That night I complained about it. I was put in bondage and she used a cattle prod on me until I cut up my driver’s license. Her philosophy was, if I didn’t have a car, I had no need for a license.
A week or so later she took me back to the tattoo shop and had the word “SLAVE” tattooed in inch high, capital letters across my pubic region just above the root of my c**k. It was done in bright red with a black outline. She thought it was fitting. At that time Brad pulled out the barbell and cleaned the hole in my d**k. He was pleased. Over two months had lapsed, and it was healing well. Instead of putting the barbell back in, a special screw went through the side of the cage, passing through my c**k head and was threaded into the other side of the cage. It took a special tool to install it,
