Max picked up the branding iron from the small gas furnace he had in the room.<br/>It glowed re/white hot, and had a smell of hot metal.<br/>He brought it over to Rowan, walking past the kneeling Peach.<br/><br/>Holding it, he noticed Rowan's words and the way she was trying to hold still, clutching the ropes as best she could and bracing herself. He was impressed and thought she might turn out to be a natural submissive, eager to please and eager for praise.<br/><br/>He did not tantalise her, or prolong her tension, but applied the iron to her body, just above her pussy, branding and marking her as his property permanently.<br/><br/>The iron hissed and sizzled, and there was a smell of searing and burning flesh, smoke rising from the iron as Rowan's flesh evaporated and burnt off where the brand was applied.<br/><br/>Max removed the brand and flung it onto a wooden table.<br/><br/>He placed a gentle hand around Rowan's neck and moved close whispering in her ear, his words for her only.<br/><br/>"You are now my marked property, my slave and pet. I will look after you and love you, as is natural for a Master to love his pets. As my pet you will also learn to love me as your Master.<br/>You have done well so far. Welcome to my family."<br/><br/>Max turned to Peach.<br/><br/>"Untie Rowan and leash her in her cage for tonight, then attend me in my room Peach."<br/><br/>He strode from the room.