Exquisite Tattoo

We walked into the tattoo shop and I looked at the tattoo samples covering the wall. I had a picture of what I wanted in my head. He knew what I wanted too. He always knows what I want.

He went to speak to the tattoo artist. I was looking at the drawings on the wall, but I was watching him. He moved like a panther, deliberate and seemingly at ease. His composed movements hid his physical power. He unintentionally towered over the Asian tattoo artist while He explained what I wanted done. I couldn't hear their conversation, but I trusted Him. He always knows what I want.

I was getting more nervous as He watched the tattoo artist sketching what would soon be adorning my back. When He was satisfied with the drawing, He called me over. He took my hand and led me into the back room.

"Take your shirt off" He quietly commanded. I looked around the small room. The walls were only about 6' tall, leaving the space between the walls and the ceiling open. There was a vinyl exam table, a rolling chair, and various equipment crowded into the small room. I took my t-shirt off and folded it on the table. In my black and red bra and short black skirt I climbed onto the table.

"No, take the bra off too." I was planning to undo my bra after lying on my stomach, but He wasn't going to let me be modest. I took it off and sat on the table, waiting. I liked it when He looked at me. I held my shoulders back to make sure my breasts didn't slouch. He reached over and pinched my nipple until it until it was hard. Aware of the very not sound-proofness of the little room, I didn't react. He slid His hand up my chest until it was on my neck. I opened my mouth automatically, but still managed not to make a sound. He squeezed and a moan escaped. With His other hand He pinched the other nipple, more roughly this time. I couldn't help but make noises in reaction to the excitement He caused.

The door opened and I tried to pull away but He held me tight. He continued to pinch and tweak and play with my nipples while the tattoo artist readied his equipment in between stealing glances at me. I was embarrassed and wanted to cover up. He slid his hand up my neck and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled my head back with a handful of my hair and I was completely distracted. I forgot about the small audience.

The tattoo artist cleared his throat and said he was ready. Still holding the handful of hair, He pulled me down so that I was finally lying on my stomach. He moved back so the tattoo artist could get in position. He stood behind and watched. The tattoo artist turned on the ink machine and leaned in to start drawing the flowery vine that would weave around my spine. I held my breath. He got started and it hurt. So far it was not as bad as I initially feared. I heard this wasn't going to hurt as much as the tattoo on my front hip, but it did hurt. After about 15 minutes I asked for a break.

"No, she's fine. Keep going," He said. I started to protest but then I felt his hand inside my thigh. "Open your legs," He commanded. I did.

He moved his hand and caressed the inside of both of my thighs. My natural reaction would have been to arch my ass up, but the tattoo artist's needle was busy creating the delicate design. Any movement could be permanently disastrous. He continued to run his hands over my ass and thighs. As much as I loved his touch, the pain from the tattoo gun was stronger. My hands clutched the side of the table. Every muscle in my body was tense.

He told the tattoo artist to stop. I relaxed a little until He raised my skirt to expose my ass covered by nothing more than a bit of string. He told me to stretch my arms out on the table above my head. While moving them He spanked my ass.

"Ow!" I squealed. He gave me three more sharp slaps on my ass before He went back to caressing me. The sharp pain of the spanking excited me. He played with the G-string, causing the fabric to rub against my pussy. He pulled at it, knowing the fabric was exciting me even further. With His fingers He tested how excited He made me. He commented on my wetness as He inserted 2 fingers. He moved his fingers in and out as my hips rose up to greet him. I had all but forgotten about the tattoo when He put his hand on my ass to keep me from moving and told the tattoo artist to continue.

So that's how I remained until the tattoo was finished. I could only imagine the look on the tattoo artist's face, seeing me almost naked on the table, slowly finger fucked and caressed to distract me from the pain of the tattoo. My body in conflict, caught between pain and pleasure. I wanted to be fucked harder, I wanted to raise my hips to his fingers, but I couldn't move. Exquisite torture.

Finally the tattoo was done. Once the needle was out the way He started fucking me with his fingers more aggressively. It felt like 3 fingers, then four. I couldn't help but be loud now, even though the tattoo artist was still in the room, cleaning up his equipment. I could feel tension building inside of me and a part of me was worried about the mess I would soon be making on the table. I bit down on my arm to keep from screaming. I could feel the warm liquid on my feet from my squirting. He kept fucking me with his fingers and I kept squirting until I couldn't take it anymore. As He took his fingers out of me, He ripped the useless and soaking wet panties off of me.

By the time I caught my breath and got up, the tattoo artist was gone.