051

JULIA
Jade and Riyuki woke me up at six-thirty, going muff diving to start the day.
"Why so early?" I moaned, Jade's tongue dipping deep in my sheath.
Riyuki sat on my face, smothering further protest.
"It's your duty to serve us, and you need to shower and eat before you get tattooed."
Since I couldn't protest further, I ceased trying. We tried a number of different positions enjoying all the ways three women could lap at liquid folds for forty-five minutes before they allowed me to shower. They rushed me through breakfast and brought me to the room they frequently used for piercing. It had a comfortable dentist type chair. Monique was waiting for me along with a tattoo artist, hired from the outside; a woman who was not surprised at all to see us nude.
Monique said, "Have a seat in the chair. I'm going to secure you to it so you can't move. Since you're being tattooed near your cunt, it will be painful and we don't want you to move. We do the same thing for piercings, to get an ideal piercing. We've used this artist before. She's very good. Give her the design you wish to have done."
I handed her the design Lisa had come up with. It showed two slave slave shackles with Lisa's and my initials in it, with chains extending to a handle, with Master's name. Another chain extended from my shackle to another one with Rhonda Meadows initials in it. What made it pretty, to me, was the flower garlands intertwined in the chains, which made it less severe and prettier. She began transferring the design to tracing paper.
I sat down and the chair was lowered to a position comfortable for the artist. Monique secured me to the chair, all of my limbs close to my torso, then my waist itself. I could barely squirm.
"It's my job to give you orgasms to ease the pain of being tattooed. I'll give you one about every half hour until she's done. I can use my tongue which I discourage due to mouth bacteria so close to the tattoo location or a vibrator, the recommended method this morning."
"I'll take the vibrator, please." Made sense to me.
Monique produced a vibrator and gave me a fast orgasm, almost all orgasms fast for a needy slave like me. Then the artist started the tattoo. It was painful, but other things I experienced as a slave had prepared me for pain. Spankings, nipple clamps, being confined in positions for long times; even orgasm denial was a type of pain. She worked for a couple minutes, wiped blood away with a clean cloth to clear the field, then go again. I let myself go into sub space, the needle becoming an annoying throbbing as much as it was painful.
True to her word, Monique gave me another orgasm every thirty minutes. While I was cumming, the artist was changing needles or dye, drinking water, or whatever else she had to keep herself busy until my climax was over, then start again. As I was immobile and could barely move, the work went quickly. About two hours later, she was finished. Lisa was now in the room, waiting for her own turn. She inspected the work while the artist held up a mirror to show me. It was exactly as I'd envisioned it. The tattoo proclaimed my slavery and submission to my Master, right by my cunt so he'd see it every time he fucked me.
The tattoo artist did a final wipe down, applied an anti-bacterial spray, blotted dry, then spread a thin layer of petroleum jelly and a bandage over the tattoo.
"Here's a list of instructions for caring for your tattoo," the artist said after I'd been released from the chair, handing me a sheet of paper. "Please follow them closely as they help ensure the tattoo doesn't get infected and it stays beautiful for a long time. I have two other instructions due to the location next to your pussy. You can't shave your pubes for at least a week, or until there's no more scabbing. You won't be able to see the tattoo as well as your hair grows back, but it will look fine when you shave again. You just can't have razors scraping the area until it's fully healed."
I guess we'd all have to get a little used to cunt hair again.
"The second one is no licking the area of the tattoo. I'd tell you to give it a week before someone licks down there, but I'm sure you won't listen to me anyway, but give it three days at least, then wash it afterward. You can lick your Mistress's pussy all you want, but no one can lick you."
"I have a Master," I said automatically. Not that it made a difference. Two other slaves normally licked me.
"Well he can't lick you either, but you can suck all the cock you want." Master would be happy about that anyway.
"Thank you," I said.
I glanced at the instructions as Lisa was strapped to the chair. 1. Remove the bandage after 24 hours. Gently wash the tattoo with antimicrobial soap and water and pat dry. 2. Apply a layer of antibacterial ointment twice a day, but don't put on another bandage. 3. Gently wash your tattoo area several times a day with soap and water and gently pat dry. 4. Keep applying a moisturizer or ointment after you clean it to keep it moist. A little harder to do with my pubic hair growing back.
