Tattoo Part 1

she moaned painfully, a deep gutteral moan from the depths of her being. she looked up at Me, pathetic eyes full of pain, almost pleading, begging to have him stop.

It was her first tattoo and it hurt more than she anticipated. The tattoo artist was getting great pleasure from her display of agony, and her big boobs too, I'm sure. she wore a slutty low cut shirt that revealed her cleavage.

"What does the tattoo mean?" he asked her.

she looked up at Me and asked Me to tell him.

"she is My submissive. The circle symbolizes she is collared and the plus sign symbolizes that she is collared by a female." I explained.

He smiled as he processed the information I gave him. He continued working on her tattoo for a few minutes then he stopped. "So she does whatever You tell her to?"

I nodded then he requested to speak to me in another room for a moment. I bent over and whispered in her ear, "I will be right back slut. Don't even think of moving."

I joined him in the next room and he offered a proposal I couldn't pass up... We shook on the deal and went back to his station to finish the tattoo. When he was done she gave Me a big smile and raised her arm to show Me the newly completed tattoo that would forever remind her of her place and of Me. she was so proud... too proud maybe. I grabbed her by the hair in the back of her head and pulled her out of the chair while he went over to lock the front door and turn out the last of the lights. The shock on her face made Me wet, excited, anxious.

"There's been a change of plans slut. Move!" I ordered and escorted her back into the semi-private room next door. The room was like a dingy break room for the employees to relax and store their meals. There was a worn out sofa that was bare in some spots and a spring sticking through part of it. The walls were painted black with flourecent drawings and paintings on them. There was a small end table with a broken lamp at the end of the couch, it was the only illumination provided.

"You've been eyeing her tits all night, do you want to get a real look at them?" I asked him.

"Hell yeah I wanna see her tits. And I think she wants to show them to me, why else would she be wearing a little shirt that they're popping out of?"

"Good point... Okay slut you heard the man, he wants to see your tits. Pull up your shirt and bra." I ordered.

she looked at me, panic and confussion in her eyes. Could I be serious? This was new to her, she had fantasized about being used in whatever way I saw fit, but could it really be happening? I knew what was going through her head... I also knew that her cunt would be dripping wet by now.

"Are you having trouble hearing? I said pull your shirt and bra up so the man can see your tits."

Slowly she complied. she stood in the middle of the dimly lit room with her tits fully exposed, the tail of her shirt in her hands up above her head.

"I can't see her face like that" he complained.

"Bring your shirt down so he can see your eyes."

"Can I touch them?" he requested.

"That wasn't really part of the deal now was it?" I asked.

He couldn't pull his eyes from her chest. "Okay... You're right, it wasn't. But what if I give you the tattoo completely free?"

"What do you think slut? Trade a little feel for a tattoo?" I laughed. "you would probably like that, wouldn't you?" I was grinning and she looked terrified, she knew what would come next, I'm such a bargain shopper. "Go ahead. Feel them. Tell ya what, you can even give them a good pinch if you like."

He grabbed her tits, one in each hand. He was rough. He squeezed them, hard making her flinch. she closed her eyes and turned her head...