A new day, the same convention

Even though the day was really exhausting it was difficult for me to finally fall asleep. The tattoos were burning slightly and I couldn’t find the right, comfortable position. I just listened to some classic music by Ludovico Einaudi. The piano sounds relaxing me, before my eyes close and I fall into a deep blackness. Sleep finally overcoming me.

The next morning I wake up early and move to the bathroom to take a shower. The thin foil covering my tattoos still wrapped around my butt and thigh. I take a long hot shower and get out of it, standing in front of my mirror. I just turn around and look at my body. I can see the filigree designs on my butt and thigh. They excite me. I spread my buttcheeks and bend over again, looking at the ring in my Anus: „My god I look like the biggest slut in the world!“, I think. I touch it with one finger and slightly flinch. „How should I wipe my butt?“, I ask myself. Still it looks hot. I desinfect the piercing and the alcoholic liquid burns. I clench my teeth doing it. Next I desinfect my septum and feel the same burning pain there. I take a picture of my naked self and compare it to the first naked picture I took for my unknown tormentors. What a change! I push my tongue out and look at the silver barbell there, playing with it. Next my hands move to my now constantly hard nipples and move the barbells there. A slight moan escaping my lips. I sigh and take my phone, strike a pose and take another picture of me naked in my bathroom mirror, uploading it to my website. I leave the bathroom, put on some red Lounge lingerie and make myself some cornflakes with milk for breakfast and sit at the table thinking about yesterdays events. In the end there is this one big question: „Should I go to the second exhibition-day or shouldn’t I?“. Thoughts and thoughts are running through my head and my brain really tells me not to go, but at the same time a warmth spreads in my tummy and between my legs. Even though I don’t want to admit it, I loved losing control over my body and putting the decisions over my body in a mens hands who I barely knew. Without even thinking further about it I move to my bedroom and open my small walk-in closet. I look at all my clothes and decide to wear a short tight black skirt and a red crop top. I put my pair of white Nike Air Force Ones and light make-up on and leave my apartment, cycling to Hardcore Tattoo, flashing my red thong to the public in the process, because my skirt seems to ride up all the time.

Finally I can see the sign of Hardcore Tattoo. I put my bicycle down next to the front door and Jack grinning at me through the window. He walks towards me and grins: „I knew you’d be coming. You’re addicted to tattoos and losing control.“ I just nod ashamed. „Ok, let’s go my beautiful little slutty canvas.“, Jack says, pointing his hand to the van in front of the shop. I get inside and we get moving. We are talking a little bit about yesterday, but there’s still a lot of tension in the air. Then Jack starts to speak up again: „You know, Tina: In between piercing and tattooing you yesterday I looked at your laptop some times and saw the live stream. The viewer numbers and comments were incredible and you truly are a slut. I‘ve never seen something like this. I spent my whole night looking at your website. At your streams, your pictures and your videos. It’s amazing. You‘re submissive, beautiful, hot and intelligent. You‘re like a fucktoy build for pleasure. And now I want to help you show the world what a slut you’re. You are my canvas, yes you will be my canvas, but I want to use this canvas in a way that you can’t deny being a slut anymore.“ Now I’m nervous as hell: „But Jack, what about me? I’m studying economics here and I want to work in this field after finishing university. I can’t work there looking like a slut. I want to be and look like a professional!“. „We’ll Yes, you look and will look even more like a professional, but from another field.“, Jack laughs loudly. We reach the convention center and leave the van at our parking space. Jack grabs a large box on rolls and we enter the big hall. On the big screens I can see videos of myself running from yesterday and a time schedule where my second live show is marked as the highlight of the day: „What the fuck?!“, is my thought about this. We walk past the small cabins and booths to our large booth with the stage on it. On our way people are smiling at me or openly gawking and some even want to take a picture with me and Jack. We reach our booth and a small crowd already gathered in front of it. As we pass them they ask me for some pictures and we talk a little bit. After a few minutes Jack and I move to the back of the booth, to prepare everything. I open up my laptop, Position some cameras and start the stream, while Jack prepares his equipment. We drink some water and are talking about „the show“ like professional entertainers, when Jack reaches in his pocket and pulls something out: „Ok, my little slut. To get the crowd really going I want you to wear this. It will be a nice surprise for them.“ he opens a small box and inside is a big pink jeweled buttplug. I look at him in disbelief: „Jack, even though I might be a slut or whatever, but this is a tattoo convention. I can’t wear this.“ Jack starts to laugh and pushes me over the small desk. My butt is sticking up and he gives my not tattooed buttcheek a few light slaps. Then he pushes my legs apart and my skirt up, looking at my red lacy lounge thong covered backside and the fresh tattoos there. He smiles: „Now is not the time to deny being a slut. I’m the boss here and I decide what happens. I don’t want to discuss everything with you, so if I tell you to do something you will do it! Understood?“ He pushes my thong to the side and grabs a bottle of lube that I haven’t noticed there before of the desk. He covers the big plug in lube and costa the outside of my butthole with it. In circling motions he slightly pushes at my butthole, before pushing it in with force. I moan in discomfort, but once it’s inside the feeling of being stretched like this is amazing. I can also feel some light pressure of the diamond sticking out of my butthole on the fresh piercing there. Jack pulls the thong pack over it and gives me a few more slaps: „Understood?!“, he growls angrily. I nod and answer quietly: „Yes, Jack.“.

Jack and I leave the back of the booth and Jack tells me to talk to the crowd again, take some photos and have fun, before the show starts. I’m going over to the crowd, answer questions, take selfies with fans and show off my body. A few guys are shy, a few guys are really direct, but still friendly and some are just jerks, insulting me, or telling me I’m a fucking prostitute and what it’ll cost to go to the back with them. I try to stay friendly and cool even to them or just walk over to the next guy or even some girls. Then there’s a big announcement and Jack takes my hand and leads me to the stage.

On the stage I can see the familiar chair and tattoo table. Jack speaks through the microphone: „Good Morning everybody and welcome back to day two of the convention. Yesterday I surprised you with my beautiful canvas Princess Tina and today she’s the big star of the convention.“. The people are applauding. „Tina surprised me with her stream yesterday and I spent my night researching her website. And my good is she a slut, isn’t she?!“, my face starts to flush at this, while the crowd cheers. „Today is the last day of the convention, but I’m sure, that she will keep being my canvas and you will be able to see some more sessions of the two of us on her website. So please take of your clothes, Princess and let’s start!“. Jack comes over to me and whispers in my ear: „Make it sexy like you do in your streams.“. A song starts to play and I slowly begin to move my body to the rhythm of the beat. I turn around, moving my hips, slowly bending over and showing the crowd a glimpse of my red thong. Then I start to slowly pull my crop top over my head and throw it off the stage. I slowly turn around and show my breasts in a see through bra to the hungry people. My nipples errect and the bars in them noticeable. Next I turn around again, bend over and slowly pull my tight skirt down my legs. Now the buttplug starts to show and the crowd really starts to go crazy. I get up again and back towards the crowd let my bra slip to the floor. Then I show off my beautiful, but small breasts to the crowd and show them a bright smile before pushing out my pierced thong and with swinging hips move to the tattoo table, just covered by the red thong and lay down on it. I feel the eyes on my butt, while laying down and feel butterflies in my stomach and my pussy slightly dampening. Jack comes over and gives my tight buttcheek another slap. I can see him putting on black gloves and hear the familiar busing sound of the tattoo gun.