Betty’s breast was complete now; the tattoo rose over her shoulder and down across her back, wrapping round her hip and running onto her thigh. “I saw Paul last night to get a bit more done. He was going crazy with only doing butterflies, so it was a break for him. I start the other breast next week.” She said. “You’re lucky; we have no idea what we will be doing next week or what will happen to us.” “You are not on the operating list, if that helps. Oh, that reminds me, we have something for Mitsumi.” Fatima reached into her nurse’s bag and produced a little jar with something floating in a… 続きを読む

“Perhaps he will be upset because his wife let him down in front of the other women by not being tattooed enough? Perhaps he wants to go to the Butterfly Club and will be annoyed because you will have to lie on the floor every time you go because your tattoo is not on show when you are standing up?” “But I can’t; and I hate to think what the WI President will say when she finds out about all this. We will all be thrown out.” Sue said, “Would that be a woman about 65 with black hair, called Hillary?” “Oh God, was she there? I was sure that she wasn’t invited.” “Didn’t you hear everyone shouti… 続きを読む

Without saying a word Mitsumi turned her back, reached up to the neck of her dressing gown and slowly pulled the zip all the way down to the floor. Straightening, she let the gown fall off her shoulders. Mary was really not prepared for what she saw. Mitsumi was totally tattooed from her neck down to her wrists and ankles. Shocked, Mary could not speak immediately. Mitsumi turned to her, and said, “Well, don’t you have anything to say?” As she turned, Mary could see that the tattoo covered every part of Mitsumi’s tiny body; there was no skin left unmarked. She reached out to touch Mitsumi’s br… 続きを読む

Mary did not sleep well, as the pain in her labia and nipples meant that she kept waking up every time that she turned over. The last time she woke it was nearly eight o’clock, and the room was getting light. Sue was still sleeping like a baby; no doubt she had been working hard at Paul’s shop. Her wig had slipped in the night, and Mary reached out and touched her head. It was very smooth. Just like her pussy now, Mary thought, and laughed out loud. Very carefully, Mary got up, trying not to pull on the dressings on her pussy. She needed to pee, and went to the bathroom. She loosened the dre… 続きを読む

Mary slid to the side of the bed and tried to get up. There was tremendous pain in her nipples and pussy, which brought back the memory of what she had had done to herself. She stood up and Mitsumi placed her dressing gown round her shoulders. Becoming more alert now, Mary looked at Mitsumi. She was no longer wearing her kimono, and had changed into a long black dress. She twirled round. “Do you like my dress? Bob bought it for me.” Mary thought that it looked very sexy, and was more than a little bit jealous. What was Bob doing buying clothes for this other woman? Moving slowly, Mary moved d… 続きを読む

Mary had to show Bob and Linda her new piercings. Linda was impressed, “They are magnificent;” she said, “they look so much better in real life. We watched you on the Internet.” Mary saw that there was a laptop computer on the desk, and she could see herself on Mr Faisal’s operating table. Who else had seen it she wondered? She walked over to the laptop, and saw that it was set up like a video player, so she pressed play. Part of her was horrified as she watched, but part of her was almost proud of what she was watching. She winced when she saw her inner lips being trimmed back, but realised… 続きを読む

Betty came in then. She was wearing a skirt now, and was stripped to the waist showing her new tattoo. Fatima did not seem to notice, and Mary told Betty to cover herself up. “Oh, we don’t have any secrets here. It’s a wonder that Fatima is covered up; Mr Faisal usually has her stripped when he operates. He says it relaxes him.” With that Betty leant forward and undid the straps of Fatima’s uniform. It dropped to the ground, leaving her naked. Mary’s eyes were drawn to Fatima’s slim body. Nowadays, she almost expected that she would not have any pubic hair, but amazingly, Fatima did not ha… 続きを読む

They soon arrived at the clinic, and Betty took Mary into the consulting room and told her to get undressed. She measured and weighed Mary and took her temperature and blood pressure. Mary looked around. There was a big desk in one corner, and a leather couch covered in paper. Mr Faisal came in. “On the couch, please.” Mary did as she was told. She noticed a video camera over the couch, and she saw a close-up of herself on a large TV screen on the wall. Almost instinctively, she opened her legs. She stared hard at her magnified pussy tattoo, with her dark brown inner lips hanging down. She re… 続きを読む

In 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 possibl… 続きを読む

Tuesday morning came round again and both Mary and Sue were up early. They had been sleeping together since last Tuesday night, at first for support, and then as the pain and the swelling subsided, taking delight in a close inspection of one another’s tattoos, as they healed. They both healed fast, although the sheets had some ink on them the first night. It was difficult not to scratch, and they both had thin scabs, which itched all the time. Bob was due at nine o’clock, and they got dressed, and did their makeup. Mary did not have much to do, of course. Her face looked much more natural now… 続きを読む

