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    When Dave Met Zoe

    by Inkman

     

     

    The year is 1999

    Dave is 22 years old, unemployed and lives in a flat, he is still a
    virgin. He hasn?t seen his parents for months, because of a bust up
    over his inability to get a job. He has been unemployed for over a
    year and is having real difficulty finding a new job. He has a
    normal build for his age, not very masculine, quite shy and suffers
    from a severe lack of confidence.

    It was a rainy April day and Dave was walking back from the job
    centre, he had again had no luck. He was a little depressed and
    having no job really upset him. As he was two streets from his home
    he saw a lady bending by her car, as Dave got closer he noticed that
    she had a flat tyre. She looked slim wore a short denim skirt and
    was wearing very high red heeled shoes. As Dave got close he said
    ?Excuse me, do you want me to change that for you?? and as the lady
    turned round he looked at her and thought that she was extremely
    beautiful, about 36 years old and she had short dyed spiky black
    hair, her nose was pierced on the left side and she wore bright but
    well done makeup, she smiled at him and said ?oh yes please, I have
    to be at my shop in half an hour?, and so Dave changed her tyre. As
    he placed the flat tyre back in the boot the lady said ?thank you so
    much, if there is ever anything I can do for you just ask? and
    handed him a business card, got in her car and drove off. On the way
    home Dave looked down at the card and was surprised to see that it
    was for a tattoo parlour about four miles away, he wondered what it
    was like but when he got home he just placed it in one of his draws
    in his bedroom. It was about two weeks later when as usual he hadn?t
    had any luck at the job centre and was walking back to his flat when
    a car pulled up behind him, he turned his head and saw it was the
    lady that had the flat tyre, as she stopped the car she smiled at
    him and asked if he wanted a lift, Dave hesitated and said ?why
    not?, and got in the car. As she drove Dave home they chatted and
    Dave found out that her name was Zoe. They got on extremely well and
    Dave?s natural shyness seemed to disappear, as Dave got out of the
    car Zoe asked him if he would like some work tidying up her garden
    and painting the house? Dave thought for a second and nodded and
    said ?yes, definitely? and agreed to meet Zoe at the parlour that
    following morning. Dave didn?t sleep much that night; he kept
    thinking about Zoe and the work and couldn?t get Zoe?s face from his
    mind.

    The following morning Dave was up nice and early, he had his
    breakfast and waited until the tattoo parlour was open and within
    five minutes of it opening Dave was opening the door. As he entered
    Zoe smiled at him and Dave smiled back and said hello, as Dave
    walked towards her he noticed all the tattoo flash and then the
    photos of fresh tattooed customers. Dave?s attention was caught with
    how good the designs were and how realistic some of the tattooing
    was. Zoe saw him looking and said ?I?ll give you a tattoo if you
    like??, Dave smiled and said ?no thanks, but they are really good,
    did you do these?? Zoe smiled and said ?yes, plus a lot more?. As
    they chatted about the tattoo art, Dave started to realise that he
    was falling for her, he was listening to her but it was as if his
    ears weren?t working and all he could sense was her beauty, he
    stared at her face, her eyes, her lips, and her mouth. ?Dave, Dave,
    are you listening?? was all that he heard as Zoe reached out and
    touched his shoulder. Dave looked deep into her eyes and suddenly
    snapped out of the almost hypnotic state that he was in. ?What,
    sorry I was miles away?. Zoe smiled and asked if he could get
    started on the garden that day and gave him a set of keys to the
    side gate of her house and to the garden shed, Dave placed them into
    his pocket and started to study the art on the walls. ?These truly
    are amazing?, said Dave as he studied each one in turn and wondered
    how much they hurt and how long they took do.

    Dave had spent almost a week tidying up Zoe?s garden, it had been a
    mess and now it was quite nice, very tidy and looked 100% better
    than when he started. When Zoe returned late that Friday evening she
    phoned Dave and asked him to come over so that she could pay him.
    Dave was over in a shot and Zoe handed him a small packet of money,
    Dave was grateful, he finally had some money and then Zoe asked Dave
    if he would like to start decorating the house. Again Dave agreed
    and was given a key to the front door which he quickly put with the
    other keys.

    The following week Zoe instructed Dave on what and where to decorate
    along with the colours and styles, she even took him down to B&Q to
    collect all the items needed. Soon Dave had become a regular feature
    to Zoe?s home and they even started to go out for a drink together
    in the evenings. After finishing the kitchen and living room was
    instructed to start on the hallway. As the weeks passed Dave
    decorated the lower floor the stairs the landing and was now ready
    to start on the bedrooms. Dave had never intruded into any rooms
    that he hadn?t been instructed to go in and now it was time to do
    Zoe?s bedroom. He had thought of this moment for a long time, what
    was it like, was there a double bed or a single, what was the
    perfume like, Dave was intrigued but still he kept out until he was
    invited.

    Dave arrived early, it was a Thursday morning, and he was looking
    forward to seeing Zoe?s bedroom. As he was about to knock on the
    door, Zoe opened it and smiled and invited him in. Dave was shocked,
    Zoe only had a bra and knickers on, and she was tattooed. She had a
    great body, slim and fit. As Dave followed her inside he stared at
    the tattoo at the base of her spine, it was a colourful floral
    tattoo that gently curved around to the side of her hips and was
    about four inches high, it was very good but Dave had seen better on
    the walls of the tattoo parlour. Zoe also had a tattoo on top of her
    right arm, it went from her elbow up to her shoulder, and Dave knew
    it was a half sleeve. Again a very good tattoo, very colourful and
    finely detailed but still it wasn?t as good as what Zoe could do.
    Dave studied the tattoos as he followed Zoe to the kitchen and as
    she made him a cup of tea. Dave was turned on by the sight of an
    almost naked Zoe and by the art on her lower back and arm. As Zoe
    passed him the tea he noticed another dark tattoo, it was on her
    left breast, he couldn?t make out what it was because it was mostly
    covered by her bra, Dave?s eyes almost popped out. Zoe knew what she
    was doing, she had planned it, she had noticed Dave?s interest in
    her and his staring gazes, she was flattered, after all she was much
    older than him. She was a divorcee, she had been divorced for three
    and a half years and hadn?t been with a man for almost as long, and
    she was horny!

    ?Do you like what you see?? Zoe asked. Dave?s jaw dropped and Zoe
    just reached out and held his hand and led him up the stairs. Zoe
    opened the door and led Dave in, as he entered Dave didn?t look at
    the bedroom, he couldn?t, because his eyes were fixed on Zoe?s
    amazing body and amazing body art. Zoe turned and kissed Dave, first
    a gentle kiss on the lips and then a more passionate French kiss.
    Dave responded and soon Dave was naked on the bed, but for some
    reason Zoe kept her bra on. Dave was a virgin, he didn?t have much
    of a clue what to do and soon Zoe was taking control. Instead of the
    couple working together Zoe was taking control, and Dave he was
    laying on his back with Zoe holding his wrists down and was riding
    him. There was no kissing, no stroking or caressing, just
    straightforward sexual drive from Zoe. Dave didn?t take long to cum,
    but instead of Zoe stopping she reached to the drawer at the side if
    the bed and pulled out two pieces of rope and tied his wrists to the
    bed stead and then she went down on him. Dave couldn?t believe his
    luck, his cock was limp at first bus soon sprang to life but this
    time Dave lasted for over an hour. Zoe was insatiable; she looked at
    Dave and said that ?she had been waiting for this for weeks?. Dave
    didn?t have to do much, he just enjoyed the experience.

    When Zoe had finished she leant over Dave and kissed on the forehead
    and announced that she was going for a shower. Dave just lay there,
    he was still tied to the bed, he could feel the coolness of the air
    on his wet cock, he couldn?t get up, so he just lay there smiling,
    playing over and over the recent events in his mind. He just
    couldn?t believe his luck, the most beautiful woman he knew had just
    made love to him, no! she had, had sex with him, she had used him
    and he loved it. He just lay there smiling.

