What Marianne has done to deserve such a severe punisment, I will not go into.
She is, at the time, in her late thirties...For a long time I had fantasized about how I could combine my fetishes and punishment for Marianne at the same time.
In the years that we were married, she had shown that she got horny when her hair was cut very short, she had her ears pierced, but only fantasized about tattooing. She wamted only in temporary tattoos... And definitely not something showing in public.
At times I drew some cute pictures on her skin with magic markers. She liked them, but always washed them off again. It always seemed like my work was wasted.
Cutting her hair was a great turn on for both of us and of course, that she couldn't hide from the public, but we kept it always acceptable.
It helped when she got a girlfriend Annah, who had very short blond hair. She had it cut every week, to keep it down to about a half inch, never more than three quarters of an inch.
Marianne knew that I got turned on by it and was jealous as hell...
One day she and Annah went together to a barbershop and both had their hair buzzed down to a half inch....
I love IT ! It was a great turn on and we had plenty of sex.
Just about around the time of our divorce she and Annah had a huge argument and ended up hating each other.
That's how Annah became my accomplice... Annah and I became a bit more than close friends and we discussed our fetishes.
So one day we went to a tattoo parlor, with a sample of a string of colorful flowers, to be put on Annah's body.
Because of our budget, this was done in stages, each time a few more flowers.
A watched it each time and saw how it was done.
Tattooing is basically simple. To make a beautiful tattoo is art work, but getting the pigments in the skin is easy.
Is was fascinating to see how Annah's skin became adorned with those flowers.
When Annah's chest had a string of those colorful flowers as if on a vine from her left shoulder do down over her breasts to her right hip, she suggested that I would finish it all the way around her body.
We bought ourselves the eqipmwnt for that.
In spite of being extemely nervous and sexually very excited, I managed to add a few flowers to the string....
It was a good job, actually a touch better than the tattooist had done...
I loved doing that and I loved screwing Annah while seeing those tattoos on her gorgeous body.
Over several weeks I added more flowers over her right hip around and diagonally over her back, until it met the start of the string
I loved every minute of it...
One day she asked me if i would have done Marianne like that, if she had allowed it...
I said, yes, definitely, but that I now fantasiszed tattooing her with dragons, demons and devils...
Anah and I watched many videos of women getting bussed shorn or shaved, women wwith tattoos or getting tattooed.
One was a favorite, a young woman getting tattooed and climaxing at the same time...
We watched L.A, Ink, Miami Ink and London Ink on TV regularly too...
Then one day Annah found out about Marianne.
She seemed to frequent a certain lounge, worse yet Annah was sure she was high all of the time...
Leave it to Annah's scheming mind, to find out more and make plans....
The idea scared me, but inrigued me no end...., could we abduct Marrianne.... somehow....?
We parked our car at the parking lot of the lounge and watched, many a night, when Marianne's car was there too.
We watched her going with a guy several times, she seemed to score practically every time....
Then one night late,she came stumbling out and got in her car, actually she never got in her car, she was just fumbling with the key...
It was a cinch to grab her put a piece of duct tape over her mouth and tape her arms on her back. She didn't even put op a struggle.
When Marianne came to, she was naked on a table, well strapped down.
Annah got to work on her head. With an electric clipper she cut off Marianne's hair except for a strip om top, so Marianne sported a one inch Mohawk....
I shaved the fuzz off her left arm and desinfected it, put a stencil on it and was ready for the most exciting adventure of my life....
All was ready... Marianne saw the tattoo gun and panicked, she tried to struggle, moaning under the duct tape, but it was in futile !
I started the gun and dipped the tip in the black ink...
I put my left hand on her arm, feeling the soft, warm, female skin... LIVE... , It moved a bit with all the struggling she did...
A storm of mixed emotions went through me.
The moment had come... I had dreamed of this many times...
I hesitated..., was I really going to do it....??
Marianne was going to be a tattooed woman for the rest of her life...
