slave kitten permanntly marked

Here is slave kitten's account of being marked permanantly with my symbol. It was a very poweful afternoon.

"After 2 and a half years of learning, training, bonding, torture, craving, and growing- Her Majesty did it on December 21st. i got off of work early and picked Her up at home. We headed to blockbuster to get the next Queer as Folk volume, then to inner SE to Her friend's house, Solstice gift in hand- She had gotten him a beautiful dragonfish vase and some lovely holly berry like trimmings with a couple of lotus cups. Gorgeous.
i knew what we were there for and wasn't nervous at all, was rather calm actually. She showed Sage Her symbol and said She would like it to be a bit bigger than the one on Her wrist. So he drew it up and placed it where She specified She wanted it. Just below my breasts in the center of my chest.
Sage confirmed my readiness, took a deep breath, and started the outline. Her Majesty sat next to the massage table i was laying on. She just looked at me and said, "marked."

Permanently... This isn't just some flash that caught my eye or a design i connected with and wanted on a whim. i have wanted tattoos since i was a little girl. i'd draw on my skin with sharpie pens and those smelly markers despite the fact that my mother warned i would get ink poisoning that would kill me. i used to use sewing needles to rip lines of skin apart on my palms and color inside the lines when i was about 7-8years old- much to my dismay the ink never stayed long. i am very happy that i waited until i was 25 to have my flesh devirginized to body art. i couldn't have imagined a more perfect first tattoo experience.
Sage worked intently while Her Majesty played David Sedaris stories on Her laptop. i struggled to not laugh at teh funny parts initially, but soon became focused on the tattooing and the sensation. i liked how it felt and wanted to savour it. It tickled in an intense, stinging way, kind of like electro-torture. When Sage would break for a moment i'd peek up and see the progress. Even though i knew full well the permanency of Her symbol- i still felt kind of disconnected from the outline he was working on. i arched my neck to view Her Majesty's laptop screen which was showing a pornography slideshow, while Sage started to color in the symbol. It became more intense as he breezed through that. The tattooing started to feel like pain for the first time and i tested out my endorphin level by moving my head back and forth a little. Yes, i had that natural, opiate-like high that i love. Because he was tattooing right in the middle of my chest, i tried to take shallow breaths so that there wasn't a lot of heavy rising and falling of the chest- this made the pain stand out even more since i was too afraid to properly breathe through it.
i closed my eyes and Her Majesty asked what i was thinking about. Nothing in particular i told Her, i was just focusing on the sensations. i wanted to bury my face in Her chest and suffocate in Her breasts while the final places were being inked on Her symbol, but that was unreasonable so i just kept my eyes closed, focused on the needle, and let the rest of my mind wander.
Then he was done. He washed the tattoo off, which felt hot and sticky, and taped plastic wrap over to protect it. i stood up and looked down at Her Symbol with pride. i wanted to hug Her, drop and kiss Her feet, but i thought that might be very strange behaviour so kept myself composed and cool. Her Majesty was pleased with the placement and outcome and told me that i was marked and completely Hers now, and that if that ever had to change She would cut the symbol off of me. i almost cried when She said that, but knew that it had to be communicated and also knew that She was sincere.
Next it was Her Majesty's turn to get under the needle to have Her snake on Her ribcage revamped. i made Her tea, massaged Her feet (though never hard enough), and watched with fascination as Sage worked over the snake to look like the drawing he had done. Two and a half hours later it looked amazing. There is still some coloring to be done, it is going to be awesome when complete. Her body art is stunning and it has been really incredible to witness a lot of the progression... the bow and Mary's initial outline, then subsequent appointments to have Mary worked on, the flames above Her lotus, the snake... She is a work of art from Her tiniest cell structure, to brainwave patterns, to the natural curves and features, and now the custom, amazing, still ongoing artwork in Her flesh.

Her symbol left a flame in my chest for a couple of days, followed by maddening itching for a couple more. i wear it with immense pride. Hers is my first tattoo and that fact and the symbolism and sentimentalism involved in it will always make it the most special ink on my body. It took about a week for it to feel like the symbol was a part of me and not just on me. i felt kind of like a bizarre, BDSM teletubby for the first day or two. Now i can touch the center of my chest and connect with Her whenever i want or need. It feels and looks natural when i see Her symbol in the mirror or look down at my body in the shower. Being claimed and determined worthy of ownership is the best gift i have ever received and i am eternally grateful to serve and be owned by Her Majesty.
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slave kitten Dec 2004