3 tattoos 1 orgasm

(Pieter's POV)

I head home to see the two of them smiling maliciously. "Be honest sluts what did you do?" Anne immediately folds. "We have made bread with piss as water and vaginal yeast for the yeast. We have also tried it with pancakes and a few other dishes. Do you want to try master?" I figured I would need to taste it. I nod and grab a bite of the pancakes and a sandwich for the road. It tastes surprisingly good. Probably because of the cooking. "Well done, girls, and I pat their heads." Roos chimes in: "Master, on other news, Anne also has LifeQuest and has a Mad Scientist class. This feels mean. Why don't I have a cool class?" I chuckle. "Maybe it reflects your deepest wish when it assigns it to you. Or maybe that is just your fate." I get a glare in response from Roos and a chuckle from Anne.

Trying to console Roos and probing as to what she wants in case her servant class, I ask. "What class would you have liked to have had?" She grumbles in a way I can't hear. "Speak clearly, Roos." She sighs and says, "Beastmaster ranger." I smile and ask: "Isn't that very fantastic, but who knows what will happen. Now, get dressed, we need to leave. Anne, you can come along or continue the food prep."

Anne looks and says: "What are the tattoos Roos will be getting? And would I need to get them to?" I respond by saying: "She is getting a tramp stamp saying 'Pieter's ****' and a tattoo of a heart with Pieter in it on her arm. You don’t need to get a tattoo; the tramp stamp is the result of a bet and a punishment. The second one is also a punishment." Anne looks mildly disappointed. "You can always get one if you want one." Anne looks at me and whispers: "Can I get a matching tramp stamp?" I nod. She rushes and gets dressed quickly.

As we get in my car to drive to the tattoo parlour. "If you two want any other tattoos other than the three we discussed at home?" Roos, shocked, yelled: "Three? I thought I was only getting two?" Anne shyly responds: "I wanted to get a matching tramp stamp." I roll my eyes: "In summary, both of you will get a tramp stamp saying 'Pieter's ****'. Roos will also get a heart with Pieter in it on her arm. Is that all?" Both in tandem. "Yes, sir." We drive for a few more minutes before I have to park. Luckily, it is some distance from the city centre, so there is a parking space outside. "Girls, you ask for the tattoos yourselves, am I clear?" As we get out, both nod.

(Roos' POV)

We walk inside. A woman greets us. She had dark black hair with pink highlights and piercings everywhere. Cool, but not for me. And her weight, ooh, she must weigh at least 100kg. And she still tries to wear a crop top with a denim jacket over it, which is ballsy. Like you would expect with a tattoo artist, sleeve tattoos on both arms, even covering both hands. How far will master go with me?

I reply to the greeting: "Hello, we had an appointment at two to discuss some tattoos." She nods: "Roos Jansen and friends, I assume, then go further. Do you want some coffee or tea whilst we discuss what you want?" I keep leading and say: "Sure, I will have a cup of tea and knowing Anne and Pieter, they want some too." Both of them nod. The woman says: "Sure, I will brew us a pot. Ohh, wait, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Chantal. And from that, just now I know that the guy is Pieter, the shy, more conservative momfriend is Anne, which makes you Roos." I smile and say, "That's totally correct, Chantal." I feel relieved that I have gotten to this point without major blunders or stutters.

The back where we are sitting. It is behind multiple large privacy screens, where no one can tell what is happening here. It has a large dining table and an impromptu desk with multiple chairs around it. A large chair that can be laid flat as a bed. A yogaball, what for I couldn't tell. Small tables on wheels with a small kitchenette with a kettle and a coffee machine. All kept super clean with some art on the walls.

After a short moment, she returns with a pot of jasmine tea. She jokingly says: "Can't have my hands shake during work cause of the cafeïne. Well, what do you three want? A group tattoo or something else that had you all come in at once?"

I find it hard to start, but Anne steps in. "Roos and I want a matching tattoo that covers two-thirds of the width of our lower back that reads 'Pieter's ****' with some decorations around it," I add on. "I would also like a heart on my upper arm", I gesture. She looks at the three of us. "Don't blame me if the three of you have a falling out. But kinky. Do the lower back tattoos have to match in real size or scale, and let's measure the width of the canvas, cause you want a minimum coverage area with text and a picture so I can draw." Master chuckles and says: "Measure them and take pictures, but don't belittle my commitment to these girls. Whatever is easiest, I think." And I kiss them on their lips. Both Roos and Anne blush at my open romance with both of them, and Chantal chuckles. "Good. Look for a nice heart up front, and then that can get done quickly. I will draw the lower back one in the meantime."

