Branding and Rose Ceremony - Master Logan and Lynx

The Road Travelled:

It has been some time since  Lynx, Sister of VdO, met a new Dominant called Sir Logan in the Chateau Gardens. She knelt before him and wished him welcome to Roissy Val DuOise as he was sitting alone on a bench.  They soon bonded through long chats and intense scenes as she helped him through his path and it became clear to her that this was the kind of Master, she had needed without realizing it. The more they talked and interacted the closer they got. One day Lynx brought Master Logan to one of her favorite locations in SL in a cavern with a fireplace and fur she knelt before him and begged of him to give her his collar. He wanted her to be sure this was what she really wanted and agreed to a temporary collar. Three months passed and then on January 24th Master Logan offered Lynx a permanent collar and she accepted along with it to wear his brand on her thigh. As she said "Often pain is followed by lots of pleasure"

Chapel of Roissy Val DuOise January 24th:

The Rose Ceremony

Logan Sharple smiles warmly as he scans the packed church. His eyes wide as he stares at the cross next to him, then the red hot branding iron, as white smoke rises from the glowing embers below it.
He looks to the crowd, then to Rene, as he signals the start of the ceremony.
Master Rene then addresses the seated crowd:
Rene standing tall, scanning the faces of those gathered here, today, clearing his voice looking back to Logan.
"Gentlemen and ladies of Roissy Val d'Oise. It is my distinct honor and privilege to take a leading role in the collaring and branding ceremony today of our very own, beloved lynx and by her Master Logan Sharple.
Today is the day that will be long remembered and celebrated here in our home, and I am proud to be a part of this historic and memorable event.
At this time, i call lynx forward to the podium, to take her place before Logan. "lynx come here"

Lynx, now standing in the rear of the church, in her long white gown, takes slow and deliberate steps down the very long church isle. Her eyes pinned on Logan, as her shaking legs are well hidden under the ruffles of her long dress. Her arrival at the top of the podium is marked with a slow, pregnant pause, as she lovingly looks into Logans eyes, before taking her place before him. Her eyes never breaking contact with his.
Dream looks at Lynx knowing what she is feeling

Logan Sharple takes her by her hand and brings her to the silver tray containing one red rose and one white rose. He then picks up the red rose, while motioning lynx with a subtle nod, to take the white rose. He slowly and methodically pricks lynx's finger with with a thorn of the red rose, allowing 2 drops of blood to drip onto the white rose.
Lynx then offers Logan her rose, and he pricks his own finger, allowing one drop to mingle with one of hers, and the other along side. They then, while holding their respective roses, put their fingers together  and join their blood.
René explained in a clear voice:" The ceremony of the Rose is steeped in ritual and meaning, and is handed down to us like this:
Pricking the finger of the submissive is symbolic of taking her virginity. She has shed blood to give herself completely to him. The drops on the white rose also speak of the same thing.
In pricking his own finger, the dominant shows his willingness to shed his blood to protect and defend her by virtue of his ownership.
The drops on her rose show that vividly; the drop that falls on her blood covers it and blends with it, thus indicating their union. Pressing the wounds from the thorns together allows their blood to mix, joining them as strongly as their own family blood-lines. They are now of the same flesh and blood.
The mixture of the petals signifies the mixing and blending of their lives. Couples often keep them in a decorative jar, once the petals have dried .
Upon death, a portion of those petals are placed with the body to show a bond that will extend beyond the grave.
Many legends are told of roses that have sprung up on the graves of couples who have loved so strongly during their physical lifetime that even in death they sent back evidence of their everlasting love in the form of roses that bloom again on the graves.
Logan Sharple looks to her eyes with a piercing stare, as he motions for lynx to kneel before him, as a wide smile purses his lips, his hands down at his sides as he waits for the crowd to settle down. His eyes now scanning the crowd before he proclaims:
STATE YOUR FULL NAME, AND YOUR PURPOSE FOR BEING HERE TODAY FOR ALL TO HEAR.
lynx speaks up in a loud and proud voice, with evidence of nervous cracking in her voice: MY NAME IS FERALLYNX. MY PURPOSE HERE TODAY IS TO PROCLAIM MY LOYALTY, TRUST AND DEVOTION TO THE MAN I LOVE: LOGAN SHARPLE, AND TO OFFER MY MIND, BODY AND SOUL TO HIM, WITHOUT RESERVATION, IF HE SHALL HAVE ME, AND TO SERVE HIM WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING. TO GIVE HIM ALL OF ME, AS I STRIVE TO SERVE HIM IN ALL WAYS, THAT HE SEES FIT, AND AS IS PLEASING TO HIM. I PLEDGE TO BE HIS, AND HIS ALONE FOR THAT IS WHERE MY HEART AND SOUL WISH TO BE.
Dream wipes a tear
Logan Sharple smiles as he takes her by the wrist and moves to the center of the floor, motioning her to kneel.
Rene looks at Lynx
" Are you prepared to formally submit to Logan Sharple on this date, before this audience?"
" yes, Master Rene, I do"
Rene smile and nods