The rest was general care and not as specific. Repeat this process for 2 to 4 weeks. Try not to wear clothes that will stick to your tattoo. Not really a problem for naked slaves. Avoid swimming and the sun for about 2 weeks. That would be a pain. Take cool showers. Another pain. We usually showered with Master and he liked hot water. So did I, for that matter. If your tattoo scabs a bit or develops hard layers, don't worry, but never pick, scratch, or peel it. You could get an infection or remove the color. If you think your tattoo is infected, or isn't healing properly, go see your doctor.
The rest of the aftercare: always put sunscreen on it. Not a problem; nothing worse than sunburn on my cunt. And moisturize it daily, especially if it's on an area of your body, such as your hands, where it can fade quickly. Did saliva count as moisturizer?
A couple tricky things, but nothing I couldn't live with.
"Where to now?" I asked.
"Sam's slaves are receiving payment for services rendered to Mistress," Monique replied. "You will go to his house with your slave and provide said payment."
"Where might I find my slave?"
"Don't worry. She's already being sent there."
I headed towards Sam's carrying my sheet of instructions, the tattoo a dull ache on my mons. On the way, I met Rhonda going to the same place.
"How was your night?" I asked her.
"Exhausting," Rhonda replied. "Ingrid in particular was insatiable. I think she liked the contrast of my skin to her pale skin. It was until three o'clock last night and again, starting at seven this morning. How is your tattoo, Domina?"
"Beautiful, but sore. I'd show it to you, but I have to keep the bandage on until this time tomorrow."
We arrived at Sam's house. The three of them were there. It appeared Sam had just fucked Marcia. Fresh, white cream running from her cunt. Chantelle was cleaning her Master's cock. She stopped as we knelt in the presence of a Master.
"Good morning, slaves," Sam said, "were you informed of your purpose in being here this morning?"
Rhonda shook her head 'no'. I replied I was told we were supplying payment for services rendered.
"Exactly," Sam said. "You and Rhonda will take turns satisfying my two slaves, a half hour on one, before swapping over to the other. In an hour, Chantelle has to assist with lunch preparations. Marcia will take you to a display room where you may inspect the jewelry you wish placed in your piercings this afternoon. You'll eat at noon and the piercings take place afterward. You'll be sleeping here tonight in our guest room as no one will be able to use your cunts tonight, though you'll be satisfying mine again before you retire."
"Will you be watching us service your slaves, Master Sam?" I asked.
"Of course," he replied. "In fact, I anticipate having to use one of them during the process. I enjoy watching women with other women."
I was assigned to clean Marcia's cleft, then give her orgasms for a half hour. Rhonda started with Chantelle, midnight black on coffee with cream. Master Sam watched us, idly stroking his cock which grew quickly as he watched us. When the half hour was up, Rhonda started on Marcia. Before I was allowed to start on Chantelle, Sam fucked her, saying, "he'd yet to fuck her this morning, so it's her turn." Because he'd been stroking his cock as he watched us, it only took him five minutes to cum, and I ended up licking his cum out of Chantelle as well. It was a good thing I enjoyed the taste and texture of cum now, as I got a double dose of his, second hand.
Both of Sam's slaves greatly enjoyed our talents, each of them cumming multiple times. Our faces were well smeared in girl cum and mine also had some of Sam's seed around it from when Chantelle had ground my face against her pussy during her first climax after her fucking. Sam told us to wear our cum until lunch. Chantelle went to help with lunch.
Marcia took us to the jewelry displays. I loved the way the slave badge dangled between her legs, chiming as she walked. I would get something similar for my own slave, and for me when I could finally be pierced. Lisa would be in charge of her own piercings, and I don't know what she wanted. Both Lisa and Rhonda were getting pierced today. I had to wait until after I delivered Junior before my cunt was pierced, and until after he was weaned before my nipples could be pierced. It was the only thing I regretted about my pregnancy other than how fat and graceless I felt.
I allowed Rhonda to pick out the temporary posts and rings she would be wearing post piercing. I picked out the things she would be wearing when she bonded to me. I also picked out some other jewelry she would be receiving from her Domina for Christmas and later. I also saw some other things I'd like to get for all of my other employees. I could order them from the catalog, however and get them shipped.
Master sent me a text telling me he'd invited Shasta and her family over for hamburgers for lunch and she'd told everyone what happened to her, so I no longer needed to keep it secret from Lisa or Rhonda. I was happy she'd offered to share because I had an idea of what I'd like to give her for Christmas, but I probably needed Lisa's help to make it work.
We went to lunch and before I was allowed to eat, Mistress Brianna made me pleasure her under the table. Monique was pleasured by Rhonda and Adele by Lisa, fresh from her tattooing.