1. Tattoo (incomplete story)


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    way places in the phone book, as she was still not sure if she wanted to go through with it. She just wanted to spot them out. The area of East End she was driving in was not the best, and she felt a little bit creepy. The characters she saw made her shiver. They all looked like bikers, ex cons or whacked out war vets, the latter living their dreams on the colors in their arms. Kelli drove slowly past St. John's Tattoo Parlor. The name of the place always amused her. Must be the name of the owner, she thought, as she slowed to look at the artwork in the window. The pale pink rose that she wanted tattooed on her ass, always caught her eye as she drove by. This would be the place she decided. If she went ahead with the tattoo. If the nightmares would stop. The connection was still too strong. The subconscious desire to be tattooed, merged with a deeper subconscious desire to be branded. To be someone's property. To be a submissive tattooed and branded slut. She turned the car and drove away. The nightmare continued in the next night. The leather mask was suffocating her as she struggled in vain against the ropes holding her arms to her side. The branding iron seared her buttocks again as she screamed until she was hoarse. She slumped against her bonds, only to be awakened by a pail of cold water splashed on her naked torso. The cold against the searing heat caused her to jerk in agony. &#034Now, my dear, the petals have a deep red to them. I had to mark them twice,&#034 ...
    the woman's voice came from somewhere outside the discipline helmet. She couldn't see who was tormenting her flesh so badly. But the voice sounded familiar. Her mouth had been filled with a wadded pad so that her agonizing screams would be muffled. She had been screaming so horribly from each touch of the white hot poker, that her cries were now raspy and hoarse. She didn't need to be gagged any longer. She would not have been heard if she wanted. &#034You do like my tattoo, don't you darling?&#034 The voice continued. In her agonized state, Kelli couldn't quite make it out. She only knew that she had done a terrible wrong to someone, and now they were making her pay. Ssssssssss... She could hear the bellows heating up again as her body broke out in a fresh wave of perspiration. She jerked and trembled. Her knees went weak. She could feel the overpowering smell of burnt flesh in the room. She wanted to cry out that she wanted a tattoo, but not this kind. She couldn't utter a sound. She wanted to be branded. Or did she? Her thoughts became more confused as she felt a soft hand caress her upper thighs. &#034Ah, a perfect spot for the stem. Maybe a few small marks for the thorns. We can't have a rose tattoo without a few thorns now, can we Kelli?&#034 The woman's voice rose in the hot room. Kelli started to cry. Her tears turned to a torrent as she felt the heat of the poker approach the tender backsides of her upper thighs. She tried to move away from the heat. But couldn't. ...
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