When Dave Met Sally

by Dave

 

I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight.

I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of management, they were right but it was a struggle never the less. Sally had a strange career path in the fact that she was a working as an apprentice in a tattoo parlour. She had started the course off her own back because she did not like working for other people and eventually wanted to start her own business. This was good that she had ambition, but I hadn't ever known anyone who had worked in one of those places, and I felt a little uneasy but also curious at the same time.

I had an invite to the studio one Saturday, it was to see Sally at work, which I readily accepted. The artist would prepare the area, place the stencil and outline and Sally would colour the rest of the tattoo, only the simple easy ones that had one or two colours, but not ones that needed shading. She was good, she had a talent and she knew it, but the owner of the parlour "Kev", a big man with both arms fully covered and a massive amount of rings through his ears kept holding her back saying that she needed to learn slowly and realise that if she went rushing in then sooner or later she is going to screw up and make a mistake that could and would probable follow her as long as she was an artist. You see Sally was very independent and loved to take control, she could take criticism but only in small doses and only from people she respected, she liked Kev, and realised it was important to try and get on with him but she did not actually class him as a friend. Sally simply wanted her own shop.

Time went on and we started to see more and more of each other and then eventually I tried it on, I did all the usual things, a good night out with lots of alcohol, I got her drunk on Brandy and babycham, she was legless, so I called a taxi and took her home, we kissed, cuddled, kissed some more and before I knew it we were both stark naked on the bed, it was one of the best but surprising night I had ever had, She was a virgin, I knew she never talked about old boyfriends but I just thought it was because she kept things private, I had never broke a virgin in before, it was great, but I don't know if it was because of her being a Virgin or the fact that I had deliberately got her drunk but I felt unbelievably guilty.

Over the next few weeks we talked about her being a virgin and why she had never had sex before, she explained that there was no one she had ever liked that much before, and so what was the point in having sex with someone you knew you weren't likely to end up with, "END UP WITH", did she mean she wanted to end up with me, my mind raced, but I soon came to realise that we were meant to be together and so one Friday night I proposed to her and she said yes. Within a week she had moved in to my flat and we started to settle down.

About two weeks later we were both lying on the couch watching TV, when she quietly said Dave, yes I replied, do you love me, yes I replied, can I give you a ring? What sort of ring I asked, an engagement ring, one to show that we are together and always will be a couple. I thought shit, I hadn't mentioned rings because of the cost and the fact that we were saving for a house. I said why bother and we needed to save, she got up off the couch stood in front of me and said "I want to give you a ring", I don't want one back, will you let me. Yes okay give me a ring I said, she came to me, kissed me and took me to bed where we had the most wonderful sex ever. The next day she phoned me at work and asked me to finish early so that she could give me my surprise, and that I was to meet her at her work.

I reached the parlour at about 5.30pm and was worrying a little because I was about two hours late, I hadn't taken my mobile with me and thought that she was going to go wild. I got to the parlour and went to open the door but it was wouldn't open, I pushed the door a couple of times, rattling the steel ironwork behind the door but it was locked, I turned around and straight in front of me was Sally, sorry I'm late but, SSSSSHHHHHH don't worry about it, I knew you would come, and she gently kissed me and then said come on, and opened the door.

Inside was cold and a little dark, she put the lighting on and I said where are we going for the ring. She looked at me and said "nowhere just here" what do you mean I said?, Dave do you love me, YES, do you trust me, YES, then sit down and Ill give you your ring, what a tattoo, you mean a tattoo, yes she said, a lovely tattoo, one that will join us forever, now if you love me sit down, shut up, and do not speak until I have finished. I was gobsmacked, I looked at her and I don't know why but I just said okay and sat down. She cleaned my hand and then said "remember, be quiet", and then produced a cloth scarf and blind folded me. I kept quiet, my mind racing about what was about to happen, and had a massive erection at the same time. The first thing I heard was a loud bussing that lasted for half a second, then again but a little longer, but I felt no pain, what was she doing, why was she teasing me, she must be testing it I thought, but then she picked up my left hand and I felt the pain, the sharp intense almost burning pain, it hurt, it really hurt, but after a couple of minutes the pain eased. I was trying to picture in my mind what pattern she was doing, how large and no matter how I tried I could not follow it.

The actual tattoo took longer than what I thought but after turning and twisting my hand and finger countless times and always being in a constant state of arousal with a hard-on she stopped tattooing and said "there, its finished". She untied the blindfold and I looked at my finger, I sat there looking in silence, my wedding ring finger was tattooed with a most intricate pattern, it looked like a series of intertwining knots which were multi coloured, blue, red, black, green, I lost count, but the tattoo reached completely from the knuckle to the first joint of the finger, it was huge, and it went all the way round my finger, not a gap, not a speck of normal skin colour, my mind was going ten to the dozen, ranging from work, friends, family, Sally, "well, do you like it", I looked at her still in a state of shock and said, "I love it", and kissed her and gave her a big hug and we just made love on the tattoo parlour reclining chair, after we had finished making love she looked at me and said "you are mine now". Over the next few days you will have to keep it clean and don't pick at the scabs, she said. Over the following week I tried to keep it clean as much as possible but the scabs formed, and fell off, I had a slight infection on the top closest to my knuckle, but I was up until then a tattoo virgin.

We were again watching TV when Sally gently pulled my finger to her eyes and started to inspect it, it needs touching up, you've lost some colour and the edges are weak, you didn't look after it properly. Do you like it and did you like having it done, yes and yes I replied. Good she said, then wait here, she went to the bedroom and came back with a selection of colours and the tattoo gun, what are you doing I said, Just what you want she replied, and remember keep quiet.

As the first needle prick punctured my skin I again got the hugest erection, Sally looked at me and said "this really turns you on doesn't it", it must do I replied, and just sat there whilst she started to touch up the coloured parts. She then got changed guns and started to outline the edges once more, but this time instead of stopping at the first joint of my finger she continued the pattern past the knuckle and slowly kept going, I had had my instructions to keep quiet but had to fight to keep my mouth shut. Once she reached the tip I realised there was no point in saying anything because if I did then I would have a finger covered in black lines and no colour. The tattooing continued, twisting and turning my hand as she did so. Eventually she wiped all the excess ink off along with the blood, placed the gun on the living room table, cane towards me and without a word just smiled, kissed me long and sensuous, and then unbuttoned my jeans to let my long lasting erection spring out of my pants, not a word was spoken, she just went down on me, it was the first time she had done this and it was great, she was gentle and firm at the same time, she started off at just the top and slowly worked up and down until all of me was inside her throat. I just lay back and enjoyed the ride, all the time looking and inspecting my one and only coloured finger, it was completely coloured from knuckle to tip in bright colours the knot was the same but below it was a maze of tiny images, I looked closely and they were dragons, bright richly coloured dragons. I just came, and Sally just kept on sucking and swallowing, once she came up she was silent and smiled, she came to me and pushed her tongue straight into my mouth, I thought what about the spunk, but I had just had the best blowjob ever and I thought what the hell, she hadn't swallowed all of it I soon realised as I had a mouthful of salty slimy sperm. I just thought sod it and carried on kissing her and in seconds had another major erection. We did not make love but we had wild frantic sex, it was great, it was different to our normal love making, it was wild untamed anything goes type sex, and it opened our eyes to what we had been missing.

Monday morning I was sacked from my job. It was inappropriate to have a trainee manager with tattoos that were in open view, I was gutted but had been expecting it or something similar. I sat there in the flat waiting for Sally, it seemed ages but when she came home she already knew, she had tried to phone me at work to see what was happening when my boss told her that she had ruined my career and how would I ever get a decent job again. He was right of course but if I had to choose between my career and upsetting Sally then There would be no contest, Sally would come first every time. And this is what I said to sally, we made love talked and just lay there in each others arms. Three weeks later I was still unemployed, loads of interviews but the moment they see the finger its all over. I did not know what to do, where to go, nothing and I seemed to start slipping in effort, I could not or would not bother to do much, just sit there moping.

Can I pierce your ears Sally said, why not, it will be different, will it hurt I asked? "Very much" she said, I want to use a dermal punch on them, a what I said? A dermal punch, its like what they use for punching holes in leather, once its done I shall fit a gold spacer tube to help keep it open and help stop infection. You will have tiny see through holes in your ear lobes. You will look great.

The next thing I knew we were in the tattoo parlour and had ice packs on my ears trying to deaden them so the pain would be less. I was again lying on the reclining chain, but the next thing that happened surprised me, she said I want to handcuff you to stop you jumping out of the chair and hurting yourself, okay feel free I said. I was handcuffed and again blindfolded, I knew I had to be quiet before she even told me. She started to fiddle with my left ear lobe and I felt something being lined up, she seemed to take ages but then there was the worst pain I had ever had and a loud popping noise, I knew she had removed the centre of my lobe and I could feel blood dripping onto my neck, she sprayed something onto it and then quickly started to pull and push at my ear, and after some severe pain and a short amount of time it was done. One down and one to go she said, as she kissed me, The pain was intense and even after it still hurt, but it was what Sally wanted, I loved her and would do anything for her and she knew it. She moved to the right side and again I felt her align something onto my earlobe and again an almighty pain shot through me, this didn't hurt as much as the left one but after it was done, still blind folded I gently shook my head and my ears felt different, heavier, they touched the side of my head as I shook. She kissed me again and still handcuffed and blindfolded she undid my jeans and gently pulled out me semi-hard dick, the next thing she done puzzled me, she got one of the ice packs and held it on the underside of my dick. It obviously went small and I was wondering what she was going to do when she polled my foreskin back and I felt a sharp short pain, she had pierced my dick, she pulled and tugged a little and then said "there all finished", no sex for a week for you. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I had gone in to have my ears pierced and ended up having my dick done.

She undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold and I looked down at my dick, there on the back of my dick coming straight through the hole was a gold ring, "its called a prince Albert" she said, fucking excellent I said, but what do you mean I wont be having sex for a week, you are going to have to keep it clean, your urine will help it heal quickly and you can always service me with your mouth.

She held up a mirror and I saw that she wasn't kidding about punching holes in my ears, Jesus, what size hole did you put in, there huge. 9mm she said, to start with. I looked at my ears and they looked like they had been stretched and had large gold tubes in them. Well they're different, I said, they'll take some getting used to. She just smiled and asked me if I liked them and I said YES.

In a matter of weeks I had had my entire wedding finger tattooed, my ears ringed and my dick pierced, time was flying, and I have to admit to myself I loved all of it and Sally knew it.

The job interviews were a waste of time, I could only get factory jobs doing labouring and there was no way I was going to do that. Sally and I were laying in bed one morning when she said "why don't we open our own shop", how do you mean I said, You know rent a shop and start doing tattooing and piercing. Its very popular and with you helping me I am sure we could make it succeed. Lets go for it I said, but where are we going to start. Don't worry I have already found a place, it's a bit dirty and needs decorating, but its cheap and with the savings we have already made we can afford the first twelve months rent easily.

Four weeks later and hands covered with blisters the shop was ready, and to celebrate we placed a half page advert in our local newspaper. The day of the opening was quiet, we had half a dozed men and women come in to look around and a young man came in to have tribal arm work done. We had not made out fortune but we had made a start. Over the following months I would become the apprentice and would start by colouring in single colour parts the same as Sally had done. I helped with and learnt the piercing process's, we were making money and we were fast becoming comfortable. Occasionally when we had quiet days Sally would practice alternative piercing on me like my scrotum, and the rim that runs around the head of my dick (dydoe), I soon eventually became quite a sight, I had fourteen piercing's in each ear, my septum done, both eyebrows and my tongue twice. I had never been able to entice Sally to carry on with the tattooing on me, she always said "wait, be patient", she had not made her mind up on how she wanted to cover me. I once suggested that I could tattoo myself and she had a fit, if you do you'll regret it, she promised. I didn't dare continue the questioning.

Days, weeks months had passed and the business was doing okay, when a lady came in and asked if we did permanent makeup. No not yet said Sally, but we will be soon and had the lady's phone number and said that she would call her when she was confident and capable. The lady left and I turned to Sally and said "what's permanent makeup", she said it was a form of tattooing that mimicked normal cosmetics and she had read that the permanent makeup business was really taking off and we needed to get into the line so as we could get an early start. We spent the next week looking up everything we could find on the internet about tattooed makeup, and soon realised that we needed to try it on someone, I asked Sally if I could de her and she said no way, you are not experienced enough and that it ought to be her that tattoos me, get stuffed I said. There's no way that I am going to have makeup tattooed on. She didn't speak to me for the next three days, no sex, no food, nothing. On the fourth day I said that this couldn't continue and it was ridiculous that she would even contemplate turning me into a woman. She looked at me and said that she was a highly skilled tattoo artist and that she would not do anything to me that would hurt me, she loved me and if and when she did the technique she would only use subtle colours and would make a perfect job of it. And if after completing the process I did not like it she would pay for the laser treatment to have it removed. I said that she wasn't playing fair and just as usual eventually I just caved in.

The day was a Tuesday it was sunny and well into the seventies, when she said that the shop would not be opening in the morning because she had a little surprise for me. I knew this day would come and I dreaded it, she had me lie back onto the tattooing chair, she than pulled out a digital camera and said that she needed before and after shots to show people what is possible. She then started to apply some sort of topical anaesthetic to my eyes, I froze to the chair the time seemed to pass very slowly and after about two to three minutes she said that she was going to give me eyeliner, upper and lower and again keep quiet and still. The initial thought of someone coming close to my eyes with a needle scared me, but I decided that I trusted her and that if we were to have a future I should show this. The first sting of the needle hurt but not as bad as I was expecting, she slowly worked on my right eye first, she said that she had to complete the upper and lower on each eye first because of the swelling and she worked quickly, I tried to look and see what colour she was using but couldn't manage to see. She then placed a cold wet cotton pad over my right eye and then started to do my left, carefully repeating the stroking lines left to right each time. Eventually she again wiped my eye and placed another cold wet cotton pad over my left eye and told me to keep still. I sat there thinking what colour has she done, how wide has she gone, I had felt her exceed my eye rim whilst tattooing me but due to the anaesthetic and endorphins kicking in I was unsure. Then I felt her wipe my mouth over with some sort of damp cloth and again told me to keep still, then the buzzing started all over again, she was tattooing around the edge of my mouth. I am sure I started to cry under the cotton pads, but still kept quiet and still. I felt her trace the lower and then the upper rim on my lip with the tattoo ink, I actually started to get hard again below and Sally noticed, she just gently rubbed my jeans and then carried on tattooing me.

She sat back and wiped my lips to get the blood and the excess ink off again, why was she doing this to me, did she love me, if she did then why?

Sally removed the eye pads and again got the digital camera to take more shots of the before and after photos. She held a mirror to my face and I just stared mouth open, my eyes seemed larger because they were surrounded with thick jet black lines and even had little ticks at the ends of the eyes to exaggerate the eye. I looked down and saw my lips, they had been lined with a very dark red ink, and the centre had a high cupids bow again highly exaggerated. I just stood there saying nothing, just realising that there was no turning back now, without Sally I was ruined, no one would want me, I would not be able to work. I looked at Sally and said "thank you", she kissed me on the lips gently and then on each eye gently and said now lets go home to bed. Before we left Sally phoned the lady who wanted the permanent makeup done and told her that she was happy that she had perfected the technique and had a living subject to show her. An appointment was made for the following Thursday. We went home and made love only this time it was different, Sally got on top and literally fucked me. The following Thursday The lady turned up and was introduced to me, she at first looked puzzled as to why a young man would let this be done to him, she closely inspected my eyeliner and said to Sally "perfect", and "do you do eye shadow", Sally looked at me and said within the next seven days I will, I almost came in my pants as she said this. The lady had the eyeliner done and we carried on as usual, I had a few stares at first and these soon subsided, but shortly after the initial tattooed makeup was applied a middle aged woman came into the shop and asked to speak to the owner. She and Sally had a long talk in the other side of the shop and then left, I asked who she was and Sally said that she was a local TV produced who was looking for alternative ideas to do programmes on and that she had heard of the tattooed eyeliner and lip liner off one of her friends and that on Saturday she wanted to come and film me having the next stage of the process done. We would be paid six thousand pounds as long as I was willing to be made over.

It was extremely quiet in the car going home, Sally and I hardly spoke, we ate tea, and sat down to watch the TV when I turned to Sally and said that I did not know and did not want to know what was planned and if Sally was happy then I would not argue. She just kissed me and we lay there on the couch in each others arms.

The camera crew were settled into place, the sound man completed some checks and then Sally said "come in Dave", I entered and lay down into the tattooing chair, not speaking, not moving, just still, contemplating and guessing what was coming up next.

Sally picked up the topical anaesthetic and literally rubbed my face all over with it. I knew I was to have a full makeup session. She eventually picked up the tattooing gun and started to fill in my lips, the only sound was the sound of the gun going back and forth into my lips depositing a little particle of colour each time, after about half an hour she placed a tissue over my lips and wiped then clean, and then cleaned the ink off the gun and then dipped it into a brown coloured pot and came back to my face, first she tattooed a little beauty spot above my left lip and then another slightly larger high on my right cheek. Again she cleaned the gun except this time she tilted the chair right back and picked up a razor and shaved off both eyebrows. She then spent the next three and a half hours tattooing me around my eyelids and eyebrows. When she had finished she asked if I was thirsty and I said no and did I want a break, "a break" what else did she have planned, I said no and then she started to tattoo in the sides of my cheeks high from my upper cheek bones down diagonally following my bone line.

It was late when she had finished and it was all caught on camera, I just lay there, stunned, shocked shivering but again had an almost rock hard erection. I waited for the cameramen to leave before I looked at myself, When I did look, I didn't understand, I looked as though I had full makeup on Bright red lips lined with a darker red, High arched pencil thin eyebrows that were above the natural line, eye shadow that was slightly bright or rather strong in colour, with an almost silvery sheen near to the eyes and darkening slightly to an explosion or light purples and light blues as it neared my now raised eyebrows. My raised eyebrows, I had a look of permanent surprise on my face, and my cheeks were gently coloured in with a medium red colour that seemed to make my cheeks jump out.

My god I looked beautiful.

Sally put her arms around me and we went home.

 

The Touch-up

The next three weeks were hard, the swelling was huge, I could hardly open my eyes, my mouth wanted to crack, and every time I tried to smile I could feel my whole face start to pull against the scabbed flesh. I had to try and keep my newly coloured skin moistened, My lips cracked at the hint of a smile, my eyes were the worst, the scabs had formed whilst I was asleep, and it was hard to open my eyes.

Over the following days the scabs slowly started to break up and start to fall off, the movement slowly returned as they left, but as they did the skin underneath looked dull and stretched. I don't know why but I felt unbelievable sad, Sally kept assuring me that this was all part of the natural process and very soon the skin would regain its natural elasticity and the colours would settle down and when they do she said she could easily touch it up "TOUCH IT UP".

Six weeks had passed since she had changed me forever, the new me took some getting used to, I eventually decided not to worry over things that I had no control over and simply resigned to the fact that I was Sally's to do with as she liked, I trusted her.

I lay back into the now extremely familiar tattooing chair and she said that this time she didn't need to use the handcuffs or blindfold, because she felt happy and contented with the way things were going. She gave me a hand mirror and as I held it up to look at my beautiful face she simply said "what would you like changed or touched up", I didn't have time to study but this didn't matter because I had spent weeks looking in the mirror picking what I liked and disliked. I looked at her and with the mirror on my lap I said lets start at the lips and work up;

• I would like the lips darker, much darker, as dark as possible, I don't care for the lip liner.

