As she completes the procedure a large black man comes into the room. He is huge, I would guess close to 220cm tall towering over even Master Marcus. He must weigh close to 150kgs and is shaved bald and heavily tattooed on all areas that can be seen including his face. On the side of his neck is the same tattoo that is on Master Marcus, Lorraine, and the label he left on the dashboard of the car. It is a mark used to represent membership in some sort of club or gang. He is wearing a t-shirt that barely contains his muscles and in his hand are the stencils and artwork that will be used to mark me.
"I see you started without me. This would have been easier to do before the piercings and the collar, we will have to make do," he says. "Here is the artwork for the back piece that you wanted, it is not going to be cheap and will require two or three sittings to complete."
He shows Master Marcus the piece of paper, "I love it, Darius, the slut here can save up to stump up the cash for each sitting, what do you think slut?". He holds up the artwork for me to see it.
It was 30cm tall and 15cm wide, a true masterpiece of the tattooist’s art. It was of a beautiful red-headed woman with vivid, bottle-green eyes, the face immediately recognizable as my own. She was on her knees in front of a powerfully built black man naked excluding black seamed stockings, suspenders, and knee-high platform boots. Her exposed breasts were pierced and tattooed with a collar around her neck. A black man was fully clad in a suit with a monstrous black cock sticking out of the open fly of his trousers - which the woman was focussed on, open-mouthed and pierced tongue hanging out - his hand held in it a chain connected to the collar worn by the woman (Slave? Slut?).
I open my mouth to respond before being cut off "Just kidding, I don't give a fuck what you think. I am taking your white bread blank canvas and turning you into a slut work of art declaring your devotion to black cock and marking your ownership by black men. In time, if you live up to your potential and my expectations of you will earn the brand and the Thirteen Spades Crew tattoo, until then you will have the tattoos on your tits, neck, your whore cunt, and as you have seen your back."
Darius indicates for me to straddle the chair with my tits pressed against the paper used to protect the leather so that he can commence the Queen of Spades tattoo, I wince in pain from the pressure on my throbbing nipples. He holds up the stencil for me to see. It is about 75mm high and 50mm wide and consists of two spade playing card symbols one within the other leaving a 5mm border in which the words "Black New World Order" are inscribed. The inner one with an elaborate "Q" within it is the famous and very sexy "Queen of Spades" He, says "This is the same size and will be placed in the same spot as Harmoni Kalifornia's tattoo. Everybody will be able to see it, especially with no hair to obscure it from view or if you wear your hair up. We will use a different design, we don't want to infringe on her trademark, do we?". I shake my head no. "That sexy bald head makes it easier to position but the collar will be a nuisance. We will just have to make it work, won't we? Now, this will hurt a bit but you need to keep still, I wouldn't want to ruin the canvas caused by your flinching."
I feel the cold wiping of my neck as he uses alcohol to clean the area thoroughly. He places the stencil on my neck using a piece of tape to hold it there as he stands back to check the positioning. All the while Master Marcus is filming the process. Darius applies the stencil stuff to the skin using his fingers to allow the ink on the stencil to be transferred to my pristine, unmarked skin. I can feel the skin being pulled gently as the stencil is removed. Darius organizes his work table setting up the tattoo gun.
"Only going to need one ink on this job." he describes, "We will be doing more colors on the back piece, greens for the eyes. Reds for the hair, lips, and nails. I'm looking forward to that job, on your skin and body it will be a work of art." He describes looking at Master Marcus, "I want the rest of her work to heal before we start though.", I hear the buzzing whine of the tattoo gun as it starts and Darius uses one word "Ready?". I nod. "Don't move cumbucket!" Lorraine snarls and roughly grabs my head with her two hands forcing my neck into a more natural position. She looks me in the eyes and tells me "Your world is going to change. No more plain vanilla for you, everyone is going to know what you are and who you are. This is a hard lifestyle but one of extreme pleasure and enjoyment for the right people. You are signing yourself up forever as a toy to be used by black men who will treat you like a piece of meat. You will earn for them; you will be their entertainment. You will eventually bear their children. You will be expected to convert friends and ****** to the cause."