The Vows

lynx: "I remember the fire light, Master, that danced upon the cavern walls more that 3 months ago. I knelt upon a blanket 
 begging for you collar .. You gave me Your temporary collar that night and with that collar a purpose...
Beginning that night you took away my ability to self destruct, you have taken away my self doubt, You have taken away my insecurities and have allowed me the room to grow within my self. You have taken away my self pity and turned me into a secure productive person. You have taken away my ability to become a doormat and replaced it with confidence and self reliance..
 Today in return my Master, I give you respect, loyalty, and honor and most of all i give you my love and devotion, and ultimately my gift of submission. This you have earned, with your stern ways, you kind heart and your wisdom. Thank you for choosing to share your world with me.... ..as you complete me, I can not fathom life without you now!. ...We will walk the path together, our hearts and souls entwined.

Logan Sharple nods  and smiles as he listens to her deep, loving words. His mind closing out every sound around him as he listens intently. Upon the completion of her speaking, his reply begins:
"Do you pledge forthwith, to give to me your mind, your body and your soul, without any reservation, with the understanding that MY word is, and always will be……the final word on all topics?"
lynx : "yes, my Master"
Logan Sharple: "Do you pledge to fulfill all of my wants and desires, as you internalize and accept them to become YOUR wants and desires…..always striving to please and to improve, as you learn what your submission means….each and every day in my collar?"
lynx : "yes, my Master"
Logan Sharple: "Do you pledge to carry yourself as an example of what "right looks like" in a woman and to always hold your public reputation as a reflection of my own?"
lynx: "yes, my Master"

The collaring and branding

Logan Sharple: smiles as he looks down to her eyes and again nods approvingly……….his hand reaching under his coat now as he reveals a beautiful bejeweled silver collar, placing it in full view of lynx and the crowd before them. his steady hands opening it up wide, as he lines it up perfectly with her bare neck. his eyes wide now with pleasure as he leans forward and allows the collar to envelope her soft, creamy neck, until hearing the loud and distinct CLICK of the lock, as the collar takes its permanent position around her neck, symbolically and actually claiming her as "property of Logan Sharple".
Logan Sharple looks down, taking a long, pregnant pause, to admire the new collar around her neck. a wide smile now pursing his lips as he leans down and grasps her wrist and lifts her up to her feet...........now standing before him briefly, as he nods to her with approval. he then walks her a few steps to the waiting "cross" as he slowly and methodically locks in her wrists, then her ankles, in perfect position.
Logan Sharple looks deeply into lynx's eyes as he proclaims: as your master, i have decided that you shall wear my brand, for all of the world to see. it shall be the mark of "Logan" and you will wear it proudly, and with distinction. it will mark you as mine to not only those that witness it with their eyes, but to YOU as you not only see the mark, but FEEL it, as the chain that binds your heart to mine.
Logan Sharple smiles as his eyes pierce hers deeply for a long, pregnant pause, before averting his gaze to the audience and proclaiming: As is my right to do so……I choose to mark this occasion with the supplement of my very own brand, affixed to the thigh of my property…..lynx, allowing her the privilege of proudly displaying the distinguished marking that forever ties her to one man, and one man alone.
lynx trembles and shutters , as eyes scan the area
victoria Somerset moves a bit closer to show her support

