Ownership Tattoo

'You need a tattoo,' he told her.

The idea of a tattoo frightened Alicia. She didn't like pain, except the stinging of her bottom after a spanking.

'That's a bit permanent, and I'll regret it later,' she pointed out. 'Oh! Sorry, James,' she quickly added.

'You'll do as you are told, you know that. There is no consultation, no debate. I won't ask you what you want, I expect you to do it, understood?' he heavily warned her.

'Yes, master, sorry, master, it won't happen again, master,' she nervously spoke.

They were still shopping and she didn't want to make a scene. He was likely to pull her over his knee and spank her, right there in the mall. They would have to run for it, before someone intervened, or security turned up. He was still capable of humiliating her with a public spanking, or embarrass her in some other way, to keep her in line.

Recently she'd learnt to gladly carry out whatever he wanted, and in return he made her feel like a special, highly prized possession. At thirty-six she felt it was a privilege to have a young man's complete attention. The attention was overwhelming as he was very demanding in all things, as well as the bedroom.

'Are you going to behave, like a good girl?' he heavily asked.

'Yes, master, whatever you say, master,' Alicia said, feeling like a little girl before a father being chastised.

Since meeting him, Alicia looked different, and felt different. He shaped her, and she wondered what he wanted her to be next. Would he want her to be a dumb blond, or a sex slave? Maybe he just wanted a sex doll, to be taken out in slutty clothes, and used for sex at home.

Her life was now dominated by an eighteen-year-old boy, and she was getting used to it. Before she had became completely dependent upon him, the sensible thing would have been to get a job, and save for an apartment. It was a daunting prospect starting a new life on her own, and at least with James, she was looked after.

Her husband had neglected her, by treating her like a household drudge, rather than his partner in life. Whereas James made her the centre of attention. It was too late wondering if that other life could have been repaired, as she had burned that bridge, and could never go back home.

It had to be faced, she was dependent upon James, and he expected her to be a dutiful and obedient woman. Sometimes she was his sex slave, while at other times she was his dumb blond, to be shown off to other men.

'You need some t-shirts, and I was thinking of a t-shirt dress, what do you think?' he asked.

'That would be nice, thank you, James,' she smiled up at him.

A feeling of serenity and warm pleasure lit her face. He was big and tough, and had shown himself more than capable of protecting her from other men. There were times when she felt so very vulnerable, and he had been there to save her. Their arms were linked as they walked into another store.

Leaving the family home without anything at all, meant buying clothes and the small personal items a woman needs. James had paid for everything, and more. He paid personal attention to even the most intimate items, which she wasn't used to. Her husband had never given her enough money, and never paid her enough attention.

James not only paid her compliments, he was interested in everything about her. He paid for everything and protected her, so of course he was entitled to demand she must obey him. Alicia had come to love being his prized possession, and would do her best to please him.

Alicia flicked her long blond hair over a shoulder while looking in a mirror. This was the last store for the day, and after this they were going for a coffee. They had bought clothes, make-up, and seen to personal feminine needs. All the time her master had generously paid for everything. Though, while out shopping, she called him James instead of master.

Looking in a mirror outside the changing room, she had to say something.

'Sorry, James, I can't wear this, it's too short,' Alicia nervously spoke.

'Why? It's no shorter than the other clothes you wear. My sister's dresses are just as short, and you wear them,' he pointed out.

'It's not a dress, it's a long t-shirt, and I'm wearing a bra,' she tried explaining.

Taking a deep breath and sticking her breasts out, she pointed at the hem.

'Oh! I get it. Your tits are so big, they hold up the hem,' he laughed.

'Yes, that's it,' she reluctantly agreed, feeling embarrassed.

'I can't wear this, James. The panties don't cover my bottom. At the front they show off my pussy, sorry, I mean my cunt. I might as well not wear any,' Alicia complained.

As the words left her lips she realised the mistake. He glared at her, and she knew what was to come.

'Get them off! You don't need them, the t-shirt is enough,' he heavily told her.

Trembling from dread, she peeled the panties down her legs. The leggings she had selected weren't going to be worn either. The packet lay unopened on a chair in the changing room.

'Please, James, I need to wear something under this t-shirt. It will ride up and show everything. Pretty please, master!' she whined, with a little girly voice.

