My name is Jenny, and I belong to Mistress Suzie and Mistress Cleo.
I remember the day I agreed to that. I don’t remember getting the tattoos – well, I do, but it felt like a dream, a nightmare, maybe, at any rate unreal… I don’t really know how I feel about the marks. Sometimes angry, violated – usually in the mornings if I catch sight of my breasts in the mirror, the black calligraphy snagging my attention.
I used to be embarrassed exposing them to a new lover, but have learned just how powerfully seductive the writing is. Such elegant lettering. Just the knowledge that it is there is erotic. It excites me to let people catch glimpses of it; arouses me to know they are trying, secretly, to read the words; thrills me to anticipate their hunger for me should they succeed. It drives them wild to know that I can be possessed – but never entirely by them…
‘I belong to Mistress Suzie’ circles my left areola. Around the right: ‘I belong to Mistress Cleo’.