A memento

Laurie scrambled along on all fours as the collar pulled on her neck. She climbed onto the table following Tim's gesture, lying flat with her belly against the wood. He bound her arms to the legs of the table slowly, without any resistance from Laurie. She no longer worried about what he would do next; she understood now that all she could do was obey and submit.

Seemingly satisfied with the knots tying Laurie down, Tim walked from the room. The mirror was now positioned so she could see her reflection. Her face was red and glossy with sweat. She vacantly stared into the glass. She had almost forgotten how this had all come about. How much more could he inflict on her?

Tim returned, this time carrying an object Laurie did not at first recognise. He went first to the wall, plugging the device's cable into the nearest socket. He walked back towards Laurie, and as the device came closer she saw its pointed end, and an inkling of what he planned dawned on her.

"Wait... hold on..." she murmured.

"Shhhhh"

Tim gripped the hair at the back of her head, and brought the tattoo gun to the top of her spine. Panic suddenly electrified her.

"I want you to remember this forever, Laurie." At that, she felt a sharp pain as the needle dug into her skin. She squealed. "Nooooo! Stop. I'm serious. Stop!" She began tugging at the ropes.

"I've tied you properly Laurie. You promised to submit. Your only choice is whether this is a nice neat tattoo or if I end up making a mess of it."

Laurie let out a long moan, and slumped against the table. She remained still as Tim continued his work, whimpering softly when the needles stung too much. "What are you doing? What is it?" Laurie's voice was almost a whisper.

"Stop asking questions, and keep still." He continued his work, concentration all over his piggish face.

Finally satisfied with his work, Tim put the tattoo gun away and unfastened Laurie. She rushed over to the mirror, and angled her head to see back. At the top of her back, just between her shoulders, Laurie could make out a pair of characters, one on top of the other

娼
妇

"It means Whore. I thought it suited you"

Laurie had expected to be angry, but Tim had won completely. She simply stared at her new image, as he approached from behind and laid his hand on her shoulder.