- You will behave like a branded chick, and not like a prodigal wife. The next time you tell me that you belong to another will be the last. Do you understand?

- Do you still love me? Do you like so much? She asked miserably. Her red swollen eyes pierced mine.

- Stronger, Sheila. I love you more. I want to live with you all my life. But you didn’t want a husband, but a cowboy. So I'll be this cowboy, and you - chick with my stigma.

She hugged me and buried her head in my chest.

- Good. Brand me. And I'm going too. I want my cowboy to be happy.

In the films, cattle are entangled with ropes and held by several people. At the Mac's ranch, technology, as is her own, has advanced. A special machine was used for branding: in essence, a cage with four sliding walls and aisles at the back and front. The cell is brought into the cage, then the walls are narrowed, thereby fixing it reliably. The head of the chick sticks out from one end, and the ass, where the stamp is burned out - from the other.

Mac had a machine for branding human heifers. A tearful Sheila crawled into him. The front doors closed with a hole around her neck. The hands were stitched forward and locked. The box inside, at the level of the thighs, supported the torso. Then the top of the cage and the sides were shut. The back wall pressed her legs tightly against the box. Sheila's sting backside was sticking up from behind.

I wanted to take her anally, but I held, caressing and teasing her clit and anus.

I proudly showed everyone my new stamp. Mac took it from me and laid it on the embers. Soon it became white hot. One cowboy put a gag in Sheila’s mouth. She huddled in her cage, but in vain. I asked Mack to do the whole operation because I never branded anyone myself.

The stamp was burned on the ass. Too open bikinis will now not be for the wife. Even through the gag, she screamed loudly and shrill and went limp without feelings. Next branded Ida. When the stigmas cooled and the chicks regained consciousness, I took them home.

At first, Sheila slightly opposed her role as one of the heifers of my flock, but with my help she was able to accept her. One day she took me aside and said that Ida was missing my attention and that I needed to spend a little more time with her. It was then that I realized that my wife accepted her new role with her whole being.

“Would you give me the rings back?” Sheila asked somehow.

I felt Ida’s gaze on me. A cowboy should not have a favorite. I did not answer, but later I went to a jewelry store and bought the necessary. In the evening, when Ida and Sheila finished washing the dishes, I called them into the hall. They knelt at my feet.

“Little girls, I want both of you to wear my rings.”

I put the once engagement ring on Sheila’s finger. Then he put it on the finger of Ida. She beamed. Surprisingly, Sheila did not throw up. It seemed that she was really glad of her own and glad to share me with Ida.

- You will wear both wedding rings too. - They smiled and hugged me. - But you will wear them on your pussies.

I took them to the bedroom where I prepared a mini-operating room. Rubbing alcohol over Sheila’s clitoris hood, I perforated it and pierced the tiny golden ring on which I had already hung the wedding ring. Then he repeated the same with Ida.

“That's it, ladies.” Are you married.

* * *

A year later, Mack and I were not pouring water. He often called me to drink and fuck. I got a few big promotions. My career took off.

Once, when I returned home, I saw Sheila and Ida on the carpet in the living room at the 69 position. The usual thing. They became friends and often made love. I undressed and lay down near, idly poddrachivaya member and giving them a break from orgasms.

- What's new?

Sheila thrust on my dick throat and happily looked at me. While she was doing a deep blowjob, Ida kissed and caressed me. I finished Sheila in her mouth, she swallowed, and my chicks looked at each other.

- To surprise you? - asked Ida.

I shrugged.

- We are both pregnant!

They giggled like schoolgirls.

Smile, I wondered who the father, me or Mac. Or one will be mine, one Mac? Well, in nine months we will find out.

I stroked the "double double" on Sheila's buttock. Ida gently caressed my balls. That melody sounded in my head, and the words came naturally:

- Again the shabby saddle creaks,

One wife or two chicks - the choice is clear,

Be a man, and life will be beautiful

I wish you so lucky!

Yeah, yeah! Give them spurs, cowboy!

(original author - E. Z. Riter)