Tattooist

Fliss doesn't know she enjoys pain until she meets Damian, her tattooist. Armed with black latex gloves and a burning tattoo gun, Damian works Miss Fliss into a gasping, writhing, moaning mess on his leather bench. Is he enjoying her pain too? Is he a sadist? Or is he simply a professional? His throaty voice and strong grasp give nothing away. Until...​​​​​​​WARNINGS:This essay contains highly gra...