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304 the padlocked nurse pt2
John woke first, at seven, the place silent save the buzz of Barney, snoring, he smiled, thinking to himself that the poor lad had had a hard night!
On went the kettle, as glancing through the window, he could see the parkland, bathed in sunlight, early dog walkers and (he shuddered) joggers… to his mind silly beggars stressing hearts and plodding round the boating pond, wasting away precious sleeping time and of course their lives. He had to look away, grinning to himself, to each his own…making tea he went in to call the lovers. The bed was dishevelled, the bed-clothes thrown back his wife still asleep, lay on her back, naked, with Barney beside her, still attached to her left nipple like a baby, her arm round his shoulder, him still snoring heavily, a look of sublime happiness on his face, her hand still gripping his penis. her sex, still fairly swollen and red from recent use., her nipples erect. He grinned, put their teas on the respective bedside cabinets, and shook them awake before returning to his own tea cup.
They appeared after a time, empty cups in hand, each in turn using the bathroom, and then drowsily sitting on the couch naked, it had been a long night. By now John was wide awake, and a becoming for some reason a little irritable, he could see the tiny spots of colour were still visible on her body, and it reminded him of the appointment. He became dynamic, saying they needed to be ready to leave by ten-fifteen, and there “was a bit to do!” sending her to cook them some breakfast, saying that she had worn her lover out, and kept him awake half the night with her moaning and grunting. To which she smiled then went to the cooker. So now she was to feed them, then with Barneys assistance she could run a razor over any stubble, and shower, and all before she dressed.
The two men straightened the living room cleared the empties from the veranda and then, each in turn showered while Mandy cooked, naked, trying to avoid spitting fat, and keep her loose breasts from the heat while smiling to herself as she remembered last night and her rampant young lover.
It was a case of anything to keep her mind from the coming ordeal that awaited at the tattooists, as she had read that tattoos could be painful, and she was scheduled to receive not one but five and of what?!
They fed, then Barney bathed her, she dressed, then appeared at her husband`s instruction in the living room in a low-cut green dress that buttoned down the front, and was the only item, no underclothing and a low-healed pair of slip on, shoes with no stockings or jewellery.
Soon they parked in the town and led by her husband, her lover at her side they walked the Saturday morning shoppers, the crowded pavement seeming like a mile, but in reality, just the 200 yds to the small precinct. Mandy feeling nervous, exposed and praying not to meet anyone they knew or to fall and expose her nakedness. Her pussy unusually uncovered by the lack of knickers, cool and damp under her dress, her nipples stiff and unfettered, rubbing on the inside of the thin dress.
They turned the corner and a little garishly decorated shop came into sight, her heart thumped in her chest, as John led them inside.
There were two large, biker type individuals obviously waiting, and a small neat woman behind the counter. The men`s eyes slithered over Mandy, appraising her body and the smooth thin green dress, the protruding nipples and no knicker line, their faces hungry and with keen interest. She felt naked under their gaze and blushed heavily when the whole room heard her husband announce to the assistant, “our woman has an appointment to be marked at 11, we are a bit early!” unflustered the receptionist told them to “take a seat, he won`t be long!” her mind registered it would be a male tattooist then who would inflict whatever marks her men had chosen.
They sat, opposite the two bikers, who`s eyes missing nothing as Mandy tried desperately to sit without showing them more of her body than she had too.
To her relief the two were soon called by an oriental lady that appeared from a doorway, they stood and followed her off down a corridor, a door off to one side closing with a bump after they had entered, Traffic passed noisily outside as they waited silently, a blue-bottle buzzed about, and a herd of butterflies were beating there wings in her belly, as she sat glancing at the illustrations on the wall of folk heavily tattooed, in lurid colours. It made her fear intensify.
A man appeared, tall lightly built and clean shaven, he was not what she had expected. His nod was enough, and they followed him down the corridor, John leading, turning into the last room at the end, her knees beginning to tremble…
The tattooist introduced himself to them all as Trevor, he shook hands with the men kissed Mandy`s hand and said, “So this is the lucky-lady, well get the clothes of then madam, I want to see my canvas…!” With shaking hands now, she removed the dress, until naked she stood discarding the dress onto a chair, while the three men watched her intently.
