6 comments/ 32216 views/ 9 favorites Tattoo's By: Removalist Tattoo's? A little about myself before I share this experience with you. I'm 53 and have worked in the removal industry for over 30 years, 20 of those running my own company. I get all of my work through one of the major international relocation specialists on a sub contract basis and supply them with two crews. I'm very diplomatic and can always smooth over the most awkward of clients which is probably why I'm kept so busy. One particular day I received a request from the manager to go and talk to a very important client that wasn't too happy with her move. She had thrown out the crew that moved her in and phoned the company threatening to use another removal company for all future moves. She was the managing directors PA and carried a lot of weight within her company so I was to do anything I could to keep the contract. I spoke with the crew concerned and they told me she was the most awkward and demanding client they had every had to deal with so I was actually dreading the meeting. I arrived at her house at 9am prompt the next morning dressed in my usual work clothes that consisted of, cargo trousers, a polo shirt and sweatshirt. It was a nice warm morning so I removed my sweatshirt before I knocked on her door. As the door opened I was very pleasantly surprised. Stood before me was a pretty 30ish blonde short haired woman around 5' 6" wearing a white loose vest top and mini skirt and no bra. If I had to guess I'd say a 36C. She also had a half sleeve tattoo on the top part of her left arm and a geisha tattoo on her right thigh. I introduced myself and reached out to shake her hand but was just met with an icy stare. After what seemed like an eternity she opened the door wide and motioned me inside. On the kitchen side was a box she pointed to and said look at what your guys did. There was a couple of broken glasses inside and I said the company would replace them no problem. There were also a dozen or so boxes that hadn't been unpacked and I said I would take care of that for her. Trying to break the ice, I commented on her tattoo's saying I had a few. Her whole mood seemed to change and she asked me where I had them. I told her the top of my arms, chest, back and legs. She asked if she could see them so I rolled back my polo sleeves and showed her my arms. She said she loved old school tattoo's and can she see the others? I said I'd have to take my top off but if she was ok with it then yes. She said please do so she could see them. I lifted up my polo and took it off while she walked round me examining my chest and back. I do tend to keep pretty fit in this job so didn't really mind showing off my chest and arms. She reached out, took my top from me and placed it on the kitchen side. She then asked to see the ones on my legs and I said do you think that it would be appropriate to have me standing in her kitchen in just my boxers? She looked at me, put her hands on her hips and said she could appreciate them more if she could see all of them. I kicked off my trainers and socks then undid my trousers and slipped them off. She immediately took them from me and placed them with my shirt on the kitchen side. She was walking round me commenting on the designs and asking where I had them done. Now my favourite tattoo is the one on my back, it's a dragon that starts at the top and it's tail ends up wrapped around my leg and finishing at my ankle. She spent a long time behind me looking at this one. She walked back round, looked me in the eyes and said she couldn't see all of the dragon. I said I couldn't very well take my boxers off in front of her to which she replied, 'I think you're supposed to be doing all you can to keep our business, aren't you'? She had me there. I gulped hard, pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them. She bent down, picked them up and placed them on top of my other clothes. Here I was stark naked in front of a hot blonde while she walked round me looking at my tattoo's. She said fantastic, just the way they should be viewed then offered me a drink. I said a coffee would be good thanks and reached for my clothes. She put her hand on top of them and said 'did I say get dressed? Go and sit on the sofa, I'll bring the coffee in and we can talk. I could see her making the coffee in the kitchen and I was just generally ogling her body when I felt that familiar stirring. Now it doesn't matter how hard you try to stop it, your cock always has other ideas and by the time she brought the coffee in I was semi hard! She just looked at it and said 'someone's enjoying themselves' and sat down opposite me. We chatted for a while about the problems with her move and that I had restored her confidence in our company. She then asked me to finish unpacking the boxes that were left and I got up to do it. I noticed my clothes were gone from the kitchen side so resigned myself to do the unpacking naked. All the while she stood next to me or just in front eyeing my cock which was getting harder by the second. A couple of times she patted my bum as I bent over to get something out of a box so that seemed to keep me hard. As I was about half way through unpacking, there was a knock on the door. She went and answered it and as she came back I could hear two voices. I tried to cover up as best as I could as she walked into the kitchen with her friend. She was dressed almost the same but with a different colour top. Her friend took a long look at me and said 'how long did it take her to get you naked'? I said about 10 minutes and she chuckled and said 'a new record' So there I was totally naked with two women looking me over and patting my bum every few minutes keeping me hard. I did get brave enough to ask if they would like to join me naked and they just laughed saying they were fine with the way things were. I was caught looking down her top and got a hard slap on my bum for my trouble. There was a toolbox that needed to be put in the shed so she opened the back door and asked me to follow her with it. The back garden was about 60 feet or so long and overlooked by both houses on either side so I felt a little bit nervous but followed her anyway. There was a warm breeze as I walked down the garden and I could feel my hard cock swaying with every step. She pointed to a rack in the shed and asked me to put the toolbox on the bottom shelf. As I bent down I felt her hand between my legs gently cupping my balls then she let go and I followed her back to the house. As I walked up the garden, I noticed a lady watching me from the house next door. She was probably in her late 60's and just looking at me smiling. As soon as we were back inside she whispered something to her friend and they both looked at me and giggled. There were a couple of vases that just had to go to the shed so her friend led the way this time. They had to go on the bottom shelf too and as I bent down I felt her friend gently cupping my balls in her hand. As we walked back to the house I looked up but couldn't see the neighbour this time but as we entered I heard voices coming from the front door. Then I heard 'why don't you come in and meet him, he's a very nice guy' In they walk and the neighbour looks me up and down and says 'I'm Rose, it's very nice to meet you and by the looks of it you're very pleased to meet me too' with that they all started giggling like schoolgirls. So now I'm in a house totally naked with two hot 30ish women and a 60ish woman. They seemed to keep finding things that needed to go to the shed so a few more trips were made. I returned to find the three of them standing in the kitchen whispering and glancing at me. Then followed another hour of the three of them giving me instructions that involved stretching up high or bending down low before I finished the unpacking and was rewarded with my clothes back, a kiss on the cheek and another cheeky pat on my bum and wink from Rose. Needless to say, we kept the contract and the office just think I'm a good talker. I've never been back to her house since that day but it's left me craving for more cfnm. Tattoos of Lust 1) The Tattooist's needle cut through the skin of my cock as it traced the infernal pattern I had sketched. I ignored the pain as I mumbled the incantation that made the specially prepared designs and inks powerful and ready for the tasks they were to do and the changes that were to mold my body into an instrument of damnation and corruption. Every inch of the skin of my balls, the shaft of my cock and the head of my cock were incised with runes and magic numbers. Breathing heavily he sat back in his chair after finishing the tattoo at the tip of my cock. Already I felt my cock grow hard and heavy as the magical runes gave me the strength and stamina for what I had planned. Satisfied with the work I offered him the money I had agreed to pay. It was with difficulty I tucked my hard cock into my trousers. It was useful to use the cock ring through my shaft to tie it to the leg of my trousers. "That must have hurt man," the Tattooist said as he reached for the money I had offered him. I smiled as he took the cash and with a swift firm stroke split the flesh of his throat with the straight razor I had taken from my pocket. He gurgled as the bright red blood fountained into the air until he crashed theatrically to the ground twitching a few times before being still. I hummed as I cleaned and washed his body with the cleaning alcohol and thoroughly cleaned the room. I had long before determined to leave no witnesses to the deal I had made with the infernal powers. My cock throbbed and demanded attention and I decided to try its newly enhanced condition. Not thinking I closed the shop and walked towards the shopping centre nearby. I felt my cock pulse strongly and realised that it was leading to the first of my novices. I thought on what I had done, how I had learnt of this spell and that it would give me power and wealth. Even more it would give me dominion over the snivelling people who had denied me the right to be powerful. Now I would trap lives and souls for the infernal powers with my cock. I felt stares in my back as I passed shoppers and I felt their aroused lusts but they were not the one I wanted. I felt their needs slide away from me and then I saw her. She was a small, slim woman in her thirties. There was the feel of tiredness that comes from mothers of small children and of unmet dreams and passions. Her mousy brown hair was firmly tamed into a bun and she wore clothes that covered her body from her small breasts to her skinny buttocks and legs. I looked at her and saw instead someone aching to be corrupted and brought into the dark paths. I saw her struggle with her groceries to her car and I followed. As she tried to open the boot I felt my mind reach out and pull the trolley from her hands. She gasped as the trolley started to move but I stopped it and smiled at her. With my smile I held her gaze and felt her passions and lusts flame. I helped her put her groceries into the car and just as she was about to close the boot I touched her hand. The sound of the slamming of the boot was perhaps also the sound of her lusts exploding. Her eyes widened and she groaned. Pulling her to one side of the car I kissed her brutally thrusting my tongue deeply into her drooling mouth. There was the sound of ripping cloth as I pulled open her shirt and pushed up her bra. I took the brown nipples into my fingers and pulled hard at them, they responded quickly and they rolled so nicely between my fingers. She gasped in shock but she wanted the pain and the pleasure I was bringing her. I saw her hands sneak beneath her jeans and I allowed one hand to slide to the crotch and the buttons of the fly. "Take them off," I demanded and she slipped them down her legs exposing the full white knickers that wrapped about her now swollen cunt. I saw the dampness there and smelt her need as I touched her between her legs. I looked into her eyes and I saw the confusion and shame there as she must have realised that people could see us but above all I saw the lust that burnt in her eyes. Lust that made her my slave. " Suck me off slut." I commanded and she slipped to her knees before me. With confident fingers I exposed my cock to her and then felt her lips wrap about the head of my tattooed flesh. I pumped the cock in and out of her lips with demonic energy and firmness. I felt her mouth suck on me, her lips act like another cunt and she moaned as she pinched her breasts and rubbed at her hairy cunt beneath the heavy cotton cloth. I gloried in making her act like a slut and felt that it was time to take her cunt. I knew that only her husband had ever been there and now she was going to betray him with me. Pulling my cock from her mouth I jerked her to her feet and twirled her around to face the car. I ripped her knickers from her body. They tore with a pleasing resistance and then I threw the shreds of the damp cotton onto the car's hood. Then brutally I pushed her body over the hood and parted her legs forcefully. I saw the black-haired cunt dripping with juice. I also saw the brown puckered hole of her ass. I thought about fucking her in the ass but decided I would do that on another occasion. Instead I would