Alicia pouted, and wiggled her hips, and was pleased to see him considering her request.

'I'll be good little girl for my master, when we get home. I'll try so very hard to pleasure, my master. I'll do all the things he likes, and use all the sexual skills you taught me, master,' she said, with a giggly girly voice.

A broad grin lit his face, and she reached up to kiss his lips.

'For the rest of the day, you'll be my little blond bimbo,' he whispered.

She couldn't complain about that as she'd talked her way into it. Besides, she'd grown to like men staring at her with lust in their eyes. He ran a finger up her spine, and kissed her lips. Their tongues met for a short duel.

Alicia waited by the changing room while he looked around for underwear. This was something new to her, as her husband wouldn't even enter a ladies dress shop. Pulling at the hem was no good, as it wouldn't stretch to cover her upper thighs.

'Here, put these on,' he said, handing over a new underwear set.

The price was extortionate! The same thing could be purchased from a cheap store, though the set would be scratchy nylon instead of silk. He leaned into the changing room to watch her pull the stockings up her legs, and attach the straps. She took her time, making it a sexy show.

Searching for the panties, she was bent over looking under a chair, when he goosed her. There was no choice, she had to wait until he finished playing with her private parts. He was just a boy and enjoyed playing with his toys. He was running a finger up her slit, and pressing her clitoris. If anyone glanced in they would see a young guy interfering with a mature woman. What would they think? The thought excited her, wetting her, or was it his touch? Both!

A finger hooked inside her, while his thumb played with her clit. He often did this, so she couldn't pull away from him. To be captured and held by a boy's finger was degrading. The humiliation was sexually arousing. Being held like this often, she no longer tried escaping from his touch. Alicia had become conditioned into obeying him, and giving in to anything he wished.

'My panties, master, I can't find them?' she said, when he let her go.

'These you mean?' he asked her.

'Yes, master, thank you, master. Can I have my panties please, master,' she politely asked.

He liked it when she spoke like a decent woman, while talking about something very private and personal. It was demeaning for a grown woman to ask a mere boy for her panties, and they both found the game exciting.

'No. I told you before, when you complained about wearing panties,' he calmly stated.

'But, master, you said I could wear something under the t-shirt. Oh! I see, master, the stockings,' she realised he'd tricked her. 'My cunt is to be bare, for anyone to see,' she teased, hoping to push him into covering her up.

'Yes, just as it should be for a dirty slut, like you. Remember, you are a dumb bimbo for the rest of the day,' he countered.

She watched him drop the panties into one of the shopping bags and inwardly groaned. Alicia stopped fiddling with the hem, when he pulled her from the changing room. The white stockings and suspenders were nice, but not with a t-shirt. As she walked through the mall it would bounce up showing off her bare ass. The t-shirt slogan, I'm his blond bimbo, might distract some from looking. Though her long legs in high heels would attract most attention.

Carrying the shopping bags meant she was unable to keep the hem under control, and he was fully aware of that. Damn! Him! There were times when he infuriated her, but there was nothing she could do about it, especially not now. He could punish her, or worse, he could send her back to her husband. Not that the unfeeling man would take her back.

Alicia bit her lip, and trotted along beside him on high heels clacking away, while trying to keep up.

Once more she was wearing what he wanted, and as usual it was inappropriate for a mature decent woman. She'd come to terms with the idea of no longer being a decent woman. He used persuasion and intimidation, the tools of a bully, to train her into being obedient to his whims. So now it seemed perfectly reasonable to do as she was told.

After him spending so much money on her today, she couldn't complain. Showing disapproval, or even slumping her shoulders, wasn't allowed, so she would have to be careful.

She ignored the hem riding up, and the men keenly watching her every step. A glance in a store front window reflected a confident slut, striding through the mall. James was impressive in his suit, and she was proud to have him at her side.

As promised, they stopped for coffee before returning home. James was in the men's room, leaving her alone and feeling vulnerable. Men were staring at her, as though she were gold coins abandoned on the pavement.

Their eyes scanned her, starting at the red shiny heels, working their way up her long legs, a slim waist, overhung by a large pair of breasts, almost covered by long blond hair. She'd recently heard more than one man say she had it all. Meaning they liked her body, or rather, they lusted after it. At one time such a lewd remark would have angered her, or left her feeling small, though now it gave her ego a boost.

