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Mary’s story Part 19In the chair was Betty, stripped to the waist, with a towel placed over her lap. Paul was tattooing her left breast. It looked as though he had only just started on the outline. Mary could see that the design would be flowers and leaves. Betty said. “I have always wanted a tattoo, so when I saw you getting one last week, I thought that I would take the plunge. I live on my own, so I don’t have to worry about what anybody thinks, and I will be having my pussy tattooed as well, as soon as my piercings heal. They are still very sore, and I have to keep them exposed to the air as much as possible.” She opened her legs and lifted the towel, and the women could see that she was not wearing anything under it. They could see the line of small gold rings down each side of her outer labia. The holes still looked inflamed. Mary caught sight of herself in the mirror then, and thought about her husband. Could she get away with it? She had tried some of her biggest pants on, but they did not conceal the entire tattoo, the wings were still visible at the sides. Sue was luckier, her pants would cover her tattoo at the front, and it was only visible at the back if she wore a thong and bent right over. Mary realised that she would have to go shopping soon, to get some old lady pants to keep her covered as much as possible.And now she was to be pierced as well. Although she really wanted to be pierced with huge rings like Wendy, she realised that she could not hide those in the dark if her husband felt her in the bed. Then she imagined what it would be like to feel the weight swinging and tugging at her labia as she moved and she felt herself starting to come. Oh well, too late to worry now, she thought, maybe her master would not make her wear them all the time once the holes were healed.She looked round to see Ann getting undressed. Her clitoris was still enlarged and looked very sore around the piercings, and the two piercings moved as Ann walked over to Paul. “Please will you tattoo my clitoris?” Mary was shocked. That was the first time that she had heard Ann speak. “My mistress will tell you what colour she wants you canlı bahis siteleri to do it.”Sarah joined them and said to Paul, “It is to be done all in black, so it sets the rings off. You can see that the piercings have made her very submissive, and I want to keep the pain levels up.”Betty said that she could do with a break; she needed to go to the toilet. She got up, and Paul started to set up to do the tattoo on Ann. When he had cleaned everything off, Ann took her place in the chair. Paul gave her some gloves to put on, so that she could hold the skin of the hood back for him. Mary already knew what it would feel like, and how painful it would be for Ann. She felt really pleased with herself that she had been able to cope. She realised now that she had enjoyed the pain, and in a way she was sorry that it was over for her. She told Paul that she wished that she was being done again. Paul told her that she might have to have it done again several times, as the skin in that area did not always hold the ink. Mary was pleased at this, and squeezed her legs together. Paul was working on Ann now, and Sarah was watching closely. Ann pulled back the skin of her clitoris hood, as he started to tattoo the end of her clitoris. Ann’s clitoris was quite large, and Sarah instructed Paul to cover it all. Ann did not utter a sound, but her clitoris was jumping around, and Mary could see the clitoris ring and the large ball on her Isabella piercing moving in and out between her labia. Paul put the ink in around the new holes. He went over the tip several times before he was satisfied that it was all coloured. Tears were rolling down Ann’s cheeks, and she was breathing very heavily, but still no sound. Then it was finished, and Ann let go of her hood. The ring in her clitoris held the skin back, and exposed the black tip.Ann stood up, but she wobbled on her legs. She walked over to Sarah. “Have I been good?” “You did well, slave.”Betty came back from the toilet, and gasped as she saw Ann standing there. “Oh, that looks so sexy!” she said. Ann was crying now, and Mary went to comfort her. “I know how much that hurt. You bahis firmaları were very brave.” she said.“You may speak,” said Sarah. “Tell Mary what would have happened to you if you had refused.” “I would have had it branded instead,” said Ann. Just then, the front door opened, and someone entered. Mary looked round, forgetting she was naked, and was shocked to see a very well dressed middle aged man standing there. He did not seem to be the type that you would expect to see in a tattoo shop, but she realised that he did not seem to be surprised to see the four naked women standing there. He looked as though he found it all quite normal.“Ah, with a tattoo like that, you must be Mary.” He had a Middle Eastern accent, she thought, possibly Egyptian. “You are the one who is responsible for my nurse here getting herself pierced last week, and also it seems getting tattooed this morning. Oh well, I suppose the antibiotics I have prescribed for her piercings will heal her tattoo as well.”“I’d better introduce myself. I am Mr Faisal and I am a cosmetic surgeon. I run the private clinic round the corner, and Betty here is one of my nurses. You have an appointment with me as soon as Betty is finished here. You are booked in for nipple and labia piercings. Do you have any questions?” “Yes,” said Mary, “only one – how big will they be?” “As large as your anatomy can cope with. Come here and let me see your labia.” Mary did as she was told and he roughly pulled her lips apart. It was quite painful as the tattoo was not fully healed yet. “Yes, you can take quite large rings, probably 12 mm, but you may not cope with the weight, so the holes will need to be lined otherwise they may tear. We will fit 15 mm liners, I think. Your nipples are quite thick, so they will be pierced to 8 mm. Is that what you want to know?” “Whatever my Master desires,” said Mary. “Exactly so,” said Mr Faisal. “Sign this consent form. You do not need to read it closely, you will find out what it says this afternoon.” Mary quickly signed the form. She was very excited. At last she was getting her rings, she thought, and she could not wait for Paul to finish kaçak iddaa Betty’s tattoo so that she could take her to the clinic.Betty sat back in the chair, and Paul started back to work on her breast. Betty lifted her breast so that Paul could work on the skin underneath. The outline was covering the entire breast now, and went up over the shoulder and all around the nipple. Paul started to colour the flowers and leaves in. Mary saw that Betty’s nipple formed the centre of one of the flowers. Paul shaded the colours so that the nipple disappeared into the colour of the flower, only the bump showed where it had been. It was very pretty, she thought. Mary heard Wendy talking to Sue. “After lunch, while Mary is with Mr Faisal, you will come with me to the hairdresser, and then we will both go and collect Mary ready for Bob to pick you both up.”Paul finished and Betty stood up and walked over to the mirror. Mary followed her, and stood beside her. She could see Betty’s tattoo and rings, they looked amazing. She looked at her own tattoo. It was healing well, and the swelling had gone down. Her brown inner labia hung down between her legs. Soon the butterfly would be carrying her slave rings! Her red nipples stood out very clearly, and from what Mr Faisal had told her, they would soon be pierced too.Paul covered Betty’s tattoo with Clingfilm, and she quickly dressed in what looked like a nurse’s uniform, only it was very short, and cut low at the front. It left most of her tattoo exposed. She did not seem to have any knickers to put on, just a pair of high heeled shoes. “Right, that’s me done;” she said, “now I’ve got to go to work.” “Come on you,” she said to Mary. “Get dressed. Its time I got my own back for last week!” Whilst Betty was paying for her tattoo, Mary found her shoes and pulled her dress on. She followed Betty out of the shop.“Should I have something to eat?” she asked Betty. “Better not, you will be having an anaesthetic.” “Follow me,” and they went out into the street. It was a warm day, and Mary noticed that a lot of younger women did not seem to be wearing very much. Betty walked in front, and Mary followed behind. She could see the men eyeing up Betty, and staring at her tattoo. Mary thought that it looked as though they hardly seemed to notice her in her short dress and high heels; or was it because Mary was getting used to going out dressed like this?

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