fuck her in her cunt, make her beg for her orgasms and please the fat clit I felt between her legs. With a ferocity of purpose I pushed my cock deep into the eager cunt offered to me and was rewarded with her crying aloud as her orgasm shattered whatever self-control she had. The ring on the shaft of my cock touched and massaged her clit and she came as she had never cum before. All those inhibitions that she had held to fell away from her as I rammed my cock into her cunt again and again. She ached for my hard cock in her, she screamed in pleasure as I took her hard and fast. As I fucked her I pulled her hair and reaching under her pulled cruelly at her nipples. She wept with the pleasure she felt as my cock thrust in and out of her body ripping away that false innocence and morality she had clung to. The eldritch tattoos on my cock pulsed and I felt her passions strike deep into her soul bringing her willing under the control of my Masters and I felt their unholy glee as with each orgasm she became theirs. Then it was my turn to cry out as my orgasm boomed through my body and gave me the sweet pleasure of both her submission and my pleasure. I felt my cock hose her cunt with more cum than I had thought possible for me to have but in the end I stopped and I shook the remaining drops onto her ass as I pushed my cock into my trousers. Looking at her bent form over the car, my cum slipping along her thighs and her jeans about her ankles I felt the joy of an artist with the completion of his work. I bent down and asked for her address which she gave to me readily. Then standing I saw the men who had watched us. There amongst them I saw a rough looking man whose whole body spoke of violence and I walked up to him leaving my weeping victim by her car. He glowered at me as I approached him but I felt my mind cooling his anger. "She's a real slut and would like more fucking. She likes it rough think you can help her?" I asked and felt his lust break free. He smiled at me and walked to the woman next to her car and unzipped his fly. Dazed she looked at him until he grabbed her by the hair and pushed his cock deeply into her mouth. Soon she began to suck and lick at the cock in her mouth and she felt another man behind her open her ass cheeks as he guided his cock to her cum dripping cunt. Turning away I saw another ten men ready themselves to take her after the two having her finished. 2) I reentered the shopping centre after my little escapade in the car park and felt for more willing women to corrupt. Then I felt her pass me, I looked around and saw a woman in her forties enter a clothes shop. She had a classical beauty that you can only see in older women but what truly attracted me was her arrogance, her pride that shone out like a great beacon to me. I saw her looking at various skirts and blouses as a timid mousy shop assistant tried to assist the woman her blonde hair nodding or shaking as she looked at what was on offer. The anger and rage on the shop assistant was a palpable feeling to me and I entered the shop that was empty of all except these two. The shop assistant fled to me as I entered and I looked into the soul of a scared mouse that hid behind glasses with square frames. I touched her hand as she brought me a blouse that I asked for, I felt the blonde woman grow angry behind us. With my touch the shop assistant moved at my unspoken command and closed the shop. I wanted us to be alone for what I was planning. I felt my cock strain to be released as it grew hard again for my desire and its need to corrupt and spread its lust. As the assistant closed the shop I walked to the other woman and with a firm glance quietened her. Standing next to her she stood paralysed as I opened her shirt to expose two milky white breasts covered in white silk. I felt more than saw the assistant join us and we moved off into a small changing room. I looked at both of them and felt my cock pulse again in irregular time as it wove its spell deeply into their souls. I knew that their cunts were wet and that they would do anything to have my magic enhanced cock inside them. I felt the other woman behind me and I wondered how I could humble this arrogant woman before me. My she was proud almost as proud as the woman behind me was filled with her anger. Then I realised that the instrument of her humiliation was behind me. Turning sharply I spoke to the assistant," Strip her naked." I felt the frustration and humiliation of the older woman as the younger one slipped the open shirt and bra off her shoulders and then unzip the black pencil skirt allowing it to drop to the floor exposing a pair of black silk panties that hugged her cunt snugly. I was glad that she did not wear any stockings. Silently the woman bit her lip as her panties were pushed down her body and over her feet. I watched as her hairless cunt and her prominent slit were exposed. I pulled her into the closed shop proper and made her stand before the mirrors naked. My cock felt excruciating, I wanted to slake its hunger by thrusting it into this beautiful naked cunt but as I remembered my plan I decided that I would enjoy that far more than pleasure that would be more fleeting and I would soon sink it into a willing receptacle. At first the older woman tried to hide her body but I commanded her to show herself off to us and her natural lusts took over as they were freed by the aura that I exuded and that caught her in an invisible web. As she performed she cavorted and played in front of us with increased skill and lewdness. She opened her legs and pulled open her cuntlips offering herself to me. She touched her clit now fat and juicy like a ripe strawberry. I felt the other woman sway to the unheard beat of the lust in the air and perhaps I had a tight smile on my lips as I waited for the time to come. "Enough, go over to the bench there and lay over it so that your ass and cunt are open to the touch," I smiled broadly as she danced to the bench and bent over it. Her lips glistened with juice and were opened as she stretched her legs out exposing both holes to us. I examined her carefully weighing her firm cheeks and admiring the swollen wet lips. Looking at the bright red cunt inner lips and the clean puckered asshole that was being offered I felt my cock twinge at the thought of thrusting it deeply into either or perhaps both holes one after each other. I whispered for her to play with her clit and her fingers ravaged it in an effort to give herself pleasure. How she tried to make herself cum but I had made it impossible for her to cum without my permission though I felt my power enhance and arouse her body fiercely. Turning a little I touched the other woman who stood enthralled by my side and whispered my instructions. She wiped spittle from her mouth and with ferocious eyes walked towards the woman playing with herself. As she moved on her helpless prey she picked up something from the desk. She stopped as she looked down at the woman who had been so haughty a mere ten minutes before, I watched as she breathed deeply and felt her anger rise as she lifted her arm and brought down the wooden brush with a resounding thwack across the older woman's ass. There was a cry and the woman tried to move but could not. I held her with my will and began to pump my cock slowly as I watched this woman spanked the older lust-filled woman bent across the padded bench. It was so arousing to watch her ass turn red, I felt the pain and mingled it with pleasure so that she felt that confusion of arousal and submission that makes it pleasurable to many. I heard the other woman call her harsh, demeaning names that sank deeply into her soul. Names such as slut and whore, and more names that she agreed to in her mind and made her more ashamed and yet more aroused. Oh how she enjoyed her humiliation and I allowed her a small cum that would hint of the orgasms to follow. The younger woman slowed as her arm grew tired and I guided the brush to the open dripping cunt and reversing it. Then the woman thrust the handle into the dripping cunt. As she fucked the woman with the brush she twisted it as she thrust it in and out of the hot orifice. Releasing my control a little the older woman screamed as she came and came and then came some more. To reach the cunt the shop assistant had bent over the body of her customer and I walked to stand behind her and pulled her panties and skirt to the floor exposing another thickly fleeced cunt this time it was a light brown. Pulling up her shirt I exposed her small breasts, naked and tipped with hard pink nipples. Then I stopped them and arranged their bodies so that they would be more pleasing to my eyes. I lay the older woman along the bench facing upwards her legs parted and with her ass over the end. The younger woman above her with her cunt grinding against the mouth beneath it. The older woman's tongue piercing the depths of the hot liquid hole and lashing the hidden clit of the younger woman. Yet most satisfying was the sound that brush handle made as wet with cunt juice and cum was thrust deeply into the older woman's ass. I had heard the tight piercing cry as the virginity of her ass was taken for the first time and then how that had changed to grunts of pleasure as I set them deeply into a spell of unlimited orgasms. As they lost themselves in the pleasure that took them. As I watched I felt my cum rush out and drip onto the carpet and felt the wonderful pleasure flow through my body and soul. Sighing with satisfaction I tucked my cock into my trousers and looked once at the two women enjoying such a lovely time opened the door to return to the mall. I left the door open and the shop lit and was happy to see a young blonde girl walk into the shop. I was even more pleased when I heard the scream of mother pierce the air. Tattoos of Power The sequel to Tattoos of Lust 1 My first day as an instrument of chaos and damnation and already I had unleashed the fires of lust and libido on so many, my body tingled with energy. Energy that had come from those I had led to their own lust and depravity. As I came and felt them cum some part of them seemed to find itself to me and to my dark Masters who were sharing this power with me. Already I felt no need of food, I felt my body grow and change with each lust that I unleashed. I glanced in a window and the man who looked back at me though similar was different. Somehow I was more handsome, my body was harder and fitter. I knew that I would be forever bound to the need to create and unleash chaos and lust but I felt a thrill with that thought. I had become a predator upon the bleating sheep that were once my fellow people. People who hurried and moved about me unaware of the monster in their midst. As I looked at them I could see how grey they were. Only every now and again I saw colour about someone and it was to them I was drawn. That colour meant that they were filled with a lust, passion or sin that allowed me to take control of their minds. I felt my body change, I no longer felt a physical hunger but a hunger that could never end in my soul, that could be slaked for a brief time as I took those who drew me and freed their darker passions. No longer did I require sleep or toilets only a bed to throw someone against and create the depravity I wanted. Now I felt my hunger grow strong and I realised that there must be someone near to me that would be what I wanted. Looking about me I saw a small coffee shop and as I looked at it I felt my body desire what was inside. I cock pulsed and twisted in the prison of my trousers as though it wanted to be released from its prison. So I quickly walked to the door and entered. There was no one here except a young woman who glanced up resentfully from her magazine. The white makeup and greasy black hair marked her for a Goth. Still from what I saw of her body was attractive enough. Her breasts were small but she was slim. Lazily she rose and walked to me. Oh how slovenly she moved, how slothfully and she barely tried to hide her anger at doing anything. She took me to a corner table that could barely be made out in the dirty dimness of the shop and I made my order for coffee. I seated myself and released my cock from its uncomfortable gaol and waited for her to return with what dregs I do not even care to try and imagine but I was not here for coffee but for another refreshment. She returned barely acknowledging I existed until I touched her hand. Her head whipped so that she could look at me and I looked deeply into her soul. She shuddered but was mine. "Would you like to earn ten dollars?" I asked softly. The avarice flared quickly in her eyes and she nodded. "You look like a real cock-sucker. I bet your good babe, I want you to suck my cock," I demanded, any reservations and inhibitions vanished as she looked at my cock. Hypnotised by its power she touched it and I felt my body quiver. " Its so lovely," she whispered and traced the line of runes from the tip to the base. "Suck it off, I want you sucking me now cock-sucker ," I instructed her sharply. As she leant towards the hard pierced flesh I stopped her, "No I want you to play with your tits and cunt as you suck me off. Show me what you look like cock-sucker." I placed a ten dollar note on the table and she