The tattoo parlor to get branded as Cindi's property.

"We're going to get you inked today. A little reminder to you and anyone that sees it who you belong to." Cindi calmly coos as if it is the most romantic first date destination ever, and you can't help but agree with her. For a heart stopping second, you think she is about to kiss you, instead, she turns your head as if inspecting livestock and adds, "And maybe some piercings to go along with your brand."

You smile stupidly and nod, willing to agree to anything to be by her side. She leads you into a sleazy looking shop 'charmingly' named "Tramp Stamps and Cutie Marks". You can practically taste the tetanus in the air of the dark, dingy den. An ancient looking man that looks frustrated for having run out of skin left to ink smiles at you with at least five teeth that seems intended to be friendly, albeit in a rapey way. You stick close to Cindi who leads you deep in the bowels of this hellhole.

"Hurm. Fresh meat." A concrete slab of muscle, crudely chiseled into a crude caricature of manliness with a tattoo that reads 'Outlaw Daddy' grunts at you. You cringe at how sleazy and smarmy his smile is, and how hard it makes you throb in your panties. You just pray that your crush doesn't notice the sweat forming on your brow or how fast your heart is beating or the way your breath grows short and whimpery.

Cindi giggles, "HEH HEH HEH Aww does my little slut have a crush on Outlaw Daddy? Does she want me to watch while she sucks his cock?" You squirm and shake your head no, but your blush gives you away. You wish you weren't like this. Here you are, on a date with the girl of your dreams, and the first bully that growls at you gets you boned up and drooling. Knowing how shameful it is only makes you hotter which only makes you more ashamed and and aroused and sinking deeper into a sick spiral of humilhorniness.

"I'm just kidding." Cindi smiles and squeezes your shoulder and you immediately relax. "You don't get a choice. You are going to suck his cock whether you want to or not. Because that's how sluts pay for tattoos. Your reward is a date with me, and I don't pay for whores that take me out. If you want to be my slave someday, you start by bobbing on his boner while he brands you." You moan half in pain, half in a heat that hurts worse than pain. Every inch of you wants to degrade yourself for your Mistress' amusement...except your heart. The question is,