Master got up to shower and told me to do the same. I crawled back to my room. I did #2 in the toilet, took my enema, showered, released my enema, touched up my make up that still looked remarkably fresh. I lubed and worked the plug into my ass, put on my heels and crawled downstairs. Master was waiting, I followed him to the maid’s closet where he picked out one of the new dresses for me. It was a red wrap dress, mid thigh, with a wrap style that left a deep vee down past my nipples and showing a lot of cleavage. I took off my cuffs, but proudly wore my collar.
We went to the same restaurant as Friday night. Again, the matre de’ new Master by name and found us a booth almost immediately, I’m sure ahead of several people on a waiting list. Once seated I asked Master about the deference paid him here. I laughed and said, “Sometimes it is good to be part owner. This is one of my better investments.”
Master ordered eggs benedict for me and biscuits and gravy with a side of sausage. We both had bottomless mimosas. Master had one, I had three because I had already decided the answer to tattoo and piercing was a definite yes and needed some liquid courage.
I was surprised when the food came out. Master’s biscuits and gravy looked very good. It was an appropriate darker color gravy with bits of sausage visibly incorporated. Not the usual white milk gravy I normally find in Minnesota.
I commented on its appearance. Master laughed and said, “My restaurant, I taught them how to do it right, grandmother’s recipe.”
The food was delicious. I realized why I always sat on Master’s left side in restaurants. His left hand never left my upper thigh as Sir ate. After we both finished our brunch and were having a cup of coffee Master asked, “it is your decision, do you want to be marked and pierced today?”
Without hesitation I replied, “Yes, Sir, please mark me as yours, I need to wear clear markings that I am owned by you. They will show your commitment as much as they will demonstrate mine.”
Master smiled and excused himself. I watched as he stepped into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later and slid in beside me.
He smiled, “Always good to congratulate the staff when you get a chance. I checked and my friend will be ready for us by the time we get there.” With that Sir took a handful of hair and pulled me into a kiss while his other hand slid up inside the wrap of my dress to my now chronically wet cunt.
The parlor was in a relatively new building. As we entered an older gentleman came up and gave Master a hug. He turned to me and said, “So, you are my victim this morning.”
I smiled in reply. He continued, “Don’t worry most of my clients live full useful lives after experiencing me.”
I signed several consent and informed consent forms before he led us back to a chair in the back. I sat down while the artist and Master went over a drawing. Master asked a couple questions and then nodded his approval.
The artist came back to me and pointed to a door, that is the changing room, put on one of the hospital gowns you find there, except leave the opening in the front. The room was small, room for a chair and a hanging rack. I hung up my dress and put on the gown. I held it closed as I walked back to the chair. I sat down and he laid the back down until I was almost horizontal. One towel over the gown kept my tits covered, and a second one covered my cunt but left the area just above it open.
The artist rubbed a treated cloth over the area and retrieved the pattern from the machine. He aligned it carefully then rubbed it transferring the pattern to my skin. The pattern was removed leaving the image on my skin.
The artist asked if I was ready, I said, “Yes.”
Master took my hand and leaned over and kissed me. The artist made some adjustments to his equipment and a buzzing started. It took a little while for the pain to start registering, but damn it hurt. I squeezed Master’s hand, and he squeezed mine back. The artist stopped to make an adjustment and told me to do Lamaze breathing. Deep breaths in through your nose, blow out slowly through your mouth. I’m not sure if the breathing helped or the fact that I was concentrating on my breathing, not the pain, but it became more bearable.
The buzzing stopped and the artist stood up and stretched. He wiped the blood and everything else off the tattoo and handed me a mirror. It took a few seconds to read it up side down, but I finally realized that The words “Owned Submissive” formed a circle around Master’s initials. The artist then smeared Vaseline over the tattoo, covered it with gauze and wrapped a layer of plastic around me.
The artist asked if I was OK, I replied “yes” and I was told to stay there and relax. The artist and Master walked over to a counter and I kind of zoned out. The tattoo hurt, but the breathing did help.
The artist came back and asked me a couple of questions, just to make sure I was coherent. Apparently, I answered the questions correctly, fortunately the office had enough football nuts for me to know who the “Golden Gophers” were.