I look back at her and say one word "Good", she asks "Do you understand?" as I reply "Yeth" the first pricks of the needle start as Darius starts to scratch my submission into my skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Darius recording the interplay between Lorraine and me. I know that this will be up on the internet for all to see before the day is out. Tears from the pain in my aching, pierced parts and the scratching on my neck start to run down my face, Lorraine leans forward and gently licks them from my cheeks. I am held in place by her strong grip as Darius completes the tattoo on my neck. I am more satisfied with my life choices. I know this is what I want for myself. Darius holds up a mirror for me to see the results of his efforts reflected in a full-length mirror in front of me. “There is the first ink of your submission, looks sexy as fuck. The brothers are going to love that view as they take you from behind. You should consider something for her ass Marcus, maybe a nice scorecard.” He considers. “Time for the next set of inks, roll over.”
I roll over on the chair to expose my breasts, as with the tattoo on my neck he shows me the stencils, they are much simpler than the other two with a simple clear font on each arranged in an arc designed to circle the nipples with “Black” on one and “Owned” on the other. Darius admires my tits “Fuck they are sexy, would look better with my meat between them though,” he laughs. He positions the first stencil and then transfers the design to my tits being careful not to disturb my poor aching nipples and then sets to work with his needles and ink, unlike the other tattoo I can see him as he works and my pussy continues to moisten at the pain and the submission. I look up and see through the window the shop a throng of about 20 people watching through the window, a mix of black, white, young, old, male, and female staring through the window at my marking. As with the earlier tattoo and piercings this has all been recorded to be uploaded to the internet to make my commitment even more public than ever.
When the work on my breasts has been completed Darius announces “OK, time to move on to the last one.” He holds up the stencil and I see a bar code about 30mm high with the words “BLACK COCK ONLY” in bold letters over the top of the bar code. On the left-hand side of the data at about a 60-degree angle is the familiar black spade with the white Q in the middle surmounted by a queen’s crown. Master Marcus explains that the barcode represents my conversion by him and that others will be able to scan it and know it was he who trained me. I look at him and say “Thank you, Master.”
Darius bends to his work and comments on how smooth my mound is. “Nice and smooth here slut, did you wax or shave?”
I tell him “Latherth.”
He grins at my lisping speech “Nice, do you get much regrowth? If you do and need to have retreatments you will need to be careful of the tattoo so that it is not damaged.” As with the other tattoos he spends time making sure of the placement of the stencil his face is close to my sex and he inhales deeply through his nose. “The little whore is loving this you can smell her and see that she is wet. Pity, she is off limits for a while she is going to be fucking horny and gagging for it when she is fully healed." He dips the needle into the ink on the table and the now familiar buzzing of the tattoo gun commences laying down the lines of the bar code as I grit my teeth at the scratching feeling of the needle on my sensitive skin.
After completing my six-hour-long session of piercings and tattoos I am told to pay for new art and accessories. I max out my credit card to pay for the services. Lorraine looks at Master Marcus who is packing up the cameras “Seeing the cumbucket marked up has made me horny as hell, do you mind if I suck your cock?”
Master Marcus replies with a huge smile on his face “Given that the slut is off limit for any of her holes for at least today and her cunt and mouth are off limits for a month it would save me from having to get a booty call from one of my other regular white bitches. So yes.” She takes off her vest and reveals that the vine tattoo wraps around her waist and a gorgeous back piece of a young girl with long blond hair wearing a low-cut dress with a corsage one arm crossed beneath her breasts the other holding up a queen of spades playing card and a QoS tattoo peeking out of the edge of the material on her left breast. The detail is amazing and the face is vaguely familiar. She looks over her shoulder at me “Do you like it? It is a fantastic example of the work that Darius does, I love it."
"Who is she, She looks familiar?” Lorraine laughs as she looks back at me and drops to her knees in front of Master Marcus.
