Ined All Over

Cassandra was freshly nineteen when she moved across the country, escaping her traditional parents and enabling her to finally get the education she desired. While she couldn't afford much with her meager savings, she was thrilled when a room in an apartment just a quick walk to her university popped up online. She was even more thrilled that it happened to be above a tattoo studio. Even if her parents wanted to come drag her back, they'd never go near a building like that lest they end up exposing themselves to ideas other than their own.

She signed the lease that afternoon after a brief meeting with Jace, the owner of the building and tattoo studio below. He was just recently single, and needed the extra cash afforded by having a roommate but didn't need to charge too much since his business was going well, so the deal worked out for both.

Cassandra was curious about Jace's work. He'd often be up late at night, designing tattoos for tomorrow's customers and dreaming up bigger projects. He never really pushed the idea of getting a tattoo on Cassandra, but that didn't stop her from growing curious about it.

The idea was wildly exciting for her. Not only would a tattoo totally freak out her parents, but she craved the kind of intimacy getting a tattoo afforded. There was something almost erotic about the idea of someone permanently marking you, changing your body forever while having you fully at their mercy. Despite this, she remained hesitant about getting one, the cost alone was enough to put her off.

Conflict arose in her mind when Jace came to her with a proposal. For months, his spare time had been used to design a full bodysuit design that he wished to enter a prestigious competition with. The issue? Even at a reduced rate he struggled to find someone with no tattoos who was willing to take the project one. The deadline was only a couple months away, and he knew he had a winner. So, his proposal was, in return for free rent until the conclusion of the competition, that Cassandra act as his canvas. They could work on it after hours, slowly chipping away at the work until she was fully covered, from chin to toes, in intricate patterns and designs. He would get his pristine canvas, and she would get to experience the ultimate surrender to another person in addition to saving money on rent.

It sounded like a dream, but it was also a hard decision to make. Cassandra liked the idea of being tattooed, but a full body suit sounded a little too much to commit to for her first tattoo. So, after a day or so of thinking, she came to him to ask if they could just do a smaller piece. Something she could cover up when Cassandra inevitably had to go home and see her family. To her surprise, Jace agreed happily to this proposal and suggested they start right away. Given that she wanted it to be fully hidden, he proposed they start on her back, giving her a 'tramp stamp' which was both beautiful and easy to keep out of prying eye's view.

They were going to get started that night. He suggested the Cassandra have a couple drinks beforehand, to distract her from the pain. They shared a whiskey, and he generously refilled her glass while he prepared the stencil. Cassandra didn't notice, but she was quickly approaching passing out, barely registering as Jace applied the stencil to her back. She gladly laid on her stomach for him, drifting in and out of consciousness as the effects of her now numerous drinks took hold.

Cassandra woke up feeling sore, to put it lightly. She had no idea what time it was, how long she'd been out or what had happened. Her whole back, both her arms and her chest ached in a way she had never experienced, burning and aching all at once. She quickly realised she was restrained, tied down to the very same tattooing table she last remembered lying down on. Horror dawned on her as she got a glimpse at her now changed body. Looking down the table, she could see her chest was no longer bare skin. Every inch was covered with intricate patterns, flowers and other motifs. Cassandra could barely breathe. This was a joke, right? Temporary tattoos applied to show her the possibilities? But the gentle burn of her skin told her the truth. Almost her entire upper body, from collarbone to just above her hips, was covered.

Cassandra knew she should be horrified by her situation, and she was on some level, but on another level she was excited. Not only would her parents not want to come anywhere near her new home, now it was unlikely they'd even recognise her if they did figure out where she was. Still restrained, she lay there contemplating her situation. It was bizarre. She should be kicking, screaming, desperate to escape Jace's ropes. Hell, she should want to be contacting the police! Instead, she was more upset that she missed out on the whole experience. She wanted to feel close to him, watching him as he changed her skin forever. She wanted to see and feel herself changing into the tattooed woman she was meant to be.

She wasn't quite sure how long it took, but eventually Jace reappeared. Carrying a bottle of water and a bag that was emanating a fantastic smell, he seemed relaxed given he had drugged her and tattooed her against her consent.

"Oh, hey there Cassie, how are you feeling babe? It's been a long couple of days, so I figured I'd grab us some food before we start again." He walked past her, giving her a peck on the cheek before putting the food down.

A few days?? Babe?? Cassie was bewildered, but it made sense given how much of her body was now covered. No way this was a single nighttime session. She also couldn't remember ever been close enough to Jace for him to call her babe, but she couldn't deny that she had always had a crush on him. Especially now, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly attracted to him.

"Oh Jace, babe," those words didn't feel quite right in her mouth, but she pressed on. "I feel so good. I can't believe what you've done to me. You've absolutely transformed me. Please let me experience our next session fully." Cassie couldn't quite believe what was coming out of her mouth, but she didn't disagree.

Jace seemed sceptical but agreed that Cassie could stay awake this session. After he fed her a small meal, he set up his station and prepared the stencil. Today, he would be working just above her vulva, decorating her pubic mound and extending his work as far as Cassie could make it. As he applied the stencil, simply a guide for which to fill in with his expressive freehand work, Cassie felt absolutely electric. Tied down in her lover's backroom, already half covered in tattoos and about to be tattooed in such a private spot. She couldn't believe how much life had changed.

Actually feeling Jace tattoo for the first time almost led Cassie to an orgasm. She couldn't seem him work, after all she was still quite restrained just in case, she had a change of heart but feeling him work her skin right next to such a sensitive area was incredible. The vibration of the machine and the gentle pressure of his opposite hand, stretching her skin and him occasionally leaning into her vulva. It was almost too much to bear. She needed Jace, on her skin and inside of her.