1. Birching Miss Birch - Part One of Three


    Date: 11/24/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Female/Female, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Slavery, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    would do this on the sidewalk out in front of the shop.” Darla laughed when Maddy’s cunt spasmed around her finger in response and juices again began to drip from between Maddy’s pink, nether lips. As Darla was wiping off the leftover shaving cream with a towel, someone knocked at the front door. Maddy automatically started to bring her legs together, but Darla slapped the inside of her thigh and said, “You don’t cover up unless I tell you to cover up. You just lay here on the end of the bed with your cunt hanging out like a good slave while I let LeRoy in.” LeRoy was a very thin, very black, man who looked like he was somewhere between fifty and a thousand years old. He had the leathery, weathered look that many black men take on early in life and then carry unchanged for many, many years. “Good to see you, Darla,” he said as he came in the door. “Good to see you, too, LeRoy,” she replied. Then she turned toward the bed and said, “LeRoy here is an artist with the needle. He’s going to mark you for me– just an outline for now. Later we are going to go down to his shop and he will fill in the color and shading. What I want will take several trips downtown, but when we are done, it will look like solid gold lettering on the surface of your skin.” LeRoy set a small black bag down on the floor between Maddy’s legs and pulled out a small tattoo gun and some other supplies. He rubbed what felt like Vaseline onto the skin just above Maddy’s cunt and then began drawing on it with ...
    what looked like an eyebrow pencil. After a few moments he called Darla over. “Is this exactly what you want?” he said. Then he laughed and added, “Make sure you check the spelling. There ain’t no autocorrect in my needle gun.” Darla ran her hand lightly over Maddy’s skin as she spelled out, “P-r-o-p-e-r-t-y o-f M-i-s-t-r-e-s-s D-a-r-l-a.” She patted Maddy’s cunt and asked, “Does that sound right to you, lily?” “Yes, Mistress Darla,” was the immediate response. “Lily?” questioned LeRoy. “I thought her name was Amanda.” “You done fo’got yo’ own heritage, boy?” Darla said, slipping back into her ghetto talk. “The name yo’ momma gave you don’t mean squat to da Master. I’m her Mistress and she’s jus’ a lily-white pain-slut. So, her slave name is lily.” LeRoy responded with a laugh. “Then maybe,” he said, “I need to put some crossed lilies behind the wording once you bring her into the shop.” “Make me a drawing,” replied Darla, “and give me a price. Maybe we will do that.” “Only add about $300 to the cost of the tat.” he said. “Then he patted Maddy’s mound, looked up at her with a smile, and said, “I ain’t cheap, but I’m worth every penny of it.” Maddy gasped slightly at the noise as he turned on the tattoo gun. She gasped even louder as the buzzing needles first touched her skin. LeRoy was indeed very good. He was also very fast. “Simple outline like this don’t take much time at all,” he said as he wiped down the new tat. “And I used the smallest needles so irritation should be ...
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