watched it intently as my powers made her unleash her lusts and deep dreams. I knew that she loved cock in her mouth but had always made her men and boyfriends beg her. With me she could not beg but only be the slut she wanted to be in her deepest dreams. She exposed two small firm breasts and I brought her close to me. I licked sensually around her nipple and she groaned at the touch. After the pleasure I bit into the firm flesh making the little trollop squeal with the pain. I looked at her and saw with delight that her panties were down at her ankles and that a hand was working furiously at her cunt lips. Placing both hands on her shoulders I pushed her to her knees and opened my legs allowing her to see my cock. Looking down at it I thought it was magnificent. It was hard, strong and powerful. The runes seemed to move and change as you looked at them and I felt the anticipation as the girls thin lips touched the tip of my cock. My hands reached to her head and wrapping her hair about my fingers I pushed her down my cock. Her lips slipped down the wedge that was my head opening them and stretching them about its hot flesh. Her tongue slid along the slit and about my tender flesh. Yes she was good and she sucked expertly on me. "What a good cock-sucker you are, you really are expert at this," I panted as she pumped my cock between her lips. I thought about making her deep throat me but why rush an expert and she was most expertly suckling on my cock. Her lips were sliding up and down my flesh and every now and again she would suck my tattooed balls. I watched her as she did this and she was pumping her fingers energetically in and out of her cunt in obvious delight. She even pinched her nipples exciting them more. She was obviously enjoying herself and I felt her cum as she sucked harder at my cock. Instead of pinching her small tits she stroked and caressed the shaft of my cock and balls. She was one of the best cock-teases I had ever enjoyed and I felt that familiar tightness in my balls before cuming. "Yesssss!!!" I cried as my cum shot through my cock and into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed each drop that shot into her throat and with my enhanced abilities my cum was thick and copious. Some slipped from the corner of her mouth but that did not stop her from sucking harder and stroking my cock more energetically to get more of my cum into her mouth. Yet I stopped though I realised that I could have cum for hours. Frustrated she continued to pump her cum-stained fingers into her cunt as I pushed her away from my well-sucked cock. I smiled into her face and pushed the ten dollars into her mouth. "You are really wasted here, you should suck every man's cock you can find. Make them pay for you since you are worth it," As I spoke I stroked her hair and throat gently feeling my power flowing into her making her want this above anything else. She nodded as I spoke and I knew that whenever she met a man she would want to take his cock into her mouth. It would not matter he was dirty or disgusting all she would want would be his cock in her mouth and she was cheap at $10 for her trouble. Satisfied I stood and dressed as she reluctantly dressed and smoothed the money that she had taken from her mouth. As I left some workmen came into the shop and I knew that today they would supply the cream. 2 I felt so alive and powerful, there was nothing I could not do with the powers I had been granted, I wanted, no needed a challenge, the other woman had been so easy to corrupt, to make into the slut she truly was, as I walked I watched for my next prey. Then I saw them. So young and innocent, they must have been eighteen and so obviously in love. They reeked of wholesome purpose as they walked out of the Bible Book Shop hand in hand and giggled inanely. I felt their virginity and their chastity and it drove a deep rage into my heart. Even as they walked in the innocence I felt their deeply hidden lust and desires. I saw their dark dreams and perversions and laughed softly. This would be so satisfying as I ripped from them their futile innocence. I followed them until they walked away from the mall and stepped to their car. "Excuse me can you tell me the way to the bus stop?" I asked and then touched the elbow of the girl and then the boy. They struggled a little as my thought flooded their minds and even tried to take strength from the crosses at their necks but against their own dreams and passions they had no strength and they drove me to the girl's house quickly. I felt the emptiness of the house as we walked to his parent's room. How appropriate I thought as they stripped naked for me, they would be deflowered where so much life began. I made them stand naked before me and touch each other in the most lewd manner they could think of, I would have laughed at the inexperienced caresses but for the fact it increased my power over them. The girl was a mousy thing but had pert firm breasts and nipples that screamed to be touched and make to stand up. Her ass was soft and sensual and her cheeks begged to have a spanking but that was not what I intended at this moment. He had the body of a football player, hard and strong and well able to inflict and take pain. I felt their arousal and as I watched them I felt the darker passions that flowed through them and that attracted me to them. They waited as I held them in my dark weave. I smiled as I removed my clothes and I heard them gasp as they saw my cock. It had grown, become stronger, longer and wider. I wondered if in the end all I would be was a huge cock that would be worshipped and bring out those hidden lusts in those who professed their innocence. I shook my head I did not think the ones I had given my service to would want to have me change so soon. I took my cock firmly in my hand and began to stroke my fingers along the flesh feeling the wonderful pleasure climbed through my nerves into my body. They watched me and were silent. The boy first I decided and I saw his desire and smiled mirthlessly at him. I fanned his fantasy and felt it grow in his mind. It sprouted and grew like an ivy in a garden throttling the more decorative gentle species until it filled his mind completely. "Get dressed," I whispered and he skipped to the wardrobe as he felt his fantasy about to be met. Satisfied that he would need no assistance as he stepped into the bathroom with the clothes he had chosen I turned to the girl. Her mind boiled and surged with hidden depths and shadows. I turned her face into mind and as I bent towards her lips I saw fires burn deeply in her pupils. She parted her legs, oh how she wanted to be taken and I saw her most wicked thought and knew that she must live it this day. "Your a very naughty girl aren't you?" I said slowly. As I spoke the magic words she had wanted to hear her face lit up into a big smile which was quickly replaced with a look of shame as she realised that she was acting happily at my words. "Yes," she whispered as she let her head sink to her chest, her breasts moved up and down delightfully as she breathed. "What did you say? I did not hear you," I spoke cruelly. "I said yes I am a naughty girl," she said again. "How are you naughty?" I probed, I knew the answer but I wanted her to tell me and feel the shame of it. "I want to fuck a man with a cock," again she whispered. "Speak up girl I can't hear you," again I pushed her and she looked at me defiantly and spoke again. "I want to fuck a man with my cock and spank him," this time she was clear and forthright. I smiled as she spoke and moved to her, I took her breasts in my hands and allowed my thumbs to excite her nipples as I looked into her eyes. Eyes that now shone with lust. I saw her mouth open as she almost wanted my lips to press against her. What a delightful combination I thought she had the appearance of a submissive girl but deeper within her was the rage of a dominant dyke. A rage that I fanned with my mind and I spoke again. "That is very perverted, are you a pervert?" I asked contemptuously. "Yes," this time she was almost proud of her desires and I smiled as her boyfriend entered the room. I turned her to see the dressed man. She gasped since he wore her clothes, in a short skirt and halter top that barely covered his chest and with his face made up badly he looked ridiculous but he smiled with pure joy at being dressed as he wished. I felt the dismay and then the anger that rushed through her body and reaching about her I punched one of her nipples and rubbed my hand through the brown hair on her cunt finding her lips and clit easily. My cock rubbed between her full ass cheeks. "Look at her she is a slut isn't she? I whispered into her ear as I felt her wet cunt open to my fingers. I felt her hard clit and pinched it gently feeling the gentle shudder that went through her body telling me that she had cum. "I bet she would love to be fucked," I continued," You could fuck her." As I spoke her boyfriend simpered and capered before us his hairy legs so apparent through the tan stockings he wore. I knew that she felt horror and contempt for the man before her and I summoned from the air a tool for her lust and rage. I knelt behind her and she stepped into the harness that I fixed firmly to her hips. She now had her cock, an eight inch pink plastic strap-on that pressed against her clit. "Look at her. Do her, stick your cock into her cunt." "Cunt? she asked woodenly. "Yes the hole between her legs," I explained. Then she stood at attention and spoke to him," Get over here slut and suck me off!" The capering boy stopped and dragged himself over to his dominating girlfriend and knelt before her allowing her to stick the well lubricated shaft into his mouth. With the plastic in his mouth she pumped it in and out of his mouth the red lipstick rubbing off onto the plastic. Sometimes he gagged as she pushed the hard shaft deep into his mouth and into his throat. I saw tears in his eyes as he looked into the face of his girlfriend, a face that was a hard as flint. She pulled the strap-on out of his mouth quickly and walked to the bed. "Get over here slut," she coldly ordered him. He looked uncomfortable as he came and she told him to bend over and touch his toes. I saw her look of complete disdain as she pulled up his skirt to expose two tightly muscled white ass cheeks with a red thong that cut them in half. I saw her stroke the cheeks and then she slapped her hand hard onto the flesh. There was a sharp yelp from her boyfriend as he tried to stand. "Be still slut!!" she commanded in a voice that brooked no rebellion. He returned to his position and satisfied she began to thoroughly spank the ass on offer. I smiled as she pummelled his virgin ass, what was most satisfying was to hear her abuse the man who was so thoroughly under her control. What a little Mistress I thought, soon you will be finding leathers to wear and he will be wearing a nice little maid's outfit. As she spanked his ass I touched and played with her ass. How tight she felt, I could feel her cunt throb with pent up desire and need. Soon I thought, soon I will fuck your lovely tight virgin ass. "You pathetic little worm," she abused him as she spanked his ass to a brilliant shade of red. Each slap sent a sound like a shot through the air as the boy moved his ass with the sensation of pain and the growth of his arousal. Feeling his shame as his cock grew hard I whispered into her ear. "See how he likes your punishment. His cock is hard. Why don't you fuck him in his virgin ass?" I whispered, I wondered if this was what the snake felt as he tempted Eve into biting into that apple. Reaching around her body I dripped oil upon his ass. Her hands quickly followed caressing, soothing and opening his cheeks allowing her to see the puckered hole that she wanted, he groaned with pleasure as she touched and angered she slapped his ass again. "Did I tell you that you could enjoy yourself slut?" she said coldly," You like that don't you?" As she asked him she oiled a finger and thrust it into his asshole opening it expertly as she satisfied one of her fantasies. He did not answer but merely wiggled his ass in an effort to move it deeper into his body. She laughed in cruel delight as she played with his ass and crushed his balls in her other hand. As I watched them I oiled my cock and cradled her ass opening it preparing her for my cock. I heard his whimpers as I oiled my cock and her ass crack thoroughly. "You want me in your ass don't you?" Hearing no answer she slapped his ass again and repeated her question," You want my cock in your ass, don't you slut? Beg me for it you little cock-sucker." "Please Cathy, please fuck me in my ass," he spoke softly like a young innocent girl he even had a delightful lisp. "Well you are lucky slut. I will fuck you in your hole. So start playing with that small thing you call your clit little girl because your about to get fucked by an expert." Taking the oil she slathered it all over the plastic and pressed it against his ass-hole. She pressed mercilessly and though he tried to open the sphincter it could barely take the tip. I held myself behind her and pressed my cock between her smooth cheeks touching her hole and feeling a warmth spread from my cock to her body. I knew