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Mary's story Part 14There was the sound of a mobile phone ringing. It was hers. Paul stopped, and Wendy brought her bag to her. Mary tried to answer it, but she was shaking. She should have switched it off, she thought.?Hello, how are you getting on?? It was her husband?s voice. Mary had almost forgotten him. For one awful moment she thought he knew about her tattoo, and only just stopped herself from telling him how much it was hurting her. ?I?m fine, I?ve just got Sue and a few of the girls round.? ?Is everything OK, you sound strange, a bit breathless? What have you been doing?? ?I had to run to the phone, that?s all.? ?Listen, Mary, this call is costing me a fortune, I can?t stay on the line for long. One of my colleagues is coming over to the UK office, so I have told them that they can stay at our house. Look after them until I get back, please. Business is going well, and I will be home on time. I?ll talk to you again soon. Love you. Bye.?Mary?s head was spinning. The pain and the orgasms had made her forget that she was worried about what her husband would say if he found out. She could imagine what he would say. Up to now, everything in their lives had been so straight-laced. He had seen a girl on the beach once with a tattoo on her arm, and had called her a prostitute. When he saw this tattoo, he would probably throw her out. Still, it was too late to stop now, she might as well get the tattoo finished. At least she would be pleased with it, even if her husband was not.She lay back and pulled her knees up. Paul started again, pulling her inner labia apart and working deep inside the opening of bursa escort her vagina. Mary screamed. The needles passed over her urethra. This was too much, and she wet herself. Paul put down the machine, and dried her with a towel. ?Can I see, please?? said Mary. Paul gave her a small mirror and held her labia apart so she could see inside. Instead of the normal pale pink between her lips, there was a beautiful dark shaded reddish brown colour now. Paul went on as she had told him to do, tattooing her inner labia, round her clitoris and down to the skin near her anus, only stopping to pick up more ink on the needles. Mary was breathing very heavily and started to come again, and again, and again. She was moving around on the chair, she could not control herself now. Paul kept going, following her with the tattoo gun between her legs. She felt very light-headed, and was sweating but the pain was exquisite now, and she needed more of it. Another orgasm followed, she was in heaven. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire from the tattooing. Betty came to see her, with tears rolling down her face. She now had five rings each side, and her labia looked very swollen. ?Look at me.? she said, ?See what you are doing to me. I did not think that you would come once. I thought that was the last thing you would do with the pain. Now I have got ten rings in my pussy.? ?You should be more careful in what you say, then,? said Mary, ?I am coming like I have never done before! They are only small rings, not like Wendy?s. But you can stop if you like, or perhaps someone can take your place.? Wendy said to Betty, ?Well bursa escort bayan my dear, a promise is a promise. These two did not know what they were promising to do when they signed their consent forms, but they were told they had to be tattooed this morning and now they have both been tattooed. They still don?t know what else will be done to them, but you can be sure that it will be something very permanent. You can take those rings out when we finish, I can?t take mine out, and they won?t be able to take theirs out when they get them. So what are you going to do?? ?I will take some more, then, if she comes again,? said Betty. She looked frightened of Wendy, Mary thought.The buzzing started again, and work began again adding more and more colour to her inner labia. It felt like the needles were going right through her lip. But she knew that the needles did not go in very deep. Mary concentrated on getting her next orgasm. She liked the idea of Betty having to suffer now. Another orgasm now, quickly followed by another. Mary had switched off the pain, and now it had become total pleasure. She heard Betty scream behind her. Wendy said that Linda had run out of small needles and was using the next size up. f******n now, thought Mary, I must be able to get more than that. She felt Paul moving her lips again and looked down. Her inner labia were coloured reddish brown now and looked almost finished, but there was still some of the clitoris hood to do. That would be good for at least two more rings for Betty, she thought. In the event, it turned out to be six, as the colour went in. Paul stopped. escort bursa ?Just the end of your clitoris and then you are finished,? he said. ?This will be the worst pain that you have ever felt in your life.? ?Can I do it to myself if you guide my hands, Paul?? Paul told her that she could, but not to press on too much otherwise she might slip. His instructions were that only the head of the clitoris was to be coloured bright red, so that it would show up against the darker coloured hood whenever it was erect, so she had to be careful not to get the red anywhere else. He put some tape on her clit hood to hold it back. She could see her pale clit now, very erect as though it had come out and was looking for the ink.He picked up the machine and put her hands on it. Hold it like this.? He said and started the machine. Everyone gathered round Mary, watching intently. Slowly she pulled her hands towards her. She could feel Paul?s hands guiding her gently. Suddenly, she reached her target, and held it there as Paul moved it slowly round to make sure that all of her clitoris was covered with the ink. He was right, the pain was so intense, but she came anyway, her clitoris grinding against the machine and tattooing itself bright red. Paul moved the machine away, as Mary let go, and thrashed around, with waves of absolute pleasure pulsing through her. There was the sound of clapping. ?You were wonderful,? said Sue, you deserve to win; I don?t care what they do to me now.? The orgasm subsided at last, and Mary stood up. She was shaking, but she had her tattoo!She went over to look at herself in the mirror. It was perfect. Her clit was still erect, and she could see the red spot standing out against the brown of her hood and labia. In a way, she was sorry that it was finished, she realised that she could get off on pain now, and would miss it.