I fuss over the heart for long enough that Master says: "How about you let Anne and me pick if you can't decide?" I nod. The two start browsing, picking a few each, and then they whittle it down until they have two left over. A classic heart with a scroll to put a name and a heart around a name, simple outline only. Anne approaches me and asks: "Can you give me a kiss here?" I think it is a request from master. "Roos, it will be this one then." And Master holds up the simple one. I nod.

We head back in. I show the image. "Smart, it is only one colour, low coverage, so no repeat visits needed. Cool. Here is a mock-up for the lower back tat that I made." She hands us each a picture, one labelled R and one labelled A. They cover our entire lower back with the text covering the middle ⅔. Outside isn't the normal filigree but a more scale-like texture, which helps focus on the text. I can't help but get wet thinking about it. It is super sexy. How did she know? The master gives me the answer. "That texture looks good, Chantal." She nods. "Pieter, you suggested it." He responds: "Still, suggestion and execution are different." She chuckles at the compliment. "I might add that to my repertoire." In a short moment, she shows the heart, and we approve the mock-ups. We finish up paperwork before deciding the order in which we do things.

"We can do it today if you want, for one of you, and the other can come back tomorrow. Each lower back tattoo will take 3 to 6 hours. The heart is one hour at most." Chantal tells us. Master won't let me cum if I haven't completed this punishment. I have to. Pieter says: "Today, Roos will get it. Tomorrow we have different appointments." His phone rings. "One moment." Chantal asks, "Shall we get started then, Roos?" I nod and sit down. In the meantime, Master remains on the phone, calming someone down. Each stroke was painful, but to me pleasurable at the same time. But this isn't even enough to me close. But with the small talk, this goes by quickly.

As she finishes up the heart in 45 minutes, Master returns. And is sending a text. "Okay, tomorrow's appointment has been cancelled. Bart's grandmother had a heart attack, and he is worried she might die. So no D&D tomorrow. Anne, you will get it tomorrow." Chantal smiles and nods. He walks up to me and kisses me and whispers: "Looks great on you. I can tell how horny you are if you can cum from the sensation of getting the tattoo you are allowed to." My eyes widen at the idea.

I go lie down flat. Face in my arms. She lowers the sweatpants and my panties partially to sterilise the area. I am nervous. What if she sees a wet spot? What if she hears me moan? She starts by applying the template. She asks: "This is going to take a while. Is it okay if I put on some music and don't talk? And can you get us some food in case it runs long?" Pieter blankly responds: "Sounds fine by me. According to the maps, this is only a few minutes from work. Everyone okay with shawarma?" Everyone gives a thumbs up, according to the Master's response, taking Anne with him.

Now it is just us and the punk music in the background. Her first strokes are made on the sides, working inwards, avoiding getting close to my hips and spine as much as she can. This is making me only hornier now that I can cum from this if I can. I look at my phone and find a weird message. "Quest Master has turned off 'Masochism I'." I take a deep breath and focus on the sensation. The pleasurable pain. As I start to focus in. Master wanders in as I hear him say, "Shawarma and sides for four. Nice work so far." I get up, do a bit of a walk, shake out my legs and sit on a stool.

As we have dinner and Chantal says between bites of salad, potato wedges, falafel, and pita filled with shawarma. "It is almost done, just the letters and the work around the bones. By the way, Pieter, are you a professional chef? This tastes better than some restaurants around here." Master looks at her and smiles. "Have you heard of JC Caterers?" She responds, still gorging herself: "Yeah,h they have a building two streets to the left on the right side. That road is my shortcut on my scooter." Master responds: "Day to day, I am the head chef now own part of the business. My business partner does most of the outside clients. But we have a minimum order size, so you can only order if you can reliably meet that." Her eyes widen. "You could supply me with more of the great food if I could ask for enough?" He responds to the point. "Yeah, 30 minimum meals an order. Price depends on the options variation, etc. But minimum order size is also minimum variety." She looks at him with a hunger, and not just his food, I think.

