Marked

The scruffy-looking tattoo artist let out a few raspy chuckles.

“You know, usually at this point, I would warn you that it’s something you’re going to have to live with forever. Well unless you get it removed with lasers, which is not fun. But I won’t bother. I know you submissive types. You only listen to your master. Right?”

Gretchen’s eyes returned to the floor, and she nodded silently.

“Okay then. The table’s free right now, milady. Let’s get ‘Jack’ his tattoo,” Gerry said with a wide grin and winked at me. He held the door open for Gretchen, as both of them stepped inside his studio. Gretchen shot one last, pleading look at me.

I shook my head.

The door closed in front of her face.

While I sat in the waiting room, I could hear all kinds of interesting sounds emanate from the studio. There was the loud humming of the inking machine, coupled with some surprising yelps and even a few moans. Some of them… almost sexual.

Or that was just the way Gretchen always moaned.

Anyways. Only 4 points left to a 100. And I still had plenty of tricks up my sleeve.

The tattoo idea was a winner. It wasn’t just something you could forget in a week. I made her get a permanent reminder on her skin.

She was mine. Now and forever.

The whole process was surprisingly long. At least an hour and a half. I think I managed to read through all the magazines in the lobby. I even had time to read some of the massive amounts of text messages Gloria was still sending me. Many of them pleading to tell me who “the other guy” was, many of the calling me “sir” in a very suggestive ways, many of them showing me how her ass was starting to heal little by little.

It was official. She was obsessed.

I probably had a problem on my hands.

I still wasn’t going to answer her back. I shouldn’t reward her massive her text bombing with an answer, even an order to make her stop. I think that’s what she partly wanted. To be told off.

But if this got out of hand, we wouldn’t be able to hide it from Maria.

What exactly was the solution here?

Before I could entertain that thought process any further, Gretchen finally stepped out of studio. She was red in the face and limping. Her other hand was tenderly massaging her left butt cheek. She came over to me meekly.

“Come on then, slavecunt. Let’s see it,” I said to her, even though Gerry was in earshot of us. It didn’t matter, he obviously understood the nature of our relationship at this point.

Gretchen didn’t look surprised, more like resigned. She nodded, turned her back to me, and slowly lowered her pants and panties.

There it was. “Jack’s slavecunt” inked on her gorgeous bubble butt. Beautiful work.

I got up from my seat, and gave the tattooed butt cheek a small spank. The area obviously being super tender and sensitive at this point, she screeched and almost fell down trying to pull her panties up again.

It looked very comical.

“Nice work, Gerry. I might use you in the future as well.”

He laughed. “Hey, don’t mind. These jobs always… Well let’s say I have an affinity to them.”

I didn’t like how that sounded. Perhaps I wouldn’t use him after all.

“So… which one of you pays?” he asked.

“Slavecunt here obviously. It’s her tattoo.”

Gretchen sighed, and picked up her wallet. Soon the digits were punched in and the payment processed.

I put my arm around Gretchen, and turned to Gerry.

“So, was she a good girl during the process?”

“Oooh yeah. Very good. In fact… Well, check it out for yourself.”

Gerry opened up his studio door. First I didn’t know what I was supposed to be seeing, but then my eyes caught it.

There was a wet patch on the inking table.

Right where Gretchen’s crotch would have been.

I looked at Gretchen, and the crimson-faced woman turned towards the floor again.

Interesting. I wonder why… Was it because of her first trait? The fact that she would get turned on when I called her by names, and now a permanent awful nickname was being tattooed on her ass?

Or maybe… She was just that well-conditioned by now?

I turned to Gerry.

“Sorry about that. Slavecunt will clean that right up.”

“Um, well, no need actually. I just wanted to…”

“Please. She needs to clean after her own messes. How else she’s going to learn?”

The old man put on a wide grin, and nodded excitedly.

Yeah, no. Wouldn’t use him again. Too suspicious.

I turned Gretchen’s face to me.

“Get licking, slavecunt.”

No points for that. Even though Gerry watched the whole thing. Unbelievable. Not even when I told Gretch to do it slowly and sensually. And describe what it tasted like after each lick. No points.

Damn, she was really corrupted already. Probably not humiliating enough?

