Go along with it.

Stunned by the sudden events you don't say much of anything. It seems you leapt out of the fire and into the frying pan when you decided to head to the mall in order to clear your head, you figure to yourself.

However, you admit to yourself that hanging around with Sarah as her bitch might not be the wisest choice yet you've found yourself enjoying her cruelty so far. After all it seems you are a submissive bitch.

Mind made up, you remain silent, handing your fate over to Sarah. She seems to notice the cogs spinning in your head and snorts, mouthing to you silently. "Like there was ever any doubt about you being my bitch." Her smile seems to assert her dominance over you and you avert your eyes, blushing.

"So, Becca, can you make it work?" Becca nods her head slowly.

"Yeah, we can make it fit.. it'll hurt like a mother fucker though!" At this Sarah slaps your lower stomach, the sound reverberating through the room. "Oh, don't worry about that, my bitch is a real slut for pain!"

"Make it stylish too if you can, I want my bitch to look nice." Becca laughs in way a of response. Sarah is smirking at you, dragging her tongue over her lips slowly, erotically.

The spell ends as Becca goes into business mode. "Alright you big pussy, let's make it happen!" Taking that as their cue the two women grab a hold of you, pulling you deeper into the tattoo parlor and the ink waiting to mark you as Sarahs bitch. Powerless to resist you shuffle along.

Arriving into the business end of the tattoo parlor you see a smattering of gear, all of it looking foreign and strange to you. The women let go of you, leaving you standing in the middle of the room feeling a bit foolish.

Sarah steps in front of you, looking you over with a critical eye as Becca putters around preparing various equipment. "What the hell am I about to do.." You think to yourself quietly. "..this is insane!"

Paying no mind to your inner turmoil Sarah grabs your shirt, tugging it over your head. "I'll strip him naked for you Becca.." Your shirt comes off your head leaving your upper body exposed as she begins to fumble with your pants. "..that should make it easier for you to tattoo him!" Becca nods absently in the background.

A minute or so later you're naked, face burning with humiliation. "Get the pussy seated in the chair will you Sarah?" Snapping her fingers at you sharply Sarah relays her command. No room for hesitation you figure and you make your way over to and into the tattoo chair.

A whistle sounds from your side as Becca prepares her final gear. "He's pretty cute Sarah.." Looking over at Sarah she smiles a malicious smile reminiscent of her cousin. "..nice catch!"

Sarah seats herself in your lap, smothering you slightly, using you as her cushion. "Thanks Becca, but remember he's MY bitch!" Becca lifts her hands in surrender.

"Whoa, down girl, I'm just saying, that's all!" Sarah gets off you and you can breathe again as you see her nod in satisfaction.

At this rate, witg everyone calling you bitch and other demeaning names all the time, you're going to forget your actual name you think to yourself. You're interrupted from your musings as Becca speaks up. "Let's get to work.." Becca pulls out the needle, switching it on..