more than felt her ass opening my power relaxing her but I was determined to fuck her when she fucked her boyfriend. "It's too much. I can't take it Cathy, please your hurting me," he lisped, his voice was high as he felt her implacably push against his hole. Sweat ran down her breasts to fall from her hard nipples as she felt the oiled plastic move slowly into his body. Until she felt the head slip below the muscle. He screamed that high pitched squeal that happens when a cock is shoved into a virgin passage and she squealed at the same time as my cock slipped into her nether passage. I held myself there feeling my cock feed off the energies of the two. I could feel the cock in him as she felt me in her. Slowly I pulled my cock out and then thrust into her. As I moved so did she and we moved as one. I felt their bodies move as though I was fucking both of them at once and not just her. Their pleasures washed back into my body and I felt his hand as it pumped his cock in fast strokes that demanded a quick resolution. Each thrust into his ass sent waves of pleasure through her clit. As their passions and pleasures grew I felt my power grow and take them, I felt them changing, melting as I made them into the creation of my mind. Ragged breaths were torn from their lips and the thrusts grew harder, wilder as we sought to thrust deeper into the open passage. I held her hair as she cried with delight her hips rocketing forward again and again. I felt them merge beneath my body. The flesh melted and fused and they became one, breasts thrust through his chest, his cock melted into her enlarged clit and the plastic cock slipped from her body as he/she rubbed at it feeling orgasms trip from the tortured flesh. As their faces melded and became one my cock erupted in a flood of hot creamy liquor. I pumped cum into their ass and as I came they melted together never to be parted. They screamed then as cum shot from what had been her cunt. The pleasure being too much they passed out. I lifted the naked body onto the bed and looked at my creation. He/She was attractive her face pretty with the long hair of her and his stronger jaw, the breasts were smaller and her clit was the size of a medium sized cock and very evident beneath it was a very tight virgin cunt, a cunt that would cum with hot creamy semen now. I smiled with a smile that would have sent the sanest into madness and I bent down to kiss their cheek. "Well and truly wed," I muttered to myself and dressed. I heard sounds from the bedroom as I opened the front door and then screams as they began their battle to control the body they shared. Whistling to myself as I closed the door I walked confident that I would find other lovers for my Masters and myself. Tattoos of the Soul “Hello.”….”Oh, Hi, Linda….“….”Yeah, about three this afternoon.”….”Yes, it’s over, for all the good it’ll do me.”….”Well, I got the house and my car, but I have to keep making the payments. I was paying for them anyway, so nothing's much different”….”No, no alimony. His lawyer said I had a good job, and the judge agreed.”….” I feel pretty rotten, really.”….”What do your mean I should feel good? Twenty-two years of my life just went down the tubes. I’m a forty-three-year-old accountant and I’m divorced. I‘m fat and I have stretch marks. Don’t you ever read any of those magazines you keep buying? At our age, there are two single women for every single man, and they’re all looking for young, dumb, skinny girls with tight butts…. Well, I don’t like to think of getting old by myself, that’s what.”….”Sure, I’ll be here, but nothing’s going to cheer me up. Come on over.” Cassandra opened the door on the second knock. “Hi, Linda. Come on in. I made some coffee.” They sat at Cassandra’s kitchen table. “I guess I’m glad you came over, Linda. I’ve made such a mess out of things. I really need to talk to somebody.” “Cassandra, honestly, you act like you’re blaming yourself. I saw them go in and out your back door from my kitchen window. For crying out loud, he was fucking the woman right in your own bed. You probably laid right in their -. Gawd, I don’t even want to think about it.” “Please don’t say that word in my house.” “What …, oh, you mean the f-word.” Linda shrugged. “OK, but it’s the only word that means what he was doing to her.” “It’s just so crude sounding.” “Not any cruder than sleeping with that little slut while you were at work.” “Well, maybe he did it because I wasn’t giving him something he needed.” “You know, Honey, I used to think that, after Dick left me, but you know what? I finally realized nothing I could have done would have stopped him. He just couldn’t let himself be happy with one woman. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was me or not.” Linda rolled her eyes. “Dick just had to see if there was something different out there.” “Brian wasn’t like that.” “So you say. What’d he ever ask for that you didn’t do for him? I don’t remember you telling me anything.” “I couldn’t tell you. It was too dirty.” “Cassandra, how long have we been neighbors? Fifteen years, right? Who watched your kids when they were little? Who trusted her kids with you? Remember your New Year’s Eve party, last year? Who was it took your drunk little ass and put you to bed while Brian was still in your living room groping all the other women?” “You, but I wasn’t drunk. I was just tired, and the champagne got to me quicker than I thought it would.” “Tired hell. I damn near had to carry you up the stairs. And by the way, you’ve been running three days a week for ten years. How could you possibly be fat? Your butt’s littler than mine, and your stretch marks aren’t all that bad. Just don’t wear low-rise pants and nobody’ll ever see ‘em.” “You looked!” “What was I supposed to do, blindfold myself? It’d be pretty hard to take your clothes off and not look, now wouldn’t it? Besides, it’s good to know what the competition has to offer. It’s not like I’m a lesbian or anything. Cassandra, I’m your best friend. If you can’t tell me, who can you tell? Now, what evil deed did Brian ask you to do that you think caused all this?” “Well, he wanted me to sleep in the nude.” Linda choked on her coffee and burst out laughing. “You think that’s dirty? Girl, we gotta get you out more. Did you do it?” “Yes, but that’s not the dirty part.” “OK, tell me then. I promise I won’t laugh again.” “He…, well, Brian bought this book once, when he was in Chicago on business. It was about men doing these things to women. They…, they licked them…,down there.” “And he wanted to do that to you, huh?” “Yes.” “Well, I hate to blow your nice little guilt trip, but that didn’t cause him to start banging that broad. You missed about half your life, but you didn’t cause him to do anything he wouldn’t have done anyway.” “I just couldn’t. Don’t you see? I mean, that’s where…, where…” “I know. That’s why they make bath tubs, Cassandra.” “Doesn’t matter much anyway. He’s gone. On the way home from the courthouse, I was trying to think of what I want to do now. Before, I was always Brian’s wife, or Lacy and Jack’s mother, and I always had something to do. Now, I’m just me, and I don’t know who that is anymore.” “At least Lacy and Jack are on their own. Remember how Dick left me with Karen? I wanted her, and all that, but it was hard working and raising a teenage girl. It made us closer, but it was hard. I felt the same way then, Cassandra. I moped around pitying myself until it was pathetic. Then one day, I read this thing in a magazine. It said women give up a lot of themselves to take care of a family and when that family’s gone, sometimes they have trouble getting it back. Well, that fit me, so I kept reading. They said you need to change something in your life, do something really big, or something outrageous, to get you thinking about yourself again. “So what did you do?” Linda grinned and giggled. “Karen had been bugging me about getting a tattoo. She said it’d make her sexy. I didn’t think a fifteen-year-old girl needed to be all that sexy, but I went out and got one for myself.” “No! You didn’t. I never knew. Where?” “On my butt. Left cheek. A little red rose, and I’ve never been sorry.” “Didn’t it hurt?” “Hurt like hell while he was doing it, but having a man’s hands on my ass again was pretty nice, I’ll tell ya.” “Linda! You let a strange man touch your hips!” “Not hips, dear. One hip, and yes, but he wasn’t strange. Well, maybe he was, a little. He had a lot of tattoos and a ring in his nose. Still felt good. He was only in his twenties. I was thirty-three at the time, and he said I had a nice ass. Wanna see it?” “Your butt or the tattoo?” Linda stuck out her tongue, unzipped her jeans and pulled the left side over her hip. A tiny red rose on a green stem sat just below the waistband of her thong panties “Well, I guess it’s kind of pretty, in a way.” “I think so too, but that wasn’t the point. The point was I did something I’d never have done while I was married to Dick. See, I decided to do something really different, all on my own, and then I went out and really did it. It’s not what you do as much as the fact that you do it. Every time I look in the mirror, now, I can say, ‘There Linda. There’s something you did all by yourself, and you did it good girl.’ Still makes me proud when I see it, and it really did change my life. I guess it showed me I can do things by myself instead of relying on Dick or some other man.” Cassandra would have missed the sign if she hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee. She’d found several tattoo shops in the phone book, and had spent Saturday morning locating them. Just to be safe, she’d driven past each one and looked in the window. The windows were always covered so there wasn’t much to see inside most of them, but she still passed them by. The kids standing outside were enough. Girls with short spiked hair and tattoos on their necks and arms, boys with mohawk haircuts and pierced eyebrows; they made her cringe and also made her a little afraid. She was old enough to be a mother to most of them. What would they think of a forty-three-year-old woman going into a tattoo parlor? What would the tattooer, or tattooist, or what ever you called them, think of that? The steps led up to the second story of the coffee shop. “Tattoos by Thomas” wasn’t on her list, but Cassandra rallied her resolve and went up. A sign on the door said, “Come In”. The woman who walked into his shop that afternoon looked so out of place Thomas had to blink and look again. He sometimes got women as old as she, but few were dressed in heels, a plaid skirt, and a cashmere sweater. Most of his clients also looked a lot more confidant. There was something else, something from a long time ago. “Hi, I’m Thomas. What can I do for you?” He was sitting in a chair like her dentist used and watching television. The black, intricately designed tattoos on his arms were a little intimidating, but not so much as were his eyes. Their blue-grey color seemed warm enough, but she felt as if they saw right through her clothing. She shivered at the thought. He seemed friendly and there was no one else in the shop. Cassandra decided it was this place or none. “I – I’m Cassandra. Ca - Cassandra Winters, and I’d like to get a tattoo.” “That’s what we do here, so you’re in the right place for it. What you got in mind.” Cassandra felt a slight feeling of panic. “You said we. There’s somebody else here?” “Just a figure of speech. It’s just me and Hector over there.” Cassandra saw a very fat, very asleep, black cat on the couch. “Well, I really don’t know what I want. Linda said she felt good after she got hers, so I just decided I’d try one.” “I don’t want to turn down your business, but if you’re getting a tattoo just because your friend has one, maybe you shouldn’t. Tattoos are pretty personal. If you’re not sure, you’ll probably regret it, and it costs a lot to have them removed.” “No…, no, I’m – I’m going to get one. I think what she said is true. I just don’t know what, yet.” “Well, look at my flash and see if you find something you like. There’s no hurry. Some people take weeks or months to decide. Like I said, they’re hard to change once they’re in.” “Flash?” “Drawings of tattoos.” Thomas pointed. “Over there…, in those binders on the table.” Thomas went back to his movie and Cassandra spent an hour looking through page after page of drawings. The skulls made her cringe. So did the snakes and spiders. The naked women - well, she, herself, was a woman, after all. It didn’t seem right for a woman to have a tattoo of a woman. After looking at the last page of one binder, she saw a thin, spiral bound notebook on the bottom of the stack. The designs leaped from the page at her. Ropes entwined into delicate patterns, vines with leaves winding in spirals, stars with different numbers of points, animals, fairies, they all seemed vibrant and alive. “Mister…., uh…, Thomas, what are these? They’re beautiful.” He turned off the sound and looked at the notebook she held up. “Livingston. My last name is Livingston, and they’re Celtic designs, like these.” He held up one arm. “Must have left that there, somehow. I usually keep that back unless somebody asks. They’re um, a little more than most people are ready for.” Cassandra turned every page