• The beauty spots would be nicer if just a little darker and slightly larger.

• The eyeliner is almost perfect but would like the end tails exaggerating a little more.

• The left eyebrow needs touching up because the colour had been lost slightly.

• I know its not to do with my makeup but I would like my nose pierced.

She looked at me and said okay then you shall get what you asked for, I just lay back into the chair and she started taking photos again, and then she picked up the gun. What no anaesthetic I said, she looked at me and said shut up and enjoy the experience. I closed my eyes, laid my head back and waited. I heard the familiar hum of the gun a few times as she set up and then I felt her hand gently rest on my left cheek so as to steady herself and then I felt the needle stab itself into my lips and almost immediately I started to picture in my mind what colour she could be doing, would she go darker, or would she go with the same colour, would she keep the same lines or go larger. The more I imagined what was or could be happening the more I got excited. I felt myself get rock hard and the more she tattooed the more I felt myself attempt to squeeze myself together down below in a vain attempt to cum.

She gently but steadily worked all over my lips, the burning, stinging agony was sweet bliss and I had no idea what she had planned. All I had to do was open my eyes, but I couldn't. She then did something that she didn't usually do during any of the previous tattooing sessions and that was to speak to me, she said

"you're hard again aren't you, get your prick out and play with yourself, but you had better not cum, do you understand", I very quietly whispered yes and then slowly pulled my zip down and pulled out my prick and started to gently rub it up and down extremely slowly, and I mean slowly. I was gently rubbing myself when she started on my left upper lip beauty spot, she seemed to only go over the area a couple of times and then switched to the high on my right cheek. This was different she seemed to be going much larger and it didn't seem to follow a round pattern, I still had my eyes closed but could feel the pattern clearly but could still not produce a mental picture.

"You're a very naughty boy, I told you not to cum" she said and telling me that I would regret emptying myself, but I hadn't cum, I would have known if I had cum, I felt the head and it was slippery with something, not cum maybe pre-cum, I don't know.

She went to work on my eyeliner next carefully filling in tiny spots of lightness and then the ends. The ends seemed to be quite long and she carefully went over each one delicately with this burning sensation of a thousand needles.

She seemed to hesitate before she started my eyebrows and then started to fill in my left eyebrow where the colour had failed and then she started to carry on at the ends, she was extending them and instead of just straight lines she ended them by going up and down at the ends. I didn't know what she was doing, was there any ink in the gun, was she teasing me, if she was then she was extremely good at it.

I felt her lean back and then she said "DON'T MOVE", I just lay there with my eyes closed and still trying to picture what she had done, whatever it was it could not be any worse than what had happened to me already.

Sally leaned over me, and for the first time I could smell her perfume, my face was tender all over and throbbing in places but I still focused on the self inflicted body odour called perfume. I sat there thinking, that it was the most luxurious homely wifely smell that I had ever smelled in my life.

Something small touched my left nostril and as I was waiting for something to touch it again, something touched my right nostril. What was she going to do, pierce both nostrils, then I felt the cold feel of steel clamp both my left and right nostrils together so they closed against the centre cartilage of my nose and then almost immediately I felt a massive pain and three loud popping sensations. For the first time since this started I opened my eyes, me watery eyes and looked down trying to focus and saw that I had a needle poking straight through the full width of my nose. It was quite a large needle and as she lifted something towards it, I again closed my eyes and felt her mess with my nose and then a pulling sensation, I actually heard the needle drop, I was almost high on endorphins and adrenalin. The next thing I felt was my nose spread slightly and Sally tighten what I assumed was a ball onto the end of the bar going through my nose.

I saw the flash of the camera through my eyelids and immediately opened my eyes again only to be temporarily blinded by another flash. I went to reach for the mirror but Sally said no, wait until you get home and started to tidy up the ink tubs and tattoo gun. I sat there trying to look down at the two shiny balls that were sticking out on the sides of my nose. Come on get up she said, as I tried to stand I felt how weak I was, my legs had almost gone to sleep and I was stiff in the shoulders. I was almost by the door when Sally stopped me and knelt in front of me, great, another blowjob I thought, but that thought was soon blown away as she gently touched my penis and pushed it back inside my jeans and zipped me up, I was going to go home with my prick out, what was happening to me, I had forgotten my prick was out.

When we got home Sally sat me on the bed and I looked into the dressing table mirror and stared and investigated the new me all at the same time. My lips were a deep dark burgundy, the liner had been blended in and I had perfectly lined lips, they looked so sexy that I wanted to kiss the mirror, then I looked at the beauty spot on my lip, it was jet black and ever so slightly enlarged. The one on my cheek took me by surprise, it was shaped like a heart and jet black and the bottom the heart had a tiny little curl on it. The eyeliner had been lengthened and looked like someone had tried to give me the eyes of Cleopatra, the extended tails were fabulous, then the eyebrows caught my gaze as I looked at the ends the left and right were mirror image with the top of the line ending in a little curl upwards and the bottom of the line extending slightly longer and curling down, all in a extremely thin but again jet black line. They set off my eye shadow perfectly, and drew attention to the eyes, they were different but again I felt great, almost complete as if something had been missing for years and now here it was, I felt warm inside and happy.

My nose had two large shinny gold balls, one on each side, perfectly in line with each other. I sat there looking closely at my nose at its new fittings, I tried to pull the muscles in my nose to see how the movement would feel but all I could feel was stiffness against the skin of my nostrils caused by the solid bar going through my cartilage.

I closed my eyes and lay back onto the bed and then felt Sally unzip me and unbutton the top on my jeans and then pull my jeans down and then my boxers, I heard them hit the floor and she said "roll over and lift your bum up", without hesitating I rolled over and lifted up my arse, I felt her get off the bed and walk out of the bedroom. After two minutes she returned and sat behind me on the bed, "keep still, and relax" she said. What was she going to do, give me a tattoo on my arse, or smack it, then I felt something cold touch the entrance to my arse, I squeezed and she pushed, so I squeezed harder, THWACK, she slapped my arse and said "keep still, and relax and it wont hurt", very slowly I started to relax, and very slowly she started to work something forward and backward onto my arse, getting a little deeper every two or three strokes. I was on the point of crying with the pain of my stretching hole when I felt something slide in and hold itself in place, I squeezed my sphincter muscles and could feel something there. Sally got some tissue and wiped all of the slimy stuff off my behind and then I felt her pull something around my waist, down either side of my penis and back up to the waist belt at the back gently pausing at the item stuck in my arse, I then heard a click and Sally said "there, relax and get used to it, its there for a long stay, Now fuck me". I slowly lowered my arse and rolled over, feeling every movement transmitted to the plug in my arse. Sally was laying naked at the side with her arms reached towards me, beckoning me. I lowered myself over her and without any foreplay entered her slowly. As I pushed forward I felt the plug press against a different part of my insides, and the faster I went the more the sensation. It only took me thirty seconds to empty myself and I lay on sally, half knackered and half hiding my face through embarrassment. Sally rolled me over and whilst laying at the side of her I felt her rub my lips, her fingers were slippery and then she slipped it into my mouth, I knew that taste, SPUNK, she had done it again and this time I looked at her and said "more", she reached down to her pussy and then rubbed a dollop of spunk over my lips and well into my mouth around my tongue, it was like I was French kissing her fingers. We just lay there, Sally dozed off and I lay there thinking about the newly touched up tattooed makeup and the spunk all over the needle damaged lips. The bar running straight through my nose and the plug up my arse, as I thought of it I sat up and looked at the belt, it was fastened to the plug and was padlocked to me, I knew it would only be coming out for toilet duties.

I just laid myself back down and started to lick my lips.

 

The Laser

I woke the next morning and felt an almighty urge to shit myself, I raced to the bathroom and felt then anal intruder rubbing gently all the way with each step. I looked at the belt and tried to remove it but I couldn't, SHIT SHIT what was I going to do, I raced back into the bedroom and woke Sally, she took a few seconds to come around and then followed me to the bathroom and told me to turn away and I heard a click and then the belt was pulled from beneath me, she turned me around told me to be careful and when I was finished I had to replace the plug but don't bother with the belt, and then she went back to bed.

I squatted over the toilet and gentle tried to pull on the rim of the plug, it took some tugging but eventually it started to push past the tightened muscles and then once past them the pain eased and it just shot straight out like a torpedo followed by the largest amount of shit I have ever seen in one go. It was everywhere, over the seat, over the sides of the toilet, over my cheeks. It took ages to clean up but as soon as I had, I took a shower and cleaned the plug and tried to reinsert it, but it wouldn't go, I tried forcing it, coaxing it by pulling and pushing but it wouldn't go, I shouted to Sally and she told me the KY jelly was in the cabinet and so I lubed the plug up and after bending over double with the water from the shower spraying on my buttocks, it started to slide home, slowly yet firmly in place. I dried myself and went back to bed.

Sally, yes Dave, I just had the most almighty shit ever, is it going to be like this all the time I wear the plug, No Dave just until your body gets used to it, anyway do you like the feeling she asked, I hesitated and again replied yes.

Sally was looking deep into my eyes, occasionally studying my face and with a pleased sort of grin on her face she said Dave have you noticed how your natural eyebrows spoil your slim black ones, Yes I replied, its annoying I said, well I've made an appointment for you at ten thirty at the house of beauty to do something about them, don't worry about the money, I've told the manager that I will settle up with her later, besides it should not cost much because she wants a permanent makeup treat for herself and her staff. The permanent makeup is very expensive I said, if you do her and all her staff you will lose a small fortune, she responded by saying shush pretty lips, let me worry about the finances.