    Some time Zoe returned and asked if he wanted to be untied, Dave
    nodded, and Zoe slowly leant over and reached for his wrist and as
    she was undoing the knots Dave got sight of the tattoo on her left
    breast, it was a black and grey tattoo of a woman dressed in only
    tight leather bondage gear and a whip, leaning over another woman
    with a ball gag in her mouth, her arms tied behind her back and a
    posture collar. Dave was surprised and turned on at the same time.
    Did the tattoo have some hidden meaning; was she the dominant or the
    submissive in the tattoo? Zoe didn?t say much as she untied Dave,
    she smiled, leant over him and kissed him on the forehead again and
    patted his head as if was a pet being rewarded for doing something
    right. That day seemed to go so fast, Dave showered and got dressed,
    and they chatted. Zoe said that she had fancied him from the start,
    but it had been a while since her divorce and she wanted someone
    special. Special, Dave thought, ?she thinks I?m special?. They
    chatted, they ate, they went to the pictures and they had a great time.

    It had been three weeks since the bedroom encounter; they had
    similar routines since, each involving some kind of bondage always
    with Dave playing the sub. He had been tied up that many times, he
    was surprised that he didn?t have rope burns. Dave was slowly
    becoming to think being tied up was almost normal. Zoe had also
    started to make Dave eat her every time before sex; he could spend
    up to twenty minutes on her neatly waxed pussy before the full sex
    started. Things were going well and Zoe was pleased with the
    decorating process and eventually Dave was told what needed doing in
    the spare bedroom. It was the first time Dave had seen inside the
    room and because no one was using it, he didn?t have the same
    interest in it as he had with Zoe?s bedroom. As Dave entered the
    bedroom he was immediately startled by what he thought was someone
    at the side of the bedroom, within a second of being startled Dave
    realised that it was a mannequin, a female mannequin. As Dave
    focused on the mannequin he became aware that the brightly coloured
    clothes weren?t actually clothes, but were drawings of tattoos,
    tattoos that almost covered the entire body of the mannequin, the
    detail was fantastic, the colouring was awesome and the way they all
    blended into each other to make one entire scene instead of lots of
    tattoos just touching each other. From and including the feet all
    the way to the shoulders were coloured in only the hands, face, neck
    and breasts weren?t coloured in. The scenes were of brightly
    coloured birds, wildlife and flowers, they were fantastic. There was
    no sign of the black outlines that were normally used on tattooing,
    just beautifully coloured shading. This was truly a work of art,
    Dave was so struck with it that he got out his mobile phone and took
    a half a dozen pictures. Dave had been inspecting the mannequin for
    almost an hour and still hadn?t done any work when a strange thing
    happened, Dave placed his arm alongside the mannequins arm and tried
    to picture himself as the mannequin, he repeated the process with
    his legs, his torso, the back, and to Dave?s surprise he got horny,
    his prick was as hard as the first time he had been used by Zoe and
    he used it. He went to the bathroom, got some toilet paper and
    wanked himself until he exploded into the tissue, all the time
    picturing himself as being covered in art just like the mannequin.
    For some reason the decorating of this bedroom took almost twice as
    long as the larger rooms. Dave didn?t want to finish and would wank
    every time he was in the bedroom, each time picturing himself as the
    doll. Dave had almost finished the bedroom and as he walked to Zoe?s
    house he was wishing that he could start the room all over again, he
    knew that once the room was finished he would have no reason to see
    the mannequin, Dave was almost sad. As he arrived that Thursday
    morning, Zoe was waiting for him at the door, but instead of smiling
    at him and saying hello, she just left the door open and walked into
    the kitchen and Dave followed. As he reached the kitchen Zoe stood
    there with her back to Dave and said ?You have something to tell me
    don?t you!?, Dave said ?what?? and Zoe held up a piece of toilet
    tissue, she held it with the tips of her fingers and turned and
    looked at Dave, and as she stepped towards him she said ?I found
    this in the spare bedroom, it has your spunk all over it, why have
    you been wanking in the spare bedroom??. Dave was gobsmacked; he had
    been caught, what could he say? What could he do? Dave knew that he
    was in serious trouble and that if he said the wrong answer then he
    and Zoe would be over, Dave thought for a few seconds and then just
    bowed his head and said nothing. Zoe walked over to him, placed her
    finger under his chin and lifted his head, they were eye to eye and
    Zoe said ?Dave, if you don?t tell me what you have been doing and
    why, right now then you will be out of that door in a flash and will
    never see me again, do you understand?? and released his chin. Dave
    kept the eye contact and started to explain how since meeting Zoe he
    had become aroused by her tattoos and when he saw the mannequin and
    how beautiful it was he started to fantasize that he was the
    mannequin and he kept picturing himself covered with that beautiful
    art and every time he saw it he just couldn?t help himself. As Dave
    finished his explanation Zoe kept quiet for almost a minute and then
    said ?get undressed, now!? Dave hesitated and then undressed, he was
    starker?s in the kitchen and Zoe started to walk round him, slowly,
    studying his body, his shape, his posture and then after a short
    while she looked at Dave and said ?how far would you go to be the
    mannequin??. Dave thought about the mannequin, the beautiful art,
    the curves, the extremity of it all and Dave looked at Zoe and said
    ?as far as you want me to go!?. Zoe said ?the main problem is that
    you are a male and the doll is a female, I designed the art on the
    doll to fulfil my needs as an artist, and it has taken me three
    years to get to its present stage, it is still not finished, and I
    would not be prepared to change the design, would you give me a free
    hand to shape you as I want, to do whatever it takes, have a think
    because if you say yes then we shall start on a long and painful
    road to which there is no turning back. When we reach the end of
    that road we shall be more than lovers, we will be soul mates. And
    remember the doll has breasts!?

    Dave stood there realising that if he said yes then he would be
    saying yes to a full suit of ink and what did she mean ?the doll has
    breasts?, Dave looked at her and realised that there was no choice,
    he wanted the art, he wanted Zoe and if he said no then he would
    lose both, ?yes? said Dave, ?I want it all, do what you want, I am
    yours!?. And with that Zoe took Dave to the spare bedroom and they
    had the best bondage session ever, right in front of the tattooed
    mannequin standing guard over them, all the while Dave picturing
    himself being rode by Zoe whilst completely covered in ink. Two
    weeks later Dave moved in, but instead of sleeping with Zoe he was
    given the spare bedroom to share with the mannequin. Dave thought
    that this was a little strange but said nothing.