“LAY” it was a sudden order, not to be ignored, and accompanied by a pointing finger indicating the padded table, with its clean white cover and raised leg rests. She lay back, placing her legs in the rests, her body open now to his piercing gaze.
Trevor placed a blindfold over her eyes, and suddenly sitting up sharply she began to panic, she had not expected this loss of vision, again got the sharp command to “LAY STILL GIRL”
She lay back, heart fluttering the darkness, heightening her other receptors, the five identified points like pinpoints in her mind.
She could hear them talking, John explaining that each point was numbered, and each tattoo pattern corresponded, but he did not want her to see it or have a hint of the patterns until it was finished. Trevor saying, “he understood about the need for secrecy and would waver the personal permissions, though she seemed nervous, would she lay still?” to which came the reply that “Barney, her lover and I, her master will hold her hands sitting each side of the table and watching with interest!”. There was a pause, chairs sc****d on either side of her body, then she heard various clicks and tapings, as the man she regarded in her head now as her executioner got his equipment ready… then it began.
She felt the alcohol wipes first, wiped on each of the five chosen spots. Reassuring hands took hers, the rougher ones of Barney she knew at once were on her left, her arms outstretched now, a hand in each man`s lap awaiting that first touch of the machine and the anticipated pain. The wipe found her left inner leg once more, up near the bottom of her labia but clear of her sex itself by perhaps two inches
A quick rub of some sort of pattern, then she thought Vaseline or petroleum jelly in a smear, Trevor explain each step as he got to it, which though she couldn’t see was a comfort in a way.
“this time just the outline, it’s the worse part girl, and once it`s done, you come back in a month for the next stage.”
Her mind screamed back in a month, do it again… bloody hell!
The buzzing and vibrating pen began its work,
Causing her as it first touched, to jump then settling to little more than a pinprick rapidly and consistently penetrating the outer layer of her body, the back of her assailants knuckles transmitting a vibration to her pussy that was mildly erotic and a distraction for her racing mind. It was bearable, just, and it went on for some time, how long she had no idea, but to her it seemed an eternity, believing the tattoo must be huge.
Another wipe, then a pause, then back it came, her imagination wondering desperately what John was having done to her.
Another pause, the cold sweep of the alcohol wipe once more, this time round her naval, her mind screamed that this would be in sight if she wore her bikini, but she was in no position to complain, she lay desperately trying to relax, but this time without the distraction of the vibrations to her now wet sex. She had no idea what was being done but it seemed to surround the button, with tiny somethings, her hands wanted desperately to explore, to trace out the marks. But the hands of her husband and her lover were firm and allowed no movement.
She was aware of Trevor`s soothing but firm voice, explain how to keep the tattoos from infection, and which creams to use, she hoping desperately the men were listening, as her distracted mind wouldn’t hold the incoming information, then she thought… Barney… wasn’t he going on holiday, he would be away, leaving her to recover… the shit… yes, she wanted the tattoos, but was this discomfort going to be worth it? Slowly she came to realise that he had stopped no5, completed…where next…no1 or2, or 3, all tender spots, all sacred sexual positions that she prayed would not be seen at work, this on plain skin was irritating, even painful in a sore sort of way, on her mons or breast…god what had she agreed too…
She had not long to wait, the cold splash of the alcohol, heralded the left breast as the next target. Ooh, her tender breast, that nipple Barney had spent sucking on this very morning, surprisingly only hours ago attached to it like some oversize baby!
