If Reed Is That Excited By Temporary Tattoos...What About A Real Tattoo?

"Well," Dr. Stone said. "That was..."

"Unnecessarily graphic?" Sue Storm said, slightly embarrassed at the level of detail. Her ass was still a little sore from the punishment, but the memory of that night of being treated like an utter slut was still green in her mind.

"No, no, I don't mind that at all," Dr. Stone assured her. "I really loved the part where the condom broke. Just a more intense response than I had imagined. In fact..."

The psychiatrist's head tilted back. Her glasses caught the light from the window and became circles of fire, as if her eyes were glowing. Sue Storm began to suspect that she did that on purpose...and then blinked rapidly and settled deeper into the chair, her thoughts suddenly fading out.

"...imagine how excited he would be if you got a REAL tattoo?" Dr. Stone said, her implants buzzing in her skull as she directed the gravimetric wave toward Sue's skull. The Invisible Woman, trapped into a suggestible state, blinked slowly.

A real tattoo. A permanent mark on her body. It was something that Sue had always resisted. So low-class. But that had changed now, hadn't it? Many people had tattoos. Celebrities...Sue even knew some heroes with tattoos. Mostly the younger ones.

"Of course," Dr. Stone said. "It will have to be something small. Easily concealed. And slutty. There's no point in getting a tasteful tattoo, after all, is there? Not if your intention is to excite your husband. You want him to fuck you like that again, don't you?"

"Yes..." Sue said, her voice soft. In that moment, she would have said yes to almost anything. Her asshole still burned, but her sluggish mind imagined what it would be like if Reed fucked her ass and it came out of her mouth...

"You should make an appointment. Look over designs. But next week, I want to see you with a new tattoo!" Dr. Stone insisted. A bright drop of blood hung from the psychiatrist's nose, and suddenly the glow from her glasses faded. As Dr. Stone brought a tissue to her nose, Sue stirred herself.

A tattoo. Yes. That was a good idea. She would do it. Her brain already trying to rationalize the suggestion she had absorbed. After all, she could always get it lasered off later. And if it gets Reed to fuck me like that again...it will be worth it.

"I think...I think I will get tattoo! A real one. I mean, the fake ones worked so well," Sue bit her lip. She looked at Dr. Stone, who had the blood-dappled tissue in hand. "I mean, if you think it's good idea."

"Susan," Dr. Stone said, her nosebleed momentarily forgotten as she turned all of her attention on her patient. "Sometimes, we need to change from the outside in. It's your body, to do what you want with! You live a dangerous life. You should take advantage of the opportunities you have now. After all, you're the Invisible Woman! It's not like you can't just hide it..."

Sue nodded. Even without the suggestive state, Dr. Stone's words were persuasive.

"So...what should I get? And where should I get it?" Sue asked.