Master and Anne leave to clean the dishes. Chantal suddenly asks: "Do you think he would mind one more?" I baffled respond: "Who, Master? One more what?" I hear her lick her lips. "Yes, your master, Pieter. And one more girl, one more ****. He might be chubby, but he is strong and dominant enough to keep you two twigs down. You are just dumb skanks who he happened to be able to get with." I smile and say: "He might be open to it, but you would probably need to plead with him. And even then no guarantees he might not be interested in a chick who only seems out for her own." She goes slightly too deep near my hips; the pain is the pleasurable pain. Finally, it is here.

Master and Anne return. Chantal reacts in shock. "Why are you back so soon?" Master scoldingly sneers: "Why not? It is less than a minute's drive. I washed all of the cooking dishes before leaving, and now the plates. The machine cleans it in 3 minutes. And even then, I can leave it till Monday to take it out."

She continues still deep, but ohh, it is so pleasurable, so stimulating. The time 'Masochism I' was on must have left an impact. She finishes near my hips right as I edge, and continues with the letters. I calm down slightly. She starts around my spine, each impact stimulating me the right way all the way until my buttcrack. I let out a small moan, and master kisses me on the cheek. "Good girl, you finished the tattoo. Chantal, can I pay you for the work you did today?" She nods, and they head to the front counter.

He comes back, smiles and hands me a pamphlet and says. "Chantal wants a taste of what has got both of you so mad that you want it permanently engraved in you. I asked if it was possible to do it here and now. She smiled and nodded, and took out a box of condoms. I told her that before I did anything, I would check with you guys." Anne nods. I, on the other hand, have apprehension. "Master, she was denigrating us behind your back without your permission. I am against it." He grins evilly."I get it, but that makes me only want to ruin her. I am going to say yes and then punish her, okay? You two just get naked, sit, get cucked, and watch her get punished. No playing with each other, no cumming am I clear?" Both of us: "Yes, sir."

He guides her into the room. "Okay, you agreed that you would let me set a few rules before we started, right?" Chantal nods: "Yes, sir." He starts listing them. "Rule number 1: you follow all my orders. Rule number 2: You can only cum when you are given permission. Rule 3: You are no better than the other two slaves sitting on those stools. Am I clear!" She trembles as she shouts, "Yes, Master!" He leans in. "Then why are you dressed?" She panics, scrambling to take her clothes off as soon as she can. Her entire arms are covered in tattoos, not a single spec of her white skin left. Her fat wobbles,s bounces, and moves hypnotically as she scrambles to put it away.

Master laughs sadistically at her panic. "Be back in... 3... 2... 1... now." She sits in front of him best she can. He looks at him with a disdainful look I have never seen him have as he sits down. "Lick my shoe." She responds by immediately licking his shoes. "Good slut. Now present that pussy of yours." She stands with wide legs, but unlike Anne, who also squatted and tilted her hips, this is a poor imitation. He stands up, grabs her by the hips, and says: "I will guide you this one time. Remember it properly or get punished, you incompetent pig." She starts to drip as he moves her hips and forces her down to her knees into a squat. "Master, I can't hold this." She complains. He rolls his eyes and removes his clothes. "If you can't hold it till I tell you to stop, you are not worth getting fucked pig." She keeps struggling as he is taking his time. He then sticks his fingers covered in a condom into her pussy. And starts fingering her.

But he hadn't been good and well, and her knees gave out. She starts to beg him for a second chance. Have I ever been such a whimp before, master? "Would you mind if I place a tramp stamp on your back? A permanent reminder of how horny you are right now!" She nods and lies down. Master grabs all the things she used to put the tattoos on me. He writes with the erasable marker 'Pieter's fuck pig'. And he takes his damm time but keeps playing with her pussy with a remote-controlled vibrator she had. Unlike us, who used only one colour, he puts a red and blue outline around it. To finish it off, draw a pig above it. He throws away the gloves and cleans the needle before continuing.

"Double-check my cleaning after this. And pussy up in a way I can fuck you." She nods and complies. Master puts on a condom; he never did that with us. He starts fucking her, but soon lowers the bed to get a better angle to tease the pig as he so eloquently calls her. "No cumming pig, not until I allow you." He keeps her on edge the entire time he is fucking her, and we join her, but unlike with us, where he eventually lets us cum he says. "This is it for today, and no looking. See you tomorrow at 2 for Anne, and we will finish this afterwards." She, gasping for air, asks: "Why?" He replies: "Slut simply being a pussy to fuck ain't enough to earn an orgasm." I think that is worse than anything he ever made us do. But we head home, all of us not allowed to cum until we do.