I was at the salon at ten fifteen and was greeted by two young beautiful perfectly made up ladies, you must be Dave one said, Yes I replied, sorry I'm early, come with us the taller one said. They lead me down the salon to a room at the end on the left and told me to get comfortable, a short while later they came in with a clipboard and asked me to sign a form, it was simply a release form in case of complications, what complications I asked, oh some people don't realise that the treatment is permanent and get a little upset when their eyebrows don't grow back even though we tell them its permanent right from the start. I signed the form and waited.

Right put these goggles on and lie back, Sally has told us what she wants doing so only interrupt us if you want the toilet or it starts becoming unbearable, but if you do then we have instructions to phone Sally.

Why would she want a phone call I thought, so I knew I had to play along with whatever was going to happen to me.

They rubbed some cream into my eyebrows and shin and neck, and then proceeded to shave off all my eyebrows, I then started to feel hot spots over the skin to my eyebrows, I could feel my hair roots being burnt one by one as the laser beam light hit my skin, they worked quickly, first over my left and then over my right completely covering every black spot where a hair follicle was. They then put a type of shield over the end of the laser, altered the controls and started on my face, they were removing the hair from my neck, chin and sideburns, I was going to have a completely hairless face. It didn't take long for them to complete the neck, but what happened next shocked me, remove your tee shirt and lie on your front, I slowly removed my tee shirt and lay on my front, good not much hair on his back and they started to laser the hair off my back, I was rolled over and then my chest was done, this took much longer because I had a lot of chest hair. I was going to be hairless on my chest, oh well, it was only Sally who ever saw my chest anyway.

Okay David you've been good so far so would you like a cup of tea or coffee one asked me, tea I replied and soon was drinking the tea, it was a decent cup not too strong. So David why did you decide to go along this path one asked me, I looked at her name badge and replied well Carol, I co-own and work in a tattoo parlour and Sally my girlfriend decided that it would be good for business if I had permanent makeup done so that other customers, ladies could see how good the results can be, since having it done business has boomed and Sally is happy, the only problem it that the original hairs grow back and spoil the look, so the easy way around it is to remove the hairs and so eliminate the problem. Carol smiled at me and said the makeup looks good, its very well done and I understand why you would want to remove the facial hair, but why are you having your legs done next. I went silent, I didn't know that Sally had planned on having my legs done, I looked at them and said, "I'M having some tattoo work done on my legs, its very intricate and the hair re-growth would cause problems, Carol smiled and said okay Dave strip and lie on your front, what I said everything including my pants, can't I keep my pants on please, No now strip or I will be forced to call Sally, bollocks I thought to myself, the plug, what can I say about the plug, so I just sat there doing nothing, Carol picked up her mobile phone started tapping in numbers and said to me, " are you going to strip of do I have to phone Sally", so there I was stark naked lying on my belly with the red end on a butt plug sticking up in the air. I heard titters and then the slight burning sensation again all over my legs starting at the ankles, then the calves and then the thighs. Dave you need to go to the toilet and remove your little love aid from your bottom Carol said, she gave me a robe and lead me to a separate room. The plug easily popped out but this time was much cleaner, I thoroughly cleaned myself and returned to the room, disrobed and lay on my front. They quickly started to laser me again but instead of stopping at my thighs they removed all of the hair from around my bottom. Okay Dave turnover, I did very slowly and covered my prick, Dave don't be shy, the other one said, her nameplate said Sue. I dropped my hands to my sides just lay there whilst they started at the toes and worked all the way up my legs clearing the hairs like a lumberjack would clear a forest. When they got to my pubic patch they swapped heads again on the laser and slowly started to remove the pubic area, first the scrotum them the inner thighs and then the sides of my patch. and my navel area and down.

When they were completed they said that only my arms and armpits were left and quickly cleared them all up. They then told my to get dressed and said that they would see me next month, why I asked. The hairs grow in cycles and you need to have four treatments each a month apart so as to get every hair on every growth cycle. I had to go through this another three times, I thought to myself.

At home Sally inspected the work they had done, I was hairless except for my scalp. Sally was impressed and we talked about the experience and then made long sensual love.

I started working in the shop again, it was strange at first, the looks, the comments. Some people wouldn't let me near them, others asked specifically for me, but usually I got started at all the time and asked endless questions, I started to like the attention and soon became oblivious to the negative comments.

The upside of the experience was that we were six grand better off and the permanent makeup business was booming. Sally spent about sixty percent of her time tattooing ladies with all sorts of coloured lips, eyes and eyebrows. I was usually asked by new customers to give an explanation of the sensations and I usually played the pain down a little but always ended up by praising the time saving and the fact that I always looked good. They usually agreed with me, I even had a couple of ladies ask me out, but I always refused.

The hair laser treatments went quickly and soon the hair disappeared, on my fourth session there was hardly any work to be done on me.

My body was hairless, my head hair was getting longer and soon it was level with my shoulders, I had not had it cut since meeting Sally and began to like the longer length.

The shop was quiet and Sally and I was talking when she said take your top off, why I asked, a little surprise she said, now take your top off. I lay in the chair and she pulled out four small barbells, two slightly smaller and two slightly larger, she placed them on the side table and then pulled out a needle and without a warning grabbed my right nipple and pierced it sideways, she then pierced my left nipple the same. It was painful but since I had met her my pain threshold had risen dramatically. She then got my tender right nipple and rammed a needle through it again but this time vertically, a cross was formed, it looked good, she repeated it with the left nipple and after screwing the balls onto the ends, smiled and sat back. Both of my nipples had been double pierced to form a cross of gold balls on each one. I looked at her and asked why she didn't have her nipples pierced and she said that I was her canvas and until I was finished it would be pointless starting another project.

On the way home Sally started talking about the salon where I had been made body bald, and again started asking questions about Sue and Carol, what were they like, how did they act, what questions did they ask. Why did she want to know I asked, oh its not important, but Sue has decided to have eyeliner, eyebrows, lip-liner and full lip-colour done, she phoned me yesterday and whilst we were talking she asked if you had started the leg tattoo yet, I didn't know what she meant so I just said not yet. She asked what was it going to be, something extremely feminine she thought. I just said it's a surprise and when it was complete I would give her a special showing. She likes you, you know Dave, no way I said, oh yes she does, I can tell. So tell me Dave what's this extremely feminine tattoo you want then and when do we begin. Sally asked me what I wanted flowers, vines, country scenes, what do you want Dave. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say, YOU PICK, YOU DECIDE, I eventually said, but I only want one tattoo, I don't care how big it is or how small it is but I only want one tattoo. Sally smiled and said okay Dave just the one.

Dave you know your nose bar, can I swap it for something different, what like I asked, oh three separate pieces, I've got them in my bag and if you don't like them we can just swap them back.

In the house I sat down, I had never had the bar removed since it went in months ago. Sally untwisted the end ball and placed it in the table, then gently pulled it out, I looked into the mirror and I had two holes about 2.5mm in diameter, that's when I realised that the must have used a large needle. She told me to lean my head back, and started to work on the inside of my nose, I felt her push something through the centre and let it hang down, the then fiddled some more and then started on the side holes. Soon she said there that's done and I looked at myself in the mirror, the side holes had been filled with medium sized diamond effect studs, each about 5mm in size, and the centre one had a silver oval shape hoop hanging down with a large silver ball in the middle. I wobbled my head and the ball bounced outward then inward. I smiled and Sally kissed me. Don't forget Dave you promised me one tattoo, and one tattoo is all I want and all I shall have.

 

One Tattoo

Oh he's just lovely, Carol said as she looked at me, Sally smiled and said yes he's coming on. Anyway have you decided which shape you're going for Sally asked Carol, oh I think something less dramatic than Dave's but along the same line. The eyebrow shape that I have now except a little stronger and darker on the colour. The lips almost exactly like Dave's, same shape, same colour except I want a dark lip-liner, and what about the eyeliner Sally asked, oh I only want the lower line done except I would like the wet-line done, the wet-line Sally asked, yes you know, where the upper and lower lids come together there is the flat line, and that's called the wet-line. Sally said oh I've never done that yet and looked at me and said Dave get onto the chair. But, but, I hesitated not sure what to say or do but sure enough got onto the tattoo chair. Carol was to my left and Sally to my right. I lay back without a care in the world and Sally approached me with the gun, she pulled my eyelid down and began tattooing the flat line on my eyelid, it didn't hurt that much and was soon done, she then pulled my top eyelid upwards and began tattooing that as well. It was like I had been trained to accept what ever was thrown at me, I just lay there and let Sally do whatever she wanted, soon both eyes were done and Sally cleaned the ink from around my eyes. Carol looked me straight in the eyes and said beautiful, that's what I want, but only the lower wet-line. Sally motioned me to get up and I went to the rear of the shop to see what she had done, and as I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe what I saw, my jet black eyeliner now had inner deep blue circles, I had blue eyeliner tattooed upper and lower, and it looked great. I just stood there looking at myself and started to wonder why she was doing this to me and why I was letting her. Full tattooed makeup, large holes punched in my ears, a single tattooed finger and three rings in my nose and I was hairless from the scalp down. I didn't mind the changes in fact I had grown to like the changes and it had helped make our business stronger, but I still wondered why I was so keen to please Sally's every whim.

The butt plug had been awkward to get used to and the slow increase in size had taken its toll, I now walked with a waddle, my hips swayed from side to side with each step and I had to go to the toilet every couple of hours just to stop the gasses building up. The plug I had been wearing for the last two months was a large black one with a small hole down the centre and a screw at the end so that I could unscrew the end and let the gas out without removing the plug. I don't know why but every time me and Sally had sex she would play with it and I would cum quickly and she would just smile and say she loved me.

Dave do you remember when you said that I can give you one tattoo, yes I replied, well tomorrow we start. What's it going to be I asked in a quiet voice, a belt. A belt I thought, well if all I am having is a belt why the big fuss, why the long wait, I felt a little disappointed, under whelmed, I wanted more but couldn't ask.

