The day was a complete whirlwind. Her driver came by and picked them up and then there were stops at the bank where they set up a joint account, a lunch date where they chatted like they were old friends, some shopping for some very sexy clothes, and now they were in front of a place called Southernmost Tattoo.
“I want to have you marked,” she purred as she lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and rubbed her hand on his waistline. “I have figured out the perfect symbol as a starter – you know, before I personally add my mark to your ass.”
She took out a picture of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and showed it to him.
“It means ‘slave,’” she said as she placed her open hand right below his hip. “And this is where it’s going.”
They walked inside where she talked with a female tattoo artist. The two seemed to know each other pretty well. Finally, she motioned for him to leave the waiting area and join them. She explained to him they would be using the private room in the back.
“This is a friend of mine, and I told her exactly what I want done,” she said in a way that had a real effect on him – it was something being done to him, but he wasn’t part of the decision. “Now sit over here in the chair that prevents squirming – I want this perfect.”
The brown leather chair had medical restraints attached at the wrists, forearms, ankles, thighs and midsection; and as he sat down, the two women fastened each of them. He was left completely immobilized. She was very proud of her work. He could hear the tattoo artist telling her that it was going to be a lot of ink in a very concentrated area, so it could be extremely painful’ for him – that made them both smirk. Mistress Megan then picked up a black ballpoint pen and approached him, she lifted his t-shirt and unbuttoned his pants, putting his stainless steel penis prison on display. She signed her signature right where she talked about the tattoo marking his skin.
“I’ve always dreamed of doing that to you,” she laughed as the tattoo artist traced her ink trail with her gun. “Now there is no doubt who you belong to slut.”
As she finished the signature and moved on to the classic Egyptian design, she could tell he was feeling some discomfort. Mistress Megan pulled up her dress and was now straddling her slave’s face. The aroma of her scent replaced anything else he may have previously smelled. She lowered herself onto his face – he could not believe how wet her panties were as her juices crept into his mouth and nose – this entire day was completely turning her on. She adjusted herself, and then put her full weight upon him. It was very muffled, but he could tell she was having an entire conversation. He was always able to breathe, although he struggled from time to time.
After about 45 minutes, she stood up. She looked at his hip and admired the work. She showed him, and then took a picture with her phone and showed him again. It was exactly like the picture, but with her signature directly underneath. As they left the tattoo shop and got in the car, he instinctively reached for her hand. Her initial thought was to push him away, but she held it while they got into the SUV where they began to make out like teenagers. They soon arrived home and the affection continued, as they crossed the threshold to her home she stopped.
“Strip,” she said coldly. “I’ve decided you will not wear clothing at home. I want you to truly be reminded of your place at all times.”
She turned and walked away, returning a moment later with a heavy looking steel collar.
“I promise to be more careful with this key,” she laughed as she locked it around his throat. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow training starts.”
She left the room where his things were still on the floor from the night before. His head was spinning from the entirety of the day, but as he ran his hand over his new tattoo, there was one thing he was completely positive about – he was the property of Mistress Megan, and there was nothing he could have wanted more.
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