    They had talked about timetables for tattooing and the pain factor
    but Zoe hadn?t mentioned the breasts, Dave was pleased but concerned
    because there was still no tattooing. One day Dave asked Zoe why she
    hadn?t started the ink work and Zoe went quiet, and then said that
    she had been researching the different types of breast implants and
    that if they were to start the tattooing then Dave?s body must be
    ready for it. She didn?t want Dave to have implants but rather an
    new injectable material that absorbs liquid and slowly expands
    giving the most realistic breast shape and that the injection
    wouldn?t leave any scars and would only leave Dave with small pert
    breasts to start. She had found a plastic surgeon in America that
    had pioneered a new material that slowly absorbs body fluid and
    gently expands to the space available. Dave was dumbstruck, he was
    also relieved, the thought of breast implants was a major step, by
    soon realised that if he had injections then the result would be a
    lot smaller. Dave smiled and said ?okay, when?? Zoe smiled and gave
    him a hug and soon they were on their way to America. Dave was very
    apprehensive but also excited. He was actually pleased to be trying
    something so extravagant, so extreme. They awoke the following
    morning and made their way to the doctor?s surgery, Dave was
    recommended not allowed to have any breakfast and only water to
    drink. They sat in the doctor?s waiting room as the receptionist had
    instructed and after about fifteen minutes were told that they could
    now see the doctor. The doctor was a middle aged man, oriental and
    spoke extremely well English; he started by explaining that the
    material is called polypropylene and that it was sealed in a
    dissolvable coating that dissolved after about three weeks once in
    the body, and that the polypropylene was suspended in saline to ease
    the injection process. The placement of the material would be sub
    glandular, that way the most natural breast shape would develop. He
    also explained that following the procedure the breasts would
    actually shrink as the saline is absorbed by the body. Dave asked
    what size the breasts would grow to, and was told that this was a
    new material and they had only been using this for a few months, but
    this was the first time a man had received a treatment, so the
    outcome was completely unknown. The doctor also explained would
    happen in the injection process and the following weeks. Then he had
    Dave sign a few forms and Dave was lead into the adjoining room and
    was told to remove his top and lie on the table. Dave removed his
    Tee shirt and lay on the table, Zoe was standing as the side holding
    his hand. The doctor took some forceps, picked up some cotton balls
    and started to disinfect Dave?s chest, the disinfectant was a strong
    smelling clear liquid and then the doctor took a large syringe with
    a small needle on it and started to inject around Dave?s chest, just
    a little was injected at each spot and Dave knew that this was a
    local anaesthetic. As the doctor continued with his injections Zoe
    gripped Dave?s hand tighter and then the doctor left the room. After
    a few minutes he returned with two medium sized glass vials and Dave
    knew that this was the filler material. The vials were smaller than
    Dave expected but still large enough. The doctor got a new syringe
    with a very large diameter needle on it and sucked out the contents
    of the first vial, as he approached Dave?s chest the doctor removed
    the needle and placed a long thick tube onto the end of the syringe,
    the tube was clear plastic and about 6mm in diameter and then
    another very large diameter needle onto the end of the tube and
    depressed the syringe until a drop of the liquid emerged from the
    needle. The doctor the lay the syringe on the bed and gently pushed
    the needle onto Dave chest, just below his right nipple and about
    two inches in depth, Dave just lay there watching, his chest was
    numb. The doctor then repeated the process on his left nipple and
    then started to gently depress the left syringe, as he did Dave
    could tell that a lot of force was needed and he could very slightly
    see his breast area rise, the doctor stopped after just a little was
    injected and then started on the right side, again Dave saw his
    breast area rise and the doctor repeated this time and time again
    until all of the contents were injected into Dave?s chest. Dave
    watched in amazement as he saw his tiny breasts emerge, he couldn?t
    feel any discomfort but he could feel his skin stretch. As the
    doctor was working on Dave he said what he was doing and repeated
    what Dave should expect. He said that the filler was called
    polypropylene, a material that is nick named ?silly string? because
    it is made of the same material, and that it slowly absorbs liquid
    and slowly stretches the skin around the area. The doctor said that
    he was finished and placed a plaster over each needle hole and told
    Dave to lie down for a while until he was relaxed and felt ready to
    leave. Dave looked at his chest, all he had was tiny swelling and
    almost no sign of breasts at all, this confused Dave, why all the
    drama about implants, the flight over just to have such an extremely
    small alteration to his chest. What about the tattoo? Dave really
    was disappointed and confused. Dave slid hid Tee-shirt over his head
    and as it fell he looked as his chest, and sure enough you could see
    just a slight swelling, it looked as if he had a flattened golf ball
    under each nipple. On the way back Dave and Zoe talked and she
    explained that the injectable material absorbs bodily liquid and
    will soon start to expand and that when they get home she will start
    on his total makeover. Dave was pleased. On the way back to the
    hotel and every day until returned home he would subconsciously
    stroke his chest.

    The morning after they returned Zoe told Dave to shave his left leg
    up to the knee, Dave did this and was soon laying on the settee with
    Zoe applying a wrap around stencil to his calf and wrapping it round
    to the front, she then removed it and picked up the tattooing gun
    and started to follow the lines, except she didn?t use the black
    lining ink she used various colours and each line was extremely
    faint, only a slight line was left which you had to look closely to
    follow. The tattooing session lasted three hours and Dave?s left leg
    had a series of faint colourful lines permanently inked on it. The
    following day Zoe did his right leg up to the knee. Slowly Dave
    shaved different parts of his body and slowly the faint lines
    spread, soon his feet lower and upper legs were covered.

    It had been about a week after the breast injections when Zoe said
    to Dave ?I am going to mark you as my slave?? Dave just said ?how?,
    Zoe just looked at him and said ?if you are going to question
    everything I do then I am going to get pissed off, now are you
    willing to be marked as mine or not?? Dave was a little shocked! He
    thought and just said ?whatever you decide?. Zoe had Dave lay over
    the edge of the bed and placed a stencil on his left buttock and
    then another on his right buttock. She spent a few minutes making
    sure they were straight and dampened them; she waited a few seconds
    and removed them. After she removed the stencil she started to
    tattoo on his left cheek, it hurt like hell, he could feel the
    needle cutting into his cheek. It felt like a soldering iron was
    branding him, but it wasn?t. Zoe told Dave she was using black ink
    for the lining. After about an hour and a half she wiped his cheek
    and started on his right one, again after an hour and a half later
    she was finished. She cleaned the area and she covered the area in
    some sort of cream and then with cling film, which was taped down in
    place. Zoe then explained that when a tattoo is first done it is a
    wound, because the skin has suffered a trauma and as such it should
    be kept clean and sterile. She had given the tattoo a slight
    covering of preparation H to keep it sterile and moist, because if
    the tattoo dried out the colour would fade quicker and Dave could
    even lose colour. Tattoos should always be kept moist whilst healing
    and piercings should be kept dry. Dave asked what the tattoos were
    and why preparation H? He was told ?Sshh you?ll find out tomorrow,
    and the preparation H which is used on piles is a sterile
    anti-inflammatory cream which keeps the tattoo moist?. The following
    day Zoe removed the cling film and cleaned the area again. The
    outline was still un-scabbed so she could carry on with the tattoo
    and so she started to fill in the colour, the area was large, Dave
    could feel that each tattoo was at least 6 inch in diameter, but
    still did not know what the tattoos were. It took over five hours to
    complete both tattoos and when Zoe was finished she cleaned Dave?s
    arse and told him that he could now see the tattoos. Dave stood,
    twisted and could see a bright red, blue and black circle, Dave
    couldn?t make it out properly so he went upstairs to look in the
    large bedroom mirror. As he looked at his reflection he saw two
    large brightly coloured tattoos, they were huge, and actually about
    eight inches in diameter, they had almost identical tattoo as the
    one on Zoe?s breast except they were much larger, in colour and
    instead of two women they had a woman dominating a man, the man had
    huge breasts, tattoos on his arse like the ones Dave now sported, a
    posture collar. The outline of the face was there but hadn?t been
    coloured in. The circular gothic script that wrapped around each
    tattoo said ?PROPERTY OF MISTRESS ZOE?, with ?PROPERTY OF? at the
    top of the circle and ?MISTRESS ZOE? at the bottom. Each tattoo was
    identical except each tattoo had the scene on domination facing
    inwards to each other. Each tattoo had a red circle, then a blue
    circle and a black circle on the outer edge. Dave realised that he
    was now tattooed with two large identification labels proclaiming
    his slave status to Zoe. The following days were painful, he had
    trouble sitting down. He was swollen and the cling film slid on the
    preparation H, but soon the tattoos scabbed and healed and two weeks
    later Dave had to permanent badges of humiliation brightly tattooed
    and healed on his arse. Dave noticed that if his jeans slipped down
    just a little then the top of each arse tattoo was visible. This was
    intense, Dave couldn?t stop inspecting the tattoos, and he would go
    to his bedroom and stare at the ink on his arse through the mirror
    and the faint lines on his legs and imagine how he would look when
    it was finished, he even took photos on his phone so he could see
    how they looked to others. Two weeks later Zoe gave him a set of
    tight leather jeans to wear. As he put them on he noticed the two
    large circular cut-outs in the rear, he had large circular cut-outs
    where his slave tattoos were. As he pulled then up he liked the feel
    of the leather and as he buttoned the jeans he stroked his arse and
    felt the change from leather to skin and back to leather. They
    looked superb. Dave wore the trousers almost daily as he worked
    there and only removed them to leave the house.

