Chapter Eight
On the way home we stopped at the tattoo studio. We went inside. She hadn’t told me about this, but it made no difference. Obviously she had made an appointment because Alberto was waiting for us when we arrived.
“Vivian, my dear… it’s great to see you again. What are we doing to your slave today.”
“I want one of those nice small rings in the edge of his left nostril, pierce both ears and a tattoo on his pelvic mound.
The nose was easy, as was the ears. She put a hoop holding a small heart in the first hole of the left ear and a rose shaped stud in the second hole. A matching stud was placed in the right ear. Then she had a cluster of red roses held together with a ribbon with the word SLAVE written across it inked on the pelvic mound above my c**k. She came back to get