Sally spent the next three hours tattooing carols wet-line and lips, as she did so I watched intently, recalling every stroke that she was receiving, I was fascinated, Carol looked beautiful, and as she was having her lips tattooed she never once took her eyes off of me.

The next morning Sally and I were met at the studio by Carol, I thought it was strange her being there but whatever Sally had planned, had been planned between herself and Carol. I was instructed to strip naked and stand in the centre of the studio, I looked at Carol and then obliged. Sally came to me and placed the familiar blindfold over my eyes, she then told me to keep my arms in the air. Carol was on my left, I heard Sally and Carol talking, saying things like no a little higher, its not level and it would be better there because if his shirt lifts up everyone will see it. I could feel them trying the stencil for alignment and I began to get hard, but no one said anything. I felt myself being wetted so the stencil would transfer the outline to my skin. Careful Carol, Sally said as I felt the stencil being applied to my waist, starting at the front and carefully winding round to my back. I felt as they rubbed it and patted it, then they peeled it off and there was silence, it will look great Carol said, and I was led to the table, I was going to have to lie down to receive this tattoo.

The first buzz of the needle started at around ten thirty in the morning, it was below my navel, it was a long wavy line that was quickly followed by another then another, I had to roll over onto my left side and then my right and the lay on my belly which was awkward due to the steaming hard-on. The sting on the needle was like a long lost friend returning, I loved the pain, the sensation, the uncertainty, and the knowing that as from now things will never be the same. It seemed like hours for the ends of the belt to meet on my back, and then a strange thing happened, Sally started tattooing down my right arse cheek. Why would she do that I thought, now moving, not speaking, and then after a while she started tattooing around my thigh. Another belt I thought, no it would be too low, then she started tattooing down my left arse cheek and then around my left thigh. I was turned over to the left and then the right as she worked on my thighs and then onto my back. She started tattooing the front of the thigh and soon joined both smaller bands up, she then started to tattoo down the front of my groin, as she did this my dick was rock hard and wanting to be emptied, but all I could do was wait. The bands around my thighs had now been joined to the band around my waist. I just lay there waiting for Sally to say okay Dave you can get up now, but she never did, she started to tattoo below the bands on my thighs, as she was doing this I felt a hand on my prick, gentle start to rub it up and down, then a little faster, then a pair of cold wet lips started to slide over the head and down the shaft, I was in heaven, I was being tattooed and having a blow job at the same time, AT THE SAME TIME, if Sally was tattooing me then Carol must be giving me head, I froze, the blow-job was great, she knew how to excite me but I was having a blowjob in front of my girlfriend. The sensation of the tattoo needle burning in a thousand needle pricks a minute and the extremely great blowjob I was receiving was almost too much to bear, but every time I came close to cuming Carol would squeeze the base so hard that I couldn't cum. It was like heavenly torture, but like all good things it had to come to an end, and it did with a torrent of wild rapids water gushing out, except that Carol simply caressed and sucked the entire load. It was the best blowjob I had ever had and it was over, I had wanted it to never end, but then I felt hair dangling over my face and then I felt the newly tattooed lips press onto mine, I felt a tongue try to get past my lips but I held firm, then I felt my testicles being tickled by Sally and then Carol gently forced her mouth onto mine and we kissed, a long slow tongue knotted kiss, I hardly noticed the semen on her tongue as I almost lost control and almost put my arms around her, but managed to restrain myself. She was an excellent kisser and the thought of newly tattooed lips onto my tattooed lips got me extremely excited and straight away after I had another erection, but this time as Carol was kissing me, I felt Sally start to pull my skin back and I was expecting another blowjob but instead she started to tattoo the dome of my prick, it was agony, and I felt like screaming but Carols tongue kept me quiet. It was like they had both planned it and I was the guinea pig, but the tattooing was agony and I had to fight to keep quiet. Carol went from my mouth to my neck and started kissing and sucking my neck, and I knew she was giving me love bites, my neck was being covered in big red blotches, signs of someone's attention would be on my neck for days after, needless to say as this was happening my prick started to live up again even though it was being stabbed by millions of needle pricks.

Carol left my neck and Sally stopped tattooing my prick both at the same time, and I was un-blindfolded and told to keep my eyes shut, as I stood the blood started to run back into my feet and I had severe pins and needles, I started to march on the spot just to get a little circulation going.

Dave, open your eyes, Sally said and as I did I looked into the full length mirror, Jesus, I had a suspender belt and partly completed fishnet stockings TATTOOED onto me, I turned to the left and then the right, it was intricate, BLACK, and bold. Sally said I told you I was only going to give you one tattoo, and when the stockings are finished and the detail of the belt filled in it will form one large tattoo. Do you like it? She asked, I took the longest pause yet and then said "its beautiful", how long will it take to finish. Carol spoke next and said that Sally had been tattooing for several hours already and she was tired, I looked at Sally and she smiled and said don't worry Dave, we're in no rush, it will take many sessions to complete but when it is complete it will look stunning.

Over the next three months we had repeat sessions on the blindfold, tattooing, and blowjobs, it almost became routine like. I slowly watched the fishnet pattern wind down around each leg past the thighs, over the knees, down and over the shins and soon all that was left were the feet. These were painful, and took many smaller sessions to complete, but eventually these were also completed.

I had the most intricate fishnet pattern covering both legs, they looked like real fishnets running up each hairless leg, never a chance of a ladder appearing in either one, and both held up by a thick suspender belt. Even the downward clasps that held the stockings in place were tattooed to such detail that they seemed stretched and the stocking appeared to be pulled up by these. They were perfect, if someone didn't know they were tattooed then they would not know they weren't real.

I was a little disappointed that the tattooing sessions were drawing to an end because I had secretly started to become fond of Carol, it wasn't love, or lust, I just wanted to be by her, close to her, I loved the way she smiled, the way she would always ask me my opinion, the way she showed me attention. I loved sally and felt as one with her but it was different with Carol, she seemed more like a friend than a lover.

Over the weeks I would think of ways to see Carol, but never carry them out, I could not phone her because if Sally found out then all hell would be let loose, but I had to find a way to see her again, I missed her.

 

Changed

I had not thought of an effective excuse to contact Carol, and it gad been ages since we last spoke when one day Sally said to me "Dave you need something doing with your hair, it's a mess", I asked what she had in mind but she just said that she had made an appointment at \Carols shop and it would be a surprise. Okay I said with a load of enthusiasm, they could dye my hair purple if they wanted as long as I saw Carol again. Bright and early the next morning I went to the house of beauty salon that Carol owned and she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

So Dave its been a long time, why didn't you phone me, I was beginning to miss you. I, I, I couldn't phone you, why she asked, because if Sally found out she would go wild. Silly, Sally wouldn't mind, anyway lets get started, you have nice length hair, we should be able to do wonders with it.

She started by washing my hair, and then pasting some gooey stuff all over and leaving it, Well Dave we've got a lot of time to spare so how about we start by sorting your nails, how do you mean I asked, oh be quite Dave and just relax. Just then two other ladies came to me and started working on separate hands filing my nails down slightly, they then started rubbing some sort of emery board over them which made all of the surface rough. They then picked up some sort of small nail type extensions and super-glued one on each tip of my fingers, they then filed the touching part down some more so that there was no rough edge and then using a paint brush started to stroke some kind or clear coating over each nail little by little. What's that I asked, its acrylic they replied and soon my nails were long but thick and uneven, they then set about filing the surface smooth with some kind of buffing block and after about twenty five minutes my nails were long, smooth and very shinny, you wont break these too easily one said, they're very hard. Then Carol was called and the two assistants left, Carol then said what's your favourite colour Dave, why I asked curiously, oh just so I know what colour to paint them, paint them I said, you cant paint them I'll look stupid. Dave look in the mirror, you are gorgeous, you have full permanent makeup two colours of eyeliner, blusher, eye shadow and high arched eyebrows, who do you think is going to notice your nails, she was right of course, I hadn't chose to think what I looked like too much, because there was nothing I could do about it. You pick I said, so ten minutes later I was sporting long deep metallic burgundy colour nails.

She washed the gooey stuff out of my hair and started to towel dry it slightly, as she did this I looked at my hair and it was platinum blonde, she then combed the hair so it was just hanging down equal around my head, she then started to cut the hair above my eyes and shortened and tapered it at the sides and then started to roll the edges and rear up in large curlers, she then applied some smelly lotion on to the rollers and told me to read a magazine while the lotion worked and one of the technicians came back and started to take my shoes off and my socks, no wait I yelled, thinking of the tattooed fishnets underneath, don't worry Dave, the technician said, Carol has told us about your fetish and were fine with it. As she pulled my socks off she hesitated at the sight of the fine mesh pattern covering every expanse of skin visible, lovely she said and them lifted my feet onto a stool and started a pedicure. I just carried on reading my magazine, and before I knew it the technician had finished and Carol was back and un-rolling my hair, nice nails she said, my toe nails were now the same colour as my fingernails and looked brilliant set within the fishnet pattern. Do me a favour will you Dave, Carol said, sure I replied, keep your nails painted for me, will you. Well I don't know, it will be hard, but I thought why not and said that if it was okay with Sally then I would try.

