Penny took a piece of folded paper out of her pocket that Big John had given her of the tattoo she'd chosen."Nice!" the woman said, "Your first one?" ...enny nodded." ... And maybe my only one!" Yeah, we all say that! But then we keep coming back for more!"Penny was quite strong-willed, and once she'd made up her mind to do something, she rarely changed her mind. She was also up for new challenges and new experiences, and it had recently occurred to her that, having decided to get a tattoo done,. ‘But you’re not doing much about it. I can go outside and find myself a massive black dick, eager to fuck the shit out of me. But to be honest with you, I’d rather get done by my own boyfriend.’I had no idea she even had those words in her vocabulary.‘Can I make love to you now,’ I asked.‘No,’ she said. ‘You can rip this bikini off me and fuck me like the whore you want me to look like. I want you to bend me over on that bed, rough me up and cum deep inside me. Then I want to go to the beach. On entering the room, I couldsee it was originally a bedroom, but it was now bare except for thering in the ceiling. Hanging from this ring was a length of chainthat extended to the floor plus about two feet. Fastening the chainto my collar, Master turned out the light, closed and locked thedoor with a simple. "Enjoy, pussy."Thank goodness the floor was carpeted. I laid down and tried tosleep.The next morning, I was awaked by Master pulling me upright by thechain.. It was half an hour later that she joined me, corseted and in her long hobbling skirt and high necked blouse, in the parlour. She had dressed her hair so that it was piled high upon her head. Together with the way that her collar forced her head up, it gave her an almost regal posture.The door bell rang. I nodded for Nicola to answer it. As the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal the smiling face of Horatia, Nicola hesitated for only a moment. I had been uncertain as to whether she would be.