The artist and Master helped me out of the chair, and we walked back to a small room. It had a counter with a sink and a padded table. They helped me onto the table on my back.
The artist said, “I don’t normally recommend tattoo and piercings on the same visit, but I understand your situation. It is very important that you follow my instructions and keep everything clean and sanitary.”
I said, “I understand and will take care of them.”
I didn’t watch, but after being wiped with a sanitizing swab, a needle was stuck through each nipple and rings installed. I do know that it hurt much worse than the tattoo needle. He told me that the next one would not hurt nearly as bad, and frankly I felt him pull on the hood and swab it, but never felt the needle. I was surprised when he said, “All done.”
Master helped me off the table and stood me in front of a full length mirror. Each nipple had about a one inch ring through it with a little black ball. The piercing through the hood was a similar ring and black ball but had another little black ball suspended from it. I quickly learned that every time I moved that second black ball moved and struck my clit, keeping me perpetually wet.
The artist spent a lot of time going over cleaning and care procedures for both the tattoo and the piercings. I asked about wearing a bra to work on Monday. He suggested using large band aids over the nipples because they may seep and bleed for a few days.
I got dressed and Master helped me gingerly walk back to the car. Once in the car Master asked, “Are you good for one more non-painful stop.”
I honestly replied, “As long as I don’t have to lay on my stomach or walk too far.”
Master drove to a strip mall and parked in front of a jewelry store. He came around and helped me out of the car and held my elbow to steady me as we walked into the store.
We walked over to a jewelry case and as Master was looking at gold chains a lady came out of the back and welcomed Master by name. Once Master made his selection, the lady took a box out from under the counter and led us into an office in the back. Master removed my collar, and the lady wrapped a tape measure around my neck and tightened it until Master nodded.
The lady took the box and the measurements and left. Master finally explained that I was being fitted for my daily collar. He said that I would almost always wear my leather collar but sometimes, such as work, it wasn’t appropriate.
A few minutes later the lady and a man with a leather apron rejoined us. The gold chain was draped around my neck, and the length adjusted until Master indicated his approval. The man used a tool on the chain then put something between my neck and the chain to protect me and used a battery operated soldering gun to seal the chain closed.
The lady held up a mirror so I could see the beautiful chain around my neck. Master said, “And that isn’t all.”
The lady turned the chain until a small medallion hanging from the chain was centered under my chin. I quickly realized the small gold medallion had Master’s initials on it.
I started to cry and hugged Master. In a quavering voice, “Master it is so beautiful, I love being chained to you.”
It took Master a moment to understand what I said then he laughed, “Are you chained to me, or am I chained to you?
The lady looked totally confused, and both Master and I burst out laughing.
Once we were back at Master’s, he marched me straight to my room, stripped me, gave me a Tylenol, and had me lie on the bed and rest. I protested but was soon sound asleep.
I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke up it was still daylight. I crawled downstairs and found Master working in his study. I crawled over to him, and he knelt with me and gently kissed and hugged me.
He said, “I won’t ask if you are sore, because I know that you are. Unless you have something important in the office tomorrow, stay here and tell your office you are taking a sick day due to abdominal pain.
I laughed, which hurt, but told Master, “Unfortunately I do have important meetings in the morning. The piercings ache, but don’t hurt anymore, the tattoo is very sore but bearable. But Sir, before I must go, would you do something to make me feel better?
Master looked and me and replied, “I’ll do anything to make you feel better, what do you need?
I smiled at Master and asked if he had a coin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. I told him to flip it and let it land.
Master flipped it and after it landed took one look and said, “Tails, what was that for.”
I smiled at Master and said, “Tails it is, would Master please fuck my tail.”
It took Master a moment to grasp, then he replied, “Any time, anyplace, and since you are now mine, whether you ask or not.”
Master stood and walked back upstairs to his room as I crawled behind him. Once there he told me to get on the bed on all fours, knees and elbows. I crawled into position as Master took off his clothes and grabbed the tube of lube. Master got on the bed behind me and worked the plug out of my ass, but quickly inserted two fingers to take its place. I had apparently quickly gone from an anal virgin to an anal whore. As soon as his fingers started working in my ass I started to moan, it immediately took my mind of all the pain and discomfort.
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