The machine buzzed, and the areola nerves registered more than a little discomfort, a ring, round the perimeter, she could recognise that, a single thin line, hoping against hope that the marks where the uniform came too were still visible to him so he knew where that uniform came too, she felt lines radiating a good inch or so from that first line, what the hell is it he was drawing, her mind rattled through the ideas, a map perhaps, x marks the treasure, even John wouldn’t have that surely, another circle, then another each a little wider than the first, a target perhaps? No that was more-neat and more regular the idea was dismissed, as she began to moan loudly, cursing them for this sore buzzing mark she was receiving,
four irregular circuits of the sore breast now, another pause, was it over… she begging them to stop, there was a pause, John released her hand, were they letting her up? But no her hopes were dashed when he held her nose , she opened her mouth and before she could speak, the ball gag was between her teeth, and clipped on, she was pushed back, and the hand taken back under control a cloth wiped over her breast and the alcohol wipe became present on her other breast, now what, the vibration began again, the circles, she counted, 1,2,3,4,5 this time then a few outward, radiating lines from the areola to the biggest ring, finally a spot or a splodge beside the nipple another tickle or two and another wipe and longer pause, another one finished,
Her mind screamed -Oh god, that just leaves the mons, No1 location John called it, near the tenderest spot on her body, she bit her lip!
Trevor`s voice broke into the thoughts, saying “that this one is biggest, and no doubt will hurt most.” It was not what she needed to hear, the alcohol wipe proclaiming exactly the position. A wipe of the jelly, his fingers caressing her labia and her clit as they surveyed the location, a crafty feel the bastard, she heard John laughing. The vibration and the pinpricks beginning once more, this time on her newly depleted mons, pain duller now, but definitely beginning to erupt from the location, the vibration like a vibrator jostling the area, fetching her to a low climax, that took her mind from the tingle of that dreaded needle, now working in short bursts, each of which were followed by wipes by a cloth of some sort, on and on it went, stinging, vibrating, and giving that feeling of euphoric soreness, knowing this was the final stanza and it was nearly over. “just a little more, sweety” Trevor`s voice again, “two more lines sweetheart, just two more thick lines” alcohol wiped down the length of the left labia lip, god no, no, you can`t… be serious… the vibration said differently, and a line of vibrant pinpricks followed wandering down the edge of the tender meaty lip, pain like a flame applied to skin raced through her body, accompanied by her groan building to a strangled scream behind the gag.
Her companions immobile, firm grips holding her still, as she writhed under the needles caress
The wipe slapped itself down the sister lip, and again the needle began its song, her scream rising as the line moved lower and lower along the right lip, hands folding her legs to her chest now, the wipe stinging down into the area of her anus... her sobs pitiful as this most sensitive spot was prepared then in invaded by the juddering needle.
Suddenly it was done, her body throbbing in five different places, hot and sensitive, her wrist at last free, as the men stood to gain an appreciation of the artist`s work, she heard hands being shaken and money changing hands.
They lifted her legs down from the rests, helped her to her feet, removed the gag and stood her still blindfold before the full-length mirror.
It was a memorable moment, eager hands removed the blindfold, she blinked, the light harsh on her eyes. Then she caught sight of her own familiar body, happy tears filling her eyes as she saw the swollen and red tattoo outlines of black cobwebs now around each of her nipples, on her breasts the right even having a small spider!
Her eyes fell to her mid-rift, her belly button surrounded by small but tasteful butterflies in a ring of leaves, and on the inside of her leg a single swallow, headed perhaps homeward towards the centre of her sexual universe. Finally, on her mons, its tendrils running in all directions a small octopus, two of its tendrils running down the outer lips of her wet sex, one apparently vanishing into her rectum and one towards either hip, and the last up over its shoulder holding a clear notice, proclaiming property of John.
Trevor applied simple sterile dressings, over the inflamed and swollen marks, cling film over those that leant themselves to that application, and sterile dressings to the others, before she turned to her husband, kissing him tenderly then dressing herself in her cool green dress while John fetched the car closer, to save her walking, her wobbly legs not keen on holding her upright her two lovers supporting her on her now weak legs.
Shoppers taking little notice, thinking she was perhaps drunk as a mild form of shock set in. Then, off they went homeward, the lift and her lovers whizzing her up the block and the two men soon placing her in her bed between the cool caressing sheets, the dress d****d over the bed end, and a smile on her face as she drifted off.
