Dedicated to Susan

Business was good, the money was not rolling in but we were more than comfortable. The permanent makeup side was so busy that Sally had to take on an artist dedicated to just doing the tattooed makeup.

I had been on several television programmes, showing my alternative look and been invited to attend well paid sessions with psychiatrists who wanted to analyse me.

We had bought a new car, a MG convertible, jet black of course, but most of all we were happy.

Time passes quickly when you get stuck into work and small minor changes happen, like I had taken out the eyebrow piercing’s and most of the genital ones, and the two out of my tongue, only the prince Albert was left. Sally had touched up the tattoo on the head of my dick a couple of times and it too was now jet black. It didn’t look very good when I was soft because it would look all wrinkly and dull, but when I was hard it went all tight and shinny, and the blackness would catch the light and give a white line of light down the entire curved line of the dome, depending how the light caught it. I had gone a little less sensitive since the dome was tattooed, but Sally didn’t mind because it meant the sex sessions would last even longer.

One evening we were at home watching telly and snacking out on junk food when Sally asked if I trusted her, I looked at her and burst out laughing, trust you I said, I would die for you, I love you so much it hurts, and as far as trusting you, if I had not trusted you would I have let you loose on my body with your needles and tattoo gun? There was silence for a few minutes and still looking deep into her beautiful eyes I said, “yes of course I trust you, WHY”? Sally gave me a soft gentle kiss on my lips and said tomorrow you'll find out, and started to watch telly again.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon and Sally still hadn’t told me what she had in mind, when Carol walked in, Hi Dave, Hi Sally she said and asked Sally if there was anyone left in the shop, Sally said no one, and told Carol to lock the door. Soon Sally and Carol were standing in front of me side by side as if we were in a wrestling competition and it was those two versus me. “Strip” Sally said, and lie down on the table face upwards, two minutes later I was stark bollock naked on the table and Sally and carol came towards me and Carol picked up my dick and Sally started drawing on it. A tattoo I thought on my dick, what will it be, where will it start and end, how will it contrast with my shinny black dome. Sally drew all around my dick from the very tip to the very base. Do you want a cup of tea Dave, Carol asked, I was about to get my dick tattooed and she asks me if I want a cup of tea. No thanks I replied. Sally looked up at me, smiled, and said no need to shave you and started laughing. I was of course body bald from all of the laser treatments.

Sally started to rub my dick up and down getting me aroused and then carefully washed my dick with some solution to kill the germs and taking great care not to wash whatever it was that she had drawn off, then dried it.

I lay there staring at the ceiling waiting for the pain to start when carol came to my side and started kissing me, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, once again tattooed lips onto tattooed lips, just the thought of it kept me hard, and then the tattooing started, first at the very head of my dick going all the way round, then a little lower and then again a little lower until Sally had reached the very base of my dick. She then swapped needles and started tattooing at the top mf my dick again and I knew she was colouring me in.

Carol removed her lips and turned to Sally and said, “did you know he has taken out his tongue studs”. Sally said yes and not to worry she has something planned for me that I wouldn’t be able to change. The constant buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air as Sally relentlessly tattooed on. You’re bleeding a lot Dave she said and told Carol to stop getting me excited, the outline had been completed so even when I was soft the skin could be stretched and coloured in with no problem. The problem was that I was still hard and there was no sign of me getting softer. Sally stood up and walked over to where we kept the piercing equipment and said that she had planned on waiting a week or so but she may as well get started now. She came to me and blindfolded me so that I would not get a sneak preview of the tattoo on my dick. I sat up and she told me to keep quiet and to stick out my tongue, I thought nice one Carol, she’s going to pierce my tongue again. I felt the forcep type clamps squeeze my tongue but they were much further back this time, and then the needle was pushed through, instead of sliding a bar through she moved the clamp a little further forward on my tongue and pierced me again. She didn’t put a bar inside this one either, but kept on piercing my tongue all the way forward until I had a row of needled all the way along from the very tip back to just past the middle part. My heart was pounding, it had been a long time since I had been so nervous.

Sally slid a bar through the first one at the tip and removed the needle and then screwed the ball onto the end, then she worked her way backwards until she had completed all of my tongue. As I pulled my tongue back into my mouth I felt the dryness drag and then the steel of the balls hit the upper and lower teeth one by one as the balls came in and the coldness on the roof of my mouth and on the floor of my mouth. I was trying to count how many times I had been pierced by sliding my tongue over my teeth, one, two three…..seven times. The tattooing started again but I hardly noticed, my tongue was heavy and it didn’t feel right having so much metal in a perfectly straight line along my tongue, straight line, why a straight line, I was puzzled. I lay down and the blindfold was removed, I saw Carol come towards me and again slid her tongue into my mouth and after exploring every ball with her tongue she said “that’s better” and I looked at her and she smiled and made a kissing movement with her lips and blew me a kiss. I could start to feel my tongue swell, and knew it was going to be hard to eat and talk for a while until the swelling went down and I god used to the weight of the studs.

Sally just kept on tattooing me round and round my dick, she worked quickly but nevertheless it was a big area to cover and she was always so precise and never risked a poor performance through rushing.