Sitting down was awkward, as the short t-shirt couldn't hide the stocking tops, and suspender straps. She routinely pulled at the hem, but all that did was expose more of her cleavage. She kept her legs tight together, and nervously sat on the edge of the seat. One of the guys got up and was walking toward her.

She lowered her gaze to her lap, then checked her breasts were decently covered. Or at least as much as the t-shirt would allow, after tugging at the hem. There was always one bolder guy than the others, and willing to be shot down. Only, Alicia had been ordered to play the dumb blond game, and would have to be in character. If the guy was clever he would easily outwit the dumb blond persona, and she would have to play along.

'Hi, my name is Brad, what's yours?' he asked.

'Everyone calls me, Candy,' she chirruped like a chipmunk.

'Well, you are sweet, I can see that,' he said, and sat next to her on the bench.

Alicia giggled inanely at the comment.

'You're just saying that to get in my panties,' she pouted, looking all the more seductive, rather than off putting.

'Well, I could taste if you really were sweet as candy, then,' he said, with a wicked grin.

'I don't understand. Like, what do you mean?' she asked, with the well honed girly voice.

'If I got inside your panties I could taste your honey,' he blatantly said, half expecting her to hit him.

Instead she giggled.

'Ooo! Like, I love that. Like, it's my favourite, most gorgeous thing in the world,' she heavily breathed. 'Except maybe pink, like, I love stuff that is pink, yea?'

The guy hesitated for a moment, not believing what he heard.

'You'd like me to lick your pussy?' he quietly asked.

'Mmm! Yes! No! Naughty boy! Like, that's my most bestest thing ever. If you were my boyfriend you could kiss and pay my pussy loads of attention,' she beamed at him. 'My boyfriend hardly ever does it. Do you do it to your girlfriend?' she asked.

'I used to do it all the time, but she left me. Look!' he said, and touched the tip of his nose with his tongue.

'Wow! Like, I can just imagine what you could do with that, really!' she squealed. 'Like, I'd absolutely love for you to tongue me, it would be so fab, yea!'

'I can imagine what I could do with you,' he said, and looked sincere this time.

'Are you being naughty?' she asked, and giggled.

'I'd like to be. Only with you,' he said.

'Why did your girlfriend leave you?' she asked, only just remembering to stay in character.

'A long story. She got a transfer out of state with her job, and I didn't want to go. We argued about it, and in the end, it was realised we didn't need each other as much as we thought. I like the look of you, Candy,' he said, and gave her a big warm smile.

'My boyfriend looks after me real good, so I owe him lots,' she said, sounding sad for the guy.

'Well, I guess I had better go. If he doesn't turn up, I'll take you home. I'll lick your pussy all night, if you like,' he promised, and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

'Mmm! That would be nice, especially with your long tongue,' she smiled at him.

Alicia couldn't possibly have spoken to anyone like that before her master trained her. He'd brainwashed her, damaging her moral fibre, and stripped away her social politeness. It was always a shock when she spoke about personal things so freely, while acting as the dumb bimbo.

It was liberating and fun, talking to men who treated her like a dumb blond. It was nice the way they warmed to her, and opened up with their feelings. They appreciated her honesty, though, was she really being honest? It was all just a game. Being controlled by a boy was also a game, only it had badly got out of hand.

It was a relief seeing James return to the table. The guy had the decency to return to his table, and therefore an unpleasant scene had been averted. Perhaps James enjoyed bullying a man caught talking to her.

'Did anyone bother you?' he asked.

'No, but a nice guy spoke to me,' she said. 'They are usually assholes, but this one was nice.'

James looked at her, unsure what to say. Perhaps a nice guy was more of a threat than an asshole.

'Here, for you. A token of my love,' he sincerely spoke, and pulled a flower from behind his back.

'Oh! That's lovely, a red rose, my favourite,' she gushed, and giggled.

A single long stemmed rose, a whispered endearment in her ear, a compliment about her clothes, and all was forgiven. He praised the look of her hair, telling her that she looked a perfectly wonderful bimbo. A tear formed in the corner of an eye, from the wonderful way he treated her. Being called a bimbo by him was only a joke they shared.

