Chap three - edited 


Three weeks after my trip, my body was  healed and I actually
liked the feel of the new additions to my body. My nipples were always hard and
my cock was very sensitive to the presence of the silver stud.  It had also been
three weeks since I had shot a load of cum and I was ready for sex.  I had an
appointment with the mistress tonight and felt I would explode when I was with
her. When I got to her place, she met me at the door. "Not so fast slave, we have
more things to do before you can be my total sex slave.".  Before a protest could
be raised, we were back in the car driving into L.A.  When we got to Sunset, we
found a parking place and went into a small rundown shopping center.  There in
front of me was a Tattoo parlor.  "I have to have my total mark on you slave so
others will know who you belong to."  "Are you wearing your new studs?" she
asked. I nodded yes. "Are you wearing your cock rings?" "Yes mistress" I replied.
 "Good, then let's go in."  When we walked into the shop, I noticed most of the
artists were guys but one red head was watching us. "Pamela, not another poor
soul?" she laughed.  "Soon all of L.A. will be wearing your brand." "Well Cindy,
I think this one may be special.".  "He likes the whip and Julie certainly likes
to use his ass". She said it so loud that everyone looked at me and I felt the
blood rushing into my face. "Let's take him into the back room" Cindy laughed and
pulled back a curtain showing a chair and a stool.  After we were behind the
curtain, Pamela ordered me to strip. With little hesitation, I got naked quickly.
 Cindy was walking around me taking in all the new additions to my body. "Ooohh,
nice little rings in his nipples." She reached out and flipped them up several
times.  Looking down at my leather bound cock, she stroked the hard little silver
stud below the head of my prick.  "Look at this, he is really a slave isn't he?"
"Not totally yet" Pamela said "but soon he will be."  They both put me down in
the chair.  "I'd like a little black whip right over his cock." "Put a little red
on the tip of the whip so everyone knows that he likes to get whipped a lot." 
"On his ass, I want the words 'Pamela's sex slave'.  "This will make him mine
permanently." "No problem" said Cindy and she started getting the colors and
needles ready for my branding. Cindy wiped my shaved groin with alcohol and
applied the stencil.  She then bent down and started to use the needle to draw
the little black whip on my skin.  The sharp bite kept me sweating as she worked.
"Don't let that dick get too hard  or I might have to mark it also" she giggled.
After she had finished the drawing and wiped away the blood, she told me to turn
over.  Now it was time for Pamela's words on my ass that  that would mark me
forever. The stinging went on for quite a while but finally it was done.  "Ok,
this will scab for a week or so but then you will be a work of art" Cindy said. 
She grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze.  "Come back when you get healed."  "I'd
like to know how that stud feels in a pussy." "Anytime you want" replied Pamela.
"Since he belongs to me now, he has no say in what will do."  I pulled my clothes
slowly back on and hoped that the changing of my body was now done.  I wanted the
SEX part of sex slave and I knew I had paid dearly for it.  We left the shop and
I drove home trying not to put any weight on my needled ass.  Pamela got out at
the dungeon.  "Meet me in two weeks on Saturday morning" she said.  "Time to go
show you off now I have you decorated like I want." I knew better than to ask
how.  She would like an opportunity to use the whip on my ass again for
disobedience.  I could only wait.