Capther 3 tattoo

The evening after meeting my ex-wife:

While I'm under the table licking my master's balls...while he's enjoying the dinner I've served him, every now and then he enjoys throwing some leftover food on the floor. I quickly pick it up with my mouth as I was taught and thank him every time.

Between one bite and the next he says to me... as if it were the most normal thing in the world:

«little faggot.. yesterday you took another step forward on your journey to becoming a real full-time sissy salve.

You came out to your ex-wife and made a clean break with your old life. As a former man, I believe you are ready for the next step.

Oh my God, what's next? I wonder what else I should do. I thought I'd hit rock bottom. Yesterday with my ex.

But I think this is just the beginning.

As I serve him coffee and whiskey, he continues to explain what will happen in the next few days.

«Tomorrow morning I'll take you to an old tattoo artist friend of mine who also runs a sex shop downtown, and I assure you he's a true artist in his field.

I think it's time to brand yourself... as all sissy slaves serving their BBC masters should be. So that you can be immediately recognizable.

“I have several ideas on what to tattoo on that beautiful pale sissy complexion of yours.”

Changing my tone, he says.

«You are not obliged to do it, I leave you free to decide. If you don't feel like it, you are free to take your four rags and disappear from my life.

To me, you're just a slut in heat, an ass and a mouth to dump cum and piss into. I have no problem kicking you out into the street and immediately finding another girl willing to throw herself at my feet."

Then he takes a long break to enjoy his coffee.

"Sissy, I'll give you ten minutes to decide. Go sit on your chair and think it over carefully."

I do as he ordered and sit on my dildo until it disappears completely into my anus.

Sitting on the rubber dick, a thousand thoughts crowd into my confused mind.

Until a few weeks ago I was a very normal person with my work routine, my friends. My life was going on peacefully. Now however it has been turned upside down by this beautiful black master who treats me like a cocksucking whore and makes me feel happy even when he pisses in my mouth.

who can make me do anything just by snapping his fingers, nothing excluded

.. And now I have to decide whether to get tattooed like a beast, probably vulgar and humiliating tattoos. Just because he decided so.

On his whim, to reaffirm his total power over Me.

Good heavens... He wants to brand me like an animal... And something so humiliating and degrading, a tattoo is permanent and forever... No, I can't do that...

With what shred of dignity I thought I had left... I almost found the courage to go before the master. And refuse...

But then, with tears in my eyes, I thought I'd never see him again...not him, nor his wonderful black cock. I can't go back to my old life. I'm a little girl, madly in love with my master, and there's no point in hiding it. My life is no life without him. My true nature is to live as a submissive slave, serving the superior black race.

So defeated and resigned to my fate... I crawled to his feet.. On all fours..

« So sissy what have you decided?

With my eyes downcast and a thread of voice I answer him

"I agree to be branded. I will gladly do all the tattoos you deem necessary."

The master's face lights up with a wicked, satisfied smile.

With one hand he strokes my head like you do with a dog.

"Good girl, sissy, you're really a dog in love with your master, aren't you?"

“Yes sir… I am only happy when I can serve and fulfill your every desire.”

"Great... As a reward tonight before we go out with friends, I'll give you your share of cock. And maybe I'll even let you swallow my cum."

"Thank you, master. It would be a privilege for me."

Then even though the owner didn't allow me to speak, I found the courage to ask what would be tattooed on me. In the end, it's about my body and tattoos that will last forever:

With my head down and in a small voice I ask Jamal:

"Master, may I know what tattoos they'll give me?"

Angry and annoyed by my curiosity, he answers me rudely.

"No!! You can't know shit, it'll be a surprise... you could only choose whether to get tattoos or not. Now that you've accepted, you have no say in anything. I decide how many and where to get them. Got it, bitch?"

"I apologize for my stupid curiosity, master..."

The next morning the master makes me wear one of his favorite outfits... Sexy schoolgirl blue pleated micro skirt transparent blouse tied at the waist white lace hold-ups. 12cm heel

Not too heavy but sexy makeup...collar, cage, and plug-in

Now I have no dignity left, little by little I'm accepting my new life... as a full-time sissy.

with resignation and a little coquetry, once dressed, I show myself to the master to get his approval. I do a little parade up and down the corridor... he makes me spin around a couple of times then he says to me:

"You're a real hottie. Lucy's a real kinky little slut. You'll make a lot of men cum."

Inside I was happy for the master's approval. And looking at myself in the mirror I have to say that I like myself a lot.

I get into his car and we head towards the sex shop...which is located in a rather seedy neighborhood where there are many red light districts, sex shops,

Porn movies, and also many prostitutes and transsexuals, viados. Etc.

