I was in the market for a new tattoo but couldn’t make up my mind what I wanted. I’d narrowed it down to three, so what did I do? What every good sub does, I asked Ford to make the decision.

“Sure, but let’s make this interesting. Where do you want this tattoo to be placed?” he asked cryptically.

“I’m not sure about that either except that I don’t want it visible when I’m wearing professional clothing,” I answered.

“So, you want to pick where and what is tattooed?”

“Yes.”

He continued to grill me for three more days to be sure this was what I wanted before making an appointment with our favorite artist for a week later. He said he did this to give me additional time to rethink any part of this.

“Because, love, the interesting part is that I’m not telling you which of the three I’ve chosen and you won’t know where it will be placed until we’re at the appointment.”

I immediately got wet.

“And,” he continued, “a new tattoo won’t eliminate our rules. You’ll still be spanked every morning after you suck me off. I’ll still eat you after every spanking until you come. You’ll still have nipple clips at least once a week. All the rules will still be in place.”

I rolled my eyes and agreed. Again.

The day finally arrived and we were in a private room. Ford was with me and told me to pull up my skirt around my waist and lie, belly down, on the table. Simon, our tattoo artist, was a good friend and knew the score with us so he didn’t raise an eyebrow.

He cleaned an area on my left ass cheek and got to work.

“Want to see?” he asked about an hour later.

“No, she doesn’t,” Ford answered. “She can see it later tonight. Maybe. Go ahead and put the film over it. I’ll take care of the after care.”

Ford helped me stand up and arrange my skirt before shaking hands with Simon and congratulating him on the “best tattoo yet.”

The ride home wasn’t comfortable, but I have to admit that the sting combined with not knowing what was now permanently part of my skin was exhilarating!

Then I remembered. Every morning Ford gives me ten spankings, five on each cheek. This new tattoo was right in the middle of my cheek! That was going to hurt like hell! Still, I had agreed, and knowing this, I got wet and my nipples hardened.

Sure enough, the next morning, we accomplished our regular routine, but on the final swat on the new tat which I had yet to see (and which Ford blessedly delivered with gentleness!) I came. Only after I had swallowed his cum and he’d again given me pleasure did he help me to stand and hold a mirror so that I could see my new tat.

It’s absolutely perfect.