Part 10: June comes to terms with life.
She wakes up and rolls over onto her back. She looks down at her body over the swell of her tits. She saw her nipple piercings and reached out to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.
That feels so good. She looks down at her mound. Devoid of hair, it looks very naked. It needs something to draw one's eye to it.
Then she thinks, "I need a shower." While rolling over, she wakes Jane and says, "Let's shower." They take a shower together, remarking on how much sperm is on them.
June expressed to Jane how bare her mound looked without hair, and she replied that many women get tattoos to express themselves and cover their naked mounds.
Now, she needed to think about what the tattoo should express.
The two dressed, Jane borrowing from June's wardrobe, and left to walk to the library.
They stopped at the coffee stand and got lattes. Jane's was not spiked.
As if scheduled, June's first restroom break to quell her coke-induced horniness was an hour later.
While sitting on the toilet rubbing her clit with the vibrating egg installed, she climaxed when she thought, "SLUT," Daddy's little slut. Why not? It fits. He called her a little slut once for kissing a neighborhood boy who had a racy reputation.
Since then, he told her husband that all women were sluts that needed to be controlled and treated as such.
So yes, she is a slut, daddy's little slut.
Later, she told Sue she wanted a tattoo and what she wanted it to say.
Sue told her she could get it done where they pierced her nipples and the cost would be taken from the royalties she was earning.
That afternoon, at the end of her shift, June changed into her short dress and left the library via the employee entrance. June now keeps some work-suitable clothes at the library in the employee locker room and break room area.
Getting on a bus, she rode it to the wharf area where the piercing and tattoo shops are located.
Entering the shop, the girl at the front desk said, "Hi June, Sue told us to expect you."
June smiled and said, "Hello, yes, I want a tattoo."
The receptionist told June to follow her.
June followed as she was led to a room identical to the previous room where she had her nipples pierced. This room, however, was filled with images of tattoos of all types.
Please, "Have a seat on the exam table," said the receptionist, as she left.
Another woman walked in and announced herself as Lesung. She asked June if she knew what she wanted for a tattoo.
June answered, "Yes, I do." I want the words "Daddy's little slut" on my mons, high enough to allow room for a woman on her knees eating pussy and a man fucking her with a large cock.
Lesung raised an eyebrow and said, "That will require more than one sitting."
June then said, "Well, let's do this, shall we?" She lay back and pulled her dress to her waist, exposing her naked mons.
Lesung showed her some letter styles, and after agreeing, she stenciled the required wording via carbon paper onto her mound.
She started the tattoo gun, she told June, her last chance.
June said, "Do it."
An hour later, June was dropping her dress hem and walking to the front of the shop. June purchased clamps and weights, then walked out of the tattoo shop with her mons inflamed and permanently marked with her lot in life.
June realized she had finally accepted slut life at that point. After all, isn't that how men refer to women?
On arriving at her apartment, Casandra asked her if she could see the tattoo, and June lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her newly marked mound.
"Wow!" said Casandra, Daddy's little slut.
Yes, my father once called me a slut for kissing a boy. Then, when I met my husband, he encouraged him to treat me like a slut. So this is fitting, and it is not done. I have an appointment to get a picture of a woman eating pussy while a big cock fucks her from behind.
June fastens the clamps to each of her labia minor with a small amount of weight and slips the vibrating egg into her cunt on the medium setting.
Casandra's eyes get wide in surprise, and she asks, "Why the clamps and weights?"
I can stretch my cunt lips enough to hang out predominately further than the outer lips. replied June.
But why?
So I can have them pierced like my ears. If I'm living the slut life, with my cunt exposed to the world, then they should be pleasing to look at, June explained.
Ah, okay, but why the sudden change? You used to be ashamed and modest. Cassandra said.
It still shames me, and it turns me on. I'll still be modest in the correct setting, but I'm accepting that I am a slut and I'm letting the slut live within me.
Casandra was blown away. June shuddered in climax from the vibrating egg as I sat there watching.
The next day, June dressed in a very short, tight skirt and loose blouse and walked the six blocks to work with the vibrating egg in her cunt causing her to shudder and leak cum but not lose the vibrator.
