“Not at all,” I replied as I pulled down my thong and sat back in her chair, spreading my legs.
“Oh that’s interesting,” she commented as she ran her fingers across my c**k ring and onto the lock. “That’s a great idea. No fuss or muss or heavy steel belt. I like it.”
I finished my soda and let her lock me back over the support.
“We’re nearly done. Probably a half hour more. The worst is over. A few highlight here and there. You’ve done well. Very few people could have endured all the needles of this entire tattoo in one sitting.”
In a few minutes my Mistress returned. “Wow! That’s magnificent. I never dreamed it would turn out so well,” she commented. “They were right, you are good.”“Thanks. I’m about done. Then we’ll just stand back to see if there’s anything it needs. I’l