Another fifteen minutes passed and my hair was finished, I had been turned into a platinum blonde and had the most feminine hairdo I could imagine. You look beautiful Dave she said, and gestured for me to stand, as I did she held my hand and walked me to the back of the salon where she asked me to undress, which I quickly did. Here put these on she said, there was a leather mini-skirt, red tee-shirt, bomber type jacket, and toeless high heels. You're joking I said, I cant wear these, why not she said, its just for fun. I put the tee-shirt on first, then the leather mini skirt followed by the bomber type jacket and finally the high heels. I stood back and she looked at me and said "Dave, touch your toes", so I did and she went behind me and very carefully started to pull out my butt plug, as it popped out she said "here, I think you'll like this one, and she inserted a slightly larger one, it took some forcing but soon it was home and to my surprise it started vibrating, only slightly, but still noticeable. I stood up straight, red with embarrassment, and she put her mouth next to mine and kissed me deeply. There was no lipstick smear because we both had tattooed colour in our lips, only a little smeared gloss. She then took my hand and started to walk me out of the room, my heart was beating as we came close to the salon exit, I started to pull slightly against her hand, but she held me tight and we stepped out onto the street. It was a sunny day and quite warm, I had a little trouble concentrating on walking in high heels due to the vibrating butt plug up my arse. We walked around the block and no one seemed to notice, we then went into the pub at the end of the street and my heart was pounding so hard I nearly fainted.

We sat at the bar and ordered two bottles of Budweiser, no glasses just bottles, Carol paid for the drinks and we just sat there, like two ordinary women out for a quiet drink. I sat there and reached for my Bud and as I did so, I noticed fior the first time my tattooed finger stood out, Carol, what do you think of tattoos, I asked. Dave I love them, I would like to have one but working in the salon trade it almost counts me out, why do you ask? It's the finger tattoo, do you think it looks odd, out of place almost?

Dave if I had my way it would not stop at your finger, I would have a very special design added to both of your hands and wrists. What like I asked, now that would be telling wouldn't it, anyway I don't think Sally would approve if you wanted something done off your own back. What are you trying to say, that I have no power on what is changed on me, that Sally controls everything, if I wanted a tattoo, another piercing or something its up to me to decide not Sally. Do you mean that Dave, do you rally meant it?, of course I do, Prove it Carol said, have a tattoo, let me pick what you have, and Ill do anything you ask, and I mean anything. Sex, a tattoo, a piercing, anything, well what do you say?

I thought for a while, not on the tattoo she wanted to give me but on what I could get her to do, okay Carol, but remember you said anything.

Sally seemed a little upset that I wanted Carol to pick a tattoo for me, she knew we were close, in fact it was Sally who encouraged Carol to give me oral sex during the stocking tattoo, but she still seemed curious about our friendship. Nevertheless Sally agreed and arranged with Carol what was to be done, and I was told to attend the ceremony the following Sunday. Sunday I asked, why Sunday, because the tattoo will take a long time to complete and I want to get one hand finished at least. I was a little shocked because I started to realise what could be done in a days tattooing.

The alarm went off at six thirty and after we had breakfast we went to the studio, Carol was already waiting and seemed anxious to get started. We went in, and put the heating on and made another pot of tea. Take your top off Dave, Sally said, oh and no need to do any shaving before we get started is there, she said with a smile on her face. Carol came with the tea and Sally said, Dave you had better take one of these, they will help to calm you down a little, and held out two tablets, without thinking why I needed calming down I took the pills off Sally, placed them on the side of the tattooing chair and then placed one in my mouth and took a sip of tea and swallowed. Sally started to get the gun ready and Carol went to put the kettle back on, because it was still a little cold in the shop and she liked her tea. I picked up the second pill and popped it in my mouth and after another sip I swallowed it, DAVE, DON'T SWOLLOW, I heard Sally yell and just looked at her, too late I said, why. Dave those are strong tablets and, oh never mind, just remember that it was you who asked me for this tattoo. I was soon bouncing in and out of consciousness, when I was conscious I felt no pain, but could hardly move, I just felt someone rubbing my left hand in the palm and my right at the same time, and the rubbing sensation seemed to spread higher and higher. It was Monday morning when I started to come round, I was lying in bed, and could hardly move at first, I remember looking up at the ceiling and trying to remember what was going on, what had happened, and then I remembered the tattoo, the tablets. I lifted my arms, but could not see anything, they were covered in coloured plastic, from finger to armpit. I turned over and Sally was looking at me, she said, Dave the polythene is there to stop your tattoo drying out too quickly and you need to keep it on the rest of the week, but wash every day. What did you do I asked her, Only what you asked for she replied. Sally wouldn't let me take the polythene off, and when it was time to wash she blindfolded me and washed me, and after five days I could take no more. Sally, when can I see my tattoo, I asked, tonight she said when Carol gets here. The anticipation was murder, but after five days a few hours wouldn't make much difference. Carol arrived around seven and bought a bottle of wine, it was odd drinking wine with polythene covered arms, surrounded by the only two people in the world who knew what was tattooed on each arm. As we were waiting Sally said, Dave you remember I said that it was a lot to complete in a day, Yes I replied, well Carol helped me and we managed to get a little more done than we anticipated, now come with me and lets have one last shower. Of course I was blindfolded again, except this time there was no cream rubbed over my tattoo, and no polythene to cover it, just a soft towel which dried it for the first time in a week. I was lead into the sitting room and I heard Carol say WOW, they're great, I cant see any colour loss can you, Sally seemed to pull at my arms inspecting them and then said only a few minor spots around the elbow. I was that aroused that even without seeing the tattoo I was ready to cum.

Slowly Sally untied the blindfold and let it slip to the floor, I looked down at the same time as raising my hands, they were black, the backs, the palms, the fingers, the wrists, all the way up to where my biceps were. Everything was jet black, it looked as though I had black pvc arm length gloves on. I would have shit myself if it wasn't for the big black plug up my arse. I was expecting something different, but not this different.

Sally looked at me and said, You got what you asked for Dave, oh and by the way, you know how you promised to wear nail polish for Carol well now you can keep that promise except that you will only be allowed to wear black nail polish.

I just stood there, the skin was almost healed, much more advanced than normal, it must have been the cream and the polythene covering.

Sally came to my mouth and started kissing me and Carol started kissing my arms, and once again before I knew it we were all making love on the floor.

When I awoke the next morning I was the first one up and went to the bathroom, after emptying myself I started to study my arms, they were jet black, not like the normal black ink Sally usually used, but almost shinny, I just stood there looking in the mirror, pierced nose, punched out ears, tattooed makeup, tattooed fishnet stockings and suspender belt and tattooed pvc look-alike arm gloves. I looked like a slut who wanted to be fucked, well I was almost because of the butt plug, but what the hell had I turned into, I had to admit I liked it, but it still scared me.

What was my future, what had the girls got planned for me, surely there was nothing else they could do to me, or was there?

 

Part 8

What had happened to me, I was tattooed, pierced, split, slightly ashamed but very excited and even hornier than ever. The extreme look that was now my normal everyday existence was beginning to get stale, I wanted more.

If you give someone who has nothing something new, then they may become happy, they may have been happy before but now they have something new to judge against, and if you remove that new article then there is a chance that the person would miss it and they become sad even though they didn't need it and were happy before. It is the same if people get used to having new items, as soon as the surprises stop, the routine boredom kicks in.

The more I had the more I wanted. What was next, what was going to happen to me, what had they got planned, I didn't know and surprisingly didn't care. Whatever it was it would be good, it would change me, I would be different.

I had been fantasizing about what could happen, but nothing happened. I asked Sally what she had meant about breasts and she said not to worry, and that all good things come to those who wait.

We ran the shop, we worked, we ate out, and again we became stuck in our own little routine, yet again we were happy, but still I waited for a new change, something fresh.

It was mid June when one day I asked Sally if she minded if I went on the sun-bed, she didn't but told me to be extra careful because all of my dark ink-work would make my skin burn very easily. I phoned Carol to see if I needed an appointment, but I didn't and so I went round. We talked and then I tanned, and then I asked her if she would like to go out for a dinner time drink, she said that she would love to and the next thing I knew was that we were at the table in the pub and we were on our third double.

Carol, I said, yes Dave, she replied, you remember when you said that I couldn't do anything off my own back and enticed me into having a tattoo and in return you said that I could pick something for you, Carol went quiet and after a few moments said in a soft but inquisitive voice "yes, why", well I've been thinking, you said that if I had a tattoo then you would either have sex with me, a piercing, a tattoo, anything, remember. Yes she replied, what do you have in mind she asked hesitantly. She looked nervous, almost frightened, but I knew that she would carry out her promise to obey my wish. "A tattoo" I said, well not one tattoo but lots of tiny ones, leopard spots, light brown leopard spots. "Where must I have them" she asked. All around your breasts, your upper arms, your chest and back, and the lower part of your neck, so as to act like a collar. She was silent, I was silent, it was like a shootout, the first one to move would lose. Still it was silent, but then I saw her eyes well up with tears, and then slowly but surely a single tear rolled down the inner ridge of her eye, along the side of her nose and rest upon the rim of her lip. Still she said nothing, and I just watched her, waiting for a comment, and then I watched that single tear drop fall just a little further and be absorbed into the gap of her lips. Instead of saying anything about the tear and why she was crying I just thought of the tear drop and whether she could taste it.

Okay she said, but you realise that it will risk my livelihood, my career everything, "Yes" I said but a promise is a promise, and besides I think that it will look excellent. We sat in almost silence for the next fifteen minutes and then Carol said that she would talk to Sally to discuss the time schedule and that I had to decide exactly what pattern she must have.

Over the next six to seven days Sally and I discussed what I wanted Carol to wear, and at exactly one week from when I told Carol that she must wear my pattern she was to be tattooed. Sally had to reschedule a few customers but it was set. Carol came into the parlour wearing a long sleeved blouse, and a scarf around her neck, she was scared, very scared, probably of the uncertainty, the doubt, she was in someone else's control.

Sally asked Carol to take off her scarf and top so that we could start marking her with the pattern. Carol slowly undressed and was silent, she seemed to be in a world of her own.