    His breasts had shown little sign of change over the past two
    months, except his skin was a little tighter; again he would
    subconsciously stroke his chest. The faint outline tattooing
    sessions continued and the tightness of his developing breasts
    continued. Each night Dave would lie in bed and stroke his breasts
    with his hands whilst dreaming of having big breasts and gleaming
    tattoos covering his entire body.

    Dave now had his feet entire legs and back tattooed with the fine
    lines and for the first time Zoe started on his arms. He had
    undergone some painful sessions and was looking forward for the
    outlines to be finished so Zoe could start the colouring in. Slowly
    his arms were covered down to the wrists, up above his shoulders and
    forming a semi circle at the back of his neck and soon Zoe was
    finishing of his back. Zoe announced late one evening that the
    lining was done and next came the best part; she was going to tattoo
    his genitals. This took over three months to complete because every
    time Zoe started tattooing the swelling of the tissue would stop
    her. She had to work quickly and move from area to area. Where ever
    a scab formed she had to allow it to heal before she could start
    tattooing again. The tattooing of his most intimate parts wasn?t
    that painful but due to the time it took for the scabs to heal
    Dave?s cock looked a little like a patch work quilt. Slowly but
    surely she tattooed Dave?s balls red, bright red, his prick was
    tattooed black and the last most painful thing that was tattooed has
    the head of his prick, this was tattooed bright red as well. Whilst
    she tattooed Dave?s dome Zoe had to tie him down because this was
    agony. When she first tried Dave would writhe around in agony and
    couldn?t keep still, Zoe tattooed all of the dome even right down to
    bottom edge of the rim which was pure agony. The fact that Dave
    wasn?t circumcised allowed the tattoo to keep moist and heal better.
    After she had finished Dave noticed that when he pulled his foreskin
    back because of the moisture the tattoo looked shinny. Shortly after
    Zoe announced that she was going to colour Dave in. The only areas
    not covered in tattoo lines were Dave?s head, face neck, hands,
    underside of feet and his chest and breast area, this confused Dave,
    why wasn?t his little breasts going to be coloured in? He asked Zoe
    about the bare breasts and Zoe explained that if she tattooed them
    now and they grow, then whatever design she puts on will be
    distorted by the stretching.

    The ?colouring in? started at his right wrist, the colour was
    outstanding and the plan was that all of the tattooing was to be
    done at the parlour. During the first session Dave sat back and saw
    colour cover the underside and top of his wrist. The tattoo was of a
    floral nature with wildlife appearing randomly. The tattoo crept
    past the edge of his wrist and slightly onto his hand and Dave knew
    that even with a long sleeve the tattoo would be easily seen. The
    tattooing was painful, but Dave had slowly built up his pain
    tolerance. That night Dave lay in bed, alone, and held up his arm,
    twisting it, bending it and gazing upon its beauty. The wrist was
    also covered in the cream and cling film. Dave started to fantasise
    about his future, how he would end up and sure enough the tattooed
    wrist found its way back to his tight little breasts, and as Dave
    stroked his breasts with his right hand he couldn?t help but
    masturbate with his left hand.

    Long tattoo sessions would take place twice a week lasting from two
    hours up to four hours. It was a lot more painful than the lining,
    but the results were amazing, not a square millimetre was being left
    uncovered, only little gaps from where each session ended and the
    next started, Dave knew that these would be coloured in later.
    Everywhere that was tattooed was bright, colourful and extremely
    realistic. Certain places were more painful than others; he noticed
    that the closer to the bone the needle got, the more pain there was.
    Slowly the tattooing grew and eventually reached his shoulder. Dave
    then had large sun flowers on each shoulder, chrysanthemums down his
    sides and ivy was climbing all around his back and sides. The root
    of the ivy started right at the top of his arse and seemed to be
    growing from there. Tiny bees and colourful butterflies decorated
    his arms along with hundreds on flowers, trees and wildlife. The
    tattoos were extremely feminine in type but set each other off
    perfectly.

    Zoe started to notice Dave?s breasts were growing faster and told
    him that he had to start wearing a bra, Dave was shocked, he didn?t
    want a bra, but because his ?new master? Zoe, had said it he knew he
    must have one. Zoe called David to the living room and had him sit
    down, David I have never explained my fantasy to you and now is not
    the time, but today I have plans for you. You must remember that
    whatever is planned and takes place, you must not argue or try to
    hide the changes, you must embrace them and get used to them because
    they will be you from now on. Dave was again silent; he looked at
    her and said ?whatever you want?. Zoe then told him to get changed
    and to wear a Tee-shirt.

    Later that day, Zoe told Dave they were going shopping and that they
    weren?t using the car but the bus. As Dave and Zoe got on the bus
    Dave could feel the stares off people looking at his brightly
    coloured arms and slightly bulging breast, Dave for some reason
    wasn?t bothered as much as he thought he would be and actually began
    to like the attention. Zoe took Dave to their local Debenhams store;
    Dave had his Tee shirt on tightly tucked in which made his breasts
    bulge out even more. His tattooed arms standing out brightly
    coloured and as they browsed the lingerie an assistant approached
    Zoe asked if there was anything she could help with. Zoe looked at
    her and said yes, she was looking for a bra measuring, the assistant
    said she could do it and asked Zoe to follow her, but Zoe said that
    it was not for her but for Dave. The assistant looked shocked and
    went bright red and stuttered ?eerrr?, and looked Dave up and down
    and then said ?th-then follow me then? and led Dave to a cubicle and
    Dave removed his Tee-shirt. The assistants jaw dropped when she saw
    his small but well shaped breasts and all the tattooing that
    decorated his arms shoulders and back, ?why, this is beautiful? said
    the assistant, ?can I get my friend? Please?? this amused Dave a
    little, because he wasn?t expecting the reaction and simply said
    ?okay?. Soon there were three women assistants looking at Dave and
    all were shocked at his breasts and amazed at the quality of the
    tattooing. As Dave left the store he had purchased three B cup bras,
    and was wearing one of them as he left. It made his breasts stick
    out more and he looked like an underdeveloped girl. Dave was really
    self conscience about his breasts but when he looked at Zoe he
    realised that he had no choice, and for the second time that day he
    began to like the attention.

    Zoe, Dave took Dave to a nail salon next and had Dave take a seat. A
    lady came over and asked what would Zoe like, and Zoe explained that
    she would like Dave to have a full set of acrylics with red tips,
    and she wanted them long. Dave was shocked; Zoe hadn?t mentioned
    this at all. The lady said ?if that?s what you want, then I suppose
    it?s okay? and gave Dave a puzzled look, and led Dave to a table and
    started on his nails. As she was doing them she asked Dave why he
    wanted his nails done. Dave hesitated and said he needed the nails
    because he is on a journey. The nail technician looked at him, and
    then looked at his breasts and then his arms. She was silent at
    first and then said ?I see what you mean!? and the ?I shall give you
    a really long nice set!?, and that she did. Three quarters of an
    hour later Dave left the salon with a set of long shinny clear nails
    with glossy bright red tips, they really stood out and Dave thought
    about putting them in his pockets and decided that he had little say
    in the matter so he just let his fingers hang down as he walked.
    Dave was expecting to go home but Zoe took him to a ladies hair
    salon and went to the counter and explained that she had an
    appointment and was slightly early. One assistant made Zoe and Dave
    a drink, and they sat and chatted. Ten minutes later a lady
    hairdresser asked Dave to follow her and led Dave to a chair, there
    she placed a towel around his neck and tucked it in on itself. Then
    she instructed Dave to lean back and as he did, she spun the chair
    round and seconds later he was having his hair washed. The lady blew
    dry the hair until it was still a little damp, then she combed it
    and started to trim it, she shaped it into a sort of an angle that
    pointed forward and downhill. The lady asked Dave if he liked it and
    he said that ?it is different? and the lady said that it was an
    inverted bob cut. After she was finished she dried Dave?s hair and
    rubbed Vaseline over his ears and around the edge of his hairline
    and then started mixing some lotions and then carefully painted the
    entire area of Dave?s head, section by section. She then placed a
    polythene bag over his head and asked him if he wanted a drink of
    tea or coffee? Dave declined. A short time later the lady returned
    and removed the bag and washed Dave?s hair thoroughly and once again
    dried it. As he sat up he saw that his hair had been dyed a rich
    red, not bright light red but slightly darker red and definitely
    more vibrant. It really stood out! For some reason Dave was taking
    everything that was being thrown at him, he knew he would never be
    the same old Dave again and whatever Zoe wanted, Zoe got.