He wanted her to act like a dumb bimbo, and she would gladly perform anything for him. It was a fun game. James had wiped away her morals and self-worth, so she could be whatever he wanted. It was liberating, with a wonderful sense of freedom to do or say whatever came to mind.

They talked together about the clothes they bought, with lots of giggles from her, and smiles and kisses from him. When he deeply kissed her in a public place, she no longer cringed, as she now enjoyed the kisses, and the display of affection.

***

Maybe he'd forgotten about the tattoo, she hoped so. They arrived at the club where he had her pierced some time ago. It brought back memories of when her pussy had been sealed, with tiny locks through rings piercing her pussy lips. The rings were still there as a reminder.

It was terrible to find her sex had been locked away from her husband. It was outrageous for it to be her son's bully taking charge of her vagina. How dare he do that to her. It meant moving into the spare bedroom, so her husband didn't discover her shameful secret. Her husband hadn't bothered with her, and let her sleep alone. It had been the final act to the end of their marriage, though it lingered on for a short while.

It was also the first step in her training. He was showing her how effectively he could control her, even when she was at home, in bed. Laying there at night feeling so needy, trying to masturbate and failing to orgasm, had been dreadful. The boy had worked her up so much, she was losing her will to fight him.

The boy had started controlling her back then. Ever since he trained her relentlessly, until he had absolute control over her. He now had her all to himself, keeping her close, moulding her into the plaything he wanted her to be. Like a pet, she was obedient and house trained, ready to come to heel whenever he jerked her leash.

Two weeks ago James had kept her awake the whole weekend, torturing her by edging her, and not letting her sleep, softening her up. It was no wonder she said those awful things in front of her husband. She'd told him she was a sex slave, and that James owned her. So there was no going back, and he hadn't come to claim her back.

Damn! The guy who pierced her lips was there, and he also did tattoos.

'Here, drink this,' James told her.

It was a club for adolescents, but James added vodka to the orange juice. He was considerate, as the alcohol would numb the pain, a little.

'What happens when your father returns home, will he make me leave?' she asked.

'Where did that suddenly come from? He's working in South America, Argentina. They're building a railway to a mine, so he'll be away for a year at least. We won't be home when he returns. I'm taking you to college with me. I'm buying an apartment near the college. No one will know who you are, so you can relax once there,' he informed her.

Damn! The boy had it all planned out. She was figuring on a few naughty weeks, playing at being his sex slave, and then moving out when he went to college. Though, where the money would come from, hadn't been worked through. Hopefully he would give her the deposit on an apartment.

Alicia knew he had been training her for all these weeks, shaping her to what he wanted her to be. It made no difference being aware of what he was doing to her. It was both subtle and blatant. He got what he wanted with a slap, a spanking, together with lots of delicious rewards. The problem was that had begun to enjoy the punishments as well.

Unlike her husband, James never put her down, he always praised her. When he called her a slut, it was because she had become a slut. He'd stripped her of all her decency, and inhibitions, so she could be whatever he wanted. The tattoo would be another grinding away of her old self. Soon there would be nothing left, except the pliable bimbo slut he wanted her to be.

All the time she was with him the role progressed more deeply into her mind. It had become natural to behave like a slut, and when he snapped his fingers, she would be his stupid bimbo. What worried her was that after being with him so long, it would become impossible to shrug off the indecent behaviour. After all, what was left except Alicia the dim slut.

Being his slut for a few weeks was exciting, but living like that for the rest of her life was a daunting thought. She imagined being in a bar dressed in slutty clothes, waiting to be picked up by a man. Anyone who talked to her would have her giggling and talking intimately. They wouldn't get the wrong impression, she would be available to anyone wanting her.

'Oh! God! Is Rainbow man going to tattoo me?' she breathlessly asked.

'Yes. Don't wriggle around, keep a hold of my hand,' he ordered.

'Yes, master,' she gasped.

Another cup of orange and vodka calmed her down. It left her contemplative. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the little rings piercing her lips. It wasn't a discreet movement, as she was no longer bothered by a public display of her body.

It was surprising to be so heated up by the thought of a tattoo. Her pussy was kept closely shaved, and that was difficult with her lips pierced with small rings. Only once had he used them to keep her in check. Some time ago he clipped a leash to the rings, and led her around the house, while his father was out.