I felt her slowly but surely work her way down and round, until she eventually reached the base of my dick. “There finished” she said, she wiped the last few drops of blood off me and said do you want to have a look? I tried to say yes but my tongue was swollen quite badly by now so I just nodded. As I leaned up and looked down I saw my cock had been covered on bright bands of colour that wrapped around, it was as if my cock had been dipped in various coloured paint pots at different heights each band was about a quarter of an inch wide. Blue, Red, Green, Black, Yellow, all placed against each other so as to contrast with each other. There’s one more surprise for you yet Dave, Sally said. As I looked at it, the life started to come back into it and the swelling from the tattooing was huge, it looked as if my dick was two sizes bigger, Carol looked at Sally and said it’s a pity its not that size normally and they both giggled. They didn’t tell me what the last surprise was but I found out later that night.

We were lying in bed, Sally was asleep, but I couldn’t fall to sleep, the excitement of the day kept me awake, along with my aching cock and my hugely swollen tongue, it was dark and I pulled the quilt back when I saw that the ink that she used in the tattooing that day was glowing, FUCKIN HELL, I thought, she’s used luminous ink. I just lay there staring in darkness at my glowing cock, the different coloured striped easily visible, I could not see my hand because of the darkness but could clearly make out the shadows of my fingers passing between my cock and eye vision. I watched as it grey again, and I gently took a grasp, and as I did the tenderness was there, preventing me from playing with myself, so I just lay there with the quilt down below my waist and my glowing cock proud in the air. I have to admit that I liked it, it was different, I was different.

I received no sexual release for over a week, it was too risky Sally said, but soon we were at it again except this time I took Sally doggy style. I was kneeling behind her with my multi coloured cock in front and erect, and I slowly pulled my foreskin back to reveal the shinny black tattooed dome, the ring that hung behind made a great contrast and gently but surely I entered her, I saw the rings disappear into her one by one, and then out again, just the sight on my ringed dick nearly made me cum, but again the sex was great, soon I was down between her legs giving her oral, I was licking her clit and sliding the steel balls over and over her, until she came, she said that the sensation was great, and soon she was giving me head, again I watched the rings disappear into her mouth only to emerge again a little shinier as the saliva helped brighten up the colour. She had pulled back my foreskin and was licking my shiny black dome and playing with my ring, I could hold back no longer and as I came she pulled back slightly and I saw my shiny black dome erupt over her lips and drip back down onto my cock. She was soon licking every last drop off, and as usual she came to my mouth and spilled the remnants into my mouth. I had taken a likening to the taste of my own cum and the thought of drinking it didn’t seem to bother me anymore.

The tongue was swelled quite badly for over two weeks, but sure enough the swelling started to go down until finally it was back to normal, normal except for the row of seven studs in it, and the fact that I could hardly talk.

The days went by and the weeks and soon it was three months down the line, my cock had received three lots of touch ups because I had lost a few areas of colour and was now completely tattooed without a single area of natural coloured skin.

Sally had told me that Carol was coming round later that day to help her with my tongue, what are you going to do I asked, oh you'll see later, don’t worry.

There I was wondering if I was going to have more piercing’s, or different types of studs when Carol came in, she came straight to me and again started to kiss me, she loved the feeling of the steel balls of my tongue on hers and once even admitted the thought of her tattooed lips on my tattooed lips got her aroused. Sally never complained about our kissing and even encouraged it but I couldn’t figure out why.

I was told to sit down at the kitchen table and Carol started to remove the studs, but instead of placing them on the table she threw them into the waste bin. I saw no new studs and was wondering what was going to happen when Sally came to me and started to thread some very thin nylon line through my tongue, I could feel it pass through one hole and then the next one to it, then she formed a knot and pulled it tight, she then double knotted it and repeated this all the way along the tongue until my tongue was laced with line all the way along, the knots were on the upper side and scraped the roof of my mouth. When she had finished she trimmed the line so it was quite short and hardly rubbed. I tried to ask her why she had done this but with the tightness of my tongue bondage, I couldn’t make any sense.

It was as if nothing had happened Carol made us all a drink and we sat there, me listening and Sally and Carol chatting away talking about what else they could do but I was focusing on my constricted tongue, trying to figure out what it was they were doing to me. “Dave”, Sally said, How would you like breasts, I sat there silent, unable to speak and even if I could I don’t know what I would have said, so I just shrugged my shoulders as if to say I don’t know.

It was weird, I had lost control of my own body, they could and would do what ever they wanted to me, I was powerless.

It only took a week to see why they had tied line between the holes of my tongue, I woke up on the Sunday morning with a strange sensation in my mouth and little bite of line loose floating around my mouth. I put my finger to my mouth and felt inside and found that my tongue had divided into two halves, I pulled the line away and looked at it, on top of my black index finger was a tiny knot of line. The line had been tightened to cut off the blood flow and help split two holes into one, and so as each hole was joined the hole grew dramatically in size until the tongue was in two halves. I said nothing to Sally about it that day until we were sitting down to watch telly in the evening and I started to kiss her, she nearly jumped out of the seat then she first had the feeling of one half of my tongue on the top of hers and the other half below. I could make each side of my tongue work independently and I loved it.

Next who knows, breasts maybe, tell me what you want, you never know.