John woke first, at seven, the place silent save the buzz of Barney, snoring, he smiled, thinking to himself that the poor lad had had a hard night!
On went the kettle, as glancing through the window, he could see the parkland, bathed in sunlight, early dog walkers and (he shuddered) joggers… to his mind silly beggars stressing hearts and plodding round the boating pond, wasting away precious sleeping time and of course their lives. He had to look away, grinning to himself, to each his own…making tea he went in to call the lovers. The bed was dishevelled, the bed-clothes thrown back his wife still asleep, lay on her back, naked, with Barney beside her, still attached to her left nipple like a baby, her arm round his shoulder, him still snoring heavily, a look of sublime happiness on his face, her hand still gripping his penis. her sex, still fairly swollen and red from recent use., her nipples erect. He grinned, put their teas on the respective bedside cabinets, and shook them awake before returning to his own tea cup.
They appeared after a time, empty cups in hand, each in turn using the bathroom, and then drowsily sitting on the couch naked, it had been a long night. By now John was wide awake, and a becoming for some reason a little irritable, he could see the tiny spots of colour were still visible on her body, and it reminded him of the appointment. He became dynamic, saying they needed to be ready to leave by ten-fifteen, and there “was a bit to do!” sending her to cook them some breakfast, saying that she had worn her lover out, and kept him awake half the night with her moaning and grunting. To which she smiled then went to the cooker. So now she was to feed them, then with Barneys assistance she could run a razor over any stubble, and shower, and all before she dressed.
The two men straightened the living room cleared the empties from the veranda and then, each in turn showered while Mandy cooked, naked, trying to avoid spitting fat, and keep her loose breasts from the heat while smiling to herself as she remembered last night and her rampant young lover.
It was a case of anything to keep her mind from the coming ordeal that awaited at the tattooists, as she had read that tattoos could be painful, and she was scheduled to receive not one but five and of what?!
They fed, then Barney bathed her, she dressed, then appeared at her husband`s instruction in the living room in a low-cut green dress that buttoned down the front, and was the only item, no underclothing and a low-healed pair of slip on, shoes with no stockings or jewellery.
Soon they parked in the town and led by her husband, her lover at her side they walked the Saturday morning shoppers, the crowded pavement seeming like a mile, but in reality, just the 200 yds to the small precinct. Mandy feeling nervous, exposed and praying not to meet anyone they knew or to fall and expose her nakedness. Her pussy unusually uncovered by the lack of knickers, cool and damp under her dress, her nipples stiff and unfettered, rubbing on the inside of the thin dress.
They turned the corner and a little garishly decorated shop came into sight, her heart thumped in her chest, as John led them inside.
There were two large, biker type individuals obviously waiting, and a small neat woman behind the counter. The men`s eyes slithered over Mandy, appraising her body and the smooth thin green dress, the protruding nipples and no knicker line, their faces hungry and with keen interest. She felt naked under their gaze and blushed heavily when the whole room heard her husband announce to the assistant, “our woman has an appointment to be marked at 11, we are a bit early!” unflustered the receptionist told them to “take a seat, he won`t be long!” her mind registered it would be a male tattooist then who would inflict whatever marks her men had chosen.
They sat, opposite the two bikers, who`s eyes missing nothing as Mandy tried desperately to sit without showing them more of her body than she had too.
To her relief the two were soon called by an oriental lady that appeared from a doorway, they stood and followed her off down a corridor, a door off to one side closing with a bump after they had entered, Traffic passed noisily outside as they waited silently, a blue-bottle buzzed about, and a herd of butterflies were beating there wings in her belly, as she sat glancing at the illustrations on the wall of folk heavily tattooed, in lurid colours. It made her fear intensify.
A man appeared, tall lightly built and clean shaven, he was not what she had expected. His nod was enough, and they followed him down the corridor, John leading, turning into the last room at the end, her knees beginning to tremble…
The tattooist introduced himself to them all as Trevor, he shook hands with the men kissed Mandy`s hand and said, “So this is the lucky-lady, well get the clothes of then madam, I want to see my canvas…!” With shaking hands now, she removed the dress, until naked she stood discarding the dress onto a chair, while the three men watched her intently.