    The bus ride home was interesting, as he got on Zoe asked him to pay
    the fares, Dave was stuck, he struggled to get his hands into his
    pocket to get the change, because of his new long nails and when he
    finally got the change out, he felt the driver and all the
    passengers staring at him, he just smiled at himself. He had trouble
    picking up the coins and had to use the pads of his fingers rather
    than the tips. Eventually he figured out he hadn?t got the right
    change and paid forty pence too much, as he dropped the coin he
    looked at the driver and said ?keep the change?, this made Zoe smile.

    Dave realised that if he had only had either his breasts done, his
    nails done or his hair dine on its own, then it would have stood out
    on its own, almost as a small sign of rebellion, but the combined
    effort of all the changes said so much more about the person.

    When they got home Zoe said to Dave that he had been extremely well
    behaved and because of this they were going to try something new,
    and she then told Dave to ?get upstairs and strip?, so Dave like a
    good little slave did as he was told. As he stripped he saw himself
    in the mirror and the sight of his vibrant red hair, his lovely long
    red tipped nails and all the tattooing turned him on and he was
    almost instantly Hard. The tattooed circular slave markings stood
    out, Dave slowly began to reason why the face and other parts of the
    tattoos hadn?t been coloured in, and Zoe hadn?t finished her
    makeover. The last item to be removed was the bra; Dave had trouble
    with this because of his nails, but eventually got it off. As Zoe
    entered the room Dave was laying on the bed, caressing his own
    breasts whilst his prick stood to attention. Zoe smiled to herself,
    she knew that she had him hook line and sinker, no matter what she
    ever wanted to do, Dave could not argue because he was totally under
    her control. Zoe asked Dave to sit up and as he did Zoe placed
    something around his neck and began to tighten it. Dave wasn?t sure
    at first and then he realised that it was a posture collar. As Zoe
    tightened it Dave felt his head being forced up and backwards until
    he was looking at the ceiling. Once this was in place Zoe started to
    put elbow length gloves onto Dave?s arms and told him to stand. Once
    up, Zoe tightened the gloves with long laces that ran from the wrist
    to the elbow. She then tool two cords and tied them to a D ring at
    the back of the posture collar and then to two more small D rings,
    one each at the elbow part of the gloves, and began to tighten and
    shorten the cords. This had the effect of pulling Dave?s arms up
    high into the air behind his back, this hurt a lot but Dave was used
    to pain and soon started enjoying the experience. Zoe then walked
    out of the bedroom and told Dave that she would be back soon and she
    had a surprise for him. Dave?s back was killing him as Zoe returned.
    She was not alone, Dave could see a figure from out of his
    peripheral vision, it looked like a lady. Zoe announced that Mandy
    was there and she was going to give Dave some interesting jewellery.
    Dave knew Mandy, she was the piercer from the tattoo parlour. First
    Mandy bent down in front of Dave and picked up his now flaccid penis
    and Dave felt some skin being pulled back and then his head was
    being squeezed by something cold, a few seconds later Dave had an
    almighty pain shoot right through the head if his penis, he tried to
    yell but the collar made it almost impossible, he them felt the
    jewellery being pushed through and what he assumed was something
    being screwed on. Dave then felt something being pushed inside his
    piss hole and then again a sharp pain and once again felt something
    being placed through the hole. Both piercings were bleeding like
    hell, Zoe had to hold a cloth to his penis head whilst Mandy turned
    her attention to Dave?s ears. One by one Dave felt needles being
    pushed through until he had three piercings in each ear, close to
    the bottom, on and next to his ear lobes; next Mandy placed little
    bars into the ears and again tightened little balls onto them. Once
    Mandy was finished she measured the hole centres of Dave?s new
    piercings, made a note then packed up and went. Zoe spent over half
    an hour holding a towel to Dave?s bleeding cock. Eventually Zoe
    helped Dave lie onto his side of the bed and still with his arms
    tightly pulled upwards and still the posture collar pushing his head
    upwards. Zoe started to explain that Dave now had got an ampallang,
    and a prince Albert. A what? Dave asked. An ampallang, a piercing
    that goes from left to right, all the way through the head and a
    prince Albert, it goes through the urethra and sticks out the front.
    The prince Albert piercing will heal up quite quickly and the
    ampallang will take much longer, which is a pity because I have
    plans for them. Later that day Dave was untied and allowed to see
    his piercings, as he pulled his tattooed black foreskin back, he saw
    his shinny red head gleaming as him and it had little gold balls on
    the sides. As he twisted the head he saw a little ring hanging out
    of the front and enter his cock much lower down. The piercings were
    sore, but Dave liked them. The ampallang piercing bar was much wider
    than his flaccid head and Dave realised that this was to allow room
    as he got an erection. The Prince Albert piercing healed quite
    quickly, about six weeks, but the ampallang took longer and the fact
    that the bar was much wider than his soft penis made it
    uncomfortable at first but again became quite accustomed to it. Dave
    now had to sit to pee, because if he stood, the urine would dribble
    off his metalwork down onto his leg and make it look as if he had
    pissed himself.

    The tattooing continued and his breasts had now started to spurt,
    His ears had stopped throbbing and he had slowly gone from a B cup
    and was having trouble fitting into the bras. Dave complained to Zoe
    and she told him to go to the Debenhams store and buy himself two
    new bras, ?only two? Dave asked and Zoe said that there was no point
    buying more because he had started to grow so fast. Dave did as
    instructed, he had no problem travelling on his own, he had long got
    used the stares and the attention, the whispers and the abuse. Again
    at Debenhams he had the star treatment and soon was leaving with the
    two bras and again had his nails unfilled. Life was good, Dave was
    almost constantly aroused by his modifications and piercings and
    Dave was happy.

    The piercings continued and soon he had over fifteen little rings in
    each ear, when his middle to upper ear was pierced Dave could have
    cried, the pain of the cartilage being pierced was agony.