She had no option but follow attentively wherever he went. When he went outside she kept quiet, not wanting to be noticed by neighbours. The micro-mini hardly covered her sex, and it was pulled up at the front by the leash. The feeling of being exposed outside was dramatic. She felt as though she were a dirty exhibitionist slut, displaying her pussy in the most obscene way.

When her naughty bits were safely tucked away in her panties, no one knew her dirty secret. Exposing her piercings outside, to anyone who cared to stare at her pussy, was humiliating and exciting. Fortunately hardly anyone was around, but it still heated her up, to the point of being dripping wet. Anyone could see she was sexed up and ready for it. At least back then she had some self-control.

Standing close to the fence so a neighbour couldn't see her shame, the man talked to James, all the while eyeing her up and down. Had the neighbour seen her walk through the garden, pulled on a leash by her pussy lips? If he had, what kind of rumours were circulating around the neighbourhood?

Her boiler had been stoked to exploding point, so when they returned to his bedroom, she was ready to jump him.

Instead, he clipped the leash to a bed leg, and locked it in place. All she could do was stand there, staring at the incredible trap. It was so simple, yet so very effective. Unable to walk away, or even move around, she had to stand and wait upon a boy to free her. He could make her wait, and free her when he deigned to. She was completely at his mercy.

From that moment on, he became her master, in absolute charge, controlling her passion like everything else.

While standing in his bedroom, trapped by her pussy lips, it was realised how far she had fallen. All her moral reticence had been stripped away by this young boy. It was then she realised he was way ahead of her all the time, and she would never be free.

***

The memory of those early times had her gasping. He'd harshly trained her to need sex, to the point where she was now a wanton slut. Alicia had been so innocent before meeting James. The concept of having a master had been unknown.

Again she sat on the dreadful leather dentist chair, though this time he didn't have to remove her panties, as she wasn't wearing any. She spread her legs as commanded. It came to her that she was far more subservient and obedient, than when first here.

Anyone of the boys could saunter over to examine her sex, and watch her being tattooed. It no longer seemed so terrifying, showing off her sex to strangers. Letting these teenagers gawp at her pierced sex wasn't so important anymore, because there was little left of her self-worth.

Not that she could admit it, but she enjoyed the impudent attention. Their crude comments heated her up and continued to threaten her with a public orgasm. When the young guy swabbed between her legs, she was stoked up even more, until she was dripping wet.

As happened so often, James put her into a humiliating position, which sexed her up in public, which in turn humiliated her, and that aroused her further.

He'd done this to her so often, she knew what was going to happen, and dreaded it. At the same time it was exciting and too powerful to resist. Before meeting him she hadn't realised being humiliated could arouse her. He found out and used it to get what he wanted, her obedience. She became so sexed up he could do whatever he liked with her in bed, or out of it. Not only that, after experiencing such wildly satisfying sex, she was vulnerable to his whims, and willingly did as she was told.

The boy had caught her in a circle of punishments and rewards, and it was impossible to escape the ever tightening leash. He'd captured her like a wild animal, trained her to be his pet, and wasn't letting her go. Why should he? He had an obedient sex pet, willing to satisfy his every whim.

She tried to talk him out of it, to let her go, and not misuse her like a sex object. The problem was, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being a boy's sex toy. The feeling of humiliation, of letting go all her inhibitions, throwing away all moral restrictions, having raw natural sex, was exciting and liberating. It was like driving a hundred miles an hour in an open topped sports car. She revelled in it. Willingly putting up with the fact of an inevitable crash, and the dire consequences.

The tingle became a pain. Not unbearable, but an unpleasant sensation. What they were doing down there she had no idea, and didn't really want to know. Both boys discussed the tattoo in low voices, which the loud music obliterated. It might be a flower, a dragon, or anything. What was her favourite flower, had he ever asked? Maybe it was a single red rose?

It was more likely to be something he wanted to mark her with, something to remind her of him. It didn't matter, for her hair would be grown back, covering it, when he left her. Oh! Shit! It was difficult holding back from an orgasm. The pain and exposure was setting her off.

The last thing she wanted was for him to discover pain excited her. This was something new! Maybe it was just the humiliating, for this was certainly a humiliating position to be in. If her son hadn't been in college, he could have wander over to say hello. Her pussy, rather her cunt as she now had to call it, and even her asshole, were exposed. With ankles caught in stirrups, holding open her legs, she was so very vulnerable.

