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Mary’s story Part 27Betty’s breast was complete now; the tattoo rose over her shoulder and down across her back, wrapping round her hip and running onto her thigh. “I saw Paul last night to get a bit more done. He was going crazy with only doing butterflies, so it was a break for him. I start the other breast next week.” She said. “You’re lucky; we have no idea what we will be doing next week or what will happen to us.” “You are not on the operating list, if that helps. Oh, that reminds me, we have something for Mitsumi.” Fatima reached into her nurse’s bag and produced a little jar with something floating in a clear liquid. “What’s that?” “It’s your inner labia sections.” “Well, I don’t want them; I can’t stick them back on.” “No, Mitsumi asked for them, so we’ll just leave them on the side for her.”Mary wondered what Mitsumi wanted her inner labia for and looked at the two pieces of skin floating in the jar; they did not look as though they could be any use for anything. She remembered that they used to drag and pull inside, making it very painful when her husband fucked her, so maybe sex would be better without them. That is of course if her husband would still want her with all her alterations. Still, Hazel’s husband was standing by her, and was even allowing Mitsumi to make more alterations to her. Mary’s husband, Mike, and the Mayor were both in the Masons, so she thought that Mike would not want to be seen not to conform.From what Sue had said about last night, most of the WI memberswere there, and they were mostly also Lodge wives. Hillary’s husband had been Grand Master before he died. Thank goodness I never had an affair, or my tattoo might have been the same as Hillary’s. They must have discussed it at the Lodge to come up with such a cruel punishment for Hillary. Then she thought about how to explain about Bob. She reasoned that as they had never had proper sex, just blowjobs, bahis firmaları perhaps it was not that bad. “What do you think Mitsumi is doing to Hazel?” “I expect it will be something to do with her tattoo, and her husband will want it to be bigger and better than anyone else’s so he has bragging rights at the club and the Lodge. I don’t know how Mitsumi is going to do that, Paul’s not there today.” “Perhaps she will give her a traditional Japanese tattoo, I think that there might be tattoo sticks in that bag that she had. That will be very painful for Hazel if it is all done by hand. I saw it done once in a tattoo programme on the TV. It looked brutal, like they were stabbing the needles into the skin and the colours were very bright.” “Well, I’m sure Hazel will be telling us all about it when they get back. Paul will be opening up soon, I’d better get ready for work.” said Sue, “I wonder how many there will be tonight?” “Word will have got round, you know how we women talk, so perhaps we should all come with you to help?” said Mary, “I’m feeling a lot better since I found out about Hazel. I almost feel sorry for her.”They all got dressed, and rang Bob to come and collect them. He did not live far away, and soon drew up outside. Sue sat in the front seat, and every now and then would point to a woman in the street, saying, “She’s been done, she’s been done.” Mary, Fatima and Betty stared out at the women from the back seat. There were quite a few that Mary recognised, some from the club that she used to go to with Sue and Bob, and some so straight-laced that she would have put money on them having nothing to do with tattoos. They soon arrived at the car park, and they all went through Linda’s back door into her salon. They could hear a woman crying, and another voice shouting, “Shut up. You are dishonouring your husband.” “Sounds like you were right, Sue. That is definitely Mitsumi kaçak iddaa and Hazel in there.” They pushed the connecting door open. In front of them was Hazel, flat on her back, strapped down to a table, with Mitsumi holding what looked like a bamboo cane about 18 inches long. She pushed the cane rhythmically against Hazel’s stomach. She was following lines drawn on to the skin to outline the tattoo. Hazel was straining to get free, but she was bound too tightly to be able to move. The butterfly was huge, covering all of Hazel’s stomach, the wings starting just under her breasts and going down onto the top of her thighs, covering her stomach from side to side and extending round her sides. The head of the butterfly was showing just above the gap between her breasts, and the thick antennae swooped up onto her collar bones. The black body reached down onto her mons. Most of the outline looked to be complete. “How are we doing for time?” asked Mitsumi. “We have come to help Paul, so we need to be getting the place ready, as we are expecting a rush again tonight. I think that you ought to stop now, a crying woman is not a good advert.” Mitsumi started to clear up her equipment. Mary was fascinated by the brightness of the colours in the little bottles, and the range of sticks and the different needles tied onto them. They untied Hazel, and lifted her off the table, but she was too weak to stand up. “You Western women are very weak. When I was being tattooed I did not need to be tied down, and I did not move at all. It is a great honour to be given a tattoo by a Master, and you are expected to earn it through withstanding the pain.” Mary looked at Mitsumi, and said, “Will you tattoo me please, Mitsumi? I’m sure that my clitoris will need doing again soon.” “I understand from Sue that you like to do that for yourself.” Mary was disappointed and it showed in her face. “Don’t worry, I will kaçak bahis give you a tattoo, Mary, but it will be my choice of design, not yours.”Hazel was regaining strength. Mitsumi had covered her tattoo in Clingfilm and they wrapped her in a blanket, and moved her into Linda’s shop through the adjoining door. Mary tried to look after Hazel, and hugged her to comfort her. This was a mistake, she realised, as her nipples pressed against Hazel’s body, the wave of pain was very intense. As usual, her body reacted to the pain by having an orgasm, and Mary felt very wet between her legs. The dressing on her stiches was soaked. She removed her knickers and the pad. “I think that I will feel better without these.” Linda said that she approved, and suggested that Mary change into one of her uniforms. “I have a job for you tonight as my Receptionist, so Sue and I can keep an eye on you in case you pass out again; and I don’t want you to be the only woman in the shop that is wearing knickers tonight!” Sue stripped and changed into one of Linda’s spare overalls and started to clean in Paul’s shop, ready for him to be able to start work as soon as he arrived.Bob brought the car round, and Mitsumi and Hazel got into the back seat and set off for Hazel’s house. Mary wondered what Hazel would look like the next time she saw her.Linda showed Mary how to access the appointments system on her computer, and it all seemed very straightforward. There did seem to be a lot of appointments for tonight though. Mary asked about this. “Surely, you cannot fit all these in?” “No, silly, there are a lot for Paul here as well. After last night we thought it would be more discreet if we used my shop entrance for his lady customers, and it is by appointment only, it was chaos last night with them just queuing up. All my customers are highlighted in green, and Paul’s are in red.” Mary clicked on the first green appointment, but there was no time against it. It just said GG Special. She asked Linda about it. “Oh, yes. That is Fay and her husband Chris. Just let me know when they arrive and I will deal with them as soon as I am free.”
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