    It had been ten weeks since his piercing ceremony and once again
    Dave was tied to the bed with his arms outstretched and his legs
    apart and again posture collar on. Zoe returned with Mandy and Mandy
    soon was playing with Dave?s cock, carefully she removed the
    piercings and then picked up a long thick stainless steel bar,
    covered it with a gel and started to ram it down Dave?s urethra,
    Dave tried to keep calm, but it was very painful. Mandy pushed,
    twisted, pushed and twisted some more, each time forcing it down a
    little more each time, until Dave felt it at the base of his cock
    and there was a popping noise and Dave felt it slide in some more.
    Mandy then said ?there, that was the hard part?, and then carefully
    twisted it slightly and then screwed in two separate posts on the
    sides and another below. Next Mandy picked up what looked like a
    ball bearing with a protruding thread on it and screwed it onto the
    end of the bar now firmly fixed into Dave?s cock. As Mandy loosed it
    Dave felt his cock try to drop but stopped as the bar inside kept it
    pointing upward very slightly. Mandy once again packed and left and
    Zoe sat next to Dave and explained that he now had a prince?s wand
    and that he was to wear it from now on. Every time he wanted to pee
    or cum he would have to unscrew the ball to allow the fluid out.
    Dave was release three hours later, and as he stood Zoe gave him
    permission to inspect his new fixture. Dave looked down at his cock
    and saw that it was small and had a large ball bearing stuck on the
    end. He grabbed his black shaft, his long red tipped nails stood out
    against the black background and carefully peeled his skin back, as
    he did he felt the steel rod deep inside him and as he finally saw
    the piercing and how it was attached he realised that it was there
    to stay. It was heavy and he felt it as he walked and had to be
    careful as he sat, he also had to lean forward because the long
    steel rod down his shaft made his prick stick at a slightly funny
    angle. Dave had to be careful how he sat, how he moved because of
    the way the steel bar would move inside him. When he sat up he had
    to almost get up sideways, with a twist because his steel bar would
    stick into something inside him and cause pain. When he first had
    the stainless bar inserted his prick felt like it was on fire
    inside, but after a couple of days it settled and there was little
    discomfort.

    Dave studied himself in the mirror, he was naked, his legs now
    completely tattooed, his belly, back, arms and shoulders the same.
    The badges on his arse forever yelling at the world how submissive
    he was, and his limp cock now still limp but with a solid core. His
    ears rimmed with little rings and his flaming red hair. Dave studied
    himself, he knew there was never any going back; the only options
    were to stop where he was or allow Zoe to fulfil her fantasy, Dave
    knew there was no option, he was Zoe?s slave and whatever she wanted
    she could have. Dave went downstairs to see Zoe and asked if they
    could talk, Zoe agreed and Dave knelt in front of her and asked what
    was next and what the final target was. Zoe smiled and told Dave
    that the basic tattooing was almost finished and that the next
    tattooing was to be his neck, then his head and then his face. As
    for what was to be tattooed was to be a surprise.

    It was three in the afternoon when the phone rang, it was Zoe and
    she gave Dave instructions to go to a place in the city centre and
    find a beauty salon called ?beauty within?, and ask for Sarah as she
    was expecting him. His appointment was for four thirty and he
    mustn?t be late. At four fifteen Dave entered the shop, he was
    greeted with ?oh, you must be Dave, You?re early, can you please
    read and sign these forms at the places indicated?, and she gave him
    some forms. They were consent forms. Dave signed them without
    reading them, and as he was doing so he looked up, and saw that
    every lady in the salon was stareing at him. Dave said nothing, he
    just looked back at them and smiled, they all quickly turned their
    heads and looked away. It didn?t bother Dave, he was well used to
    it. Dave was still a little confused about what was going to happen.
    Another lady walked up to him and introduced herself as Sarah and
    asked him to follow her, he was led into a separate room and asked
    to take a seat. Sarah asked if he wanted a drink whilst he waited
    but Dave declined. She explained that Zoe had explained what was
    wanted and she applied a local anaesthetic to Dave?s Lips. While the
    anaesthetic took time to work Sarah said that she was going to be
    using something called Aquamid, it is a polyacrylamide based
    compound that is completely hyperallegic, and worked by absorbing
    natural body fluid. She was going to augment Daves lips whilst
    maintaining their natural shape. Once it was done it would lbe
    permanent. There would be localised swelling for about a week and a
    half and then the new shape would be there. Dave would have to
    return in four weeks to see whether anymore Aquamid was needed.
    About fifteen minutes later Sarah picked up a syringe and a vial and
    sucked the contents into the syringe. The needle looked a little
    bent and Dave told her about it but she explained that it was that
    shape to enable easy access to the vermillion canal. ?Vermillion
    canal? Dave asked, yes said Sarah there is a slight tube like route
    that follows the contours of the lips called the vermillion canal
    and that is where the Aquamid will be placed. Then she tilted Daves
    head back and pushed the needle into Daves top lip about half way
    from the cupids bow to the corner and Dave felt the slight pain as
    she started to pump the contents of the syringe into his lip, as she
    injected she also withdrew the needle so as to spread the Aquamid
    into a line. She again injected him at the corner of his mouth and
    again slowly injected the solution into Dave lip as she swowlly
    withdrew the needle. When the needle was out she gently squeezed
    Daves lip so as to make sure the Aquamid followed contours evenly.
    She repeated this on the left side and also along the bottom line.
    Next she pushed the needle vertically straight up from the tip of
    the cupids and injected. This time she withdrew much slower and Dave
    could feel the Aquamid being forced in, Sarah then injected the
    other tip of the cupids bow. As she was injecting them she told Dave
    that this part was called ?Paris lip? and that it meant to create
    two vertical lines from the tip of the cupids bow up to the base of
    the nose. Next she started to inject Dave bottom lip, but instead if
    on the vermillion border Sarah was injecting at the inner part of
    the lip, where it would touch Dave?s teeth. She explained that this
    would force Dave?s bottom lip outwards and down a little and
    accentuate his lips ever further. ?You know Dave, I normally only
    use one vial on a lady?s mouth or even one and a half vials if she
    wants larger lips but you have just had three. They look large now
    but wait until the swelling goes down and I think you will be
    pleased. And she wiped Dave?s mouth and said not to worry about the
    payment because Zoe had already settled up. And at that she gave
    Dave a tissue and a mirror, and as Dave looked in the mirror he was
    shocked, he had the most almighty lips he had ever seen, they were
    already swelling and Dave knew they were big, it looked as though a
    shire horse had kicked him in the mouth. Dave said goodbye and left.
    Dave?s lips felt tight, even with the topical anaesthetic he could
    still feel the pressure. When he got home he wasted no time placing
    a cloth of ice to his lips to try and reduce the swelling but his
    lips were huge. Zoe came through the front door and called him, when
    he got to Zoe his lips had started to settle a bit, but were still
    swollen, Zoe looked at him and said that they were nice but would
    look better after they were finished in a month?s time. This threw
    Dave because he knew Zoe wouldn?t finish until she got exactly what
    she wanted. Sarah was right of course, after a week and a half the
    swelling had gone and his lips had settled and he now had large
    perfectly shaped lips, with an exaggerated high cupid?s bow, a bee
    stung bottom lip and two vertical lines that stuck out every time he
    moved his mouth to speak. Sarah had done a real good job on him. It
    had been four and a half weeks since his last visit and now Dave was
    sitting in the chair with Sarah carefully inspecting her work, ?I
    did a very good job here? said Sarah and applied some topical
    anaesthetic and waited. Soon she was pumping away into Dave lips and
    again gently squeezing the Aquamid into shape. Sarah said that Zoe
    had asked her to inject at least another two vials into his lips and
    get them to the most extreme possible, but she thought half of one
    was more than enough, Dave looked at her and said ?if Zoe wants at
    least two, then I want the same!? Sarah hesitated for a while and
    just said ?whatever?, and slowly continued the pumping of Dave?s
    lips. This time when she was finished she looked at Dave and said
    ?well you have got what you wanted?, and gave Dave a cloth and held
    up a mirror. His lips were massive; they still had shape but were
    fucking huge. Dave showed no emotion as he left, he just said Thank
    you? and walked towards the door, and just before he reached the
    door Sarah said, ?see you in two years?. And Dave realised that he
    was stuck with a ducks bill for the next two years at least. Zoe
    asked how much was injected and Dave told her what had happened and
    Zoe was pleased. She gave Dave a kiss on his lips but he couldn?t
    feel it. Dave stared at his lips, and realised that they truly were
    the largest lips he had ever seen. They were beyond big; they were
    excessive to a point of almost unbelief.

    It took nearly two months for his lips to settle. At first he
    couldn?t talk properly, he would dribble when drinking and suffered
    in general, but when they did settle down, Dave was actually pleased
    with the size and shape. They were like the rest of his appearance,
    completely over the top and excessive.

