No time like the present

“Woo!” Yang cheered. “Field trip!”

“Really?” Weiss rolled her eyes. “We’re just making sure Jaune’s signature is permanently inscribed on us.” She smiled and turned to you. “I was planning to ask about this, as keeping a marker signature safe was time consuming.”

“I’m glad you had time to join us,” You replied. “I was worried Ruby would keep you occupied.”

“All we had to tell her was we’re getting tramp stamps,” Nora added. “You own us, so it makes sense.”

“It’s not a tramp stamp.” Weiss muttered, face palming.

“I don’t know, I might put it down there.” Yang teased, gesturing to her crotch.

“Do you care where we put it?” Pyrrha asked you.

“Nah, as long as it’s visible,” You assured her. “So other people know.” The rule of your power required other people to SEE your name. “Sorry, Yang. Unless you want two.”

Neo gestured as if she was holding a needle and made lots of stabbing motions.

“Eh, I can always come back later.” The blonde shrugged. “Back of the arm will work fine for me.”

You along with your 'property' were heading to a tattoo parlor. Normally with a bunch of people, you might have had to get an appointment. However, because Pyrrha was so excited, she wanted to be the one to get an appointment as soon as possible. They squeezed her in immediately. Using her fame was kind of cheating, but it made her happy you were permanently showing she was your property. Weiss, Yang, and Nora were happy to get their own tattoos too. Neo was coming along because she wanted to make sure she could always write for you.

Arriving at the place, you could tell it was cleared out. No one else was there. A single person greeted you the moment you all walked in. The woman was covered in tattoos, from her arms to her neck, and legs. Her top revealed her tattoos shoulders and back too.

“Miss Nikos and friends!” The woman gushed. “I’m honored you called and wanted to come here. Did you all wanted tattoos?”

“Just us,” Pyrrha told her smiling, gesturing to the girls. “Jaune here is just coming with us because he cares.”

“Oh… is he…?” She stopped as she saw the writing on them. “I see. What would you like then?”

“I would like my name on all of them,” You tell her. “Wherever they want it is fine, as long as the writing can be seen. But before that... Neo? Do the honors?”

Neo smiled and before the woman could react, her arm now had your name on her. Then, below that, one more line of writing was added.

Jaune Arc’s Procurator.

You weren’t planning to enslave the woman forever, but you needed her to be your property so she would do what you told her, along with her being a procurator so her writing had the weight of your power. You didn’t know how to give tattoos or you would have done it to all the girls yourself.

“Simple enough,” The woman assured you, looking at the girls. “Writing a couple words is actually a very quick tattoo. What takes time are the little details in them.” She smiled at them. “Where would you like your tattoo?”

“Around the wrist.” Pyrrha answered, holding up her arm.

“The arm is fine,” Weiss answered, rubbing the back of her forearm. “Easy to show off and won’t be covered easily.”

Neo pointed to her neck and gestured for it to be like a collar.

“It’s got to be visible?” Nora complained. “I wanted it on my butt cheek.” Her eyes sparkled as she grinned. “What if I-…?”

“You can’t moon people, Nora.” Weiss cut her off.

“Ugh, fine.” Nora plopped down into a chair and crossed her arms pouting. “How about the thigh? Like right above my knee? I mostly wear skirts.”

“That’s fine,” You assured her and turned to the last girl. “What about you, Yang?” The blonde opened her mouth and you decided to cut her off. “No tramp stamp.” She closed her mouth then opened it again. “Not your breast either.” Yang stood there, thinking about it for a moment, rubbing her chin.

“What about right here?” Yang asked, gesturing to the spot above her cleavage. “Guys look here anyways, so might as well point out all of this belongs to this sexy stud.” She slapped your ass, causing you to jump.

“That’s fine,” You sighed. “If you want a tramp stamp later, it’s on you and your own money.” You turned to the woman. “No discounts for her.”

“Come on, boss-man!” Yang complained, as everyone else laughed.