He sat the chair up, released my hands and put a sheet of paper in my right one. I held the paper up where I could see it was detailed aftercare instruction for the tattoos and piercings. “Sissy, you must follow these instructions carefully. I wouldn’t normally do this much work in a single session, but that’s what Sheila wanted. You must be especially careful with the work I did between your legs. If you get an infection from any of these piercings you could get very sick. As far as your speech is concerned, you’ll be able to speak more clearly in a couple of days.”
He removed the rest of my restraints and led me to a full-length mirror. I touched my lips. They were puffy and a light pink color. My hazel eyes were lined in black and highlighted in a soft blue-green. I tried to be careful and stick out my tongue. The tongue was swollen and the insert was very large.
Tattoo man smiled and said. “You can’t imagine how good that feels to the underside of a cock.”
I hit my tooth with the damn thing when I quickly closed my mouth. My ears contained simple silver studs. My nipples contained silver barbells with stirrups or doorknockers that pivoted freely on the barbell shafts. A silver oval plate dangled over my navel. It was engraved with a single word – Sissy. In rows along my scrotum were barbells complete with doorknockers. Of all the work the most engaging was the tiny silver stud in my upper lip. It was like a beauty mark. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Pointing to a leather-covered table Tattoo man said. “Lay down on your stomach. Shelia wanted me to restrain you, but this won’t be too bad.” He buckled a wide belt across my back then attached each wrist to the belt. He spread my legs and restrained them to the corners of the table with Velcro strips. My tampon cord attracted his attention. He tugged on it lightly then slapped my ass. “You’re serious about this girl thing aren’t you?”
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