temporary tattoo

Author’s note to readers:

You’re not just getting an erotic story, but also the necessary background knowledge in optics and chemistry—while you jerk off your hard cocks and rub your pussies.

Lisa has planned everything down to the smallest detail:

With a temporary tattoo using a fabric backing, the design isn’t transferred directly from a sheet like with a classic decal. Instead, the printed or designed fabric is applied to the skin using a skin-friendly adhesive. It’s important to use only adhesives that are suitable for cosmetic purposes. This can be applied directly to the backing material and activated with warm water.

Before application, the skin area should be clean, dry, and as hair-free as possible. The fabric backing should be thin, soft, and flexible, such as cotton fabric or thin non-woven fabric. To apply, simply moisten the backing material slightly and then place it on the desired skin area. The temporary tattoo should then be held firmly in place for about one to two minutes to ensure it adheres well.

The most common options are water-soluble embroidery backings or water-soluble films based on polyvinyl **** for fabric backing. These materials are frequently used as temporary backings in textile and embroidery techniques and dissolve in soapy water depending on the type. They are generally suitable for a temporary tattoo, as they can serve as a thin backing that is later removed with soapy water. They usually do not dissolve immediately, but become soft, slimy, or gel-like and can then be washed off. However, many of these products are not specifically approved for prolonged skin contact and may cause itching.

To remove it, carefully dissolve the fabric backing with a special skin adhesive remover (soapy water).

Note that, especially with long-lasting dyes, a faint shadow of the tattoo may remain visible for several days despite thorough cleaning.

Lisa went over everything in her mind once more as she stood on stage with the large pitcher of warm water.

• The skin is freshly shaved. Check.

• Briefs or thongs and shirts serve as the base material. Check.

• We changed right before the show so sweat doesn’t ruin the result. Check.

• The designs are applied with long-lasting, skin-friendly paints that don’t wash off easily. Check.

Now it got tricky.

• The whole thing still needs to be pressed down properly. I do that right on stage. I slowly pour water over everyone and press the wet shirts and underwear firmly against their bodies so no wrinkles form and the color blends perfectly. Check

• Then I have everyone stand still for 90 seconds so the color can really soak into the skin. Check

• The shirts and underwear stay on for quite a while because I’m waiting to do a third dance. That’s pretty itchy. Check

And since you’ll be seeing their pussies on stage… but not at the wedding in a week… I’ve come up with something very special for their necklines.

So-called hydrochromic inks appear whitish, milky, or nearly invisible when dry and become transparent upon contact with water. This reveals an underlying design. However, this means that the hydrochromic layer itself generally doesn’t create any contrast, but rather either conceals or reveals an underlying color. For a temporary tattoo, this would typically involve a two-layer structure: a dark or colored motif on the bottom, with a water-sensitive top layer over it.

The dye on the shirts was just the first layer. The second, far more insidious dye was embedded in a special, invisible layer precisely in the neckline area of the shirts—directly over the cleavage.

“Cum Here” with a bold arrow points directly at the breasts.

Beneath it, “Team Bride” transformed into the words “Team Bride Slut.”

At first, nothing noticeable happened. Then the fabric began to change.

The white shirts and panties first turned milky-transparent, then increasingly clear, until every pore of the skin beneath could be seen. Suddenly, the material became soft, almost gelatinous. It contracted, became slimy, and dissolved into long, slimy strands that ran down the bodies and melted away on the stage.

The audience first noticed it on the big screen.

The camera zoomed in slowly and relentlessly.

The four friends were literally washing the clothes off their bodies.

Friend 1 was the first to notice.

Oh my God…

Friend 1 stood there frozen. The warm, slimy sensation on her skin suddenly turned ice-cold. This can’t be. This isn’t real. This isn’t really happening.

Her gaze darted up in panic toward the big screen. There it was. In close-up. Her own, smooth-shaven pussy filled almost the entire screen. The outer labia slightly swollen, the inner ones pink and glistening, the clitoris clearly visible and swollen. A thin thread of her own juices slowly trickled downward. Everyone in the club could see every fold, every drop of moisture, every tiny movement. No… no, no, no… that’s me. That’s my pussy. Everyone is looking at my pussy.

She instinctively tried to reach forward with her hands, but the handcuffs on her back only pulled painfully at her wrists. She couldn’t cover herself. Not even a little.

I’m naked. Completely naked. In front of everyone. In front of my best friends. In front of total strangers. And everyone is staring at my pussy.

Her heart was racing. Shame burned hot in her face, in her stomach, between her legs. At the same time, she felt her clit throbbing—treacherously hard and sensitive.

The tattoos on her skin burned like brands:

CUM HERE on her tits.

TEAM BRIDE SLUT right above her bare pussy.

She could feel the stares. Hundreds of eyes. Cell phones. The quiet laughter and the loud cheering. Someone whistled in admiration.

I’m the good girlfriend… the sensible one… the one who’s always careful… and now I’m standing here like a cheap porn star, legs spread and my dripping pussy on the screen. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. Instead, she just felt another warm drop run out of her pussy and slowly trickle down the inside of her thigh—clearly visible to everyone.

Girlfriend 1 closed her eyes for a second, took a shaky breath, and thought just one humiliating sentence:

…I’m the biggest slut on this stage right now.

Who… who did this to me?

Her gaze shot immediately to Lisa.

Lisa gave us the shirts. Lisa got us the panties. Lisa organized everything…

But then she saw Lisa herself—she, too, was standing there almost naked, the shirt in tatters, her tits exposed, her nipples hard.

No… Lisa’s up here naked, too. She was just following orders…

The realization hit her like a punch.

Svenja.

The sweet, little, supposedly so well-behaved Svenja. The bride. The innocent one.

That slut tricked us all…

A wave of searing rage and deep humiliation surged through her body. Her bound hands clenched into fists behind her back, her cheeks burning.

“You damn… SLUT!” she suddenly screamed loudly toward the cage where Svenja and Sara were standing.

Without thinking, she jumped off the stage. Naked, her tits jiggling and her dripping pussy visible to everyone, she ran through the club.

A nice young woman with dark hair suddenly stood in front of a side door and held it open for her. Girlfriend 1 ran inside without hesitation. “Thank you!” she gasped, her voice trembling with shame and anger. The woman named Mia smiled gently and quietly closed the door behind her.