"If it's one thing you need to be reminded of is that you belong to me." Agile fingers braided into golden red locks, allowing their owner to tug who was captive in their grasp to the destination they pleased. A stifled groan of pain and pleasure came from the girl as she was yanked over to a bench, being made to stoop over it while wrists were tied in place to hold her there. Ankles were just as diligently bound to the legs of the bench, and Andraia was fixed bent over and thighs spread apart. As trousers were unclasped and all that clad her apple shaped bottom fell to her ankles, one cheek was given a swift swat of the palm. "Just exactly what do I have to do to make it more clear to you, hmm?" Her gale like temper flew through her palm once more, landing surely on its mark on her pet's ass again, this time with enough force to make her rock forward despite being tethered. Lady Tremaine inspected her nails in a pensive matter on the subject, when it dawned on her about her signet ring. With that, her hand was back in those tresses, wrenching the girl's head back to hiss in her ear, "I think I know exactly what I'm going to do with you. I'm going to brand you with this ring, and then there will be no doubt in anybody's mind who you belong to, my darling pet." She let go of Andi's head just as swiftly as she had grabbed it and removed the ring from her finger dropping it in the fire. She stared into the blaze of the hearth, letting it reflect in the jade of her eyes as her fingers drummed against the surface of a nearby table, each minute drawing closer to the conclusion she had promised. She made sure the tongs for the grate did the job she wanted of procuring the ring in just the precise way, and then swooped over to where the girl was fettered down. The ring was red hot and as it hit the mark on its target, sizzled into the flesh, eliciting a mingled vociferation from the one receiving its berth. It seemed every muscle in Andraia's body clenched together in a motley fashion, as well as halting her breath, evidenced by the paling along her knuckles and the flush across her face. The heraldic symbol in the center now purposely nestled into Andraia's flank was staring straight back at the viewer prominently in a glistening red. The girl's legs unlocked and trembled in place, as the ring was placed in a bowl with a clatter as it seemed to spin inside. The edge of fingernails began from that spot, up the spine, watching the muscles ripple through skin under her touch. "That's much better, wouldn't you agree?" A small nod was afforded, bringing on backlash of hair being jerked again into that hand, "I thought we agreed I don't want to hear your head rattle when you answer me." Lady Tremaine jeered at her to get a quick yelp of "Yes, Mistress!" Eleanor took that moment to inhale sharply, burying her nose in the scent of Andi's hair, her free hand roaming to nether regions on the girl's body, the pads of her fingers dipping into well oiled folds before plunging them as deep inside of her as they would go. She began a violent motion of drilling and rotating, amid noises that Andi was trying to hold back but couldn't help but let them escape. As the fourth finger worked its way inside, her mistress hissed in her ear, "Let's just see how much you can take my little whore..." The thumb milled its way in with the rest, before the whole hand was manipulated into Andraia's honey pot, stretching her to the brink. Exclamations of mirth fused with expletive moans emerged as the heat was driving her to the precipice. This exhorted an evil chuckle from her mistress, "Hmmm, you really are a little whore, aren't you?" The strokes of the fist inside her became deliberate and slow, the girl was becoming quite short of breath, her pulse buzzing in her ears. That voice pitched just above her throbbing pulse, "Panting like a little bitch in heat. You want me to let you cum, hmmm? My little whore?" "Please, Mistress...?" "No I don't think you've earned that right just yet..." Her hand went still, and slid out, "I think a whore like you has to earn her reward. Let's see...who's little slut are you?" "Yours, Mistress..." "My what?" "I'm your little slut, Mistress..." "Oh very good, you're catching on..." "And what is your duty to me, my little slut?" "Anything you want..." She was rewarded with a kiss, "My, that silver tongue seems to get you places..." She shoved her hand aggressively inside Andraia again, thrusting and dragging her kicking and screaming to the verge of nirvana once more, as she allowed her to cum, she removed her hand with a faint pop and the girl squirted profusely. "My, you were excited.." as Lady Tremaine unfastened her from the spanking bench before lounging back onto the bed. Andraia knew exactly what was needed of her, as she positioned herself prostrate between her mistress's legs. Kisses were administered from the tips of toes, up the inner running of the calves and thighs. All matter of cloth hindering the process was drawn back, to let that tongue work its magic, pushing Eleanor into a heated frenzy. Just the right spot and she was over the moon, forcefully pulling her pet closer, "Such a clever girl...my clever girl." and kissed her.