***

She imagined one of her son's friends walking by, and doing a double take.

'Oh! Hi, Mrs Lucas. Nice pussy! Why are you so ready for it, Mrs Lucas? Your pussy is gaping and so wet, I could fuck you easily,' the boy said.

As though testing the idea, he pushed a finger into her, then two more. He began rubbing her clit with a thumb. Her son's friend was finger fucking her! This was humiliation beyond reason!

'Wow! Mrs Lucas, you're really sexed up. I'll come around to your place tomorrow, and see if I can do the same, if that's okay?' he said.

'Err, no, err, oh! Mmmm!' she mumbled, while he played with her..

'I'll promise not to tell anyone, Mrs Lucas, if you let me do this in your bedroom, whenever I like,' he said, and gave her a devilish smile.

'Oh! Yes, like, mmm, alright, you know, ooo, like, whatever,' she murmured, while so very close to an orgasm.

***

'Oh! God! I'm, oh, yes!' she hissed, as an orgasm washed through her entire body..

'All finished. Wow! The bitch is really enjoying this,' Rainbow stated the obvious.

'She gets off on humiliation,' James told him.

'Nice body! When you get fed up with it, pass it on to me,' Rainbow grinned.

'There's a waiting list, so don't hold your breath,' James teased.

***

James took her home, after a long day shopping, and having shamed her in the club.

'What's wrong, slave?' James asked.

'I'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Showing me off to your friends, was so bad. It was humiliating. My body is no longer like those girls,' Alicia complained

'I suppose I did ask,' he chuckled.

He grabbed hold of her, and held her tight, fiercely looking into her eyes.

'Your body is better than all of those girls back there. Your mind is sharper, and you know more about life. You're a diamond among boring ugly rocks. Don't you see that? You have a nice personality, with intelligence, all wrapped up in a beautiful package,' he firmly told her.

'I don't believe you. What bad things have you got planned for me?' she pushed him, while he was in a good mood.

'You don't believe me because for years you've been neglected and put down. I'll show you when we get home. You'll carry out an IQ test and a personality test, on the computer. You'll see,' he told her.

'So why am I your dumb blond?' she asked.

'Because you're talented enough to act the part. Come on, surely you know you're a smart person. After all, you chose me!' he grinned.

'Oh! Yea, like, you know, I sure am, master,' she said, in a silly girly voice.

Looking at him driving, the serious expression on his face had her believing him. He could be chivalrous at times, and he often said he hated the way her husband treated her. Though he could be harsh, and was controlling, she thought it was for the best. Or was that because he'd brainwashed her into thinking that way?

Arriving home, he forced her to try several tests. It was scary as she hadn't carried out anything like this since school.

'There you are, you have a high IQ. Not enough to join MENSA, but still impressive. The personality test isn't so clear, except it shows you as being a nice person. Nowhere near being a psychopath,' he joked.

Alicia looked at the results. As expected she was a follower, and a submissive. A group facilitator rather than a leader. Still, she felt happy with the analysis, and what it said about her. The high score for intelligence was a surprise. She felt a lot happier about herself, and being with James.

Arranging the new clothes and shoes in the closet, and placing the feminine things in the bathroom, kept her busy. The expensive make-up was thoughtful of him, and wasn't slutty in the slightest. There were bright colours to go with the slutty clothes, and expensive subtle colours for the others.

A couple of times she was tempted to peek at her sex, to see what the tattoo was. The t-shirt dress was so short it wouldn't have to be lifted much, and she still wasn't allowed to wear a pair of panties. Ordered not to peek, she only just obeyed him.

'Come here, slave. Get undressed,' he told her, and patiently waited.

All she had to do was pull the t-shirt over her head, undo the bra, and there she was, an obedient naked pet.

'Just what every boy should have. A beautiful woman to play with,' he said.

Taking hold of her shoulders he turned her around to face a mirror.

'Look at your slender waist. How many of the girls in that club are so fit looking? Do any of them have large breasts? Alright, Pauls' girl, Janice does, but she's the only one. Look at your long legs! They are wonderful, even without everything else between them,' he whispered in an ear.