“That’s a picture of me before my end-of-school formal, just barely 18. Darius used a photo of me from back then and added the queen of spades playing card tattoo and changed the arm position.” She continues “He put that on me when I was 25 and I has just started my journey into the life of a black owned slut. I regret the ten years I wasted on white boys. The tattoo represents my innocent younger self with images of what I wished I was at the time.”
At this point, she unzips Master Marcus’ fly and fishes his cock out of his pants, and starts to kiss and lick the head teasingly looking at me as she worships what is the object of my desire before engulfing it to the root. I can see her tongue dart out to lap at his ball. Master Marcus holds her head tightly with his cock jammed down her throat until she starts to slap his thighs to be released. She pulls back gasping for breath long, thick strands of saliva join her mouth to his cock. She smiles and says “Fuck my mouthcunt!” he grabs her by the side of her head and jams his cock back down her throat roughly treating her face like a cunt.
After about ten minutes of this rough treatment, he tells me “I’m close, kneel next to her!” I comply quickly looking up at him. “Bow your head.” He pulls out of her mouth and strokes his cock before screaming out his orgasm shooting a heavy load on my bald head.
Darius having cleaned the workstation watches on and Lorraine crawls over to him and proceeds to give him a long, sloppy, and sensuous blow job I remain kneeling watching her work and she beckons me over to watch closer. As Darius gets close to cumming he also pulls out of her mouth and jerks himself shooting all over my forehead and head.
Master Marcus has captured this on his phone “That’s sexy as hell. Lorraine, why don’t you clean it off her?” I expect her to get up and get tissues or a towel to clean up but she looks at me and grins before grabbing me by my ears and proceeding to lick the cum of both of the magnificent black men from my forehead and scalp. It feels fucking fantastic and though I have never been with a woman before I can see myself spending more time with her and other women.
When I am fully cleaned off, I am handed a wet wipe to finish wiping myself down. Lorraine guides me to the full-length mirror for me to see myself, I look at myself. I am a changed woman, for the better in my view. Lorraine tells me “You are a sexy little cumbucket and the new additions make you even more so. Welcome to the lifestyle.” She hands me the after-care instructions and some lotions for the tattoos and the piercings before giving me a wink and saying “I look forward to seeing you soon.”
"I see you started without me. This would have been easier to do before the piercings and the collar, we will have to make do," he says. "Here is the artwork for the back piece that you wanted, it is not going to be cheap and will require two or three sittings to complete."
He shows Master Marcus the piece of paper, "I love it, Darius, the slut here can save up to stump up the cash for each sitting, what do you think slut?". He holds up the artwork for me to see it.
It was 30cm tall and 15cm wide, a true masterpiece of the tattooist’s art. It was of a beautiful red-headed woman with vivid, bottle-green eyes, the face immediately recognizable as my own. She was on her knees in front of a powerfully built black man naked excluding black seamed stockings, suspenders, and knee-high platform boots. Her exposed breasts were pierced and tattooed with a collar around her neck. A black man was fully clad in a suit with a monstrous black cock sticking out of the open fly of his trousers - which the woman was focussed on, open-mouthed and pierced tongue hanging out - his hand held in it a chain connected to the collar worn by the woman (Slave? Slut?).
I open my mouth to respond before being cut off "Just kidding, I don't give a fuck what you think. I am taking your white bread blank canvas and turning you into a slut work of art declaring your devotion to black cock and marking your ownership by black men. In time, if you live up to your potential and my expectations of you will earn the brand and the Thirteen Spades Crew tattoo, until then you will have the tattoos on your tits, neck, your whore cunt, and as you have seen your back."