and absorbed the intricate detail and beauty of each drawing. “Here, what’s this one?” Thomas eased from the chair and walked to the table. “Ah, I remember drawing that one. Copied it from an old, bronze brooch. It is nice.” “You drew these?” “Yeah. Went to Scotland once, about twenty years ago, and prowled around the museums. I always liked the Celtic stuff, so I bought this notebook and started drawing. Each one had special meaning for the Celts.” “What’s this one mean?” “That uh…, let’s see…, should be written beside it, but I can tell you. Yeah, here it is. It’s a lover’s knot. See how the two heart patterns are entwined, and there’s no end to the ropes? It means they’d always be together and there’d be no end to their love. That’s how the Celt marriage ceremony worked. They tied the bride and groom’s wrists together with a rope. Pretty much like today, except we use little gold rings on our fingers. Probably did more to keep them together than our rings do.” “Tell me about it. Mine’s at home in my dresser. Brian probably already sold his.” “I take it you’re divorced? Me too. Fifteen years now.” “A little over a month for me.” “Well, I wouldn’t recommend this then. Not unless you’ve got somebody else in mind to take his place. The Celts thought all this stuff was connected to the Gods.” Thomas shrugged. “I’m not saying I believe all that, but ….” “How about this one, then? It’s really nice. What’s it mean?” “That’s a knotwork and spiral pattern from a monolith – that’s a big stone pillar they have on the old roads over there. Nobody really knows the original meanings for sure. Most people think the Celtic knots represent the interplay of good and evil, heaven and earth, stuff like that. Spirals meant a lot of things - life, health, the sun. They used them a lot. It’s a really old symbol. They’ve found it as far back as they’ve found artifacts.” “It’s wonderful.” “I find that people pick a particular design because it touches them somehow. Maybe it’s some instinctive meaning that comes through, I don’t know. Some get them just because they think they’re cool, but most will have a story about what led them to pick a particular design. “For me, this knot means the path of life. It winds over and under it’s own strands and eventually comes back to its beginning. The vines…, well, vines are a symbol of eternal life. They look like they die every winter, but then come to life in the spring and grow again. The spirals mean the same thing to me– the cycle of life.” Thomas chuckled. “Pretty deep, huh?” “I think it’s interesting and pretty. It sounds a lot like I feel. It felt like I died after my divorce. Now, I’m coming to life again, or trying to anyway. I like it, I like it a lot.” “That’d be a good choice for you then, I think.” Cassandra chuckled nervously. “OK, I choose this one. How long will it take?” Thomas shook his head. “It’s not that easy. I can’t just copy that drawing. If you want that, you’ll have to go to one of the other shops. Jake on Sixth is pretty good. Celtic’s pretty popular. They’ll probably have something almost identical.” “But I like this one.” “If I do it, you’ll get that design, but I’ll do it to fit who you are. In spite of what you might think about tattoo parlors, some of us are really artists. You’ll be my canvas, but it goes deeper than that for me. My tattoo work kind of bonds us, in a way, so I want each one to be special. After I do your tattoo, I’ll take your picture for my wall. I’ll also remember you and how I felt when I did the work. That part of you stays with me, and some of me, my design and technique, goes away with you.” “That’s why you aren’t in the phone book, and why there aren’t a bunch of people here, isn’t it?” “The other places mostly do the same popular designs over and over. Your friend gets a cute little bunny, you go get a cute little bunny. They’re cheaper and faster. Doesn’t take much to get a tattoo if you don’t have to wait. Just pick it out, sit still for a while, and remember not to scratch for a couple weeks. My customers are pretty selective, and I like it that way so I don’t advertise. Now, you still interested? Your choice.” “Yes, I think so, depending on what you make up. How do we start?” “Where would you like the tattoo? Arm, breast, hip, back, leg?” “I think on my hip.” Cassandra grinned. “That way, I don’t have to show it to anybody unless I want to.” “OK, I need you to unzip your skirt and -. Don’t look shocked. I’m not a pervert. I have to see what I have to work with, don’t I? Just pull it down a few inches and raise up your sweater about the same.” Cassandra did as he asked. She felt ridiculuous standing there with both arms behind her back and baring her bottom. His silence was also making her nervous. “Bet you’re thinking you’ve got a lot of me to work with, aren’t you?” “Actually, I’m thinking of where the knot and spirals fit right.” Cassandra heard his pencil softly scratching at the paper. Unconsciously, she kept bringing her hands together and covering herself. Thomas said nothing. She would just feel his fingers gently guiding her hands apart. “OK, wanna look at this and see what you think?” Cassandra started to pull her clothing back together as she turned, but stopped and caught her breath. She could only stare at the picture. The drawing was her, the same woman she saw in her bedroom mirror every morning. Her back, her waist, her hips, it was almost a photograph in black and white. The design was captivating and beautiful. Delicate vines wove themselves into a complicated knot just above the little dimple at the top of her hips. At the edges of the knot, other slender, leafed tendrils wound their way over her skin, up her flanks, and down to curl around the hollow of each hip. Above the knot was a delicately rendered, brightly colored butterfly composed of spiral patterns. “I put the butterfly in because of what you said. Butterflies are a symbol of rebirth, and you’re trying to be reborn. Well, at least that’s what it sounded like to me. Whadda you think?” “It’s beautiful…, and a lot bigger than I thought I would be getting.” “It’s what I see when I look at you. If you don’t like it, I’ll understand. Like I said, most people aren’t ready for something like this.” “No, no. I love it, but…, won’t that cost a lot? Looks like it would hurt a lot too.” “We can work out how you pay. As for the pain, it depends on you. I like to do about two hours at a time. I’m thinking about ten hours to do it all. Some people take pain better than others. If two hours is too much for you, we can split it up into shorter sessions. Pain is part of the cost of the tattoo. That’s another reason they’re very personal.” “Do I have to say yes right now?” “Of course not. Like I said, some people take weeks or even months to make up their mind. It’s not something you do on the spur of the moment. Tell you what I’ll do, though. I’ll draw it on with my markers. It won’t be as detailed, but you can see about how it’s going to look.” The next morning, after she poured their coffee, she sat down and grinned at Linda. “Guess where I went yesterday?” “I don’t know. The adult book store? That male stripper place over on West Main?” “No, silly.” Cassandra lifted her chest and stuck out her chin, “I went to a tattoo parlor.” “You didn’t. Really?” “Um-hm. I really did.” “Where’d you get it. Let me see.” “You have to come in the bedroom. Somebody might see through the windows in the kitchen.” Cassandra faced Linda and slipped down the waistband of her jeans. As she turned around, Linda gasped. “Damn, Cassandra. That’s not a tattoo. That’s an entire painting.” Cassandra giggled. “I know. Isn’t it beautiful? Oh, it goes up higher too.” She lifted her T-shirt. “See?” “How’d you get that much done so fast?” “It’s just done with markers. Thomas said it would last for a week or so and I could see if I still want it.” “It’s…, it’s a whole lot of tattoo. Are you sure about this? I mean, my little rose is easy to hide. That…, well, no more backless dresses for you after you get that. By the way, who’s Thomas?” “He’s my tattoo artist. He drew this just for me. He says it’s what he saw when he looked at me. Thomas is, well he’s nice, and I think he’s a sensitive and creative man. He’s a real artist, not just a tattoo guy.” “I think this Thomas is getting to a lot more than some of your money. It is pretty, but be careful, OK. It’s been a while since you had to deal with single men.” “Well, you said do something big and outrageous. This is about as big and outrageous as I can get. And, yes, I suppose I like him. He’d so different than Brian.” Every morning through the week, Cassandra looked in the full-length mirror on her closet door. The more she looked at the fake tattoo, the more she liked it, but there were questions that kept coming to mind. If she got married again, what would her husband think? What would her kids think if they ever saw it? How would she explain to her grandchildren why she’d done it? Was she really sure, like Thomas said she should be? For that matter, what did he think of her? Surely, most of his clients were a lot younger. Tattoos of the Soul On Saturday morning, she drove back to the tattoo shop. “Hi. Uh…,Cassandra, wasn’t it? What can I do for you today?” “I think…. No. I – I know. I want you to do my tattoo.” “There’s a lot of work there. I’ll have to charge you a thousand, but you could pay by the session.” “I don’t care. This morning, I got up and looked at myself for the umpteenth time. I like it, and I want it, no matter what it costs and no matter what anybody else thinks.” Thomas moved a lever and put the chair in its reclining position. “OK. I’ll need you to – “ “Take off my clothes. I know, and that’s OK. I expected that. I think I can do it if you turn around first.” “Well, if you want to take them off, it’s fine by me, but I’ll only cover you up with some towels so you don’t get cold. Just pull your pants down to your thighs, and lift your shirt up. Then lay on your stomach on my chair, here.” Cassandra felt really stupid laying on the chair with her bare bottom sticking up in the air. Thomas washed his hands, put on surgical gloves and sat on a stool beside the chair. “I’ll do the outlines first. It’ll take quite a while because the lines have to be very fine. If it gets too hard to keep still, just tell me and we’ll stop. I’m going to put on some antiseptic now.” She jumped when his hands touched her skin. “Sorry.” “That’s OK. Most people do that. You cold? I try to keep it warm in here.” “No. I’m fine.” “You have all these goosebumps.” “You’re the only man who’s ever touched me there except Brian and my doctor.” She felt him drawing on her hips and back, the same feeling she’d had when he painted on the design with the markers. It made little tingles run up her spine. A harsh buzzing sound started. “OK, Cassandra. Here we go. Try to lay still.” She cried out at the first bite of the needle and bit her lip. Tears came to her eyes. After a few seconds the pain eased, and she felt Thomas wiping over the area. “You have great skin, Cassandra. It takes the ink really well. Your tattoo’s going to be very clear and sharp.” “Thanks. I hope it – ouch! “It’s going to hurt a little more over your tailbone, but you’re doing great. Just stay with me, OK?” “OK.” After a while, after she understood how much it was going to hurt, it wasn’t that bad. Cassandra laid her cheek on her arm and tried to think about something else. Wouldn’t Brian be surprised if he knew what she was doing? He’d never find out, of course, but he’d never dream she’d do something like this. As for the kids, if they found out, they’d think she was crazy, but let them think that. She’d given them a lot of her life. They could at least try to understand. “Tell me, you don’t seem like the type. Why’d you really come to my shop?” “I told you. Linda said a tattoo would make me feel better.” “Better about what?” “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me. I’ve heard about everything.” “Brian – that was my husband - Brian was pretty domineering. He was an account manager for an insurance company up until about two months before our divorce, and I guess he got used to telling people what to do. I’m not a very forceful woman, so it was kind of nice that he decided everything. Then we had kids, and I always had things to do for them. When the kids left, I still had Brian telling me everything I needed to do. Usually how to do it, too. You can get used to a life like that, you know? “Well, Brian got – ouch!” “Sorry. I’m about done there. Just a couple more minutes.” “I’m OK. Anyway, Brian got fired. He told me he’d quit because they wouldn’t give him a raise, but when I called a friend who works there, she told me got fired. She said she didn’t know why, but I’m sure she did. She just didn’t want to be the one to tell me. “Brian told me he was looking for another job. Left at seven every morning and typed letters until ten every night. I believed him. Then Linda - she’s my neighbor and best friend - she stayed home from work one day because she had the flu. She was making some tea, and saw Brian and this redhead go in our back door. Then she saw somebody pull down the blind in our bedroom. They stayed in the house until about an hour before I got home. “Can you believe that? He