Chapter 11

Since they needed an adult to sign off on Zoe getting a tattoo, they decided that Stacy would go first. Before they could make that happen, there were several things that needed to be accomplished, not the least of which was getting their hands on the right kind of ink and making sure it would actually take a 'charge'.

Stacy thought she had the right person to talk to. James had been a bit shocked, and saddened, when he realized that his link with Stacy would prevent her from returning to college. Stacy assured him that she had considered that before asking for the link, but it still bothered him.

The upside was that Stacy had made friends there, and she was staying in contact with them. If you have been on a college campus these days, you know how popular tattoos are, so it just made sense that she would know at least a couple who were inked.

It only took a couple of days before there was a knock at the front door and, when James answered, he was at a bit of a loss. There were a pair of girls on the front step, one who was a knockout redhead and the other was a raven haired, tiny little thing with ripped jeans, combat boots and who looked like she had jumped off the pages of a tattoo magazine.

'Stacy? I think this is for you.' he sent, sending an mental laugh along.

"Come in, ladies. Stacy will be down in a second." He invited the two in, introducing himself and learning that the redhead, Angie, was the tattoo artist, though she didn't have any ink showing, and the raven haired petite girl, Scarlett, was her favorite canvas.

"Would you like to see some of my work?" Angie asked, and James immediately looked to see if she had brought a photo binder or maybe a tablet. Instead, Angie turned to Scarlett.

"Strip, slut." Her voice soft, but the tone of command was clear.

"Yes, Mistress."

'Zoe, baby, get your pretty ass down here.' James sent, hiding his glee from his lovely girl, his slave.

Scarlett, with a smile that make a dead man hard, began a slow strip tease, inching her shirt up and showing a wild scene inked on her flat, six-pack abs. The scene was of a satanic ritual, a winged and horned figure with a raging phallus stood over a stone altar, a jagged blade in his hand. The blade was poised over the heart of a big breasted woman who was chained to the altar, and two more women, built about the same, were on their knees in positions of supplication before the devil's cloven feet.

With her shirt held just beneath her breasts, Scarlett began a slow turn, showing that the desolate landscape behind the scene was continued around the sides and flowed over her lower back in an endless sea of ink. With her back still turned, she edged the shirt higher, stripping it off complete and James could see the storm-wracked sky above the desolate landscape give way to a calmer, lighter sky.

On each shoulder, looking down on the scene below, were tearful angels, magnificent figures, a male and female, who looked as though they feared to gaze on the hell below. Scarlett turned again, facing James once more, her arms held up and crossed behind her head so he could see the same lightened sky on her chest. Between her small, but very perky breasts, were the gates of heaven and they were closed, chained and padlocked with a chain that would not have looked out of place attached to a great anchor for a battleship.

Zoe arrived then, with James studying a half-naked tattooed girl in the living room, and she paused at the bottom of the stairs.

'Master?' her tone was confused and not a little worried.

"Zoe, come here." James said aloud, pointing to his side but not looking at her.

Zoe immediately came to his side, her shoulder touching his, and her eyes were fastened on the topless Scarlett as well.

James couldn't help but notice that Scarlett's nipples became erect, and her eyes were locked on Zoe.

'Zoe, she called the redhead, Angie, mistress.'

'Look at her throat, Master. Look at her!' Zoe was practically quivering at his side.

James lifted his eyes to Scarlett's throat and there, clearly discernible amid the other tattoos, was a slave collar and a padlock, permanently inked into her skin.

'You like that, Zoe?' James teased.

'Yes, Master, oh yes! I am so wet right now.' she sent, grabbing his hand and pushing it between her legs.

'Zoe, we have company'

'Oh my god, Master, I am so sorry, I just ... I ... look at her. Look at her wrists!' she cried out silently, not releasing his hand. Instead she began to hunch her hips, rubbing herself on his uncooperative fingers.

