master”. Because Master is the one that makes me feel beautiful. I realised then that I must have been radiating some kind of crazy energy after being a slut for my Master that afternoon.

It feels like my truth is shining out of me. Master says it is because I am happy understanding who I am. That I am his possession. And even if others can’t see the words, they can see me, and how different I am. He says he has wanted that from me from the first time he saw me. He was so sure of what I was. I’ve told him I don’t understand what he could see. I know it doesn’t matter right now. One day, I would like to be able to understand.

Sunday night I send Master a little video before I go to bed, to tell him good night, and show him his mark is still in place. Every day I reapply the mark after my shower, fix it during the day if it gets smudged or looks like it is fading. I spend the days in a constant state of horniness. My pussy throbbing and wet.

On Monday morning I get two messages from Master.

"You will have an orgasm.
On your knees"

I read his messages and groan out loud. I’m so incredibly grateful. I strip off my clothes and kneel on the wooden floor of the bedroom, in front of the mirror. I see the words on my tits, and I watch myself. I think what a little slut my Master is making me. I’m so horny I could orgasm straight away, but I don’t want to. Being allowed to have an orgasm is a treat, don’t rush, I need to enjoy it for as long as possible. I need it to feel so strong and so intense that my Master can feel it over the other side of the world. God, I needed that orgasm. It went on and on. I was so grateful that Master allowed his little servant to touch herself and have an orgasm for him.

The mark remains in place for four days. On the final day I know I have to remove it. I stand in the bathroom feeling sad. It slowly comes off as I rub. Once it is gone I look at myself and feel suddenly plain. I don’t want to cry, but I can feel the tears coming. I take some deep breaths, force the tears away and focus on the fact that I am still Masters possession. Still his little servant. Still his good girl. That truth hasn’t changed. Only the outward sign has gone.

The four days have made me wonder. Why is it so powerful to be marked in that way? It is of course a truth that I already know, I am owned, I am my Master’s possession. I can’t show anyone. No-one knows the mark is there. Only Master and this little servant know. It makes me think about other outward signs of possession, like collars, leashes and cuffs. But also leaves me wondering if there might be other, more discreet, ways of showing my complete submission to my Master.