I remember that Jenny was promised a tattoo long ago, right? So, Michael finally got to the implementation of this venture.

For today's session, they put on you - creating a contrast - white stockings with elastic: not so thick, but not as thin as weightless, as usual. Rather translucent. And a white bra without cups, raising high up open breasts when you stand upright, but now just framing swollen hemispheres and allowing them to sway because you are on all fours on a bed covered with pink cloth: elastic, sliding, but waterproof and even water repellent (in case something spills from you). By order of his Master, and today - rather and above all - of the Artist, spread his legs wide. All in white, so to speak, in her hands, too, white gloves to the elbow, only in front of her eyes - a tight bandage: you are not supposed to see unfinished work as a model, although you had time to notice before tying the bandage, bright light and large mirrors. both sides of the bed, over which your body is destined to lose another innocence. But where exactly? How? What kind of pattern you want to put the Lord on his submissive slave and servant? However, today's white color is an excellent background for black and purple: even with a blindfold and back to the Master, you can already see with some inner vision, pretend yourself, updated, in these colors.

Only the last question, from which Jenny is already exhausted from curiosity and fear, literally flies to the heights of lust:

- Will it hurt?

And the first drops of sweet juice irrigate a dry sheet of a pristine so far. And your painter ... (Is it like living skin? Or even writing? - an absurd and so irrelevant question now pops up somewhere on the side of the consciousness, hee-hi!).

And an invisible but powerful and filled with creative inspiration painter and creator, let us return to him - he seemed to have guessed the impatience of his model, her readiness - and you feel like the strong and confident fingers of the Master start kneading your buttocks, rubbing special oil with sharp oil into them and unusual smell. In the air thickened overnight, aromas spicy, coniferous, but at the same time also something completely medical, evocative of memories of the operating room, if not of the delivery room ...

- Yes, Master, yes, I beg! My ass so yearned for the master's stigma, the sign of belonging to the Master. Your sexy toy so dreamed about it, although she did not dare to hope. All at the mercy of the Master, submissive canvas for his unbearably sting brush ...

Whether responding to the humble request of Jane or following his own creative plan, which so happily coincided with it, but Michael finally tears off his hands from the frozen buttocks of female buttocks. And now, in the soft relaxing music that accompanied today's session from the very beginning, a new sound is woven, or rather even a soft itch, horrifying at first. So they tend to buzz drills, these unmerciful instruments of torture in the hands of sadistic dentists. But now, because the girl's teeth are not in danger, right? Themselves teeth reduce to squeak, for nothing that they do not plunge into anything: today in the mouth of Jenny there is no gag, although usually the Owner does not stop with such toys ...

However, she does not have time to think this idea through to the end, feeling the first injection of a rapidly rotating needle into the left roundness of her long-suffering butt.

- Oh, fuck! How stranaaa ...

The pain scares at the first moment, but gradually you get used to it, as the mysterious ligature of pricks and scratches covers more and more new areas of the most tender parts of her body, humble and defenseless: a pliable canvas in the hands of a demanding, but brilliant artist. But what, after all, where and how - terribly curious. And the more curious, the less scary.

You remember how Michael taught you to “read through the skin,” tracing the letters on his back with barely perceptible touches of a sharp knife. Guessing the letter "A" in the scratches coming from the buttocks to the base of the neck, which were then pulled off by a painful cross-piece on the belt. And the next “H” in the two thinnest vertical slots from the shoulder blades to the “halfpops” trembling from the enjoyment, and the transverse stroke, as if the Master had not even removed. Well, the fact that this alphabet will end with the letters "U" and "C" could be predicted without even reading.

But no, today we are not talking about the text - it’s not for nothing that it’s better to see once than a hundred or even two hundred, you heard it yourself ... Of course, you’ll meet the eyes on the ass except in the picture of some avant-garde pervert Salvador Dali or Rene Magritte, but you have, you have, my incomparable Jane, the esoteric ability to “smell an asshole,” for which I love you both. ”You see you know you feel skin“, As the poet once wrote, what kind of moire pattern now falls on your elastic hemispheres. And the black diamond amulet, responding to the resulting tension of lust, painfully tightens its gold chain at the waist.

- What is Natalia? - the internal voice is jealously raised. But we won't bother listening to him, because the Master's creative inspiration leads the needle and drop-and-black mascara from your incomparable pierced butt already somewhere further. Below and deeper.

- Aaaaaa!

Although Jenny has long been wet with excitement, but a thick, elastic cylinder piercing into her plunges, at first, into a hysterical pre-orgasmic shudder, not only a lascivious pussy, but also its owner. A moment, and an acute attack of pain from surprise, is replaced by voluptuous moans, which, however, the Host immediately stops with an imperious shout:

- Stand! Where have you gone, my filly frisky? I haven't finished drawing yet. Stand still without moving, not twitching - or else I will knight so that it does not seem like a little.

The girl is not the first year in the service of the Lord, he trained well, and knows the order. Therefore, she humbly froze on her four, legs spread wide, and only enjoys the way the pig obeys compressed air, which the Master slowly pumps up, widens her juicy and habitual pussy, turning the lower lips outwardly wider by excitation. In a minute, finally, to understand why the artist needed to carry her through this sweet torture: it was on them, on the elastic rollers framing the cave entrance that Mike’s creative inspiration now flows smoothly. And with him - and the pain of shrill duet needles and ink.

But this pain is no longer frightening, but only excites the agitated model, in the most intimate places of which is right, then left, and farther, lower and lower ... Oh, and now higher! Invisible pain pattern has crossed the equator of the girl's crotch and now inevitably rises up her body: to the clitoris, to the pubis, if not to the black diamond. A magical amulet wrapped around Jenny’s waistline draws desire and spreads it all over the body, causing the submissive model to vibrate finely in time with the needle drawn by the Master’s hand.

Jane has long guessed what kind of pattern embroidered in her secret places by Michael, and not at all with a cross. ”I was a seamstress and stitching. - I remember her old song, and the girl grudgingly giggles to herself. - Then she went to the theater, and became ... Actress!«.

Although there are no problems with this: she has become a fool for the services of her Lord a long time ago. At the service - and to the delight of him. But only to him and no one else, notice!

- Great, dear! - The master, judging by his voice, is pleased with himself and his work, but at the same time is utterly focused.- Now we arrange the legs wider ... and you pull the ass up. Remain ...