Wednesday 26th November 2008

An awesome day for My collared slave and just as awesome for Me. W/we had tattoos to look forward to, and it was also a first
for U/us both. Mine would be above My ankle and My slave's would be done on his lower back. Before W/we got there, slave tate was instructed to put on his collar - as he was being branded as My collared slave, he may as well show off his collar too. I decided I would go first and get Mine over and done with while My slave watched and waited for his turn - extend his anticipation just that little bit longer *smiles sweetly*.

I had some idea of what to expect as I had My lips and My eyebrows tattooed about 3 years ago. As the tattooist said, now I would experience the real thing - LOL! It did not take as long to do as I thought it would *breathes a big sigh of relief* and I could take My mind off the continued stinging sensation after it was all finished by concentrating on My slave and taking some photos of him through the glass window. slave tate's face mostly remained expressionless and it was very hard for Me to judge how he was really coping. Suffice to say he survived the experience and both O/our tattoos look incredible.

After W/we had been told how to care for O/our new tattoos, I felt it was a shame for My slave to remove his collar and made him keep it on until W/we reached O/our lunch destination in Ashmore. That meant a walk through the heart of Surfers Paradise to get to the car which was parked in Chevron Renaissance. I reminded My slave that he was fortunate I did not have a lead in My handbag today!

By this time My tattoo had stopped throbbing and the only thing to remind Me of it was the patch taped around My ankle which I could feel as I walked. It only had to stay on for an hour and then I could remove it and show off My tattoo to the world. slave tate on the other hand, did not have that luxury.

As My slave was driving U/us to the restaurant, he came out with an hilarious comment stating he was unaware W/we had an "orgasmic supermarket" on the Gold Coast. I could not believe what I had heard and asked him to repeat his comment. It turned out that he had misread the Organic Supermarket sign. Sounds a bit like a Freudian slip to Me, he must still be on a high after his tattooing experience. W/we had a sensational lunch (seafood for Me) with a deserving bottle of champagne to celebrate this significant event in My slave's life. There is no turning back for him now, unless he has a skin graft -LOL.

After lunch it was time to get started on My rope web in My dungeon which My other sub had so generously driven Me around the previous week to find the appropriate materials to use and subsequently purchased for his Goddess. Now slave tate was available to give Me some assistance with this mammoth job and W/we spent the better part of three hours putting it together. I am very pleased with the basic structure and will continue to add to it over the next week or so until I am completely satisfied.

An eventful day which began at 9.30am when slave tate arrived at My place and sitting here this evening, it still feels a little unreal that I have finally got around to having My tattoo done. And if I am feeling this way about My tattoo, I can well imagine how My collared slave is feeling this evening about his branding.

 

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