Darius indicates for me to straddle the chair with my tits pressed against the paper used to protect the leather so that he can commence the Queen of Spades tattoo, I wince in pain from the pressure on my throbbing nipples. He holds up the stencil for me to see. It is about 75mm high and 50mm wide and consists of two spade playing card symbols one within the other leaving a 5mm border in which the words "Black New World Order" are inscribed. The inner one with an elaborate "Q" within it is the famous and very sexy "Queen of Spades" He, says "This is the same size and will be placed in the same spot as Harmoni Kalifornia's tattoo. Everybody will be able to see it, especially with no hair to obscure it from view or if you wear your hair up. We will use a different design, we don't want to infringe on her trademark, do we?". I shake my head no. "That sexy bald head makes it easier to position but the collar will be a nuisance. We will just have to make it work, won't we? Now, this will hurt a bit but you need to keep still, I wouldn't want to ruin the canvas caused by your flinching."
I feel the cold wiping of my neck as he uses alcohol to clean the area thoroughly. He places the stencil on my neck using a piece of tape to hold it there as he stands back to check the positioning. All the while Master Marcus is filming the process. Darius applies the stencil stuff to the skin using his fingers to allow the ink on the stencil to be transferred to my pristine, unmarked skin. I can feel the skin being pulled gently as the stencil is removed. Darius organizes his work table setting up the tattoo gun.
"Only going to need one ink on this job." he describes, "We will be doing more colors on the back piece, greens for the eyes. Reds for the hair, lips, and nails. I'm looking forward to that job, on your skin and body it will be a work of art." He describes looking at Master Marcus, "I want the rest of her work to heal before we start though.", I hear the buzzing whine of the tattoo gun as it starts and Darius uses one word "Ready?". I nod. "Don't move cumbucket!" Lorraine snarls and roughly grabs my head with her two hands forcing my neck into a more natural position. She looks me in the eyes and tells me "Your world is going to change. No more plain vanilla for you, everyone is going to know what you are and who you are. This is a hard lifestyle but one of extreme pleasure and enjoyment for the right people. You are signing yourself up forever as a toy to be used by black men who will treat you like a piece of meat. You will earn for them; you will be their entertainment. You will eventually bear their children. You will be expected to convert friends and ****** to the cause."
I look back at her and say one word "Good", she asks "Do you understand?" as I reply "Yeth" the first pricks of the needle start as Darius starts to scratch my submission into my skin. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Darius recording the interplay between Lorraine and me. I know that this will be up on the internet for all to see before the day is out. Tears from the pain in my aching, pierced parts and the scratching on my neck start to run down my face, Lorraine leans forward and gently licks them from my cheeks. I am held in place by her strong grip as Darius completes the tattoo on my neck. I am more satisfied with my life choices. I know this is what I want for myself. Darius holds up a mirror for me to see the results of his efforts reflected in a full-length mirror in front of me. “There is the first ink of your submission, looks sexy as fuck. The brothers are going to love that view as they take you from behind. You should consider something for her ass Marcus, maybe a nice scorecard.” He considers. “Time for the next set of inks, roll over.”
I roll over on the chair to expose my breasts, as with the tattoo on my neck he shows me the stencils, they are much simpler than the other two with a simple clear font on each arranged in an arc designed to circle the nipples with “Black” on one and “Owned” on the other. Darius admires my tits “Fuck they are sexy, would look better with my meat between them though,” he laughs. He positions the first stencil and then transfers the design to my tits being careful not to disturb my poor aching nipples and then sets to work with his needles and ink, unlike the other tattoo I can see him as he works and my pussy continues to moisten at the pain and the submission. I look up and see through the window the shop a throng of about 20 people watching through the window, a mix of black, white, young, old, male, and female staring through the window at my marking. As with the earlier tattoo and piercings this has all been recorded to be uploaded to the internet to make my commitment even more public than ever.
When the work on my breasts has been completed Darius announces “OK, time to move on to the last one.” He holds up the stencil and I see a bar code about 30mm high with the words “BLACK COCK ONLY” in bold letters over the top of the bar code. On the left-hand side of the data at about a 60-degree angle is the familiar black spade with the white Q in the middle surmounted by a queen’s crown. Master Marcus explains that the barcode represents my conversion by him and that others will be able to scan it and know it was he who trained me. I look at him and say “Thank you, Master.”