“LAY” it was a sudden order, not to be ignored, and accompanied by a pointing finger indicating the padded table, with its clean white cover and raised leg rests. She lay back, placing her legs in the rests, her body open now to his piercing gaze.
Trevor placed a blindfold over her eyes, and suddenly sitting up sharply she began to panic, she had not expected this loss of vision, again got the sharp command to “LAY STILL GIRL”
She lay back, heart fluttering the darkness, heightening her other receptors, the five identified points like pinpoints in her mind.
She could hear them talking, John explaining that each point was numbered, and each tattoo pattern corresponded, but he did not want her to see it or have a hint of the patterns until it was finished. Trevor saying, “he understood about the need for secrecy and would waver the personal permissions, though she seemed nervous, would she lay still?” to which came the reply that “Barney, her lover and I, her master will hold her hands sitting each side of the table and watching with interest!”. There was a pause, chairs sc****d on either side of her body, then she heard various clicks and tapings, as the man she regarded in her head now as her executioner got his equipment ready… then it began.
She felt the alcohol wipes first, wiped on each of the five chosen spots. Reassuring hands took hers, the rougher ones of Barney she knew at once were on her left, her arms outstretched now, a hand in each man`s lap awaiting that first touch of the machine and the anticipated pain. The wipe found her left inner leg once more, up near the bottom of her labia but clear of her sex itself by perhaps two inches
A quick rub of some sort of pattern, then she thought Vaseline or petroleum jelly in a smear, Trevor explain each step as he got to it, which though she couldn’t see was a comfort in a way.
“this time just the outline, it’s the worse part girl, and once it`s done, you come back in a month for the next stage.”
Her mind screamed back in a month, do it again… bloody hell!
The buzzing and vibrating pen began its work,
Causing her as it first touched, to jump then settling to little more than a pinprick rapidly and consistently penetrating the outer layer of her body, the back of her assailants knuckles transmitting a vibration to her pussy that was mildly erotic and a distraction for her racing mind. It was bearable, just, and it went on for some time, how long she had no idea, but to her it seemed an eternity, believing the tattoo must be huge.
Another wipe, then a pause, then back it came, her imagination wondering desperately what John was having done to her.
Another pause, the cold sweep of the alcohol wipe once more, this time round her naval, her mind screamed that this would be in sight if she wore her bikini, but she was in no position to complain, she lay desperately trying to relax, but this time without the distraction of the vibrations to her now wet sex. She had no idea what was being done but it seemed to surround the button, with tiny somethings, her hands wanted desperately to explore, to trace out the marks. But the hands of her husband and her lover were firm and allowed no movement.
She was aware of Trevor`s soothing but firm voice, explain how to keep the tattoos from infection, and which creams to use, she hoping desperately the men were listening, as her distracted mind wouldn’t hold the incoming information, then she thought… Barney… wasn’t he going on holiday, he would be away, leaving her to recover… the shit… yes, she wanted the tattoos, but was this discomfort going to be worth it? Slowly she came to realise that he had stopped no5, completed…where next…no1 or2, or 3, all tender spots, all sacred sexual positions that she prayed would not be seen at work, this on plain skin was irritating, even painful in a sore sort of way, on her mons or breast…god what had she agreed too…
She had not long to wait, the cold splash of the alcohol, heralded the left breast as the next target. Ooh, her tender breast, that nipple Barney had spent sucking on this very morning, surprisingly only hours ago attached to it like some oversize baby!