Park not far from the shop

"Before going to the tattoo artist, we'll stop at a bar. I want a beer, Lucy."

The bar is very busy, and as we sit at a table outside, I feel everyone's curious eyes on me. I sit down and try to cross my legs for fear that they might see the cage I'm carrying between my legs. The owner orders a beer for himself and an ice cream cone for me.

While I'm licking the ice cream... The owner whispers to me...

"Think it's my cock Lucy lick it slowly..in a sexy way.."

"But Lord, they're all looking at me."

«That's exactly why... Slut, you make your fans happy.»

I don't know if I'm more embarrassed or excited... I lick the ice cream in the most sensual and dirty way possible, imagining it's the big head of a fat black cock...

The smiling owner tells me.

“You’re such a sissy slut.”

Then the owner calls the waiter (also black) and has him bring the bill.

When he arrives with the receipt.. he looks at me and says out loud

"Pay Lucy and leave this guy a nice tip."

I immediately open my purse and take out my wallet. The bill is 20 euros and I try to give him 30 with the tip...

"Don't be such a beggar, Lucy, and give the boy fifty euros."

« Yes, master immediately. »

The waiter flashes an amused smile when I call him master. A white girl paying the bill for the dominant black man. It's quite an entertaining sight.

We get up and start to leave the place, passing between the tables. I hear the vulgar and amused comments of the men.

«I want to smoke sissy Give me a cigarette.»

I rummage in my purse, open the package and wait for her to take one.

He puts it in his mouth and with the gold lighter I gave him I light it... We are still a few steps from the bar... The owner, just for fun, never misses an opportunity to humiliate me in public.

It hits my arm and knocks my lighter to the ground.

Out loud so everyone can hear he says to me:

"What the fuck are you doing, bitch, pick it up right now."

Red with shame and with my gaze downcast, I answer him:

"Forgive me immediately, master."

I bend over with my legs straight and without bending my knees. The micro skirt I'm wearing goes up completely, exposing my naked ass. I'm facing the bar.

And the black dildo in my ass is clearly visible against my white skin.

With his typical perverse wickedness... just at that moment with the remote control he has in his pants pocket he activates the vibration of the dildo. Taken by surprise I jump and a moan escapes me... you can clearly hear the buzzing that... the dildo emits.

I wanted to sink with shame....

Staggering on my high heels and with the Big Vibrator turned on in my ass, we finally arrive at the shop. I enjoy the entrance and it's in a quiet alley... and the owner takes advantage of it.

"You know Lucy, you made me jerk off a little while ago. Get on your knees and give me a blowjob. I need to unload."

I immediately get on my knees, unzip him, and take out his cock.

He's really very excited, his cock is already hard as marble and within a few minutes I can feel him already cumming in my throat and then on my face...

Finally, after having cleaned it perfectly, I put the still throbbing cock back in my pants.

I go to clean my face and mouth but my hand stops me and says.

"My friend Quincy doesn't get formal. For a little cum on the face."

We enter the store, which is quite large. There are several display cases displaying all kinds of sex toys, from vibrators of every shape and size, to anal beads, BDSM equipment, handcuffs, collars, whips, clothespins, and much more. There's also a section dedicated to sexy clothing, a tattoo and piercing parlor. It's all there.

There are about ten other customers, almost all men... Who are browsing among the windows and displays...

With a pat on the ass the master says to me:

“Give me the leash you have in your sissy purse.”

I quickly rummage through my bag and after finding it I pass it to my owner who attaches it to my collar and ties it to a hook on the wall.

"Wait for me here, I'm going to look for my friend... don't worry, they're used to seeing females on leashes here.

Many of my friends bring their sissy slaves here to get tattooed."

A few minutes have passed and the owner is nowhere to be seen. I still feel embarrassed and uncomfortable while the other curious customers cannot take their eyes off me.

Meanwhile, two of them approach. One of them asks:

"What is she doing here tied to a leash... Honey?

"I'm waiting for my master to come back."

"Do you have a master?"

"Yes, I am a sissy slave, sir."

"ok so you're some kind of slave... Personal."

“Yes sir, I try to please my master in every way possible.”

Meanwhile the other man reaches out and caresses my ass.

"Lucky your master, you're a really horny little pussy."

"Thank you Lord"

Before leaving one of them says to me.

"Listen...maybe they're calling you on the phone because I hear the buzz of a vibration. Maybe your phone is on vibrate mode..... In your purse."

"Thank you, sir, but I'm not allowed to have a phone."

"Then I don't understand what it could be... Maybe I was wrong..."