was making love to her right in our bed. Right where he made love to me. When Linda told me, I wouldn’t believe her. I just knew Brian wouldn’t ever do anything like that. I almost stopped speaking to her. Then, one weekend, I changed the sheets and saw this spot. I’d been having …, I couldn’t do anything that week, but there it was. How much longer? I really need to move a little.” “Go ahead. You should have said something earlier. Wiggle all you want. When you’re done, I’ll keep going. We’ll be done for today in a half-hour or so.” “Ah. That’s better. My arm was going to sleep. Anyway, I asked him how that spot got there. He says how did I think it got there. I said it wasn’t from us, because I couldn’t and he knew that. He said when we couldn’t do it, sometimes he’d do that in his sleep and hadn’t I ever heard that. That’s when I told him what Linda’d seen. He just laughed at me. He said Linda was just probably drunk again and only thought she saw that. “Well, Linda does drink, but not in the morning, and I haven’t seen her drunk except at a party once in a while. I went next door – I told Brian we needed some eggs – and apologized to Linda. I asked her to call me the next time she saw anything. A week later, on her day off, she saw them again and called me. I came home and walked in on them. You know what the worst part was? She didn’t even look real. Her boobs were big, all right, but they were pure silicone. Just …, balls is the only way I can describe them, just big balls stuck on her chest. And her butt looked like a little girl’s. “I filed for divorce and he didn’t contest anything. Couldn’t really, because I’d caught him red-handed.” Cassandra chuckled. “I guess that should be ‘redhead handed’ shouldn’t it? Well, after the divorce, it was strange. There was nobody to tell me what to do. I kept waiting, and nothing happened. That’s when Linda told me I needed to do something to change my life, you know, to make me start thinking about things again, and to give me some confidence. “I’m not very inventive, I’m afraid. Linda said she got a tattoo and it helped her. I figured, why not? One little rose on my hip, like she has, wouldn’t hurt anything if I didn’t like it. I went to a bunch of shops, well, I drove past them, anyway. There were kids all around them. Weird looking kids. I kept thinking I could be their mother. I found you by accident. I’m glad I did.” “So you wanted a tattoo to give you confidence. You seem pretty confident today. Not many women would consider a full lower back for their first tattoo. They’d have gotten that rose your friend has.” “It was just so beautiful when you drew it. And then when I got home…. All this time, I’d been thinking maybe it was because I was just a fat old wife like Brian said sometimes. With the drawing on me, I looked different. Kind of…. I never thought of myself as sexy before, and it was fun. Linda liked it, too.” “You’re going to think of yourself as different in a lot of ways, now. Tattoos are that way. Once you have one, you find out things about yourself you never knew, never even imagined.” “That why you have so many?” “In some ways, I suppose it is. It’s really personal and hard to explain.” “I told you my story. What’s yours.” “Got my first one in college. My brother had one he got in the Army. He was a man. I wanted to be a man, too. I got a skull on my right arm. It was cool and the girls liked it. Jackie liked it enough that we started dating. We got married my senior year. “Well, I was working for a greeting card company, and they send you off to workshops all the time so you can come up with new ideas. I found out Jackie was having some workshops of her own when I was gone. Not much to tell about that. She went her way. I went mine. The card company was a bore so I quit. Did a bunch of stuff for a couple years trying to figure out where I was going. I was working in this hotel and they had a tattoo convention one weekend. After my shift was over, I paid my five bucks and went in. “There were artists from all over. Some of the big names at the time were there, and when I looked at their work, I kept thinking I could do at least that good. I talked to a couple of them and ended up apprenticing myself with one, a guy out in L.A. I started learning and the more I learned, the more I liked it. The money was pretty good too. “One set of designs the guy had kept pulling at me. They were Celtic. He’d bought them from some artist in Scotland. When I finished my apprenticeship, I took a trip over there to see the real thing. While I was there, I got my right sleeve.” “Sleeve?” “The tattoo that covers my right arm. It’s called a sleeve.” “Oh.” “That tattoo did something to me. The artist said the design was one of the Celtic symbols for strength. I felt like I’d changed, like I was better, more at ease with my self, I don’t know. When I came home, I brought that notebook of designs with me, and I started drawing them for myself. Over the last twelve years or so, I’ve had my back done, the other arm, and most of my chest. Every one changes me. Maybe the Celts were right and they do have something to do with the Gods.” “That why your other clients come to you, to get your Celtic designs to change them?” “Well, actually, you’re the first person other than me to get one. There we are. All done for today. Wanna see?” He gave her a mirror. “I – I don’t know what to say. It’s…, it’s wonderful.” “I’m going to put some anti-bacterial cream on it and then a bandage. You’ll have to keep it clean and dry and use a good moisturizing lotion for a few days. It’s all on this paper. Read what it says and follow the directions. You probably won’t have any scabbing, , just a little crusty stuff, but don’t pick at it. When it starts to peel, you’ll know you’re growing new skin again. After that, it’s a permanent part of you. I’ll see you again, when?” “Next Saturday OK? Same time?” “Next Saturday it is.” Just like he’d asked, a month after Thomas had finished the tattoo, Cassandra drove back to his studio. “Wow! I said your tattoo would change you, but I didn’t think it’d change you that much.” “Oh, this? After a couple weeks, it started to look really nice, just like you said. The only trouble was, I couldn’t show it to anybody, well, except to Linda. She jealous, by the way. I was dying to tell somebody, but I couldn’t very well just drop my pants and show them, could I? That’s when I went out and bought these jeans and this top. You can’t see it all, but you can see the butterfly and the vines that go up my sides. You should see the stares I get. It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s kind of nice, too.” Yes, he thought, she was definitely something to stare at. The feeling had come back and it made him a little uneasy. He’d sworn it would never happen this way again. “I can imagine. I’d stare at you, too.” “Yeah, but that’d just be because you wanted to see the tattoo.” “I’m a tattoo artist, I’m not dead. Didn’t you do something to your hair, too?” “Yes. Linda did it for me. You like it?” “Yeah, I like it a lot. It fits with the jeans.” “So, are you going to take my picture now?” “Yep. Just uh, pull down your pants and stand against that wall.” Thomas picked up his instant camera and watched as Cassandra worked the tight, low-rise jeans over her hips. She was beautiful and erotic as hell. Her hips moved seductively from side to side as she pulled the jeans down, and she ended up by sticking her ass out to pull them down to her thighs. He caught a fleeting glimpse of thin lips beneath dark hair before she stood up again. “I need to pull up my shirt, right?” “Yeah. Just a little should do it.” She pulled it up past the band of her pale blue bra. He could see the side of one lace cup. “This enough?” “That’s fine.” He took three pictures, one to capture the entire tattoo, and two others to show the detail. “OK, I’m done. Now, let’s have a look at you.” Yes, it was back again. He was just as male as any man, but much like a doctor, he tried to concentrate on his work and not let his female clients affect him. It had worked for all these years, until her. Cassandra was different. Her skin was warm and soft, a lot warmer and softer than he remembered. He slowly ran his fingers over the tattoo to check for any bumps that might indicate infection or scarring. Everything was fine, but he checked twice more, just to be sure. “Everything looks fine. You’re all set to dazzle the men in your life.” Cassandra turned around, still holding up her shirt. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips were slightly parted. Was he saying she dazzled him? They stared at each other for a few moments before she realized just how high she’d pulled the shirt and how low she’d pulled her jeans and panties. She said, “Ohmygod”, quickly dropped the tail of the shirt, and reached for the panties and jeans. Thomas turned away until she got herself together again. “OK, you can look now.” She was a livid pink from her nose all the way down into the neckline of her short shirt. “Forgot what I was doing there. Sorry, Thomas.” “Don’t worry about it. Your pictures are about done. Let’s take a look.” “Gee, it didn’t look like that in my mirror.” “Something wrong?” “Oh, no. It’s just that it makes me look slimmer.” “It’s an optical illusion.” “Well, I love the illusion, and I love the tattoo. I’m going to go out and buy some more jeans and tops, no matter what Linda says.” “How’s that?” “Oh, Linda said I shouldn’t wear low-rise jeans or my stretch marks will show. They do, I guess, but I want people to see me.” “They’re not bad. I can hardly see them. You ought to be proud of them, anyway.” “They get worse down lower.” She blushed again. “I guess you already know that. Why should I be proud?” “They’re from kids, right?” “Yes. Two. Why?” “Some people get tattoos to mark events in their lives, things they want to remember. That’s what I think those marks are – marks of special events.” “Well, I guess, but most men don’t think the same way.” “I’m not most men.” He put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “Well, you happy?” “Yes, very happy.” “OK, then. Uh, somebody asks where you got it, you’ll tell them, right? Like I said, I don’t advertise, so a little plug now and then helps.” “I’ll do that.” Cassandra started for the door, then turned back. “What did you mean that day when you said I was the first person to get one of your designs?” “I uh, I never left the notebook out there before. Can’t even remember having it there before. You’re the first person to ever see them.” “You really ought to show them around. You’re very good.” When she walked out the door, Thomas picked up Hector and scratched him behind the ears. “Well, it was fun while it lasted. I was really getting to like her. Think we’ll ever see her again? That’d be pretty nice, wouldn’t it, you lazy old cat.” Hector blinked his big orange eyes and purred. That night, Cassandra stood in front of her mirror again. “Cassie, you did good, girl. Wonder if…? No, he’s probably seen thousands of women naked. We wouldn’t have made any impression. Wish it had taken longer. If it had, maybe we’d have gotten to know each other better and …. Oh, well. We look pretty good, don’t you think?” Cassandra licked her index finger and touched it to her hip. “Tsssss. Hot! Definitely sexy, even with all the stretch marks.” She pulled back her shoulders, lifted her breasts, jiggled them up and down, and giggled. “We’re a man killer, honey. They’ll fall all over us when they see our tattoo.” Cassandra let her breasts fall softly to her chest and slumped. “I just wish he’d have noticed, even just a little.” The sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows slowly brought her to that half-awake, half-asleep state that is so pleasurable when one can stay beneath the covers. Cassandra stretched and brushed her nipple in the process of scratching the itch on her left breast. A tiny little wave of pleasure swept through her body. It had been a long time since she’d felt that. Through closed eyes, she saw Thomas’s face. Her fingers brushed her nipple again. “Mmmm.” In her mind, she felt Thomas’s bare hands on her hips and back. The little tingles she’d felt in his shop came back. How would it have felt if he’d touched her breasts? He’d have been as gentle as he was with her hips. Maybe a very light touch, like this? “Mmmm. Yes.” He might squeeze softly. “Ohhhh.” If he’d touched her nipple…. “Yess. Mmm.” He might have pinched gently, like Brian did sometimes. The jolt hit her deep inside her belly. “Ah!