The machine buzzed, and the areola nerves registered more than a little discomfort, a ring, round the perimeter, she could recognise that, a single thin line, hoping against hope that the marks where the uniform came too were still visible to him so he knew where that uniform came too, she felt lines radiating a good inch or so from that first line, what the hell is it he was drawing, her mind rattled through the ideas, a map perhaps, x marks the treasure, even John wouldn’t have that surely, another circle, then another each a little wider than the first, a target perhaps? No that was more-neat and more regular the idea was dismissed, as she began to moan loudly, cursing them for this sore buzzing mark she was receiving,
four irregular circuits of the sore breast now, another pause, was it over… she begging them to stop, there was a pause, John released her hand, were they letting her up? But no her hopes were dashed when he held her nose , she opened her mouth and before she could speak, the ball gag was between her teeth, and clipped on, she was pushed back, and the hand taken back under control a cloth wiped over her breast and the alcohol wipe became present on her other breast, now what, the vibration began again, the circles, she counted, 1,2,3,4,5 this time then a few outward, radiating lines from the areola to the biggest ring, finally a spot or a splodge beside the nipple another tickle or two and another wipe and longer pause, another one finished,
Her mind screamed -Oh god, that just leaves the mons, No1 location John called it, near the tenderest spot on her body, she bit her lip!
Trevor`s voice broke into the thoughts, saying “that this one is biggest, and no doubt will hurt most.” It was not what she needed to hear, the alcohol wipe proclaiming exactly the position. A wipe of the jelly, his fingers caressing her labia and her clit as they surveyed the location, a crafty feel the bastard, she heard John laughing. The vibration and the pinpricks beginning once more, this time on her newly depleted mons, pain duller now, but definitely beginning to erupt from the location, the vibration like a vibrator jostling the area, fetching her to a low climax, that took her mind from the tingle of that dreaded needle, now working in short bursts, each of which were followed by wipes by a cloth of some sort, on and on it went, stinging, vibrating, and giving that feeling of euphoric soreness, knowing this was the final stanza and it was nearly over. “just a little more, sweety” Trevor`s voice again, “two more lines sweetheart, just two more thick lines” alcohol wiped down the length of the left labia lip, god no, no, you can`t… be serious… the vibration said differently, and a line of vibrant pinpricks followed wandering down the edge of the tender meaty lip, pain like a flame applied to skin raced through her body, accompanied by her groan building to a strangled scream behind the gag.
Her companions immobile, firm grips holding her still, as she writhed under the needles caress
The wipe slapped itself down the sister lip, and again the needle began its song, her scream rising as the line moved lower and lower along the right lip, hands folding her legs to her chest now, the wipe stinging down into the area of her anus... her sobs pitiful as this most sensitive spot was prepared then in invaded by the juddering needle.
Suddenly it was done, her body throbbing in five different places, hot and sensitive, her wrist at last free, as the men stood to gain an appreciation of the artist`s work, she heard hands being shaken and money changing hands.
They lifted her legs down from the rests, helped her to her feet, removed the gag and stood her still blindfold before the full-length mirror.
It was a memorable moment, eager hands removed the blindfold, she blinked, the light harsh on her eyes. Then she caught sight of her own familiar body, happy tears filling her eyes as she saw the swollen and red tattoo outlines of black cobwebs now around each of her nipples, on her breasts the right even having a small spider!
Her eyes fell to her mid-rift, her belly button surrounded by small but tasteful butterflies in a ring of leaves, and on the inside of her leg a single swallow, headed perhaps homeward towards the centre of her sexual universe. Finally, on her mons, its tendrils running in all directions a small octopus, two of its tendrils running down the outer lips of her wet sex, one apparently vanishing into her rectum and one towards either hip, and the last up over its shoulder holding a clear notice, proclaiming property of John.
Trevor applied simple sterile dressings, over the inflamed and swollen marks, cling film over those that leant themselves to that application, and sterile dressings to the others, before she turned to her husband, kissing him tenderly then dressing herself in her cool green dress while John fetched the car closer, to save her walking, her wobbly legs not keen on holding her upright her two lovers supporting her on her now weak legs.
Shoppers taking little notice, thinking she was perhaps drunk as a mild form of shock set in. Then, off they went homeward, the lift and her lovers whizzing her up the block and the two men soon placing her in her bed between the cool caressing sheets, the dress d****d over the bed end, and a smile on her face as she drifted off.
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