The buzzing sound was filling the room, accompanied with a soft whimper that came from the young man’s lips every so often. The buzzing was making his whole body shake practically, but he was settled by the woman next to him.
“Hurts…” He said for the twentieth time.
“I know darling, it’ll be over soon.” The woman said, gently stroking his hair to try and calm him.
Luckily the tears were gone by then, but the evidence of stains was on the arm of her shirt. He had a sheen of cold sweat evident on his forehead, biting his lip as he cuddled into her side on the couch. Once again, he tried to look over at his right shoulder, but she took his chin with her nimble fingers to make him look back at her,
“Again Jude, keep your eyes here, it’s just like a needle, it’ll hurt that much worse if you’re watching it.” She said and he nodded, letting him lay his head against her shoulder.
The other woman beside him had a tattoo gun in her hand, working on his shoulder. They were in the usual club, in one of the social parlors. People of all sorts drifted in and out of the large room, socializing with the rest. The woman chatted along every so often, but her mind was taken up by the boy beside, her, her boy. Her pale, tattooed arm was around his back, gently caressing his bare side, her opposite hand clutching his own.
Jude was wearing nothing but a pair of khakis, his shirt in his lap. His dark black hair was in his eyes, his pale blue eyes peaking out from under. His body was pale, a simple tshirt tan over his arms. Whenever someone would walk by and notice the tattoo, usually the other dominatrixes, they’d snigger and giggle, making the young man blush, as he himself didn’t know what was being put onto his shoulder.
It had taken a lot of convincing in her part to let her put an unknown tattoo on his arm, but in the end… He trusted her. It scared him at the thought of her doing it, but he knew deep down she wouldn’t have something like *’Sissy’* or perhaps a dominatrix like herself getting eaten out. As his thoughts drifted, blocking out the pain in the most part, his eyes drifted to her face.
She was beautiful to him, in her punkish way. She was in the alternative style, her pale, oriental skin complimented with her red dyed hair, dyed to a sunset orange color, with black streaks underneath. Her ears were pierced with small green gauges, matching the green gem that pierced her nose. Her arms were covered in a colorful sleeves of tattoos, geometric patterns here, a symbol there, going up to her wrists, but even then, there were small marks on her knuckles as well, plus the things under her shirt and pants. She was wearing a denim shirt that had been rolled up to the sleeves, her hair pinned up in a loose bun.
Finally, the buzzing stopped and the woman next to him wiped at what she had been working on a few times, then sat back and smiled, nodding to the other woman. “All good Becky?” She asked.
“Very, very nice, thank you.” Rebecca said after she had leaned over to take a peak, a smile on her lips.
“Can I look?… Please?” Jude asked with a slight tone of anxiety in his face, taking the handheld mirror the tattoo artist handed him.
He took a deep breath, before holding it in front of his shoulder, then gasped. “It’s a teddy bear!” He exclaimed before his hand went up to cover up his mouth, eyes wide.
It indeed was a teddy bear, a pleasant looking thing, wearing overalls with wheat colored fur. His button eyes were black, his face happy. Jude’s eyes had gone shiny as he kept examining it, before he looked up to the woman, and hugged her tightly with his arms around her neck.
“Thank you, thank you! I love it! I’m sorry I doubted you, it’s super good…” He said, finishing his sentence with a kiss against her cheek as the other woman spread salve on it.
Once it was wrapped up, Jude stood up and put on his shirt, his hand quickly attaching to her hand. The woman paid and thanked the artist, showing it to a few other people, before they walked out of their parlor area.
“Sure you don’t want to stick around, maybe see a little booby show while we’re here?” She offered, but to her surprise, he shook his head.
“Uh uh… Can we go get some ice cream instead?”
She smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss against his forehead, causing him to smile. He averted his eyes as they walked out through a more populated social area, a public play room, looking to the floor like always. Finally, they walked out to her car, a black jeep, her helping him in.
“There we go.” She said as she buckled him in, as he hummed a little tune, before she got in, and drove off for his want of ice cream.
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“Thank you Becky.” He said as he led her inside, holding a cone in his hand, his third one, this time some sort of colorful cake flavor.
“Of course my lovely one, you did so good.” She said, shutting the door with her rump as he walked into the living room.
She watched him for a few moments, before quietly walking to their bedroom to change. Meanwhile, he plopped down on the couch and flicked on the tv, lapping at his cone. His phone came out, taking a picture of his shoulder after rolling up his sleeve, smiling in the background with a wide grin.
“Got a tattoo today! Ice cream to celebrate!” He typed with one thumb, speaking his message as he typed it out.
After his ice cream was gone, only suffering one brain freeze in the process, he munched on the cone as he watched tv, before hearing the step of boots. His blue ices glanced from the tv to over his shoulder, then back to the tv, before quickly looking back, seeing his goddess appear. She had changed out of her other clothes, the black leather having went on.
She had an even, black top on, pinnrd snuggly around her back, a simple corset style, but nothing too complicated. Her pale stomach was open, complimented by the tattoos that were on her sides. Her bottoms went to her mid thighs, studs around the waist, fishnets going down to her feet, standing in heels that added several inches to her height. Her hair was at her back, held together by a single hair tie.
“Here boy.” She purred from her freshly painted scarlet red lips, her finger extending and beckoning him forward.
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*’Would you believe me when I tell you, you are the queen of my heart…’*
“Did I say you could stroke that, you pitiful fool?”
“No Ma’am…”
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*’Please don’t device me when I hurt you, it just ain’t the way it seems…’*
“Fuck! Yes, yes! There Jude!”
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*’Can you feel my love buzz?’*
“Do it, cum Jude!” She coached the young man as he pounded into her, her nails dragging into his back once again.
Surprisingly, there were no where near the usual amount of wear on him, but the hickeys on his neck, and scratches on his back were evident. His khakis were neatly folded across the room, but his shirt was ripped to shreds on the floor.
Finally, he shuddered as he finally came over his release, involuntary shaking, but one could not blame him over the endless activities before hand, edging, tied up hand jobs, and of course him doing his work to bring her to her own orgasm.
Once he was finished, he laid there on her, eyes closed, but his arms had slipped around neck to hug her tight. She gently caressed his back, feeling the raised scratches, gently kissing his ear.
“You did so good honey, everything good?”
“Mhm…”
“Good.”
She shifted him around, so she could help him, looking around at their play room. He leaned against her, needing her help to walk, stepping past the toys on the floor. Together, they made their way to the bedroom, her helping him into bed.
“I’m proud of you Jude.” She murmured into his ears after turning him away so she could rub some soothing lotion onto his back.
“I know.” He looked over and smiled, before drifting to sleep, just like that.
She quietly giggled, taking a picture of his back for her own purposes, then settled down behind him, holding the sub close to her body, huffing happily, feeling…complete.
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