Sue was positioned face down in front of Paul. The legs of the frame separated her legs. Mary watched fascinated as Paul started on Sue’s next tattoo. It was low down, right between the buttocks and just above her anus. Mary knew from her own tattoo how much pain her friend was in, but there was no sound from her, just the relentless buzz of the tattoo machine. The gag was working well, and Mary could see her friend tensing against the straps, but she could not move. Suddenly, as more and more lines were drawn, Mary realised what the tattoo was. It was an exact copy of a woman’s pussy only sm… 続きを読む

With that, Ann came forward and knelt between Sarah’s legs. She stuck out her tongue and started to lick at the end of Sarah’s clit. As she did so Mary saw that her tongue had been pierced twice. The balls on the tongue studs rubbed against Sarah and she came almost instantly. She grabbed Ann’s nipple rings and pulled her up. Linda came over. “I’m ready for her now, Sarah.” Sarah pushed Ann over to the bench. Linda inspected Ann’s pussy closely. “Is it pain you want, or a long healing time?” “Both, preferably, she’s a randy little bitch, so anything that will stop her playing with herself.”… 続きを読む

Come over here and see your scorecard, said Linda. I awarded ten for that last one, so you can help me get her finished. Betty was crying. Mary counted ten rings each side and that meant another five to put in each. Had she really come thirty times this afternoon? That was probably more than in her whole life. Linda quickly made four evenly spaced marks on each side and put some clamps on. She handed some gloves and a needle to Mary. You can do the honours,” she said, “just push firmly, it will go through.” Getting the needle into Betty’s labia was easy enough, as it was very sharp, but it was… 続きを読む

There was the sound of a mobile phone ringing. It was hers. Paul stopped, and Wendy brought her bag to her. Mary tried to answer it, but she was shaking. She should have switched it off, she thought. “Hello, how are you getting on?” It was her husband’s voice. Mary had almost forgotten him. For one awful moment she thought he knew about her tattoo, and only just stopped herself from telling him how much it was hurting her. “I’m fine, I’ve just got Sue and a few of the girls round.” “Is everything OK, you sound strange, a bit breathless? What have you been doing?” “I had to run to the phone,… 続きを読む

Paul started again. Mary tried to focus on looking at Sue’s tattoo and not to squirm too much. She did not want to be the one to get an extra tattoo. After all, she was already having more work done on her today than the other three put together, and her nipples had already been done last week. She tried to think about what the loser’s tattoo would be, and where would Wendy have it placed. She was sure that it would not be a nice tattoo, judging by what Wendy had said. She had felt very guilty for putting her friend through the ordeal, but she reasoned that Sue must have signed Bob’s consent f… 続きを読む

The transfer was applied and Mary stood up and looked in the wall mirror. It was almost 12 inches from side to side, and went right between her legs and through onto her buttocks. It was well outside the hairline at the front, so even her biggest pants would not fully cover it. She had gone too far to care now though, and she sat down again and told Paul to get on with it. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire, and she really wanted it done. Sue shouted, “No. Stop. You can’t let them do that to you, Mary.” “You can talk,” said Mary, “standing there with your cunt all prettily tattooed. I… 続きを読む

“Finished,” said Paul, and Wendy loosened the gag and the straps. Sue was really crying now, and could not stand up properly. Mary went to help her. “Dry your eyes. You look beautiful,” she said, “and at least you are finished now. I’ve still got to get mine done.” “Stand up and show yourself slut.” said Wendy. She led Sue over to stand in front of the audience. “Thank the ladies and gentlemen for watching.” “Thank you.” sobbed Sue. Wendy removed the blindfold and Sue looked down to see her tattoo for the first time. At first glance, it did not seem to her to be any bigger than the one that… 続きを読む

Quickly taking off her dress, and helping Sue with hers, Mary turned to see that Wendy and Linda were also naked. Again their tattoos caught her eyes immediately. She noticed that all other eyes in the room were focussed on them as well. But now Wendy was talking. “Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming. I assume that Linda and Bob have told you why you are here. My name is Wendy, and I am your Mistress of Ceremonies. This afternoon, these two sluts will become tattooed slaves just like me, and you are all welcome to watch. In case you are concerned, both of these slu… 続きを読む

“I’ll take the sluts, and bring something back for us all. It will be nice to get some air to my butterfly.” said Wendy, putting her dress back on. She reached into her bag, and pulled out two more dresses. She gave one to Mary and one to Sue. They were both very short, but Sue’s was definitely much shorter. As she stood there, her labia were on show, just peeking out below the hem of the dress. As she moved, the dress rode up slightly, leaving her pussy fully exposed. Mary asked if she could swap, because she was shorter than Sue, and her dress would cover Sue better. Wendy said, “No, you can… 続きを読む

Paul started to clean his work area and change all the equipment. Wendy called Mary and Sue over and told them to strip naked. “I don’t want you both running out whilst I am getting my tattoo, so you can both stand where I can see you.” With that she produced a pair of handcuffs from her handbag and fastened Mary and Sue together. Mary looked at Sue. “Looks like we are both in this together.” she said “Are you OK?” “Yes,” said Sue, “I’m just not prepared for this. Bob told me that you might need some help to get through today, but I did not realise that it was going to happen to me as well.”… 続きを読む