" I...am...ready for...my...tattoo, Sir," she managed. I blindfolded her while he swabbed her clean-shaven underarm with soap and water, then alcohol....He worked on the design for nearly an hour, touching and dabbing, pushing her arm upward and to the side as needed. She leaned her head to the side and sobbed silently. I could imagine her wrestling with herself. She'd gone on and on about how it would turn her on to be forcibly tattooed. Now that it was happening, she was having second thoughts.. " Are you going to the coffee shop where Peep works?" Of course." He's not working today." How do you know?" I saw him walking with a woman when I was outside this morning." That little jerk!" I thought you two were open." We are. I was hoping to get a discount."Her lips formed a cunning grin as she extended her palm. I stood up, reached into my back pocket, and handed her all of my cash. She frowned disapprovingly, impatiently tapped her foot, and continued to hold her hand out. I spread my. “That hurt!” Sara licked her lips with want as she could see her husband fondling their son’s hairless ball sac. She gulped as her eyes landed on the reddening circle of her daughter’s nipple, mesmerized by the pink orb: a powerful urge to set her full lips around that tiny nipple and suck the hard bead of skin deep into her mouth was beginning to overtake her. “I’m sorry baby,” she cooed to her daughter, her eyes still stuck on the protrusion on her six-year-old’s chest. “Let mommy kiss it. „You have been assigned as slave to Miss Karena,“ he said. „She is the daughter of Lady Helvetia.“„Sir,“ I said again, nodding my head. There was no point in protesting or asking questions. A captive in such a state had quickly to learn to accept what is happening to him without demure. Unless he wants to be whipped. The guard unchained me from the wall and I followed him out into a courtyard. He had a uniform of thick brown leather, with brass facing. A bay-coloured horse stood waiting and he.