James looked where she was pointing with her free hand and saw the slave manacles tattooed around her wrists, and he knew that he had zero chance of reining her in unless he wanted to punish her.

He flicked his eyes sideways, seeing Stacy standing on the bottom step, her hand covering her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles at the scene in front of her. Her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips, then laughed out loud.

'You have to control your slave, lover.' she sent, her amusement even clearer through their link.

James looked over at Angie, saw that she was watching the entire scene, amusement warring with lust in her eyes. When Angie saw that he was watching her in turn, she slowly winked, then smiled at him.

James freed his hand from Zoe's crotch, and as he brought it up and grasped the hair on the back of her head, he could smell her arousal. He grabbed a handful of hair and forcibly turned Zoe's head until their eyes met. Wordlessly, he let his displeasure at her conduct show in his eyes, then pressed downward.

Zoe, snapping out of the spell she had been under, blanched when she realized what she had done, and sank to the floor on her knees, her head bowed.

'I am sorry, Master. I was ... I was overcome.'

'We will discuss proper behavior in front of guests later, slave.' James sent, letting a hint of steel show through his mental voice. Though Zoe tried to hide it, this inflamed her even more, and he could feel her trembling at his feet, loving every second of this.

"Angie, I want to apologize for Zoe. She gets carried away and she was astounded at the collar and manacles Scarlett wears." James said to Angie, his tone seeming to say 'What can you do?'

Angie laughed and nodded.

"I have to take Scarlett in hand, every now and then, usually when it is time for another tattoo. She is positively orgasmic under the needle." Angie replied, smiling brightly at James.

"Angie, I see you have met my fiancé and his pet, my little sister Zoe." Stacy piped up in an amused tone as she entered the room. "I wanted to surprise them. You know, before I met James, I had always assumed that it was all an act for you two. I realized, after I called you, that I was wrong, that it wasn't just a performance thing, was it?"

"You would be surprised at the number of people who don't get it, even if I rub their noses in it, Stacy. I used to count you among the clueless. Now you are involved with a man, a very beefy specimen, who took your own sister as his slave? I never would have expected it!" Angie laughed and gave Stacy a hug.

"We sat in Economics together for a year and I always thought you were cool, and cute, but kinda straight-laced, you know?" She continued, beaming at Stacy.

"Zoe gave herself to him, Angie, She truly wanted to be his slave when she submitted, it was beautiful. I admit that I cried my eyes out. Then James invited me to bed and the rest, well, the rest was history." Stacy said, slipping her arm around James and kissing him on the cheek.

"I have got to introduce you to the community! There are a dozen full-time Doms in town, well, Doms that I would consider trustworthy, and we get together sometimes. It is nice to be able to relax among people who understand, and Scarlett loves to be able to talk to other slaves that understand her joy at being owned. Don't you, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress! I am so happy to meet a new little sister." Scarlett smiled, her eyes on Zoe.

"So is this why you invited us over, Stacy? I thought you really wanted a tattoo." Angie asked.

"Oh no! I do want a tattoo, we want them, Zoe and I. Zoe is only sixteen, though, so that's a problem, but not why I invited you here. We really wanted to talk to you about organic inks, and to get a sample to test first. We have some, um, rather stringent requirements about the ink, you see." Stacy said, looking towards James.

'Shit, how do we explain it if she pushes?' she sent to James.

'Let me.'

James focused on Angie, letting her emotions flow over him and browsing her surface thoughts. She was relaxed, and a little aroused. Her thoughts were pretty straightforward, happy at finding another dominant/submissive couple, happy that her college friend had moved into her other world, and curiosity about the unusual family group in front of her.

James sent an emotional push, inducing her to be calm, accepting, happy with them, and then he delved deeper, searching her memories.