Carol looked at me and said "Dave", where do you want the pattern to start?, Carol seemed upset a little that she was ignored and bowed her head slightly. I reached to her side and touched an area just on the underside of her left breast, "here" I said and I want it to wrap around her breasts, covering then and working upwards and around. Sally started to mark the pattern on Carols breasts and I set up the guns. After about ten minutes we were agreed on the placement and Sally started to tattoo a single spot, she used no border around the tattoo but rather gently blended the colour to form a smudge effect, Carol didn't jump or show any signs of pain, but just sat there in silence. You have a go Dave, Sally said, so I picked up the gun and sure enough managed to repeat the effect quite well. Soon Sally and I were both tattooing Carols breasts, because there was no border to draw the tattooing went quite quickly and soon both of Carols breasts were entirely covered in this intricate smudge like pattern. The centre part, the solar plexus was covered and still Carol was silent. We had a fifteen minute break to let Carol have a cup of tea with plenty of sugar, it helps reduce the chance of shock, and then we were at it again. We had worked for over six hours and were just starting on the base of the neck when Sally said that this was enough for one day and that we should continue tomorrow, what about the other customers I said, and Sally said that she had allowed for the length of time necessary to complete the tattoo and that she had already cancelled all appointments for tomorrow. Carol looked sad, sore, worried and cold, and was soon bandaged and back wearing her blouse.

I was in bed with Sally discussing how the day had gone when she said that it was obvious that Carol was nervous about the tattoo and asked how far I wanted to go, I said that I would have to stop at the base of her neck because Carol didn't want it too visible, Dave look in the mirror, look at yourself, if it wasn't for Carol you wouldn't have the black fishnets or the black arm gloves, she was right and I looked at Sally and said, "you know what Sally", I would love the tattoo to cover her entire neck right up to the base of her chin, and at the rear, I would like the tattoo to cover all the area where her head hair is. Sally just looked at me and smiled, we lay there in each others arms and slowly but went to sleep fantasising what the end effect would look like.

The next morning at the parlour we undressed Carol and started to tattoo her, we covered her back and sides and then started on her arms. We carried on working on her arms all day and eventually reached the wrists, still Carol was silent, and then we started on the hands both at the same time. I don't know why but again I had the biggest hard-on, and was getting more turned on the more I tattooed her. Carol, do you want to come back next week of finish the tattoo today, Sally asked, "today", came the reply.

Sally stood up and fetched the razor, Carol looked puzzled, and soon Sally started to shave the back of Carols head, slowly working up a little higher with each stroke, then on the sides and then on the top of Carols head. Carol had long closed her eyes, tears flowed freely and still she was silent. She was totally bald and not so much as a bristle remained. We started to position the pattern around her neck and then up the back and soon her head was a pattern of mauve leopard spots. The spots didn't finish inside the hairline but crept out about ¾ of an inch all the was around so as to act like a border for her hairline. The tattooing soon resumed and first the rear was coloured in and then the sides and then the front. The breasts of Carol were soaked in tears and lots of tiny hairs cuttings had stuck to her breasts and the side of her face. The top of her head seemed a little hard to get used to, maybe because I had never tattooed a head before. It was late when we finished the tattoo, and I must admit that my hard-on returned with just the sight of her, she was different, she was transformed, she would never be the same, she was about to begin a new stage in her life and there was no turning back.

Sally I said, what, came the reply, there is one more thing I want before we finish, I want her nipples and areolas coloured in black, jet black. No sooner had I said this that Sally started to change the colour in the gun and then started to tattoo the nipples and areolas jet black. Carol had long stopped crying and was just staring straight in front of her, in a coma type state almost unaware of what was going on. I stood back, admiring the artistry, the design, she was changed but she was beautiful, it looked like she had a semi sort of cloak on, she really did look beautiful. Whilst Carol was dressing, Sally asked her if she wanted to come home with us tonight, and to my surprise Carol said yes. We fetched a Chinese takeaway on the way home and after eating it Carol said she needed a shower. We showed her the bathroom and soon she was showering. Dave why don't you join her Sally said, and without so much as a hesitation I had entered the bathroom and was starkers, I pilled the curtain back and soon I was having sex with the leopard woman. She was insatiable, we lost count, I had never made love to a bald tattooed leopard like woman, just the thought kept me hard, but as usual in the end we were dried and dressed and watching telly. Carol stayed in our bed that night and not surprisingly I was given a display on lesbian love, am I loved it.

Carol had the next three months off work, the salon was managed by her head girl and surprisingly takings didn't fall. Carols hair had started growing back, it was now almost an inch long and the effect of the leopard spots was amazing. Her face was framed beautifully, her neck seemed to say "kiss me" and whenever I saw her leopard breasts and black areolas it was straight forward sex. I had started to have sex with Carol more than I made love to Sally, but I had no complaints off Sally, in fact Carol and Sally would often give me a free lesbian show, which sometimes ended with the most fantastic blow-job off Carol, the sight of my multi coloured prick bouncing in and out of her permanently stained lips whilst trying to focus on her leopard spots was so erotic it was almost perfect. Carol eventually became used to the tattoo and realise that once it was done she may as well make the most of it, and start enjoying life. Her career hadn't crashed, she had just taken a long break and her business was doing as good as ever. I was beginning to wonder if I could colour her in some more, she was my canvas, and every canvas needs an artist, otherwise it is not a canvas but just blank cloth.

 

Part 9

It had been three months since I tattooed Carol, she was happy enough, but still I wanted more, I wanted to turn her into my fantasy woman, my creation. Carol often stayed over and was fast becoming a semi-permanent fixture of the household, she even started paying the odd bill that we had such as telephone and gas. We were at the Merryhill shopping centre shopping for a new leather skirt for me when Sally asked what I thought of Carol moving in with us, I said that I didn't mind and asked where would she sleep? Sally said that she could share our bed and if it was too crowded then she would have to get herself a bed. Sure enough Carol moved in and every night we would go to bed and there was always one of us horny, I would screw Sally or Carol, or Sally and Carol would screw each other or me, but guaranteed that at least two of us would have sex every night.

As Carol was always there I soon decided to bring my tattooing equipment back from the studio and start on my creation. I started by instructing Carol that she was an almost bare canvas that needed colouring in and that I was deciding what should be done to her and when. Carol smiled and just said "whatever and whenever you want Dave". I started looking on the internet for ideas but nothing really stuck out, until I came across a genital tattoo and almost instantly decided on the next tattoo for carol.

I had carol lay on top of small living room table, she jumped a little at its coldness, but was soon laying down on her back with her bum right at the edge of the table and her legs spread and bent so as to support herself a little. First I shaved the little area of hair that looked like a landing strip and then dried her. "Dave", Carol said, "what" I said in a sort of "don't talk to me I'm busy" tone, "what's it going to be"?

Carol, do me a favour and shut up, I want to concentrate, I replied, and started to draw with a pen well above her pussy, and gradually dropped to her lips, after about twenty minutes I started the gun. Carol just lay there staring at the ceiling, silent and still.

The tattooing lasted just over three hours and only the outline was done, I thought to myself that this was going to be a masterpiece. When I put the gun down I cleaned Carol and dressed the tattoo, which was extremely difficult to do. I instructed Carol that she was not to see the tattoo until it was completed, and that we would continue the session tomorrow. I pulled her knickers up her legs and left her to do the rest. She was very horny and started begging me to let her see her tattoo and started to unzip my leather mini skirt, I just stood there and she took my multi coloured prick and gave me one hell of a blow-job, but when I was finished I still wouldn't let her see her tattoo. Carol was pissed off a little but I didn't care because I knew the wait would drive her up the wall.

I didn't tell Sally about the tattoo, because I wanted to surprise her, and sure enough the following morning I got up, had a pee, washed myself and cleaned my teeth, as I walked into the living room I was surprised to see carol flat on the table with her knickers down to her ankles waiting to get started, I just burst out laughing and bent over her and kissed her on her temple. Once I had set up the equipment I removed what was left of the dressing and cleaned her up. The outline was still fresh and there was no scab, which was good, and soon I was tattooing away. It was a large tattoo and had lots of colour blending in it and I was beginning to think that I would not get it completed, but still I tattooed and still Carol lay there still and silent. Her pussy was soaking wet, she was extremely horny, but there was no chance of any relief for her.

It was getting late and I knew Sally would be home in about an hour and a half, and still the ink kept going in and the little droplets came out. Soon I was working on her pussy itself, over and down her lips, wide and deep was the tattoo, eventually stopping just before her anus. It was complete, it looked great, I fetched my camera from the bedroom and took loads of digital photos, some of just her pussy and some of her there lying on the table with her freshly stained pussy jumping out.

After ten minutes all of the bleeding had stopped and I helped Carol to stand up. For the first time in two days of intense tattooing she was allowed to see her new ink. I led her to the bedroom to the full-length mirror and she opened her eyes, her first reaction was to step nearer the mirror, and she stared at herself. She stood back and turned from side to side as if she was modelling underwear. "Dave, its beautiful", she said and came to me and kissed me, and said, "when this is healed, I want the fuck of my life".

As she stood there she could see the shading of the tattoo and its permanency.

The tattoo was the face of a she devil, her wild red hair flowed almost to her navel, she had small dark horns, extreme makeup and her mouth spread around Carols pussy. The lips were tattooed bright red and even had a lip-liner added to them, it looked as if the she-devil was permanently screaming. Her face had high arched black eyebrows, brown eyes and even had cheek blush added. It really looked as though the pussy was a part of her face, it was an excellent tattoo, and Carol knew it. From now on whenever Carol was naked she would have a screaming she-devil on show.

I told Carol to go lay on the bed and rest, and I would be in shortly to dress her new ink. I went in to the bedroom and Carol was already asleep on the bed, I tried to awaked her but she was flat out, I wiped the tattoo with a damp cloth and started to rub cream onto her new face, the cream made the tattooed colours shine even more brightly, slowly I massaged her black hair, then her eyebrows and her cheeks and then started to rub her lips, fuckin' hell was I turned on, but I knew that a good fucking was the last thing that the new tattoo needed.