 Logan Sharple casually allows his large, powerful hands to lightly roam her every curve and valley, before pausing at her waist and removing the lower portion of her long, elegant dress, now exposing her long, luscious, creamy legs for the view of all. His hand now lightly tracing a smooth pattern on her outter left thigh as his mind visualizes the finished product. His eyes now slowly turning with his body to face the red hot branding iron casually residing in the hot coals merely 2 feet away. The white smoke emanating from the coal pit slowly rising in small swirls of dancing fog now as he shakes the branding iron in the coals for a few dramatic moments, to ensure it is achieving the desired temperature.
lynx suddenly blurts out, my Master, please a piece of leather or rawhide to bite....her eyes large circles  encompassing the fire and the poker it held....
Logan Sharple nods to vicky
victoria Somerset:  reaches up and gives Lynx a piece of leather to bite down on
lynx quickly closes her teeth around the leather
Logan Sharple smiles as he slowly removes her lower dress, to expose his target.
Logan Sharple nods to Rene, then to the audience briefly, before removing the brand from the red hot coals, turning slowly to face lynx, with a proud smile now pursing his lips, as he proclaims:

"With this brand, I forever mark you as the property of Logan Sharple. Do you understand the significance of this act?"
lynx eyes lovelingly search his an locking upon them nods...
Logan Sharple tilts his head to the right as he receives her reply. The white smoke now emanating slowly from the tip of the red hot brand that is now only a few feet away from her…taunting her with the inevitable symbol of what is to adorn her thigh forever.
Logan Sharple nods slowly as he lowers his gaze to the exact target of his intentions. Her soft creamy thigh posing ever so readily for his mark, as he guides the iron closer and closer and closer to her thigh, before making direct contact with her body, as evidenced by the strong odor of seared flesh, combined with the ripples of layered smoke that now fill the air. His eyes never leaving the site of the brand, to ensure only total and complete perfection in the issuance of the marking.
lynx' teeth clinching down on the leather, determined not to cry out..to prove she is fitting to be his. Feeling the tears in corner of her eyes, slowing seeping down her cheeks.
Proud she endured for him., for herself,,proving her strength..
 victoria Somerset reaches out gently caressing her leg in support
Logan Sharple ensures that after a few well counted seconds, the iron is pulled back perfectly straight, before admiring the finished product and casually tossing the iron into the fire pit. A wide smile and nod of approval now appearing more evident, as he accepts what appears to be “perfection” in his deed. A snap of his fingers and a nod to vicky, now making it clear she is free to treat the inflamed flesh with salve and cool water.
victoria Somerset moves up to lynx and brings some water on a cloth and some salve to tend to the mark

Logan Sharple turns to the VdO Proprietor Rene, and then the audience, before proclaiming: thank you all for your attendance at this very special and joyous event. We hope you will also join us for our reception, to formally celebrate this day.
lynx sniffling but smiling
Dream smiles wide knowing about their deep happyness
victoria Somerset gently caresses the mark and places the cooling salve on it after cleaning it carefully
victoria Somerset looks up and sees the happiness in Lynx's eyes knowing she is ok :-)
Logan Sharple leans in slowly and kisses lynx on her cheek as he whispers: well done, mine. i am very proud of you.
lynx feels the soothing effect of the cloth upon her leg
victoria Somerset inspects the mark and sees it looks clean and salved and smiles up to Lynx
victoria Somerset admires the precision of Master Logans brand
Logan Sharple promptly dresses, then leashes lynx, and with a proud smile, escorts her out of the church as he waves to the crowd.
"thank you all again! please join us in the ballroom now. Then at 8pm slt, we will have another party!"
Rene stands.
"Rene would like to thank everyone for witnessing the collaring of lynx to Master Logan, and in conclusion you are now invited to join us in the festivities as we celebrate in the Ballroom this wonderful event."

And the story goes on for the two of them...