Her kegel muscles are becoming very strong, which means she can squeeze a cock in her cunt as if she squeezed it with her fist.
She stopped at the coffee stand for her traditional latte. She entered the library through the employee entrance, then went to the locker room to change into her librarian's clothes.
She stripped down, hanging her street clothes. As she was buttoning her work blouse, Jane arrived and was blown away by June's inked cuntal mound.
Jane commented Wow!. I didn't think you would go through with it. And I would never have guessed that you would put that statement on your body. Why?
June replied, "It makes me horny and ashamed when people call me a slut." So why not tell them I'm a slut? while sipping her latte and pulling up her modest-length business-style skirt.
Jane asked, "Why the weights?"
June explained her desire to adorn her nakedness with jewelry to enhance the visual experience.
June's cuntal mound took the rest of the week to heal. She went to work, home, and out to bistros and pubs in her scanty street clothes. The comments and looks were a turn-on.
She would get home and fuck herself with the nine-inch dildo Sue gave her. She would keep the egg in her twat and most of the time, she could smell her own sexual juices as they dried on her twat and legs.
But June needed more. She craved degradation. The more people shamed her, the more intense her climaxes would be.
She thought she was going to lose her mind. Her cunt was always itching and demanding release.
Sue ordered the coffee stand to back off and stop the coke. June no longer needed it. She left the beast to thrive, and her cunt now rules her mind.
Her labia minora now protrudes about twenty centimeters beyond her labia majora. June had increased the weight over time and moved the clamps forward and backward, applying them to different areas.
Observing her reflection in a full-length mirror She could see her labia minora very clearly. It was time for the adornment jewelry would bring to her tattooed cunt.
That night, after work, she changed and left the library, taking a bus to the piercing and tattoo shop.
Once inside, she removed her skirt and laid back while the piercing artist proceeded to pierce and place three curved barbells in each labia minora symmetrically.
She had the bill charged to her account and sucked the guy's cock as a thank you.
Sue has been marketing and selling June's body modification procedures. She had cameras installed in the library employee restroom and locker room. The video and still shots captured were viewed by thousands of subscribers.
One of those subscribers was the chairman of the library board of directors, Tomas Galanis. He was shocked and pleased. He wanted to fuck this young woman ever since he first interviewed her for the position. Now she would have to submit to his carnal desires.
He set an appointment with June for a Wednesday afternoon, knowing the library would not be very busy and the other staff would be checking in new materials.
June was nervous. What did she do wrong? Maybe it was the pending expansion and remodeling project. Mr. "G," as they call him, rarely came to the library and even less rarely saw the staff.
June went upstairs to the boardroom at the appointed time, knocking on the door quietly.
Mr. G said, "Come in." He opened the door and closed it behind her. "Please" sit down, he said.
You and I need to talk about a serious situation that has come to my attention.
At this time, June felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She sat staring like a deer caught in the headlamps of a speeding semi-truck on the interstate.
June replied, "Sir, I," but Mr. "G" cut her off, stating, "Stop, now!" very sternly. He flipped a switch and the video screen came to life, showing June pushing the vibrating egg into her shaved bald, tattooed cunt and rubbing her clit in the library lunch room.
The five-minute clip showed other scenes of her masturbating while at work.
Mr. "G" turned it off and said, "You're fired." Unless, of course, you have a reasonable explanation and can show cause for me to keep you here.
June, shaken, said, "What do you mean?" How so? He looked at her and said, "Strip." I want a live show. A private show. I might even fuck your trashy slut cunt. Strip now or get your shit and don't come back.
June stood up and turned to the door. Walking across the floor, Mr. "G" thought she might actually leave. She stopped and locked the door. She turned and unbuttoned her tight vest, allowing it to drop to the floor as she stepped towards him. She unbuttoned her ruffled blouse, allowing it to join her vest on the floor.
Mr. "G" had never seen a real pair of pierced nipples. He was transfixed by the sight.
She stepped closer, reaching down to the side zipper of her modest librarian's skirt, and let it drop to the floor as well. She is now naked, except for her shoes, stockings, and body jewelry.