…Oh.” Cassandra unconsciously parted her thighs and let her fingers slide down over the soft skin of her stomach, then through the tight curls on her mound, then down to her lips. She seldom touched herself there except for bathing and after using the bathroom. This morning, she needed to be touched. Her fingertip parted her lips and gently rubbed. The gasp surprised her. It had been four months, but she didn’t realize until now that she missed it so much. She was wet and slippery, as she was on most mornings, but it seemed like more. Cassandra moved the fingertip deeper into the warmth and gasped again. She slowly pushed one finger, then two through her lips and deep inside her passage. The full feeling, brought back memories, but not of Brian. Thomas’s smiling face looked at her as his fingers curled inside her and gently massaged. She felt a warmth spreading through her body. He grinned and moved his fingers up her lips until they touched the little flap of skin at the top. Cassandra groaned as she imagined Thomas gently rubbing her there. She saw his other hand cup her breast and squeeze, then pull gently at the nipple. Her hips arched into his hand, then again. She cried out. “Now, now.” Thomas pulled on her nipple again, and rubbed her little button. She gasped and lunged up from the mattress. Waves of sensation raced to her belly and caused a massive contraction. With a final cry, Cassandra clamped her thighs together around her fingers, and pulled her knees to her breasts. As the flooding warmth swept over her body, she drifted back to sleep. “So, what is my tattooed neighbor doing this afternoon.” “Linda. You say that like I’m some kind of freak. I’m still the same person.” “No, you aren’t. You’ve changed. I’m not saying I don’t like it, but you’ve changed.” “How?” “Well, those jeans for one thing, and that push-up bra you’re wearing.” “I want people to see my tattoo, and the bra…, well, this top is cut pretty low so I thought I could use some cleavage. That’s all.” “That’s all? This from the woman who thought sleeping naked was dirty? That outfit screams ‘come fuck me’. That’s the kind of stuff I wear, not you.” “Well, maybe I’d like some man to…, well, what you said.” “Oh my God. I’ve created a nymphomaniac. You got somebody in mind?” Cassandra blushed. “Maybe.” “You’ve got to tell me who it is. Did he say he wants you?” Cassandra hung her head. “I don’t think he knows.” “Honey, one thing you got to learn, now that you’re looking again. They can’t read your mind. The poor dears need a little encouragement besides tight pants and those boobs you’re showing. You been out with him yet?” “Kind of.” “What’s that mean, kind of? Where’d you go? Coffee, dinner, I’m thinking probably not back here. I’d know if you brought him back here.” “Just to his shop.” Tattoos of the Soul “Ohhh, the guy who did your tattoo. Thomas, wasn’t it?” “Yes. I think I like him.” “How much?” “I thought about him this morning…, in bed. I…, well, I imagined him touching me, and….” “You got yourself off just thinking about him, didn’t you?” “I touched myself, if that’s what you mean. It’s the first time since, since I don’t know when.” “Wow, you have changed a lot.” “Is that terrible? I’m a little ashamed.” “Hell no it isn’t. It’s natural. I do it all the time. I have this new little rabbit thing. Want to see it sometime?” “No. I just wish…. How can I get him to notice?” “Well, you aren’t going to get him to notice if you’re sitting here talking to me. Go see him again.” “Oh yeah. I just show up and say I dreamed about him when I was in bed? What would he think?” “No, silly. Find a reason to go back. Say there’s something wrong with your tattoo and ask if he can do anything about it or something. Then, while you’re there, turn on the sexy stuff. He’ll notice.” The next Saturday, Cassandra walked up the steps to Thomas’s studio. She thought she saw a flash of joy when he smiled. “Hi, Cassandra. What brings you back?” Her mind raced for the explanation she’d been trying to think of all week. The wall of photo’s caught her eye and the idea was born. “Remember I said my stretch marks got worse as they went lower? You can cover them with a tattoo, can’t you?” “Well, yes, probably, depending on how big they are.” Cassandra walked to the wall of photos and picked out one she’d seen on her last visit. The girl had a large design that covered most of her lower stomach. “Would something like this cover them?” “Yes, it might. What did you have in mind?” “Can I look at your book again?” She stood with her jeans and panties at her knees and her stretchy top pulled up over her bra. Thomas sketched away, looking up at her and smiling from time to time. Cassandra was amazed at herself. Six months ago, she’d have died rather than show her body to anyone except her husband or doctor. Now, she was naked from the bra to her knees, and was only embarrassed by the stretchmarks, not because Thomas was looking at her. “OK, let’s see what you think. It’s a little different, but it’s what I see.” Cassandra’s heart thumped. The heart-shaped knot of vines sat low on her belly with its point just above the start of her lips. Just as on her back, more vines coiled away from the heart to entwine with those on her flanks. Others arched out and up from the point of the heart and than trailed back down over her slender lips to end in spirals on the insides of her thighs. In the center of the heart was another butterfly. She was entranced by both the beauty and by the absolute sexual feelings the drawing conveyed. “You’re not saying anything. Too much?” “No. It’s beautiful and it’s…, it makes me…. How do you see all that? It’s like you know what I’m feeling before I do.” “Sometimes I just can read people…, some special people anyway. Their emotions come through when I look at them. Does that sound weird?” “No, not if you don’t think I’m weird for feeling aroused by your drawing. Can you draw it, like before, so I can see it on me?” “Sure. Uh, you’ll have go home and shave first, or I can do that for you here.” “I think I’d rather you did it. I can’t see everything, you know, down there, and…, well, would you do it, please?” The clippers buzzed as Thomas sheared away her dark curls. It was a little frightening to have anything sharp around so sensitive an area, but his gentleness helped. He was careful to stretch the skin tight so he wouldn’t accidentally nick her. His gloved fingers made her shiver. “You know, a lot of people think tattoos are erotic. Being aroused by this one doesn’t make you weird, any more than I’m weird for being the same way.” “I make you, I mean, it makes you excited?” Thomas reached to the shelf behind the chair and pushed on the top of a black box. White shaving cream poured out onto his fingers. It was warm when he smoothed it over her mound and around her lips. She felt a slight pull from the new disposable razor as Thomas gently shaved her mound. “Yes. I usually don’t react to them, but this one’s different somehow. Uh, I need you to spread your legs a bit more so I can reach everywhere.” He was very careful, more careful than he had been with the clippers. Her mound was soon smooth and Thomas began to shave the recess between her thighs and her long, slender lips. He pulled each lip away from her body and shaved in short, careful strokes. As he worked, his fingers rubbed over her inner lips and occasionally bumped into her clitoris. Cassandra closed her eyes and let the sensations flow through her body. Before she knew what was happening, she began to respond. His touch was as she had dreamed. The shaving cream made his gloved fingers slippery and soft and increased the feeling of arousal she’d experienced when looking at his drawing. Her body was preparing for an intimate union, and as a result, Thomas was soon having difficulty keeping her lips pulled tight. Her wetness caused them to keep slipping through his fingers. He would release his light grip and secure another. In the process, he was massaging Cassandra’s inner lips and the little bump that peeked from its hood. She couldn’t tell if this was intentional or not, and she didn’t care. Her heart was racing with the sensations and with the knowledge that she wanted him to touch her there, to excite her as he was doing, to take her -, to make her -. Suddenly, Cassandra cried out, arched off the chair, and grabbed Thomas’s hand to keep it in place. She bucked again before collapsing back against the cushions. It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just….” “It’s OK. It happens sometimes. I’m done anyway. Just lay back and relax while I do the drawing.” It had never happened before, Thomas reflected, as he drew the design on her skin. When he’d done certain body piercings, yes, but not just from shaving a client. He wasn’t lying when he’d said the tattoo aroused him, either, although it was her more than the tattoo. It was a good thing she was lying down. He’d quickly dropped a towel over his lap when she climaxed, but it didn’t do much to hide the erection. It was still rock hard when he finished the drawing, and Thomas didn’t stand until she’d dressed again. Linda’s voice giggled through the mouthful of chocolate brownie. “So, how did it go. Did you let him know you’re hot for his bod?” Cassandra sipped her coffee and then grinned. “I think he might suspect. I had an orgasm while he was shaving me. He uh, he was hard too, I think. He put a towel over his pants but I could see him sticking up.” “Shaving you? Orgasm? What the hell did you tell him?” “That I wanted another tattoo to hide my stretchmarks. Here, I’ll show you.” Cassandra unzipped her jeans and pulled them to her knees. “Uh, Cassandra, we’re not in your bedroom. Aren’t you afraid somebody will see you through the windows?” “I don’t care. I think this one’s as beautiful as my other one.” “Gee, I’d forgotten what I looked like when I used to shave. Might have to try it again. Well, it is pretty, but are you sure about this? I mean, a tattoo on your ass is one thing. This one goes right down there on your coochy. If you’re as sensitive there as I am, it’s gonna hurt like hell.” “Thomas says the pain is part of the cost, and I’m willing to pay that price.” “Just too have him touch you again, right?” “No. Well, yes, a little, but, well, it’s hard to explain. When I got the first one, it hurt, but I realized I could control it, kind of like when the kids were born. That’s a good feeling, to be in control. This one might hurt more, I don’t know, but it’s special. I did go back just to see him, but after I saw what he drew, I wanted it, the control, the beauty of it, and yes, I wanted to have him touch me there. I think Thomas put the heart knot there for a reason, a reason I’m hoping is because he likes me. The vines that go down are there for a reason, too. I think it’s because he knows I’ve found a part of myself that’s been reborn, just like the vines are every year. Thomas said he saw that when he drew it. Don’t you see? I have to do this, because I have find out how he really feels. The worst that can happen is that I have a beautiful tattoo that makes me feel good. The best…, well, we’ll see.” Cassandra’s heart throbbed as she climbed the steps. Did Thomas know? Did he feel as she hoped? He’d said she aroused him. He greeted her with a smile when she walked through the door. “We still on for this?” “Definitely. It’s beautiful, but I have to have it for some other reasons, too.” “Oh? Care to tell me?” “Not just yet. They’re personal and hard to explain.” “I understand. I told you the same thing, didn’t I?” “Yes, and I figured out what you meant after I got the first one. This one’s going to be even more personal, or at least I hope it will be.” “OK. Well, you know the routine.” Thomas grinned wickedly and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Take off those jeans and hop up on my torture table.” He covered her bare legs with a towel. “Warm enough? I don’t want any goosebumps. Oh, and I need you to pull up your sweatshirt, please.” She had some stubble. “I’ll have to shave you again before I start, OK.” “I’ll try to control myself this time.” “No, it’s all right. You do what ever you feel like doing.” She said it without thinking. “If I do that, you’re not going to get much tattooing done.” “Oh? Why?” What had caused to say that? Linda had said she should encourage him, but wouldn’t he think she was only some divorcee who couldn’t control her emotions. Her mother always told her a woman who said she wanted a man would be considered slutty. Thomas lifted one of her lips and slowly stroked the razor over the satin-soft surface. The wonderful tingle raced through her. Maybe he’d think she was a slut, but she didn’t really care. “Because I think I like you. I think I like you a lot.” Thomas paused. So, maybe it was him and not just the intimate experience of getting a tattoo? Once before, in Los Angeles, he’d thought…. No. He couldn’t. It had taken the dragons to rid him of the pain and now they reminded him of how badly he’d been hurt. “Tattoos are an emotional experience. I think you’re just caught up in all that. We’ve been seeing a lot of each other and….” “No. It’s you. I – I thought…, I was hoping you might feel something for me. Last Saturday, you said I excited you, and then, when I…. You were hard….” “Cassandra, I got hurt once. Same thing happened then. I swore I’d never do that again. I can’t hurt that way again.” “Why do you think I came back? It wasn’t to get another tattoo, well, not at first, anyway. I – I wanted to see if you ….” She put her hand over her face. “I guess I was wrong.” Cassandra pushed herself up and started to get off the chair. It was as useless to hide from his feelings as to threaten a lightning bolt. Thomas caught her shoulders. “You weren’t wrong. I just wasn’t sure.” He pulled her into his embrace. “Until now.” He held her in his arms and stroked her hair. “When you first walked into my shop, it was there. I felt it, but I tried to ignore it. Then, when I started drawing your tattoo, it