“Leave your uniform on, put on your pants, shirt and shoes.”
When they left the house they looked like a normal couple,
or so Kassie guessed. Her breasts were still sore, but she couldn’t tell if
that was from the pump or yesterday’s clamping episode. She wasn’t wearing a
bra; not that she needed one all the time but it felt wrong to be outside
without one after all she had been through.
“Where are we going?” she asked once they set out in his
car. He seemed much more relaxed than the day they went to the meetings at the
hotel.
“You’ll know that when we get there,” he told her. When
he turned on the radio she expected to hear music, probably classical, maybe
some older rock. Instead she was forced to listen to a news program on NPR.
There were things she was certain she would never understand about Joseph.
She wasn’t that surprised when twenty minutes later they
parked on a downtown street and he walked her into a tattoo parlor. In the back
of her mind she knew this had been coming. The parlor was nice, clean and the
woman at the front counter met her and Joseph with a smile. She had more facial
piercings than Kassie preferred to count. No facial tattoos but her arms,
shoulder, and other bits of exposed skin were covered in ink. “Back with a new
one?” she asked Kassie’s dom.
“Yes. Are we too early?”
“No, you’re Dog-Bone’s first client of the day.”
He dragged Kassie around the counter and led her into the
back of the store to a semi-private space. “Take off your pants and lay down on
the table,” Joseph instructed. “Bone will be here shortly and there’s no reason
to waste time.”
Kassie removed her pants, leaving on her g-string and
laid face down on the padded table that she swore was taken from a doctor’s
office. “I’m not sure if I want to do this,” she said.
Joseph removed a folded piece of paper from his pocket
and placed it next to her rump. “I’m not really interested in what you want to
do,” he said casually. “If you want to continue working for me, you’ll get the
tattoo.”
“Now that’s a nice piece of ass,” a man’s voice said as
he rounded the corner to where she and Joseph were semi-hidden behind a pair of
screen. “Where’d you find her?”
“Does it matter, Dog-Bone?” Joseph answered and greeted
the tattoo artist with a handshake.
Kassie hadn’t been too sure what to expect of the artist,
but certainly not this. He looked so young, almost her age. She expected
him to have tattoos and piercings. All she could see was one simple student in
his earlobe and a small bit of ink peeking out beneath the sleeve to his
t-shirt emblazoned with a Doctor Who logo. His hair was a bit shaggy and he
wore jeans. Other than that he looked sweet and innocent and normal. She was
sure looks were deceiving.
“Is she ready to go?”
“Yes.”
“I just need to check her ID.”
Joseph picked up Kassie’s purse from the floor, extracted
her wallet, and then her driver’s license. Bone glanced at it and handed it
back over.
“I don’t know how you do it, man,” he said to Joseph.
“All the beautiful women you bring in here, all wanting to serve you.” He shook
his head and began the preparations to tattoo Kassie’s ass.
“Years of practice.”
“I could never get girls like this in high school or
college.”
Kassie found that odd because Dog-Bone was cute. She
would happily have sex with him.
“I can help you out if you want.”
“Naw, I’ve been dating Darlene for a year now. I get
enough thrills piercing and tattooing women. I don’t need any outside tail.”
When he set the needle to Kassie’s skin, she found it no
more offensive than any pain she had endured earlier in her life. It didn’t
take terribly long for him to outline the design that Joseph had supplied and
then he set to work filling it in with a muted colors.
“She’s got great skin.” He glanced over at Joseph as he
worked. “Is it okay if I talk about
When they left the house they looked like a normal couple,
or so Kassie guessed. Her breasts were still sore, but she couldn’t tell if
that was from the pump or yesterday’s clamping episode. She wasn’t wearing a
bra; not that she needed one all the time but it felt wrong to be outside
without one after all she had been through.
“Where are we going?” she asked once they set out in his
car. He seemed much more relaxed than the day they went to the meetings at the
hotel.
“You’ll know that when we get there,” he told her. When
he turned on the radio she expected to hear music, probably classical, maybe
some older rock. Instead she was forced to listen to a news program on NPR.
There were things she was certain she would never understand about Joseph.
She wasn’t that surprised when twenty minutes later they
parked on a downtown street and he walked her into a tattoo parlor. In the back
of her mind she knew this had been coming. The parlor was nice, clean and the
woman at the front counter met her and Joseph with a smile. She had more facial
piercings than Kassie preferred to count. No facial tattoos but her arms,
shoulder, and other bits of exposed skin were covered in ink. “Back with a new
one?” she asked Kassie’s dom.
“Yes. Are we too early?”
“No, you’re Dog-Bone’s first client of the day.”
He dragged Kassie around the counter and led her into the
back of the store to a semi-private space. “Take off your pants and lay down on
the table,” Joseph instructed. “Bone will be here shortly and there’s no reason
to waste time.”
Kassie removed her pants, leaving on her g-string and
laid face down on the padded table that she swore was taken from a doctor’s
office. “I’m not sure if I want to do this,” she said.
Joseph removed a folded piece of paper from his pocket
and placed it next to her rump. “I’m not really interested in what you want to
do,” he said casually. “If you want to continue working for me, you’ll get the
tattoo.”
“Now that’s a nice piece of ass,” a man’s voice said as
he rounded the corner to where she and Joseph were semi-hidden behind a pair of
screen. “Where’d you find her?”
“Does it matter, Dog-Bone?” Joseph answered and greeted
the tattoo artist with a handshake.
Kassie hadn’t been too sure what to expect of the artist,
but certainly not this. He looked so young, almost her age. She expected
him to have tattoos and piercings. All she could see was one simple student in
his earlobe and a small bit of ink peeking out beneath the sleeve to his
t-shirt emblazoned with a Doctor Who logo. His hair was a bit shaggy and he
wore jeans. Other than that he looked sweet and innocent and normal. She was
sure looks were deceiving.
“Is she ready to go?”
“Yes.”
“I just need to check her ID.”
Joseph picked up Kassie’s purse from the floor, extracted
her wallet, and then her driver’s license. Bone glanced at it and handed it
back over.
“I don’t know how you do it, man,” he said to Joseph.
“All the beautiful women you bring in here, all wanting to serve you.” He shook
his head and began the preparations to tattoo Kassie’s ass.
“Years of practice.”
“I could never get girls like this in high school or
college.”
Kassie found that odd because Dog-Bone was cute. She
would happily have sex with him.
“I can help you out if you want.”
“Naw, I’ve been dating Darlene for a year now. I get
enough thrills piercing and tattooing women. I don’t need any outside tail.”
When he set the needle to Kassie’s skin, she found it no
more offensive than any pain she had endured earlier in her life. It didn’t
take terribly long for him to outline the design that Joseph had supplied and
then he set to work filling it in with a muted colors.
“She’s got great skin.” He glanced over at Joseph as he
worked. “Is it okay if I talk about
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