Your turn

It isn't long before Uncle Tommy finishes up with his current 'client'.

"Alright, all done now sweetheart." He says.

She takes a moment before stepping off the table onto her feet before lowering herself down to her knees.

"Thank you sir." She says, looking up at him with genuinely grateful eyes.

"Not a problem, now get back to work down in the kitchen." He says, giving her a slap on the ass of dismissal.

The girl crawls out of the room and walks off presumably towards the kitchen.

"Alright then Bunny, you're up. Strip out of those clothes and get on up here." He says, patting the table indicating for you to get up.

"Yes sir." You say, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor and crawling on over to the table before jumping up onto it.

From up here you can see the gun he used to tattoo the other girl and the needle attached. The thought of that thing touching your skin and leaving a permanent mark on you has your face flushed with nervousness.

"I can tell you're nervous. Don't be. All the girls get some tattoos at some point. It's not as bad as it seems."

"Ok sir." You say, letting out a breath and with it some of the tension you're feeling.

"We'll start small since it's your first time. Just lie back on the bed for me."

You do as he instructs and lie down on the bed. After a moment of preparation, Uncle Tommy is ready at your side with the tattoo gun.

"Just a little scratch now." He says, as he lowers the gun to your chest.

He's right, the sensation of having the needle whirring away on your skin does feel like a scratch, one long continuous one. You close your eyes and try to relax, allowing the time to pass by as quickly as you can.