Read the previous chapters if you want to have a clue what's going on. No sex in this one, sorry about that, just some events leading up to the next chapter.
I awoke hurting in places I didn't even know I had before this. There were rug burns on my knees, back, and ass. My pussy felt like I had fucked the whole bar, something I had been foolishly considering before coming home to be ravished by my husband. I don't know what got into him last night. He was bold, forceful, used me, and talked to me like a cheap whore; a far cry from our usual tender loving sex. I loved it!
He was gone when I woke up. Letting me sleep in after a night like last night just proved to me all over again how much he loved me. Either he was as quiet as a church mouse when he got up for work or I was just that worn out. Luxuriating in my comfortable bed I called him at work to tell him what a great time I had and thank him but he was out of the office for the day meeting clients.
After a long, hot shower I got dressed and tried to decide just how to reward him for being so good to me. Visions of elegant dinners followed by nights of steamy sex paraded through my head, trips to his favorite vacations spots, something truly special. I felt so lucky to have him but I was conflicted.
This had all come about thanks to my mysterious Master and how He had unlocked this wild child living inside of me. What did I owe Him? This new, bold incarnation of my loving husband was something I had never realized that I wanted and needed, but without my Master would it ever have come about? Maybe it was time to text Game Over and end this before it got out of control. Of course, it wouldn't be fair to Him. My Master had given me so much and gained...what? What had he gained?
Fortunately my special phone buzzed with a text before my thoughts got any more confused. Just the buzz sound trigged wetness in my loins and an elevation of my heart rate, a Pavlovian response in my body that I had no control over. It drove all confusion from my mind, replacing it with an overwhelming desire to obey, to relinquish all control to the Master who had given me so much passion and excitement.
Drive to Big Jim's Tattoo and Piercing shop. Present yourself at the counter. Your purchases have been paid for in advance. When you are finished return to Mistress June for your reward, or for your punishment, whichever you deserve. She will know when you get there which is appropriate.
A tattoo? A piercing? This could be very bad. How would I explain this to John? As these thoughts raced through my mind I barely registered that I was already walking out to my car. The will to obey seemed to be overwhelming my reason. I drove to the shop in a daze, following the orders of my GPS blindly. Walking up to the counter I was in for a shock.
"Hi Fran," a smiling Sandy said. "I thought it might be you but I wasn't sure until you walked in. "This way," she said, leading me into the back room. "I guess you remember my brother Jim?"
"Hey Baby," Jim grinned at me as he laid me face down on his table and raised my shirt and pulled my jeans down a bit. "Let's get to work."
The buzzing of the tattoo gun was making me horny which helped with the pain of the needles in my lower back. From the location I realized that I was getting a Tramp Stamp. My feelings were mixed but I had come this far. I decided to just go with it. Coming up with an explanation for my husband wouldn't be easy but I realized that I was going to have to tell him everything sooner or later. He loved me enough, I was sure of it. He would accept what I had done to spice up our marriage. An hour later Jim put a bandage over my first tattoo without letting me see it. He left the room and Sandy came in.