    It was late on a Friday evening when Zoe came home, she always had a
    long session at the tattoo parlour on Fridays, people were paid and
    had the cash to spend, so she obliged. As she came in Dave greeted
    her with a cup of tea and said he would make her something to eat,
    but Zoe said ?NO, Dave go upstairs and shave your head, all of it,
    if you come down with a single hair on your head including eyebrows,
    any stubble at all, I shall punish you!, now go!? Dave was shocked
    but quickly put the tea down and went upstairs and turned the shower
    on, as he stripped he pictured himself with a bald head, he didn?t
    like the idea. As he stood there in the shower he got the shower
    head and wet his hair, he then got some shampoo and lathered his
    hair and then picked up the razor and started shaving. At first he
    shaved his side burns off then shaved the back of his neck and
    slowly up the back of his head over the top and finally the red
    strands were all gone. Dave then got the shaving cream and lathered
    his head and repeated the shaving again until there wasn?t and
    stubble or single hair left. He then put the shaving foam on his
    eyebrows and with a few careful swipes he was bald completely. Dave
    had very little facial hair, but soon his head was smooth all over.
    Dave looked at his feet, there was water up to his ankles due to the
    hair blocking the plug hole and there was long red hairs floating in
    the water. Dave stepped out of the shower. Dave dried himself and
    dressed, but before he went downstairs he had one last look at
    himself, so he could remember how he once. Downstairs, Zoe was
    waiting for him. She had the tattoo equipment already set out and
    had a stencil, she told Dave to sit on the chair, as he did she
    placed a stencil around his neck and wet it, to transfer the pattern
    onto his skin. Gently Zoe patted the skin dry and picked up her
    outlining machine, dipped it into the ink and thrust the needle at
    Dave?s throat; she started tattooing near the collar bone at the
    front left side. Dave was in pain, it was a pain he had never felt
    before, for some reason he couldn?t tell exactly where the tatting
    was, the pain seemed to fool his senses. Slowly but surely, Zoe
    worked up and around his neck, repeatedly wiping, dipping and
    tattooing until she was happy the outline was complete. She had
    tattooed from the collar bone up under the chin all the way round
    his neck. Dave knew that this was the first real visible tattoo that
    he had because if he wore clothes then all of his other tattoos
    would be covered. Zoe then picked up a shading needle, attached it
    to the gun and started tattooing. The hours went by and it was after
    midnight when she was finished. She stood back, smiled wiped his
    neck and wrapped it. She then stood there, pulled her jeans down,
    then her knickers and told Dave to eat her. Dave was busy licking
    and sucking for over thirty minutes until Zoe seemed to shiver and
    then Told Dave to het to bed. As Dave walked upstairs Zoe told him
    to get in her bed, Dave was pleased, he got in her bed and for the
    first time since he had met Zoe she let him get on top. As Dave was
    working away when Zoe reached up and felt his breasts, played and
    gently sucked them. Dave had little sensation, but the thought of
    Zoe paying him so much close attention excited him, but still he
    lasted and lasted, until he finally exploded in the largest most
    sensitive orgasm he had ever had. As he lay there arm in arm with
    Zoe she started to stroke his bald head and said tomorrow we start
    on the head! Dave was sore, his neck hurt, he had a large area
    tattooed and his mind was running away with what Zoe was going to
    tattoo on his head, and what had she tattooed on his neck? Dave had
    very little sleep that night.

    The following Day Zoe instructed Dave to shower, and as Dave remover
    the film he saw the tattoo, it was huge and very realistic, it was a
    posture collar, big, bold, controlling and very visible. It was
    tattooed as to look like a tie up one, with the straps at back
    tattooed in black and at the front was the seams of the collar as if
    it had been sewn together. The collar itself was tattooed a reddish,
    brownish colour as if to mimic a leather one. Dave lifted his head
    and held another mirror high up and he saw his reflection, with his
    head held back he really did look as if he had a posture collar on.
    He touched the new stain, it felt tacky, it was still raw, it hadn?t
    had chance to scab.

    Dave went to Zoe and once again she was waiting with a stencil. Dave
    sat down and endured about only an hour and a half tattooing direct
    on his head, the tattoo was done from the nape of his neck, up and
    then to the sides just above his ears to the front, all was just
    within the hairline. Once Zoe was finished she covered his head in
    cream and once again applied the cream and cling film. She told Dave
    that he would see it when she was finished. The following day the
    tattooing continued, the cream had stopped any scabs forming so Zoe
    could have a good day. She started at 11am and with only fifteen
    minutes break she tattooed through till 3.30pm. Dave was numb, his
    head was killing him, his neck still hurt and he hadn?t a clue what
    was being forever emblazoned on his head.

    Zoe placed the gun down for the last time, she cleaned and wiped for
    the last time for that day, again she rubbed the cream onto his head
    and placed the film over the area again and told Dave that after
    tomorrow he could have a break. ?Tomorrow?, ?again? Dave thought.
    How far would she go, how far could she go? Dave knew that most of
    his skull was tattooed with something, but could he take anymore of
    this? He soon found out, for some reason as soon as his sore head
    hit the pillow he was fast asleep. When he awoke, he dresses and
    went downstairs and a big breakfast was waiting for him, Zoe had
    actually cooked for him. Dave ate and instead of showering Zoe had
    him sit and cleaned his head and started tattooing, except this time
    it was different, he could feel that Zoe was only using a shading
    needle. The sensation was something that Dave had become accustomed
    to. Zoe started at the side above Dave?s left ear, she worked
    quickly, she filled in and fell down following the contours, Dave
    knew that the tattooing was now well outside of the hairline. The
    session continued backwards towards the nape of his neck, around the
    other side and ended going full circle round his brow and temples
    until it reached the starting point. The tattoo felt as though it
    was about nearly an inch below his hair. The temple area was agony
    but Dave sat silent. As Zoe worked away and reached the starting
    point Dave thought that the tattooing was over but he was wrong,
    just as he thought Zoe was going to stop she started tattooing
    around the back of his ear. Dave wanted it to stop but said nothing,
    it was agony, he felt like crying but he didn?t. Zoe was tattooing
    directly onto skin that had cartilage beneath it and he knew it. As
    Zoe reached the rim of his ears the pain got worse, Dave almost
    asked for relief, but just at the point when he was going to ask,
    Zoe stopped. An almighty feeling of relief overcame Dave, only for
    the pain to start all over again on his other ear. Eventually Zoe
    had finished the area and again Dave was creamed and wrapped. That
    day went slow, Dave was curious and he was horny, but no sex. The
    following morning Dave was allowed to remove the cling film and as
    he did he saw that he had a large very bright white band tattooed
    around his head and on top was a tattoo of what looked like two
    lesbian bondage lovers in a full sex scene, except one had a big
    cock. It was Dave and Zoe. The tattoo was only in black and grey, it
    was dark but the detail was superb, and the white tattoo that
    surrounded it made the tattoo stand out even more. The white tattoo
    was brighter than anything he had seen before and he asked Zoe why
    it was so bright, Zoe explained that normal white tattoo was made of
    90 to 95% titanium dioxide as standard, but this ink was 100%
    titanium dioxide with only a slight liquid additive to allow the ink
    to hold to the needle. This meant that the colour was a lot brighter
    and there was a lot more pigment transferral, so as a result of the
    extra ink beneath the skin the result was a brighter more vibrant
    colour that wouldn?t fade and would stay as bright as the day it was
    put in. Dave studied the bright white, it was like the teeth of
    someone who had, had teeth whitening done to an extreme level. That
    night Dave didn?t sleep well he was too saw to settle, however he
    moved his head he had discomfort.