Just yesterday I had said; 'Come hell or high water, I'm gonna di it....'
Marianne's eyes got big, huge..., when I lowered my hand with the gun in it...
I had to force myself to be cool... A shaking hand wouldn't do...
The tip with the sharp needles touched her skin and suddenly they jumped into life....
It moved over her skin following the line of the stencil. Up, up and then around...ending just before the ink ran out...
I wiped the excess ink off....
Unbelievable, but there was a clear black line indelible... It was there to stay forever...."Atta boy" I heard Annah say, that's a good start for the bitch..."
I dipped the tip in the ink again and now almost automaticcally went to work....
It was a wonderful feeling, doing this to Matianne... The revenge was like a relieve of all kinds of pent up emotions.
All the frustrating hate for the bitch, all the years of trying to make something out of our marriage...
All the many lies, the cheating.... The pain she had caused many people.... It all came out of the tip of the gun now....!!
If possible Marianne's struggling got more furious, her moaning sure did, as the buzzing needles moved over her soft skin, leaving a wonderful track of ink behind...
Every time I wiped it clean, another bit of revenge was added, another line added.
My moves became easier, it looked as if the needles did the work by themselves.
The warm skin seemed to absorb the pigment willingly....
Slowly Marianne struggled less and finally lay exhausted under my hands.
I felt no fatigue, I was in a fantastic dream....
The ink just flew into her skin..., line after jet-black line.....
When I stretched my back, Annah gave me a drink... I needed that...
Now I looked at what I had done.
From he shoulder to her elbow was clearly the outline of a dragon's head...
Marianne's eyes were now more like they were begging, pleading with me...
Her breathing was labored, so Annah took the tape off her mouth.
Marianne took a deep gulp of air...
" Oh, my god, what are you doing to me...."
"Ah, Marianne, you're going to be a well tattooed women...," laughed Annah.
"Oooh, stop please. this is enough, please...."
"We'll turn you loose when you are all done, bitch, no sooner !
Are you ready to put the colors in now?" she asked me.
She had got the colors ready, nice bright wonderful colors....
Soon I was absorbed by my work again. I had to concentrate, not to feel myself getting hot. I didn't want to come right here in my pants....
Putting in the colors was really exciting, it was great fun to see the whole become an unmistakable tattoo, covering most of her upper arm...
Everytime I started the needles again, Marianne started to moan again, pleading for me to stop....
She even went as far as praying that it was just a nightmare...
It was daylight when the dragon's head was finished. Wonderful unnaturally bright colors over her whole upper arm...
It stood out fantastically, just one glance at her and you saw the tattoo right away !
We put a chain around Marianne's neck and fastened it to the floor. Then we undid the straps...
She had to be helped up.
Some sight, to see her look at her tattoo for the first time. "Oh, god it is so big....", was all she saud.
I grabbed Annah and took her to bed. In spite of the fact that I was very tired, I entered Annah, who was all ready for me. I spent myseff deep insaide of her before falling in a dreamless sleep...
The next day Marianne was a lot calmer, though she kept begging to let her go.
I noticed that she looked at her arm each time, when she thought herself unobserved,
Annah wanted to help and try her hand at tattooing too.
"Well, get down on the table again, sweetheart ! Time to get started again...."
Marianne started to cry and started to plead again.
She hardly resisted when I pushed her down on the table.
The table was so costructed that you could sit up too...
She didn't try to struggle and we got started again. I started an outlone on her lower arm and Annah prepared her righr upper arm.
We spent the day decorating her skin, it was not until the next day that her arms were all done.
They were now two spectacularly decorated appendages..., as if they didn't belong to the rest of her.Two weeks later Marianne hadher torso decorated too.
We shaved her head again and trimmed the Mphawk...
Then we set her free....
She disappeared for a couple of years, nobody knew where she had gone to.
It was several years later that she was seen working in a bar in California, serving drinks.
Every employee had to be tattooed there, that was theit specialty....