When Dave Met Sally

by Dave

 

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 permanent makeup, 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.

 

(cont'd)

 

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