Chapter Eight
It took several weeks for my brand and piercings to completely heal. During that time, I visited a dermatologist quite often where almost every hair on my body was lasered off. The nurse enjoyed studying and handling my cage. She was really intrigued with it. The way she talked, she thought she would like one on her husband. When she was done, there was nothing left except for my long blond locks, eye lashes and eyebrows. Using shields, she was even able to shape them as well. It was better than waxing. Then there was the tattoo artist who gave me a tramp stamp low in the center of my back. It was the Kanji symbol for slave with a couple of pink and purple roses on each side. A week later he highlighted my branding scar so everyone would know I was owned. Occasionally I was