As I knelt there admiring my talent I realised that the tattoo needed a name, but what could I call it, what do you call a she-devil tattooed on a pussy, then it struck me, I didn't need to name her pussy after some devil, I could call it whatever I wanted, and I started to think about when she was healed and how my multi coloured prick would fuck her new mouth, I imagined laying with my back on the bed with Carol shagging me, she would be bobbing up and down on me and then hit me, I would call her new pussy tattoo "BOBBIE".

I stood up and looked at Carol just laying there naked on the bed, her hair was now growing back but was still short, her tattooed markings had faded to a nice light brown, her breasts looked excellent with there camouflage and her arms added to the effect, her new screaming tattoo "BOBBIE" looked awesome and I started to think what I could do next. I fetched the tattoo gun, set it up beside the bed and started to tattoo a little beauty spot above her left lip and then another one larger, and quite high on her right cheek, Carol moved a little but all of the earlier tattooing had exhausted her, there was no way she would be waking soon. Once the beauty spots were completed I stood back a little and examined them, the one above the left side of her lip was jet black and the one high on her right cheek was of a heart, the border had a thick jet black border and a deep red centre, and right in the middle of the heart was the initial "D", I had not only tattooed her face without her permission, but I had also initialled my work.

Sally arrived back before Carol awoke, she was quiet, she seemed disappointed that I had modified Carol without her, and that I had obviously tattooed Carol without Carols permission. Sally soon came round and commented on how good the tattoo was and the detail was excellent.

Carol was also very quiet when she saw her initialled face, she soon became very upset and soon left. I then knew that I had gone too far.

It was three weeks before I managed to catch up with Carol. She had been avoiding me like the plague, but eventually we sat, talked and slowly but surely made up. I apologised and said that I would never do anything to hurt her, she looked at me and said "you tattooed my face without my permission". I was so wrong but I said that I would do anything to make it up to her, and that I had secretly become very very fond of her. But deep down I knew that I had cocked up and cocked up big time.

Anyway the weeks passed and things got back to normal when Sally called me to one side and started a discussion about my face, and how I could do with some minor changes. She wanted me to have my eyes done, lifted at the ends to make them look catlike. I asked what she meant and she showed me a before and after photo of a woman who had had the surgery and her eyes lifted at the ends. She also wanted my nose done, she wanted it reduced so it was smaller, slightly thinned and a slight upwards lift at the end. She wanted me to have permanent lip implants to give me a larger pout, cheek implants to accentuate my jaw line and she also wanted me to have my own set of breasts.

It took a while for it to sink in and we talked. I was willing to do whatever she wanted but how could I get breasts? She explained that she had made an appointment for me to see the Doctor about my wish to start hormone treatment. We talked, I was slightly scared but I agreed and two days later I was in front of the doctor and he was explaining all the side affect and literally made no effort to talk me out of it.

It was two months later that I woke up in the recovery room, my face was sore and bandaged. I was allowed home three days later but the bandages were kept on. Just over a week went by when Sally, Carol and I returned to the private hospital where I had the treatment and the Doctor had me lay down and slowly remove the bandages. Sally and Carol seemed to gasp slightly when they saw me, the Doctor explained that I still had slight swelling and major bruising, but the operation was a success. I was handed a mirror and I slowly raised it to my face, I was gobsmacked. My eyes were pointing noticeable upwards at the ends, I looked more than a little oriental, almost catlike. My nose was smaller, thinner and my lips were huge and my cheeks were noticeably sticking out. I looked a hell of a lot more feminine than I had ever imagined possible. It took a while for it to sink in but soon I was used to it and the swelling went and the bruising disappeared and I looked very pretty and very feminine.

I had been taking the hormones for nearly six months, my breasts were developing nicely. My own sex drive had taken a considerable nose dive but the breasts were developing fast. I saw the doctor once a month and just after a year I was booked in to have my implants. Two weeks before the operation I had a consultation with the surgeon to discuss which size implant would suit me, Sally kept pushing me to go as large as possible and so did Carol. The specialist had me wear a bra and placed silicone inserts into the bra to mimic what the breasts would feel like. I tried the C cup, and the D cup and it was decieded that there was not enough tissue to go any larger. I tried the DD cup and wanted that but the specialist said that it was not possible.

I awoke with a groggy feeling, my head hurt and it felt like someone had placed something on my chest and my lungs were having trouble lifting it. I was bandaged but I could tell that the implants were in and it was just a matter of time before I got to see them. Just over a week later my bandages were removed and there they were, my breasts, D cup. They were large, well shaped but with no nipple to speak of. The doctor explained that another operation was required to form the nipple, and the missing areola could be tattooed on if I wanted. I was happy, I had my own set of breasts. Walking was difficult, my centre of balance was altered, and I could not carry anything for nearly four weeks. The months went by, my nipples were constructed and healed. I did not bother having the areola tattooed because deep down I knew Sally would take care of this.

I had been taking the hormone tablets for a further 12 months after the implants and my tissue had continued to grow and my once tout breast skin was now a little saggy. My bottom had spread in size, I had put a lot of weight on there and my skirts were too tight, they were replaced with ones that allowed room to grow.

My second operation made my breasts up to an EE cup, they were huge, they were heavy and they soon healed. I stopped taking the hormones after the operation, and my little dick started to react again. It took months to get back to normal and soon the sex started again.

It took time to adjust to the new me, after all its not every day you change to having big breasts.

Time passed, it had been four years since Sally tattooed my makeup and it had seriously started to fade, my lips were patchy and faded, my eye shadow was almost the same but more fading had occurred, my eyeliner was very faded and my cheek colour had all but gone away. Sally never mentioned my fading looks but one day I asked why the makeup had faded if it was done with ink? She simply replied that she had told me that it was tattoo ink and she had in fact used the semi permanent inks used by permanent makeup specialists, which starts to fade after a few years. She had done this in case I ever changed my mind. I didn't ask her to tattoo my makeup again because I wanted to change my style, I experimented and Carol helped me. Now I had a more feminine face the style changed constantly and I enjoyed the experimentation.

Sally, Carol and I were out shopping one day when Sally said to Carol "do you think we should give Dave a bra? Carol said yes, but let's make it something special.

Again Sally rearranged the tattoo appointments at the parlour and Carol had a cam-corder to record the event. Because I had virtually all of my hair lasered off there was no need to shave me. I asked Sally what she was going to give me? Sally just smiled and said "you didn't give Carol the courtesy of knowing she was to be tattooed on her face! So I shall not tell you what you shall be having", and with that she got a pen and started to draw on my breasts. She started by drawing a line just under the nipple so that whatever she put on me, my nipples would stick out. She then drew the line backwards to my sides and then upwards to the rear of my neck and then came forward to form a line on the front of my neck. There was a pattern on the front and sides of the neck but I could not tell what it was. There was no doubt that this was the strap that was to hold the bra up. She then continued drawing on my back, lots and lots of detail, and then she picked up the lining machine and it started to buss. She started on the front of my neck where my Adams apple was and then around the sides. She then started following the lines down and backwards to the breasts, she was going to tattoo my beautifull breasts. As the lines met I knew there was no stopping her, she was on a mission that only her and Carol knew about. The tattooing on my back was agony, I wanted to scream, as the lower the tattoo got the more it hurt. She carried on tattooing lower and lower and then I realised that she was joining the new tattoo with the tattooed suspender belt. We had about four and a half hours of line work, no colouring, just border lines.

I looked in the mirror and saw the tattoo outline, it was going to be a lace up corset that hangs from the neck and buckles to the suspender belt. It looked good but I still wasn't sure about having my lovely breasts tattooed.

The following day Sally started tattooing the front of the neck strap first and then the sides, it was agony. My neck was very sensitive and it sound odd bit I couldn't tell exactly where the tattoo needle was, it seemed such a large pain. I asked her if she had a pill to let me sleep and she said no way, she wanted me to be conscious the whole time. Next came the drop from the neck to the rear of the corset, it went quickly and soon she was colouring in the underside of my breasts, at first this didn't hurt much because I had lost a lot of sensation due to the stretching of the skin, but soon sure enough the sensation came and then the pain. My right underside breast was coloured first and then instead of working across she simple tattooed the underside of my left breast. Once again the colour was black, solid unyielding black.

The next thing was to join tattoo of the two breasts, my solar plexus was agony and I nearly passed out and then we were done. The next session wasn't for a week, Sally started at the area that joined with the suspender belt and worked up and around. Each week she would pick an area that had not been tattooed and was scab less. Over the weeks I saw the corset develop and soon there was only the joining of the tattoo less areas left. It had taken close to three months to colour me in, but it was worth it. My neck had what looked like a leather belt around it with a punched out pattern that reached all the way down the sides to the back. My back looked as though it had been tightened up with black leather straps pulling the corset forever tight. The base of the corset stretched down to the suspender belt and permanently pulled then upwards. And finally the breasts, my nipples were clear of the tattooing and stood pert they were held up with what looked like black leather under cups, they looked beautifully erotic. Now the tattoo was complete I did what I had done a thousand times and stripped naked and stood in front of a full length mirror, my tattooed fishnets, my tattooed suspender belt, my tattooed arm length gloves, my tattooed corset and my tattooed makeup, my god did I look good, my dick sprang to life and soon I had emptied my load all over my corset and breasts.

I started looking at the makeup and realised that it had to be done again, and soon the tattooing sessions started again, once more caught on the cam corder. My lips were lined with an exaggerated lip line and coloured on with a bright red. My eyeliner was again done in bright blue on the wetline and jet black full circle eyeliner with exaggerated ticks that exaggerated the eye lift that I had. The eye shadow was re coloured the same bright colours and the cheeks were touched up. It took a little longer this time for the tattooed makeup to heal but this time it seemed a richer deeper colour, Sally said that the faded tattoos acted like a base coat and that the new makeup would last many years to come.

Sally and Carol started selling the video of me receiving the tattoo on the internet and once again I received quite a following.

 

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