Then she recalled the agony of being bent over for days on end. Once the kindly Wanda had been sick and she had spent fourteen days without being allo...ed out. Anything was better than that - except, perhaps, what was being done to Clarissa who had been standing for two days and looked more dead than alive.She had obviously moved her bowels during the day and the flies were eagerly congregated upon the small heap of faeces that the guards had not seen fit to clear away - as well as on the filth. She heard the stranger behind her getting his tools ready and then the buzz of the tattoo gun. Master stood in front of her with his hand on her head and then she felt the stranger's hand on her hip. She flinched and shuddered as she felt the first sting of the needle as the tattoo artist began to mark her with the fleur-de-lis at the request of her Master. The bells tinkled as Mindy squirmed at the needle stings on the base of her spine, right above the crack of her ass, and Master rubbed. Her white floor length gown draped her like a shroud, split down each side from her swaying hips, revealing shadowy nylon encased legs when she walked. Her boobs jostled adoringly beneath the sheer backless top. ‘Jamie, you look fabulous. That is a great choice of dress for your figure.’ Jamie smiled shyly. She swashed the tapered fitted skirt panels around with her hands like a young ingénue. Victor the gentleman rose and helped her to be seated. They ate dinner as Victor explained the. A: Tell me who?Me: (I gathered courage and texted those two words) It’s you.And I froze. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat as loud as a gunshot. I didn’t get any text from her after that.I did not sleep that night. I was thinking about consequences if she discloses it to anyone else like her husband or my parents. The next day when I woke up I was surprised to see a text from her. It said, “Come to my home after lunch alone. We need to have a proper conversation.”Some part of my heart.