I was red with shame because of course I knew that the buzzing I could hear was certainly not that of a cell phone... But that of my plugin still running.

At that moment I see Jamal coming back with another black man... And rather chubby dressed in leather trousers and a leather sleeveless shirt.

The master introduces me.

"This is Sally, my new sissy, as I told you before, I'd like to get some tattoos... let yourself be seen, Sally."

I obey the master's order and do a couple of laps on myself.

Quincy the tattoo artist. He looks me up and down.

Then he says:

"Congratulations! Yamal is truly very cute and already quite horny. With a little work, we'll turn her into a real, super-sexy slut."

“Come on, bring your little whore into my office so you can tell me what you have in mind.”

Jamal takes my leash and we head towards the tattoo artist's studio... I follow them with my head down like a puppy.

When we enter the studio, to my great surprise I see that the tattoo artist also has a sissy slave and an effeminate boy/girl who can't be more than twenty-twenty-five years old, very pale skin, at the waist he wears a very tight leather pouch that gives him a very sexy Vespa waist, long legs, high and firm ass, short blond hair named Milly.

His body is covered in tattoos, many of which are decidedly obscene.

Quincy tells his sissy;

«Milly, introduce “the big one” to my friend’s dog. While we men talk.»

With a wicked smile he replies:

"With pleasure, master."

Milly takes my leash and with a tug tells me

"Follow me, slut."

He takes me to a sissy chair like the master's, but with a really huge dildo, at least 28/30 cm long

With three large rubber spheres of increasing diameter the last sphere is probably as big as a man's closed fist, the head slightly rounded

Visibly satisfied Milly tells me.

"This is the big one, slut. I'm sure you can't wait to try it."

“My God, the giant really doesn't want me to sit on that monster..”

I was hoping to find some solidarity from Milly, after all we share the same fate, both sissy slaves, at the service of the Black masters, the same humiliations, the same punishments... but instead nothing.

Milly, amused by my terrified face, looks at me and orders me.

“Come on, slut…even if your master makes you walk around practically naked, take off what little you’re wearing and bend over.”

Resigned and humiliated I take off my miniskirt, blouse and hold-ups. I remain naked with only the cage and the plug, as ordered I bend forward. Milly turns behind me and I feel her taking mine.

Plug-in and pulls it out with one stroke.. after being inside me the dildo and covered in my juices. holding it in his hand he puts it in my mouth «clean it well slut, you don't want me to make a mess around with your shit, do you?»

after having put it in my mouth back and forth about ten times and completely clean.

Then Milly takes a tube of what appears to be Vaseline and greases the Big One and once satisfied she tells me...

"Okay Sally, it's all yours now."

I know very well that I can't refuse and I approach the stool which fortunately isn't very high, with one hand I point the head of the dildo towards my sphincter... the head enters me quite well without any problems.

Then suddenly I get a very strong whiplash on my ass, causing me indescribable pain. Selly is holding a leather whip in her hand.

And he tells me

«You have to count out loud and give thanks

every ball that goes in, you understand, bitch?

With tears in my eyes from the pain of the whipping, I nod my head in agreement.

And without warning another lash comes my way.

"You have to answer, bitch, do you understand or not?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

Despite the pain, I push with my body weight to get the First Sphere in…

"one… THANK YOU. With another effort the other one goes in too… TWO… THANK YOU."

Then the third one, despite my efforts, doesn't seem to want to come in...

Selly then begins to hit me with a series of increasingly stronger blows.

"Move, sissy, we don't have all day. I'll keep whipping you until you're all in."

After nine... ten strokes, the third giant rubber ball also enters.

«TREE….. THANK YOUY ...

My anus is incredibly dilated, I feel completely filled, I'm out of breath, my ass is covered in long red and purple marks.

Quincy and Jamal are just a few meters away enjoying the scene.

Jamal addressing Quincy

"your sissy is incredibly evil"

«Yes, it's true, he really likes to make other sissies suffer and humiliate them»

Then they start talking about my tattoos.

The owner:

« First of all I want her nipple areolas a nice bright pink. The first tattoo.. Just above the cage. Slightly arched, the writing in black gothic font.

“PROPERTY OF JAMAL” and a pair of handcuffs. The second one instead... on the left buttock a black jack of spades. Surrounded by the writing... “love bbc”

On the right buttock, again in Gothic characters, the bright red writing “SISSY SLAVE”.

then lastly (for now) just above the groin to the right of the cage. You have to draw a nice pink bouquet with a nice red ribbon... but instead of the flowers, four black cocks should emerge... I would like them as realistic as possible with veins and swollen cocks.

CONTINUES……..