'Please, master, the tattoo, master, what does it say?' she politely asked.

It was difficult to see in the mirror. Something was written across her mons, which she couldn't make out, especially with a tear in her eye blurring everything.

'It says, "This slave belongs to James",' he told her.

'Thank you master. The tattoo is permanent, does that mean I'm permanently your slave?' Alicia asked.

'Yes! You'll always be mine to do with as I please,' he seriously said. 'I'll keep you always, and cherish you always.'

'Thank you, master!' Alicia gushed, with the put on girly voice.

The idea behind having a tattoo had sunk in, and she really was thanking him. He intended to keep her, and that was what she wanted. It might not last, probably wouldn't, but she would try to please him, to make their relationship last as long as possible.

'Come on get changed for bed, we are having a night of movies,' he declared.

Excited by his enthusiasm, she ran to the bedroom, where night clothes were laid out. On the bed was a baby-doll nightgown. The floating top was see-through, and hardly covered the panties, which were also transparent.

As elegantly as possible she glided into the lounge, and stood in front of a lamp. Knowing it lit up the nightie made the move a naughty tease. It had the effect she was looking for. He grinned at her, and forbad her to move. She had his full attention, and knew he wanted to play with his toy.

'Your pussy looks very big, slave,' he commented.

'Your cock looks very big, master,' she returned.

They both laughed but she didn't move without permission.

The movie played in the background, while she plied him with grapes. She sucked one off the vine, and kissed him, pushing it into his mouth. He sucked a strawberry into his mouth, and pushed it into hers. They cut up pieces of fruit, feeding each other. She brought him an unpeeled banana, for him to slid it into her vagina.

He worked her vagina for awhile, then pushed it into her mouth. She demonstrated deep throat, until he told her to stop.

'Lie back and play with yourself. Use the banana at your own pace. Is that nice?' he asked.

'It is, but I'd rather have you,' she goaded him.

He rolled on top of her, and began to slowly fuck her.

***

Next morning she carefully slid out of bed to start her chores. She was a boy's toy but still had housework to do. Some tasks had to be left until he awoke, but she got on with most things before he got up. His usual man noises in the bathroom alerted her to start the breakfast.

He spent some time in the study while she completed her household duties. This time she wasn't dressed as a French Maid, posing and bending for him to grope. When she was dressed sexily, it certainly made dusting an interesting chore.

Alicia brought her master a cup of coffee and put it on the desk. He took hold of her wrist and placed something in her hand.

'You'll wear this all the time. If I find out you've defied me, I'll spank you, and have you tattooed again. Got it?' he heavily spoke, and twisted her arm.

'Yes, sir, I promise to do as I'm told, honest, sir,' Alicia whined.

The idea of wearing a butt plug was unpleasant. Wearing it under orders from her son's bully was diabolical. He was only doing this to debase her more than he had already. Alicia hadn't yet guessed why she was to wear a butt plug. She had always been innocent when it came to sex, until he started teaching her sexual techniques and fetishes.

'Get under the desk,' he curtly told her.

Her face creased up as she gave in to a pathetic sob. It was humiliating to realise she had been looking forward to receiving his cum. Not on her face, but in her cunt. She crawled across the floor, and squeezed under the desk.

James no longer found it amusing to make a grown woman cry. In fact he wanted to make her happy all the time. Worried that she might get out of hand, or want to leave him, he made sure she was under his control. It might have been something to do with losing his mother and sister in a motoring accident, which had been the ultimate loss and a dramatic leaving.

***

'I've decided to train you. You are to be trained as a bimbo airhead. Do you know what that means?' he asked.

'Sorry, master, I don't know. I thought you had trained me already, master,' she carefully spoke.

It sounded ridiculous. Did this mean she would have to act out the part of a dumb blond permanently? He sometimes treated her that way in front of his friends, but this sounded more serious, something more formal.

'You are already obedient, and a blond, so not much of a change for you. I want you to be a genuine cute bimbo,' he smiled.

A day of talking like a cute teenage blond wasn't so bad. He gave her guidance as to the words and phrases to use, and praised her attention to detail. A week went by where she had to be a dumb bimbo from the moment she opened her eyes, to the moment she closed them at night.