Darius bends to his work and comments on how smooth my mound is. “Nice and smooth here slut, did you wax or shave?”
I tell him “Latherth.”
He grins at my lisping speech “Nice, do you get much regrowth? If you do and need to have retreatments you will need to be careful of the tattoo so that it is not damaged.” As with the other tattoos he spends time making sure of the placement of the stencil his face is close to my sex and he inhales deeply through his nose. “The little whore is loving this you can smell her and see that she is wet. Pity, she is off limits for a while she is going to be fucking horny and gagging for it when she is fully healed." He dips the needle into the ink on the table and the now familiar buzzing of the tattoo gun commences laying down the lines of the bar code as I grit my teeth at the scratching feeling of the needle on my sensitive skin.
After completing my six-hour-long session of piercings and tattoos I am told to pay for new art and accessories. I max out my credit card to pay for the services. Lorraine looks at Master Marcus who is packing up the cameras “Seeing the cumbucket marked up has made me horny as hell, do you mind if I suck your cock?”
Master Marcus replies with a huge smile on his face “Given that the slut is off limit for any of her holes for at least today and her cunt and mouth are off limits for a month it would save me from having to get a booty call from one of my other regular white bitches. So yes.” She takes off her vest and reveals that the vine tattoo wraps around her waist and a gorgeous back piece of a young girl with long blond hair wearing a low-cut dress with a corsage one arm crossed beneath her breasts the other holding up a queen of spades playing card and a QoS tattoo peeking out of the edge of the material on her left breast. The detail is amazing and the face is vaguely familiar. She looks over her shoulder at me “Do you like it? It is a fantastic example of the work that Darius does, I love it."
"Who is she, She looks familiar?” Lorraine laughs as she looks back at me and drops to her knees in front of Master Marcus.
“That’s a picture of me before my end-of-school formal, just barely 18. Darius used a photo of me from back then and added the queen of spades playing card tattoo and changed the arm position.” She continues “He put that on me when I was 25 and I has just started my journey into the life of a black owned slut. I regret the ten years I wasted on white boys. The tattoo represents my innocent younger self with images of what I wished I was at the time.”
At this point, she unzips Master Marcus’ fly and fishes his cock out of his pants, and starts to kiss and lick the head teasingly looking at me as she worships what is the object of my desire before engulfing it to the root. I can see her tongue dart out to lap at his ball. Master Marcus holds her head tightly with his cock jammed down her throat until she starts to slap his thighs to be released. She pulls back gasping for breath long, thick strands of saliva join her mouth to his cock. She smiles and says “Fuck my mouthcunt!” he grabs her by the side of her head and jams his cock back down her throat roughly treating her face like a cunt.
After about ten minutes of this rough treatment, he tells me “I’m close, kneel next to her!” I comply quickly looking up at him. “Bow your head.” He pulls out of her mouth and strokes his cock before screaming out his orgasm shooting a heavy load on my bald head.
Darius having cleaned the workstation watches on and Lorraine crawls over to him and proceeds to give him a long, sloppy, and sensuous blow job I remain kneeling watching her work and she beckons me over to watch closer. As Darius gets close to cumming he also pulls out of her mouth and jerks himself shooting all over my forehead and head.
Master Marcus has captured this on his phone “That’s sexy as hell. Lorraine, why don’t you clean it off her?” I expect her to get up and get tissues or a towel to clean up but she looks at me and grins before grabbing me by my ears and proceeding to lick the cum of both of the magnificent black men from my forehead and scalp. It feels fucking fantastic and though I have never been with a woman before I can see myself spending more time with her and other women.
When I am fully cleaned off, I am handed a wet wipe to finish wiping myself down. Lorraine guides me to the full-length mirror for me to see myself, I look at myself. I am a changed woman, for the better in my view. Lorraine tells me “You are a sexy little cumbucket and the new additions make you even more so. Welcome to the lifestyle.” She hands me the after-care instructions and some lotions for the tattoos and the piercings before giving me a wink and saying “I look forward to seeing you soon.”