came again. It was like something was pulling me to you. Saturdays became the best day of the week, because you would be here. When you came back for another tattoo, I was so happy, but I couldn’t say anything. “That one time before was a little like this, but she didn’t really want me. She wanted what I could do and that was the only attraction. I didn’t understand that. When she left, it about killed me. Cassandra, please don’t tell me you’re going to leave. I couldn’t take it.” She kissed him, softly at first, and then with a passion she’d never felt for Brian. The kiss Thomas returned melted her in his arms. She pulled him tighter against her breasts. “The only way I’ll leave is if you ask me to.” Cassandra unbuttoned his shirt and caught her breath at the sight of his chest. Two large Celtic dragons entwined themselves in the center and down the muscles of his stomach. Around each nipple was one of the Celtic suns from his notebook. A wide band of knotwork ringed his belly. All of it was entrancing, but her eyes kept going back to the dragons and the suns. A sudden desire took her, and she kissed one of Thomas’s nipples. He shivered. She kissed the other, then pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Her full breasts sagged gently against her chest. Thomas lifted them and gently stroked her nipples with his thumbs. “I didn’t wear a bra today. I thought, I was hoping, maybe….” Thomas laid her back on the reclined chair, snapped off the latex gloves and shrugged off his shirt. He walked to the door, turned the latch, and as he walked back to the chair, unbuckled his jeans and stepped out of them. His fingers touched her breasts again, making her nipples rise, and then trailed down the length of her body. He used a towel to gently remove the shaving cream, and then lowered the footrest of the chair. Cassandra’s legs went down with the footrest until she lay with her knees bent and open. His cock was stiff in her hand, but that wasn’t what made her gasp when she saw him. There were three bands of finely detailed knotwork encircling his shaft. She lightly stroked the soft skin, then stretched it over his hardness. The knotwork seemed to breathe. Thomas lightly caressed her shaved lips. His fingertips against her bare, smooth skin sent little ripples of sensation racing through her. Cassandra squeezed the hard cock in her hand and slowly stroked its length. His fingertip slipped through her moist lips and slowly explored her wet, swollen ripples. Cassandra sighed and caressed the dragons on Thomas’s chest. With each breath he took, the fearsome beasts rose and fell beneath her fingertips. She traced the tattoo down over his belly and back up. Her nails scratched him lightly and Thomas groaned. She felt the thickness of two fingers entering her and spread her thighs wide. Thomas curled the fingertips against the soft little pad just inside her entrance. With his thumb, he pushed down gently until he was squeezing and massaging the sensitive pad between his fingers and thumb. His cock slipped from her grasp as Cassandra cried out and pulled him down to her breast. Thomas sucked her nipple between his lips and gently rolled it. When he touched her extended clit, Cassandra nearly jumped off the chair. It was just as she’d imagined, that Sunday morning. She lifted her hips as he lightly bit her nipple. Her wet warmth flowed around his fingers. Thomas raised slightly and moved the hand to his face. He inhaled her scent, smiled, and began nibbling his way down her belly. She felt his fingertips part her sex just as he kissed her on the soft swell of her mound. A fingertip swirled quickly around her clit and Cassandra rolled her head to one side. She recovered enough to feel his tongue searching over her lips, then between them. He was going to - , no, she couldn’t, just couldn’t. She started to reach for his head, to stop him, but when his tongue touched her satin cleft, a wave of sensation racked her body. She moaned and again tried to stop him, but the rasp of his tongue over her clit took her mind to places of which she’d never even dreamed. Cassandra began to loll her head and moan as the surging waves shot from her sex to deep within her tightening belly. She was at the brink when he stopped, moved to the end of the chair, and locked her legs around his waist. His cock bumped her wet lips, pushed forward into resistance, and then slipped down to her entrance. Cassandra raised her head and watched as each of the three knotwork bands disappeared slowly inside her. It was as if her swollen lips were devouring him, pulling him into her, and the sight was more erotic than she thought possible. Thomas pulled back, then slowly sank his length back in until his dark curls brushed the smooth skin of her mound. Cassandra wrapped her arms around his back and let him sweep her into sexual limbo. Her nails first lightly scratched his back, then began to dig in as the waves of pleasure swept her. Through eyes half-closed with lust, she saw the dragons only inches from her heaving breasts. The dragons were reaching for her nipples, their mouths open to bite the small, tautly distended buds. Thomas pushed himself deep and bumped the end of her passage. She groaned and gave herself to the dragons, lifted her breasts to the gaping mouths, and felt the rasp of licking tongues on the dark, dimpled tips. She wrapped her legs around Thomas’s thighs and gripped him tightly as the shudder started. She felt him push deep again, and pulled him tighter. Her belly contracted, then started to ripple as she fell over the edge. With a cry, Cassandra pulled Thomas to her mouth, her tongue searching for his and tasting her salty scent on his lips. His tongue found hers and that was enough. She heaved against him and the cry of her release exploded into his mouth. Her hips rocked into him as he spent himself in four deep thrusts. They stayed joined, each enjoying the feeling as Thomas slowly stroked his softening cock in and out. He kissed her, softly, with the gentleness of the love he felt. “Well, after that, do you still want the tattoo?” “More now than ever before. It’ll remind me of that special event I was hoping for, won’t it?” She went to Thomas’s studio every night and the tattoo was finished in a week. Cassandra stood up from the kitchen table, faced Linda and pulled open her robe. “Well, what do you think? Do you suppose this is enough to tell me who I am again?” “Cassandra, the first one changed you a lot. Now, I don’t even recognize you.” “I’m still the same person. I just found a part of me that was hidden for all these years. I like that part, and I have you to thank for it.” “I’m not sure I want to be responsible for all this.” “Linda, I have to tell you something. I love you like a sister, but I never really understood you. You talk all the time about love and sex and you read all those magazines about love and sex and I thought you were a little nuts. I was married and thought I had as much of both as anybody ever got. After Brian did what he did, I thought maybe if I’d been more like you, we’d still be together. “If I hadn’t done what you said, hadn’t gotten that first tattoo, I’d still think that, and I’d be miserable. I couldn’t be like you, not then, not until Thomas. Now I know it wouldn’t have helped anyway. Brian and I…, I don’t think we were meant to stay together. Don’t ask me how I know that. I just do. Anyway, I love you more now for helping me. She embraced Linda and patted her on the back. “Dammit, Cassandra. You’re naked under that robe and you’re hugging me. What if somebody was looking through the windows?” “Uh, Linda, actually, someone is. Sit tight for a minute, OK.” Linda heard the front door open, some muffled voices, and the door slamming shut. Cassandra walked quickly back into the kitchen, yanked the chair back and slammed herself into the seat. “Whoever it was, they sure as hell pissed you off.” “It was Brian. I saw him peeking through the window when I was hugging you.” “What did he want?” “Oh, his little redhead decided she’d made a mistake and left him. He wanted to talk. Thought I might take him back.” “Well?” Cassandra’s frown turned to a grin and she giggled. “I told him to go fuck himself.” Her eyes flashed and she giggled again. “He seemed rather shocked.” The hotel conference room was filled with people, and Cassandra stood behind the stage curtain. Beneath the robe, she wore nothing but high heels and a small bikini. Thomas hugged her and smiled. Tattoos of the Soul “You sure you’re OK with this? There’ll be a lot of people looking at you.” “I’m not afraid of them looking. I’m afraid of all those young girls. They’re really pretty and they’re so thin.” “Just do like we practiced. They don’t stand a chance.” He kissed her on the forehead as the announcer spoke. “From St. Louis, and representing their studio, Tattoos by Thomas, comes Cassandra Livingston. The ink was done by her husband, Thomas. We haven’t seen his work here before. Let’s let both of them know how much we like it.” “Here we go, Cassie. Knock ‘em dead.” She let the robe fall from her shoulders and stepped through the curtain. All she could see were the bright stage lights and the flash of cameras. The applause began slowly as she stepped to the center of the stage. A murmur ran through the audience, and the applause grew. She was blushing. She could feel it, but she could feel something else, too. She could feel Thomas watching, urging her on, telling her she was the one. With a big smile on her face, she threw back her shoulders to lift her breasts and slowly walked down the runway. The Celtic suns around each nipple seemed warm, but she knew it was just the bright lights. At the end of the runway, she paused, pulled the front of the bikini panties down a little more and slowly turned so the judges could get a good look at both her front and back. The two butterflies inside the heart on her belly were small, but very intricate, and she wanted to be sure the judges saw them. After another turn, she walked back through the curtain and into Thomas’ arms. “They liked us, didn’t they?” “I told you they would. There’s something really special about you, Cassie. I saw it a long time ago, and they did too.” It was raining in St. Louis, like it rained every spring, a cold rain that knifed the chill through any kind of clothing. Cassandra shivered and pulled the blanket back over her body. Thomas had a habit of rolling himself into a cocoon at night. She supposed that was from years of sleeping alone. She scooted across the sheets and snuggled against the complex knotwork tattoo on his back. The bed bounced slightly. Cassandra lay against Thomas and listened to the deep rumble of Hector’s purring. She felt a paw tap her face, then the soft brush of his vibrating side as he rubbed her cheek. “Oh, you fat old cat. You can’t be hungry yet.” “He’s always hungry. That’s why he’s so fat.” “Well, he’ll have to wait just a little longer. I’m all warm and cozy, and I’m not getting up.” “We have to get up, remember? The guys from the magazine are coming today.” Cassandra yawned and scratched her breast. “Oh, yeah. What time was it? Ten?” “Nine. What time is it now?” “About seven. Oh, I asked Linda to if she’d like to ride in with us. You don’t mind, do you?” “No, of course not. She afraid to have her picture in the article? I’m sure they’ll want it.” “Are you kidding? She’s been exercising for a month and got her hair done yesterday. She came over afterwards. She’s so proud of her hips and back. You really made her happy. Her daughter thinks she’s crazy, but the guy at the bank told her he thinks she’s exotic. I think they have a thing going.” Hector wasn’t taking no for an answer. He rubbed his face against Cassandra’s nose. “OK, Hector. We’re getting up.” The magazine was in the newsstands three months later. On page forty-three was an article about the influence of Celtic symbols on modern tattoo designs and the artist whose work won the last Las Vegas Celtic competition. Cassandra and Thomas were pictured side by side, and there were pictures of Thomas’ artwork as well. Linda had a photo all by herself, as did a few of Thomas’ other customers. Hector even had a small photo. In part of the article, Cassandra and Thomas explained the meaning of some of the symbols and how the symbols were thought by the Celts to connect them with their Gods. The writer summarized the article with these final words: “If we’re very fortunate, we meet someone during our lives who has the power to understand who we are and the talent to put that understanding into art that changes us forever. Thomas Livingston is such a man. His artistic talents are obvious, but there’s something else about him. My tats are nice and I like them. That’s why I got them in the first place. The tattoos he did for his wife, Cassie, their friend, Linda, and the others I interviewed hold an almost spiritual power for them. They are truly, ‘Tattoos of the Soul’.” *********************************** Thanks for reading this work. Please vote to indicate how much you enjoyed it, and leave comments if you can spare the time. Your votes and feedback are the only way I will know how much you enjoyed my effort, and furnish the only means to improve my writing. Thanks again, Ronde.