Pain & Master likes big tits

It was a very slow, very painful process. When she began tattooing me, I gasped. But after the initial surprise subsided, I grit my teeth and didn’t make any noise. I didn’t want to squeal and embarrass master. Slaves didn’t get to make sounds of pain in public, unless it was for the enjoyment of their master.

Master stood behind the table, softly petting my hair. My ears twitched whenever I got a particularly painful jab, and I somehow felt that he was closely watching them, watching me.

Suddenly, his hands vanished from my head. I craned my neck, desperately looking for him, but I only saw him again when he entered my field of view down ta the table, next to the woman. He gently laid a hand on her arm that held the tattooing gun, which made her stop. I sighed in relieve as the pain eased.

“What do you think you are doing, Lexi?” master asked the woman, whose name was apparently Lexi. His voice was dangerously low, and I couldn’t see his eyes, but this voice could mean only one thing.

They were glowing predatory.

“What do you mean!?” she tried to sound offended, but there was a hint of uncertainty. “Don’t you want me to tattoo her anymore?”

“I *do* want her to be tattooed. What I don’t want, is for her to be hurt needlessly. You are drawing this out by working slow, making her suffer longer.” He hissed.

“You are imagining things! I am working as fast as I can!” she tried to defend herself.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He growled.

Lexi flinched and instinctively took a step back but didn’t withdraw her arm from his grip. If she had been a cat-girl, her tail would have been between her legs and her ears pressed to her skull. She was afraid.

“I saw you tattoo the same thing onto the same place on the skin of other pets of mine. How come it takes so much longer with her?” he asked rhetorically. “Do you want me to tell my friend Darius? He might not be able to punish you anymore, but he is also no longer required to keep you employed. And I have a reputation, you know…”

“No… Please don’t, sir. I’m begging you, please…” she looked like she was about to cry.

“Get back to work.” He said gruffly, his voice and eyes returning to their default, only a predatory glint left when he turned around to me. “And make it fast!”

She nodded and went back to work. I didn’t understand why master had acted like this, I had seen other, not-as-nice sides of him before, but… the predator was normally reserved for slavegirls. And she wasn’t wearing a collar.

However, I had to admit, she did move a lot quicker now. Soon, she was done and spread some cool cream on my new tattoo, before applying a clear foil. I was untied and allowed to sit up.

“What do you think?” master asked me, motioning towards my new tattoo.

It was a pink, stylized feline pawprint, with a heart shape in the paw pads and some numbers inside it. It was pointing upwards, to my belly button, but it would definitely draw one’s gaze directly to my cute little pussy directly beneath it.

“It’s so cute and… sexy…” I said breathlessly. I had never seen myself as sexy. But with my new full lips, round breasts, plump pussy, and that tattoo…

“I am glad you like it, it’s the symbol all my pets get, so its rather well known in certain circles. Although, of course, felines get feline paws and canines get canine paws.” He explained. I nodded understanding.

“What does that mean?” I asked, pointing at the symbols in the middle of the mark.

“Hm? Oh, I keep forgetting that you can’t read. It’s a sixteen, because you are my sixteenth pet.” He answered.

Sixteenth?! I couldn’t count much, only to twenty, but I still knew that sixteen slaves were a *lot* for a master as young as him. Once more, I wondered what happened to them…

Master handed me my dress, but no shoes or underwear. I guess I wasn’t going to wear either today… maybe he wanted to carry me again? I stripped my gown and put on the dress while sitting on the examination table.

“I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. But I won’t tolerate anyone hurting my pets.” He said to Lexi while I was getting dressed.

“No, I am sorry. It’s my fault, I overstepped my bounds, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just…” she answered quietly, but was interrupted.

“Shhh. It’s okay, I understand. And Darius will never hear about this. Just don’t go around hurting slaves anymore, okay? It’s not their fault, and they can’t put up any resistance.” Master said.

Her face lit up at these words. “I won’t, I promise! Thank you so much, sir!”

He nodded and picked me up again, carrying me back, out of the building and to his car. To my surprise, he set me down on the front passenger seat, not in the trunk. Maybe he wanted to ogle my new curves? I certainly filled the sundress out nicely now, giving me a deep cleavage… My heart fluttered at the thought.

I looked up at master, trying to maneuver my body to present myself a little better.

“You really carry me a lot,” I observe, trying to keep him a little longer.

He chuckled. “Good observation, pet. I quite like carrying you.”

“Why?” I asked quietly. I couldn’t imagine why he would want to burden himself with me.

“Because I can perfectly control you while I have you in my arms. And because it makes me feel big and strong.” Master answered with a smile.

I giggled. “But you are already big and strong, master!”

“You think so?” he answered with a wink. Apparently, he liked my girlish giggles.

But sadly, he had to go over to his side of the car. After he got in, his eyes were fixed to the road as he drove, and I didn’t get another chance to have him look at me.

After a while, I talked again. There was something I needed to know.

“Why… why did you react to her that way, master? I’ve never seen you act like this with a human…” I asked insecurely. I hoped that I was not overstepping my bounds!

He sighed. “So you noticed, huh? She was a slavegirl once. And that just triggers something in me.”

“But how did you know? Did somebody tell you before?” I wanted to know.

“No… but that wasn’t necessary. Didn’t you notice her aura?” he asked. I shook my head. “Well, I noticed it. I always notice them. And she was envious of you. Because things like accepting that others modify your body, obeying orders, or being tied down and exposed on a cold metal table were painful lessons to her. But to you, it just comes naturally.”

“Oh.” I said quietly.