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pads of his fingers. She felt some of her wetness ooze from her pussy, pooling under her on the table.
Oh fuck, I’m dripping all over the goddamned table. I don’t care. God I can’t take this. Shit … I’m going to come … I’m ... I’m ... going to come SO hard.
Suddenly it all stopped. She gasped behind the gag, making low moaning sounds in desperate frustration. She rolled her hips, tried to squeeze her pelvic muscles, anything she could do – trying to will herself into coming … without his touch. After a few seconds she let her body fall, defeated, to the leather surface. No orgasm now. No orgasm until HE gave it to her, until he allowed it.
His voice was close again, so close she felt his warm breath on her cheek.
“No, not just yet, slutty girl. I have more work to do on you.”
She heard him at the side table, moving things around, then the high buzzing began again.
“Now you hold very still, Janna. I’m going to freehand this. You’re definitely going to feel it here.”
She felt his hand on her pussy, cupping the mound.
Oh FUCK. He’s going to tattoo it now? NOW?? When I need to come so badly? And I can’t see what he’s doing? I can’t speak?
She heard the buzzing noise come closer and felt the cord of the gun sliding over her thigh. Closer. It sounded like it was inches from her pussy. Mark’s gloved hand suddenly slapped at her thighs, stinging. SMACK. She yelped from behind the gag.
“Wider. Open your legs as far as you can, slut.”
She felt him push and stretch the skin at the topmost right edge of her slit, holding it in place firmly. She jerked a little, involuntarily, as she felt the tattoo needle come down on her tender flesh.
“Hold still!” he growled. “You REALLY don’t want to be moving right now with me working in this area, freehand, especially.”
The pain hit her all at once, the strangest pain she’d ever felt: a moment ago she’d been close to orgasm and now the vibration of the needle there made her pussy scream. This was a pain like no other she’d ever experienced.
“You probably can’t decide if you’re going to come or cry right now, I would imagine, Janna.” His voice sounded distant. It felt like she was in a tunnel somewhere, or watching the scene from up above, like those out-of-body experiences she’d read about. The blackness under the blindfold, the gag, all of it was so intense, the nerve endings in her skin, the contractions and surges within her that weren’t an orgasm but … something else entirely … were all she could focus on.
Pain. It was pain, yes. But also … pleasure. She moaned loudly and felt thick new streams of saliva running from the corners of her mouth. She knew they had to be pooling on the leather below and the embarrassment of it would have normally made her blush, but now, with everything else going on, she found herself not caring. She had bigger concerns at the moment.
“This is really going to be awesome, girl,” he murmured, “These lines show up so well on your white skin .” He worked silently, quickly.
After just a few minutes, she felt the needle stop its assault on her flesh, and then heard him move toward her head. A hand grabbed her head, lifting it, and he unclasped the gag and removed it. Her jaw relaxed and she savored the feeling of openness again. As the blindfold came off, she blinked, trying to adjust to the returning glare.
“Oh my god ,” she yelped. “That fucking hurts like–”
“It’s all done. Here. Lift up a little and take a look. Came out really nice, I think. Might have to take a picture for the portfolio over on the counter.” She had no idea if he was serious or not, but she suspected he was. The thought of strange men (and women) coming in and flipping through the book looking at his work and seeing her tattooed pussy was mortifyingly hot.
He stood next to her and angled a small hand mirror so she could see her cunt, raw-looking, smeared with black ink remnants
Oh fuck, I’m dripping all over the goddamned table. I don’t care. God I can’t take this. Shit … I’m going to come … I’m ... I’m ... going to come SO hard.
Suddenly it all stopped. She gasped behind the gag, making low moaning sounds in desperate frustration. She rolled her hips, tried to squeeze her pelvic muscles, anything she could do – trying to will herself into coming … without his touch. After a few seconds she let her body fall, defeated, to the leather surface. No orgasm now. No orgasm until HE gave it to her, until he allowed it.
His voice was close again, so close she felt his warm breath on her cheek.
“No, not just yet, slutty girl. I have more work to do on you.”
She heard him at the side table, moving things around, then the high buzzing began again.
“Now you hold very still, Janna. I’m going to freehand this. You’re definitely going to feel it here.”
She felt his hand on her pussy, cupping the mound.
Oh FUCK. He’s going to tattoo it now? NOW?? When I need to come so badly? And I can’t see what he’s doing? I can’t speak?
She heard the buzzing noise come closer and felt the cord of the gun sliding over her thigh. Closer. It sounded like it was inches from her pussy. Mark’s gloved hand suddenly slapped at her thighs, stinging. SMACK. She yelped from behind the gag.
“Wider. Open your legs as far as you can, slut.”
She felt him push and stretch the skin at the topmost right edge of her slit, holding it in place firmly. She jerked a little, involuntarily, as she felt the tattoo needle come down on her tender flesh.
“Hold still!” he growled. “You REALLY don’t want to be moving right now with me working in this area, freehand, especially.”
The pain hit her all at once, the strangest pain she’d ever felt: a moment ago she’d been close to orgasm and now the vibration of the needle there made her pussy scream. This was a pain like no other she’d ever experienced.
“You probably can’t decide if you’re going to come or cry right now, I would imagine, Janna.” His voice sounded distant. It felt like she was in a tunnel somewhere, or watching the scene from up above, like those out-of-body experiences she’d read about. The blackness under the blindfold, the gag, all of it was so intense, the nerve endings in her skin, the contractions and surges within her that weren’t an orgasm but … something else entirely … were all she could focus on.
Pain. It was pain, yes. But also … pleasure. She moaned loudly and felt thick new streams of saliva running from the corners of her mouth. She knew they had to be pooling on the leather below and the embarrassment of it would have normally made her blush, but now, with everything else going on, she found herself not caring. She had bigger concerns at the moment.
“This is really going to be awesome, girl,” he murmured, “These lines show up so well on your white skin .” He worked silently, quickly.
After just a few minutes, she felt the needle stop its assault on her flesh, and then heard him move toward her head. A hand grabbed her head, lifting it, and he unclasped the gag and removed it. Her jaw relaxed and she savored the feeling of openness again. As the blindfold came off, she blinked, trying to adjust to the returning glare.
“Oh my god ,” she yelped. “That fucking hurts like–”
“It’s all done. Here. Lift up a little and take a look. Came out really nice, I think. Might have to take a picture for the portfolio over on the counter.” She had no idea if he was serious or not, but she suspected he was. The thought of strange men (and women) coming in and flipping through the book looking at his work and seeing her tattooed pussy was mortifyingly hot.
He stood next to her and angled a small hand mirror so she could see her cunt, raw-looking, smeared with black ink remnants
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