Selective makeup was easily plastered on, and a makeover in a salon made it official. With false eyelashes, fingernails, a push up bra, short skirt, crop top, a diamond in her belly button, ridiculously high heels, and with everything possible being pink, Alicia was a dumb blond bimbo.

Alicia was enjoying the freedom of expression. A niggle at the back of her mind suggested that she shouldn't be enjoying this, and that it was degrading, but the qualms were easily forgotten. It was a release from being responsible for her actions, even with her master.

***

'We're going out to celebrate your second week of training, Candy,' James informed her.

Alicia jumped up and down, bouncing her breasts around, rejoicing over the news.

'Oh! Goody, like, can we drink pink Champaign, you know Candy loves pink, anything pink. Like, really, my lipstick, shoes, skirt, everything is pink. Can I buy a big hat to go with my outfit? Please!' she drew out the last word, elongating it for emphasis.

She knew how to behave, talk, dress, and be a dumb blond. Sitting, standing, walking in very high heels, showing off, and everything she had been taught, was deeply absorbed into her psyche. To keep her master happy, she became a dumb creature needing his protection. Everything she had been, everything she had learned over the years, was abandoned to be his simple object of beauty.

Driving into town, Alicia giggled, on remembering she almost made a big mistake. They were in a sports bar, when she joined him from a salon, and was about to show her master the decoration around her pussy lips. Sparkly jewels were stuck on her flesh, between the legs, decorating her pussy.

She had been excited and thoughtless, but her master stopped her lifting the skirt just in time.

***

They had a glass of Champaign and moved on to buy a hat. Alicia explained in her new girly way, that a cute little girl could never have enough pink clothes. They stopped in the middle of the mall, where she lifted the hem of the little dress.

'See, master, my panties need to be pink too, yea? Like, you know, I need some more panties. Like, I've seen some with pink ribbons on them, please, can I, huh?' Alicia said, with her head to one side, trying for a cute girly bimbo look, and succeeding.

James gave in to her as he must. Sometimes he'd wondered if the woman was playing him for a fish on a line. The transformation was complete in only a couple of weeks, so maybe she was just play acting. Admittedly they had played it out before, but he didn't have any experience of this. Everything he read on the net had been tried, and it worked. Too well! Of course he had a willing subject, prepared to be trained and brainwashed, so that made it possible.

The woman was rubbing a breast on his arm, and she was clearly turned on. All through last week, she had been hot and ready for sex. It had to be admitted, she looked gorgeous, and he wasn't the only male who thought so. Men stared at her as they walked through the mall, and everywhere else they went.

***

'Hi, Alicia, it is Alicia isn't it?' Mrs Morgan asked.

The woman was a couple of years older than Alicia, but was of course dressed sensibly and befitting a nice middle class woman. James was amused by the woman's look of incredulity. At one time Alicia too had dressed conservatively like this woman. Now dressed like a cross between a hooker, and an airhead teenage cheerleader.

'Hi, Mrs Morgan,' Alicia greeted the woman with youthful enthusiasm, and respect.

James nodded and smiled, trying not to loudly guffaw.

'I heard you had moved away, not far though,' she said, and looked meaningfully at James.

'Oh! Yea! Like, really, you know, I moved in with James. He's my master, and teaches me all kinds of new things. He calls me Candy, so now, I'm sweet Candy,' Alicia giggled.

'I see, I think. Yes, I can imagine he has taught you something. You've certainly changed,' she said, with a sniff of indignation.

'Why don't you call, for brunch. Would tomorrow suit you?' James politely asked.

'Oh! I don't think so! Well, yes, it might be interesting, would eleven be suitable?' she asked.
James could see she was interested in picking up some juicy gossip for her lady friends, the ladies who dinned.

'Certainly, Mrs Morgan. We shall be looking forward to seeing you. We must get on, more shoes are needed,' he said.

'Oh! Really? Oh! Fab! Like, really, I need more shoes, you know, a pair of shoes for every outfit, yea!' she exclaimed, while they carried on through the mall.

Mrs Morgan had been forgotten, until they reached home.

'You know, like, brunch, are you sure, master?' Alicia hesitantly asked.

'We've invited her now, and can't back out. You'll be fine. Do you have everything you need, for brunch? Okay, we'll shop in the morning,' James told her, and got the usual response to shopping, with hoorays, and the delightful bouncing breasts.