Please Read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 18 for context,
We were lying in bed one Saturday morning chatting. I was gently massaging my Goddesses feet and I tentatively brought up the subject of getting a tattoo. She was not inclined to the idea but said to give her some time to consider and research it and she would get back to me about it. I dropped the subject and got on with the days activities. About two weeks later, again on Saturday, I brought up the subject again, this time I was told in no uncertain terms to stop whining about it. I was put on my belly and given six cuts of the cane, and was "hung out to dry," my Goddesses new expression for suspension bondage. It came as a surprise then, that later that day she said we would talk of the subject again later in the evening.
When we sat down for dinner that evening my Goddess brought up the subject of the tattoos. She said that as I had been an almost perfect submissive that she was prepared to grant her permission for my tattoos as a present for our upcoming wedding. I was excited and suggested that I get a small tattoo of a bird or a butterfly somewhere discreet on my body.
"Well sissyboi, my ideas might be slightly different to yours, but we agree on discretion. Are you prepared to put your body as a canvas to my design?"
There was only one possible answer.
"Of course my Goddess, my body shall be your canvas."
Later in the week Goddess said that she had arranged some time off work the next fortnight. It would be useful for me to have some time to recuperate and we could spend some quality time in the lead up to the wedding. The weather was to be fine and sunny and she thought we could spend some quality time together, she hoped that we wouldn't be too disturbed by the builders next door. Someone had bought George's place and was carrying out extensive renovations. It was only ten days to my stag party too, my "last night of freedom and debauchery" as she put it.
"Did Richard agree to this time off easily?"
My Goddess replied that he had as long as the tattoos had a discreet placement that he had no problems with them; she said that Richard would be seeing me at the stag party and that he wished us well in our upcoming nuptials. She said that Saturday was the day for my body alterations and I looked forward to it immensely.
Saturday dawned bright and clear. MY Goddess said that she some errands to run in the city and that she would see me later. The morning passed and the afternoon wore on. I was getting anxious that it wouldn't happen that Saturday. Finally at around four thirty my Goddess arrived back.
"Just time for a quick shower and then we're away."
We sped into town and arrived at TameCat parlour in the city centre at six o'clock. It was all quiet but my Goddess had arranged that she had arranged for the salon to be kept open late to facilitate us.
Two ladies introduced themselves as Era a tattoo artist and Shakti, a piercer. Puzzlement crossed my face as I wasn't expecting any piercings. My Goddess told the ladies that the selected tattoo's and piercings were a present from her to me for our upcoming wedding and although I was shy that I was also anxious to carry her marks and body jewellery down the aisle. She added that although there was quite a lot of work, involving some pain that I was excited to be there and delighted that all the designs and locations had been chosen in order to save time.
They would work in tandem and the process would be all the quicker. I was told that I needed to understand that they normally did not do both piercings and tattoos at the same time but understood the "need for speed" with the upcoming nuptials.
I lay on my belly in the chair and Era pulled down my mini skirt and panties and set to work on my lower back just above my arse. She commenced the buzz of the tattoo gun and I zoned out as I drifted into subspace as I have trained myself to do. The sensation of the tattoo needle was not unpleasant and I hardly noticed as Shakti pierced both of my earlobes. When Era had completed the outline of the tattoo she showed my Goddess for her approval and upon confirmation that all was OK she commenced to fill in the design. After about fifteen minutes Era announced, in her Portuguese/Brazilian accent that "the back is done" I stood as they brought a mirror for me to see. I was adorned with
"cuckieboi"
"Welcomes All Cummers"