What he saw disturbed him, and he began to understand the tattoo artist a lot better. Her inner turmoil was close to the surface and he could see that she had been abused, as a girl, by a step-father, mentally abused by her mother, and had spent much of her childhood feeling powerless, out of control of her own life. Her desire for dominance spawned from that upsetting beginning. When he saw her session with a therapist, still fresh in her mind, he saw that she was getting help but her dominant side was definitely her primary personality.

"Angie, would you like to take a seat? I have a little story to tell you." James said.

'I think we can trust her. We almost have to if we are going to do this, and I think Zoe really needs others she can talk to.' he sent to both Stacy and Zoe. 'Isn't that right, baby.'

'Oh, yes Master! I love being your slave but, well, it would be nice to talk to other slaves, to have a friend that really understands how I feel. I love you Stacy, but I don't think you really understand, no matter how hard you try.' Zoe hadn't moved, still kneeling with her palms on her thighs, her head down, but James an Stacy could sense her quivering there, excitement rushing through her.

James, Stacy and Angie all sat down in the living room, Scarlett remained standing, in the same pose where they had left her and Zoe remained kneeling on the floor near her feet.

"Zoe, come here." James ordered, point to the floor near her feet, knowing that she was enjoying showing off her submissive nature in front of another Dom and slave.

She crawled over, assuming the same position she had been in, but this time at James feet as he sat on the loveseat. James absentmindedly stroked her hair. Stacy curled up, her feet under her, and leaned her head against James's shoulder.

Angie smiled at the picture and snapped her fingers, "Come here little Slut, sit with me." she ordered. Scarlett practically threw herself at Angie's feet, wrapping her arms around her mistress's calves and laying her head on Angie's knee.

"Angie, I want to tell you this story, but I need your assurance that what we tell you can't go beyond these walls. It could be very dangerous to all of us." James paused, looking at his audience.

Angie tilted her head, her eyes boring into James's, then flicking to Stacy's smiling face and back again before nodding.

"I give you my word, James. I won't tell a soul." she answered.

James told her of his empathic roots, of his breakthrough at the school when he had fought with Zoe. He explained his link to her, Zoe's submission and his fears, at first, that he had somehow forced this on her. Then he told her about Zoe's assurances, of Stacy's involvement with the ceremony, and of Stacy's request to be included in their new relationship.

When he got to the part about the testing of their link, and the painful results, Angie was pale, her face drawn and her eyes locked on Stacy. James told her of his test with Zoe's bracelet, of their thoughts on the ink for the tattoos and his hope that they could be the key to allowing them a little more freedom of movement.

When he was done, Angie sat quietly, stroking Scarlett's hair, deep in thought.

"James, I don't know what to say. On any other day, if someone told me this, I would be, quietly and respectfully of course, laughing inside. But seeing this, "she paused, and raised her hands, indicating the relationship of the three lovers, "it makes me want to take you seriously. You can understand my hesitation?"

James smiled.

'Ready, my loves?' he sent, then collected them as he sent a probe into Angie's center.

Not moving a muscle, his smile still on his face, he spoke to Angie.

'You can trust us, Angie, and believe us.'

If the topic at hand had not been so serious, James had no doubt that he would be laughing out loud at the expression on Angie's face.

'It's true, Angie.' Stacy sent.

'My Master would not lie to you, mistress.' Zoe chimed in.

"Oh ... wow." Angie whispered, her eyes racing back and forth, darting from face to face. "Um ... can you..."

'Can you hear this?' she asked silently.

'Yes we can. Can you feel this?' James sent in return, and pulsed out a wave of peace, empathy and a brief rush of lust, just to keep things light.

"Oh ... my." Angie said again, her hands rising and covering her breasts, her nipples evident through the thin material.

Scarlett, seemingly unconcerned at the conversation going on above her, looked up for a minute, startled, and stared at her mistress. Her own nipples had already been hard, but she felt them tingle and, from the way she squirmed, a tingle elsewhere as well.

'I am sorry, Scarlett, we didn't mean to exclude you.' James sent and watched the girl's eyes get wide before she buried her face in her mistress's lap.