I had taken over the driver seat this time. Mainly to experience something I never thought I would get to experience.

Roadhead.

Gretchen’s white pixie hair pumped up and down on my lap, as I drove the freeway towards our next destination. The feeling was quite exhilarating, and probably dangerous as Hell. But then again, that added to it.

“Slower, slavecunt. We’re still five minutes away. I don’t want you finishing early.”

My dick slid out of her mouth with a pop. She took in some breath, after spending so many minutes massaging my erection with her tongue. “Yes, daddy.”

Then she fell right back on my erect monster, trying to gobble it all up again.

“Ugh. You know what? I’m getting bored of ‘daddy’. I mean it was fun first, but it’s just.. too much, too many times. Go back to calling me ‘master’ for a while.”

Another wet pop. “Yes… master”, she said while precum escaped from between her lips and dribbled to my pants.

Yeah, it’ll do for now.

I parked near a metro station. I made her time her blowjob so perfectly, that I came the moment I turned the engine off. I pushed her face all the way to my crotch and let it flow. I exploded all the way down her throat.

It was a mountainous task, but she somehow managed to swallow nearly all of it. She looked up to my face, and actually smiled with some crazy pride.

That was until she realized there was a couple in the next car to us, who saw her get up with cum dripping down her face. They were old, and acted flabbergasted at the sight. Gretchen was embarrassed, and quickly dropped her face back to my lap, right next to my ballsack.

The old couple drove away, and I gave Gretchie’s hair a few strokes.

“Who cares. You only need to care about my opinion from now on. Not theirs.”

Once again, it almost felt like Gretchen was purring.

Okay, enough of that.

Now, the metro.

I had spent a good chunk of yesterday evening checking out information about these metro lines. I never used them myself. I preferred buses. But, from what I had gathered, this particular line at this particular hour was almost always filled to the brim.

And that piece on information did not fail me. The cart was fucking full of people. There was barely any room to stand anymore.

You could really get away with so much in such a crowded place.

The metro got rolling. I made sure me and Gretchen were next to a wall, with me almost pinning her against it. After a few minutes, she finally leaned to my ear.

“Where are we going, d… master?” she whispered.

“Nowhere,” I whispered back. “I just want you to suck my dick. Here.”

She blinked a few times, but I wouldn’t call her expression shocked. She had to expect at least something like this at this point.

The more I thought about ways to give Gretchen humiliating orders, it always came back to one thing. Public stuff. Sure I needed to be careful as fuck, but if I wanted those points, I had to take these kinds of risks.

And honestly, the fantasy of getting blown in a cart full of people all around you… I couldn’t resist. And especially by your former boss.

Gretchen looked around. All the people next to us where either talking to other people or scrolling their phones.

And just like that, Gretch squatted down. She pulled down my zipper and fished out my cock so fast, I had barely any time to react.

By the time my dick was entering her warm, wet mouth, the sad realization hit me.

No points. It wasn’t humiliating enough.

Yeah. It’s a weird feeling to be sad when this is happening to you.

Gretch had decided that the best strategy was to do this fast, not carefully. So while I enjoyed her enthusiastic headbobbing and unavoidable slurping sounds, deep inside I knew it probably wasn’t good.

A shriek. Right next to us.

“Oh my God! What is she doing?!?”

That’s when a lot of people turned and saw a pixie-haired woman with a mouth full of cock.

This wasn’t going at all like in my fantasies.

“Police!” someone shouted. Luckily. the metro had just reached its next stop, and the doors opened up. I grabbed Gretchen, and we both ran like Hell. I think I actually ran a hundred meters before I realized I should zip my dick back in my pants.

Fuck.

Failure.

We were in a taxi back to Gretchen’s car.

Yeah. The public stuff was probably too dangerous. That whole episode could have ended horribly. What if we were arrested? And Maria found out what happened? Would my whole story with her fall apart?

Very possible.

The whole thing could have been a **** sentence.

There was a lot of stuff I had to cross off the list. No more public stuff.

The public stuff that would have an effect on Gretchen would be too dangerous. If I couldn’t go hardcore, I shouldn’t go at all.

We needed to move indoors.

Thankfully, Lana lived closed by.