Beth lay there, softly whimpering in pain and frustration. I was sure she wasn’t as pissed off about our actions as much as she was about not being able to reach an orgasm. Her cunt was still moist and stretched open. I zoomed in close and could see deep into her vagina. Her asshole was red from his fucking, and his cum continued to drip out of it and down her ass cheeks. Tim pulled up his pants and winked into the camera for me.
“Now we finish what we started,” he said, raising the chair back into position.
Tim picked up his tattoo gun and started to draw directly on Beth’s cunt. This was a complete surprise for her and she quickly came back to life. He extended the flames of the original heart down across her clit and over her swollen lips. Beth screamed as the gun worked away on her. The pain of the needle on her unsatisfied clit must have been excruciating as he filled in the colours. For a half-hour Tim worked away, completing Beth’s new tattoo.
“Now for the topper,” Tim smirked. He put down his tattoo gun and picked up his piercing needle. “This little wild cat needs a leash.”
Tim swabbed Beth’s pussy with alcohol to clean away some of the ink and cum that was on her. She twitched as he did, obviously still sensitive to the touch. He lifted her clit hood with a pair of forceps and then pierced the clit hood, inserting the gold ring. Beth screamed in pain. Tim then reloaded the piercing needle with another loop and moved towards her belly button. Beth begged him not to continue, but he simply laughed and completed his job. He put down his tools and picked up a length on gold chain from the jewelry box. He ran a length around her tummy and through the loop in her belly button. He connected the one end to the chain and then ran the remaining end down to the ring in her cunt. When he had finally attached the gold chain, Beth had her leash – a gold chain that ran around her waist and to her pussy. It was absolutely delicious.
Tim and I undid the straps while Beth lay motionless with her eyes closed. We left her there for a moment to catch her breath and went out into the hall. I paid Tim for his efforts, promising I would send him a copy of the video.
On the way home, Beth fell asleep in the car. I had to carry her into the house and put her to bed. Her skirt was essentially ruined – torn, covered with Tim’s cum and ink from the tattooing. When I awoke the next morning I found her in our bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a small mirror in her hand. I stood in the doorway and watched as she examined her new tattoo very closely, along with added pussy ring. I was waiting for her to lay into me, but instead was left speechless when she said:
“Umm, that Tim does really nice work!”