The lady there is demanding to talk to you.

“Okay” You say, more than a little annoyed. “Put her on, I guess.”

“In person” Carrie clarifies

You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous. Are you really going to leave work for this?

Turns out you are. Because the last person who’s gonna tell you how to treat your **** girlfriend is some lady at a tattoo and piercing parlor... an attractive red-haired lady at a tattoo and piercing parlor. Who doesn’t seem to be interested in moralizing actually.

“You the boyfriend?” She asks not seeming nosy or priggish.

You nod trying to sort out what’s going on.

“Are you enslaving your girlfriend?” She asks it like she’s asked that question hundreds of times. And maybe she has. She reacts to your confused face by saying “look, we see this here a lot. Ever since that 50 Shades of Gray bullshit, a week doesn’t go by without some dumb suburban girl with whip marks on her coming in here thinking getting her clit pierced is romantic.”

Still you have no response. You wrinkle your face. “And it’s your job earn them against it?”

“Yeah” She says. “Because I know a thing or two about it, and they don’t. But this girl of yours... she’s different.”

Suddenly you feel very proud of your girl. You know she’s special. It’s nice to know others can see it too. Then again, today she’s wearing a collar, a transparent shirt and that ‘USE ME’ tattoo. Who wouldn’t know she was special?

“So I don’t want to warn you” the tattoo artist says. “I want to help you.”

You wonder if this is a good time to tell her that you’re not really enslaving your girlfriend... your just putting in a show for her sister. It’s not really real... right?

You decide not to say anything.

So the woman leans in to whisper something to you. She wraps her hand around your wrist. “Find our what she loves most about herself and take it from her.” She smiles

The words ring in your ear all day, as you go back to work, as you come home, as you fuck Carrie that evening, her new nipple rings flinging up and down as you thrust into her.

“Was her pussy tasty?” You ask

“It was very bushy. I thought she’d be shaved. Nope, not even close.” Carrie says through deep breaths. “The pussy was nice but so tickley on my nose.”

“Well I’m sure you did a good job” you say pulling her leash.

“Thank you, Master.”

And still the woman’s words bounce around in your brain.

Later, lying naked on the floor you ask your girlfriend “tell me, what do you like most about your life?”

Carrie immediately has an answer “fucking”

Well shit, you cant take that from her. Not without punishing yourself, right?

You think about it for a bit, looking at your lovely ****’s sweat glistening body, pierced, tattooed, collared, and you know what to say.