Tom, having lost a bet to his girlfriend, Becky, spent the first couple of days thinking of ways to get out of it. The wager he'd lost was that Becky could persuade his house-mate James to go-down on her, after she and Tom had fucked. Becky won the bet. Tom's forfeit was to have Becky's name tattooed onto his abdomen, just above his cock. The bet was won on Sunday, Becky had arranged for the tattooing to be done on Wednesday - she knew the longer she left it the less likely Tom would be to go through with it.
At lunchtime on Monday she went to the tattoo shop where it would be done. It was owned by a couple and Becky introduced herself and explained to the owner the tattoo 'she' wanted. Speaking with the wife, the husband was tattooing someone at the time, she explained, as much as she dared, about a bet that she had won and this would be the prize. They arranged for the work to be done on Wednesday after work, the shop closed at six to the public, but they often had people in afterwards for work by appointment. It was set, they would be there at six-thirty on Wednesday. Becky had chosen the font and size of the tattoo and arranged for Helen, the part owner of the shop, to do the work. All that was left was to tell Tom. She thought she'd leave it until Tuesday, so he'd have less time to fret or try to wriggle out.
On the eve of the big day, Becky prepared Tom. After dinner she told him it was all booked - seeing a glint of fear in his eye she acted. Explaining that in preparation for the tattoo she would have to shave him; re-enforcing the point she'd made before, that if after a while he didn't like the tattoo all he had to do was not shave and it would in effect disappear. Adding that, as a side benefit, she loved to suck a shaved cock and balls. Becky made a show of shaving Tom. He was fully erect almost from the start. The job done, his cock and balls smooth, Becky gave him a wonderful blow-job, making a point of swallowing all his cum.
She met Tom after work and took him for a drink, they had some time before the appointment for the tattoo and she wanted to help the situation with a little dutch-courage. Helen was waiting for them at six-thirty with the shop quiet and all but closed up. She led them through to a back room. In it were a reclinable chair - a bit like a dentist's chair and a bench with tattooing equipment. The walls were adorned in tattoo designs, however, Tom didn't focus on those, as any other customer may have, he knew what 'design' he was having.
Helen put him at ease, explaining the process and the after care of the tattoo. As Tom lay in the chair and lowered his trousers Becky carefully positioned herself between Helen and Tom's head, partially obstructing his view of her working. She whispered in his ear words of encouragement as Helen first cleaned the area for the tattoo then applied the transfer for the design. Becky continued to whisper encouraging words to Tom as Helen went to work and before he knew it the job was done and Helen was applying a bandage to the area and explaining how long it had to stay on for. She gave him some cream to help the healing process. Tom wanted to peel back the bandage and have a look but Becky intervened.
'Later darling, you don't want it getting infected now do you? Besides, I saw it as it was going on - trust me it looks wonderful.'
Tom was keen to get home and didn't push the point. Becky paid for the tattoo and they left. Late that night, just before bed Tom peeled off the bandage to apply some cream and saw the tattoo for the first time. They both stared at it and Tom immediately noticed two things, first, it was a lot bigger than he'd imagined - the lettering was nearly an inch high; there was no way simply letting the hair grow back would hide this. The second thing he noticed was the punctuation. Tom had assumed that he would have just her name tattooed, i.e. 'Becky', but what was actually written was 'Becky's' - the apostrophe denoting the singular possessive, i.e. his cock 'belonged to Becky'.
For her part, Becky was delighted, form now until the end of his days, any woman who saw Tom's cock, let alone sucked it, would know instantly that it belonged to her, to Becky. Noticing the tinge of fear in Tom's eye she knew she had to say something.
'Oh, darling it's better than I thought. I want to kiss and suck it right now. I want you to fuck me all night.'
She knew that there was no way any of that would happen - that tattoo had to heal, but she wanted Tom to hear the words. As the weekend approached that tattoo healed and Tom started to get used to it. By the following weekend he was ready for sex. Becky pandered to him, knowing his ego had been bruised by her having her name written above his cock - so when he, with a hopeful inflection to the question, asked if he could fuck her arse Becky agreed. She knew he needed to re-affirm, what in his mind was the dominant role. Becky went down on Tom beforehand. She was mesmerised by the sight of her name, inches from her face as she sucked. So much so that she almost missed his approaching orgasm. It had been a few day since Tom last came and she knew it would be a big one. Tom, seconds from cuming, felt her let go of his cock, his disappointment brief as he imagined sliding his cock into her tight arse.
Becky, playing to Tom, picked up a cushion and went over to his desk. She bent over it and, placing the cushion on the desk spread her legs and bent over. Looking him in the eye she spoke.
'Darling, cum fuck my arse, fuck me hard. My arse is so tight I can't wait to feel your hard cock in it. Just make sure you lube it first.'
Tom was ready to cum even before to touched her. He eased first one, then two fingers into Becky, making sure he lubed her as she'd asked. Then he stood back and surveyed the scene before taking hold of her hips and easing himself into position. He could feel the tightness of her arse as he first placed his cock at the entrance to her arse, then pushed it in. He paused for a moment, whilst they both got used to the feeling; then he began to fuck her, slowly, gently at first then picking up the pace. Becky knew after taking him so close with the blow-job he wouldn't last long. She was right, a couple of minutes later she felt Tom explode his cum deep in her. Tom's load spent he withdrew from her and slumped onto the bed.
A week later Becky was lying in bed thinking about how much she liked the setup with Tom and James. It surprised her how easy it was for her to take charge, especially with James. She'd grown to like the dominant role she'd adopted and wanted to explore it more and to do so had done quite a bit of internet research. It had affirmed much of what she'd observed with both of them. She had decided on her next step; the hardest thing was broaching the subject with Tom - she wanted to put it in a way so as to make him think it was his idea. She also had to make sure James would go along.
The next small step with James was simple. One weekend, after he'd cleaned her of Tom's cum Becky told James she wanted him to shave his cock and balls and keep them shaved. She'd grown to prefer Tom that way and saw no reason not to keep James in a similar state.
She told him to fetch a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor. James simply retrieved the items, barely giving an inquisitive look as he did so. Becky, as she'd done with Tom, shaved him - of course by the time he was smooth James was sporting a raging hard-on, made to appear all the more bigger by the lack of hair. They both liked the feeling of smoothness as Becky gave James his reward wank.
Ever since she came across idea of orgasm denial in her research she couldn't shift it from her head. She had, of course, flirted with the idea in an amateurish way with both of them, but to truly have control she'd convinced herself that the cock had to be locked-up, locked-up in a chastity device. The question was would James be willing to cede to her that much control. She started planning. To begin with she planted the idea in Tom's mind, a hint here, a suggestion there; to the point that when she broached the idea Tom almost suggested a chastity device for James. Becky made sure that Tom appreciated the magnitude of the sacrifice James would be making and that Becky would need to do something big for him, it was but a short step for her to introduce the notion of her taking James' virginity - both making the assumption that he was such.
One night, after James had licked the cum from her pussy and as she was rewarding him with a wank Becky decided to sound James out on the idea of orgasm denial. He was at just the right moment; she'd subdued two orgasms and a third was building.
'James.'
