Get Tiffany a tattoo

Tiffany brushed her teeth and got in the shower and I had a look in the wardrobe for her outfit for today. I wanted something that would leave her waist exposed, it would make things easier later, and I liked that look anyway.

I picked out a black, strapless, wet look crop top, and a matching skirt that was loose at the bottom. She could wear her high heels to match too. I left the clothes on the bed for when she was out of the shower, when she was done I got ready. Once I was out of the bathroom, I came back in. Tiffany was dressed in the clothes I’d left for her. Every time she wore a new outfit, I never thought she could look sexier, but she did every time I saw her.

Her hair and makeup was done, and she stood next to the bed, waiting for me.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise. Now let’s sort out your posture. Stand up straight, heels together, arms behind your back, holding your elbows.”

Tiffany looked at me for a moment, before doing as she was told.

“Keep your head up, looking straight ahead at all times, or I’ll get a posture collar for you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” I stroked the side of her waist. “You need to stand like this whenever you’re stood around, or if we’re walking anywhere. Now let’s go.”

We left the room, Tiffany walking like a good **** with her head up, arms still behind her back. She walked behind me down the stairs, then outside and we headed into town. It was a lot quicker when she wasn’t crawling behind me.

The man with the holding cages outside the mall asked if I wanted to store her again, but I said no. I needed to take her into the mall for her punishment.

We went past the first tattoo shop, they were open on Sundays, due to the demand. There were so many of them, I headed to the one I’d looked at online earlier. Tiffany seemed worried when we went in, wondering what I was about to have tattooed permanently onto her. We had to wait an hour, so I decided to do a bit of shopping.

We walked through the mall, seeing a magazine/newspaper vendor in the middle of the walkway. On one of the shelves was a magazine called This Week’s Catch. I’d read it once or twice when things got like they are now. It was a celebrity **** magazine, with an interview with a famous **** or their master.

Rihanna was on the front cover of this one, posing just like she had in the video for Disturbia, shackled to the floor with a chair behind her, the only difference was now she was naked, and wore a steel collar.

I bought the magazine to read while Tiffany was getting tattooed. We headed to Owners International. There wasn’t anything I particularly wanted to buy, I just thought I’d have a look around to pass the time, and maybe see if Izzy was working.

She was, and she smiled at me as I entered, Tiffany walking behind me, still holding her elbows behind her back.

“Good to see you again,” Izzy said. She was wearing a black cage bra with chains over her breasts. She wore stockings and a thong. I couldn’t take my eyes off her amazing body. “She’s a nice **** you’ve got there.”

Tiffany smiled back shyly.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Just looking around really.”

“Alright, well you know where I am if you need me.”

I had a look around at the whips and the clothes, as I was looking, Tiffany’s arms were still in the right place, but her head had lowered. I placed my index finger under her chin, lifting it.

“I thought I told you to keep your head up,” I said.

“Sorry.”

I went over to Izzy, suddenly feeling aroused at how I could punish Tiffany for not following instructions.

“Hey, do you have any posture collars?” I asked.

“Sure, they’re over here.” I followed Izzy, getting a good look at her firm ass as I walked behind her.

I had a good look at a few of them, settling on a leather one with metal bars. It could be locked and registered with the app, so I could put it on Tiffany and not have to worry about her running away.

We left the store, and found a bench to sit on. I removed her normal collar, and put the posture one on, then registered it with the app. There was no way for Tiffany to lower her head now. She looked so sexy like that, and the thought of making her wear it and humiliating her with it on in public turned me on.

It was time for her tattoo now, so we headed back over there. I sat in the waiting room as she went in, and started reading my magazine. The main story was about Rihanna and how she’d embraced life as a ****, then there were various other stories about new slaves, and pictures masters had sent in of their slaves in different poses or doing degrading things.

Once she was done, Tiffany walked out, head still raised by the posture collar, hands by her sides, tears in her eyes.

I looked at her new tattoo, on the side of her waist it said: Property of Daniel Stevens. It looked so sexy on her.

“Hands behind your back, ****. Hold your elbows.”

Tiffany stood as she was supposed to. The tattoo looked sore still. I loved looking at it. I didn’t just have the collar now, I could look at that tattoo any time and know that she belonged to me. Tiffany would too, every time she looked in the mirror she’d know that she was my property.