    Zoe allowed the tattoo a month to heal, and slowly Dave?s hair
    started to grow back, he had fine stubble to start, and as it did
    the hair in places tried to lift off the stubborn tattoo scabs, it
    made his head really itchy. Dave was now nearly entirely covered in
    ink, he loved it, he felt good, he felt wanted and he felt special.
    Dave could be in any room in the country with any collection of
    way-out people and he would still stand out.

    It was a nice August evening, Dave?s hair was about an inch long, it
    had been bleached platinum blonde and the tattoo was clearly visible
    through his hair. His hair looked odd because of the bright white
    band tattooed around the edge.

    Zoe sat Dave down and asked Dave if he was ready for the next stage,
    Dave looked at her and without asking what it was answered ?yes?.

    Zoe had noticed quite an increase in the speed that Daves breasts
    were growing and so sent Dave for a bra fitting except this time it
    wasn?t Debenhams; it was a new store on the high street. Dave used
    the bus for transport, he had the usual stares but as usual he loved
    the attention. As he walked in to the store he started to browse the
    lingerie and was approached by a middle aged assistant, who asked if
    she could help. She gave Dave a little frown as he turned to her,
    but Dave wasn?t bothered, he explained that he wanted a fitting for
    a new bra because his old one was way too small. The lady hesitated
    and then took Dave to a separate room and asked him to remove his
    top and bra. As he did Dave watched her Jaw drop, Dave was tattooed
    head, neck, arms, shoulders and beneath his breasts. She stood there
    silent, and then reached out as if to touch his breasts, they were
    large, but she held back and composed herself. She carefully
    measured Dave and said that his left breast was a D cup, but the
    right was slightly larger and almost a double D cup. This surprised
    Dave, and he wondered why the breasts were different sizes. Dave
    eventually left the shop with two double D bras. At home he told Zoe
    about the difference in size and she explained that the
    Polypropylene or silly string implants, absorbed fluid, and if they
    absorbed fluid at a different rate then one breast would be larger
    than the other and the only way to reduce this was with a syringe
    and needle. Zoe phones Mandy and explained the situation and within
    twenty minutes Mandy was about to push a needle into Dave?s right
    breast. There was no anaesthetic, no bondage restraints. Dave felt
    the needle go in, as he watched he saw the needle go in a good inch,
    and he watched as Mandy drew off two syringe full of murky slightly
    bloody liquid. Mandy and Zoe examined his breasts and were happy
    that they were the same size and Mandy left.

    Dave asked about the bras being double D cup and him only being a D
    cup but Zoe told him to shush and not to worry because he would soon
    fill the bra. Dave started to wonder just how large his breasts
    would grow. It had got to a stage that if Dave wore no bra then his
    back would ache slightly, and when he was in bed he could feel the
    weight on his chest. Because the skin was always tight on his
    breasts because of the constant growth , his breasts were always
    firm and there was no sagging. He had to lay on his back when he was
    in bed because he found laying on his side or front too uncomfortable.

    Zoe had Dave sit down; she carefully removed all of his ear rings
    and carefully started the very painful process of tattooing all the
    skin on the outside of his ears bright white, just like the band
    that wrapped around his face and what was already on the back of his
    ears. This was the most painful tattooing yet. It lasted two days,
    Dave could only stand one ear being tattooed in a day. When Zoe was
    tattooing his ears, Dave could feel the intense vibration shaking
    his ear drums. The following week Zoe announced that she had booked
    four days of work so she could concentrate on Dave. First she
    carefully took a fine felt pen and drew lines on and around Dave?s
    eyes, and then began to tattoo on his eyelids. She worked quickly
    because of the swelling and she worked upwards, Zoe stretched the
    eyelid as she dragged the needle over and over the lid. Carefully
    she continued working upwards until she was tattooing where Dave?s
    eyebrows used to be. Eventually Dave?s entire left eyelid was
    coloured, then Zoe seemed to tattoo to the left of the eye as of
    extending what she had just tattooed. Dave knew she had changed the
    colour because of the delay in tattooing. She changed colour a
    couple of times but it was mainly a blending needle that she used.
    Next she started on Dave?s right eye, tattooing the same as the
    left, even the shading outside the eyelid was the same. Next she
    started to tattoo over Dave?s forehead, he still couldn?t see what,
    because his eyes were badly swollen and he had instructions to keep
    them closed. Zoe was shading in again; carefully she finished
    coloured the brow area, working down to the area where the eyebrows
    had been and where it met the eyelid tattoo. Dave had felt Zoe draw
    on his head what felt like a high up pattern with the felt pen but
    didn?t know what it was. But this area had been left un-tattooed;
    Dave could follow the tattoo by the pain. Zoe started down the right
    temple area down to his cheek and slowly down to his chin. Dave had
    long gone numb with the endorphins doing their job, and as she
    reached his chin she started on his nose and slowly started to
    colour that in, the end was sore but still she tattooed. When she
    was done for the day she carefully wiped and cleaned his face. She
    applied some cream and carefully applied the cling film over his
    eyes and left side of his face to stop the scabs forming. Zoe had to
    feed and give drinks that day because he couldn?t see through the
    cling film and even if he could he wasn?t sure he would be able to
    open his eyes. The day dragged and soon it was morning, and sure
    enough the tattooing started again and by the end of the day most of
    Dave?s entire face had been tattooed. Dave was again creamed and
    wrapped and on the third day Zoe removed the cling film, cleaned him
    and started to colour in his nose and outer eye area. Dave still
    couldn?t open his eyes and again he was creamed and wrapped.

    Day four Zoe removed the cling film and thoroughly cleaned Dave?s
    face, she gently wiped the freshly stained skin, starting at his
    brow, then his cheeks, nose and chin, and lastly she gently wiped
    Dave?s eyes. Even after three days, Dave still couldn?t open his
    eyes, and he heard Zoe say ?Dave, you look great now, and you will
    look fantastic when it?s finished. Dave heard the buzz of the tattoo
    gun as it started up, and felt Zoe start tattooing high on his brow,
    Dave soon realised that the patterns were like eyebrows but much
    higher and wider. Zoe had Dave lean forward as she tattooed and soon
    Dave?s back was aching, because of the weight of his breasts, but
    luckily it didn?t take Zoe long to finish on his brows. Zoe then
    cleaned the tattoo machine and told Dave to open his mouth slightly;
    as he did Dave felt a sharp pain at the centre of his bottom lip.
    Even though after the lip injections Dave had lost a lot of feeling
    in his lips, he certainly felt this. As she worked Dave could feel
    her tattooing in small circular patterns. As she worked she
    explained to Dave that this was the last tattooing on his face and
    soon Dave would be able to see the results. Slowly she coloured in
    his bottom lip and then started on his top lip, back and forth, back
    and forth she worked, frequently wiping and re-dipping the needle to
    refresh the ink. The corners were uncomfortable, because Zoe had
    Dave open his mouth and stretched his lips as she drove the pounding
    needle over and over his lips.

    Zoe wiped his lips, his brow and then got a liberal amount of cream
    and gently rubbed his face over, Zoe made sure each spot was covered
    so that his tattoo was kept moist so scabs were kept to a minimum
    and the healing process would quicken and Dave would keep more ink
    in his skin. Again she wrapped his face and made him drinks as the
    day passed.

    The following afternoon she removed the film and moistened a cloth
    and wiped his face. When she was done she asked Dave if he could
    open his eyes? Dave slowly started to bring his lids up and
    instantly squinted because of the sunlight, but slowly he opened his
    eyes. Dave had no mirror but he could see the colour of his own
    nose, it was white, bright white, he couldn?t focus on something so
    close, but he could see the shade. Zoe handed him a mirror, and as
    he focused on the image before him, he almost couldn?t believe what
    he saw, his entire face was bright white, not a speck of normal
    colour, he had high up, wide black eyebrows that were shaped like
    gentle curves and had many shades of red and pink on the underside.
    His eyelids were completely coloured a light pink colour with red
    tails at the ends. Thick black rims encircled his eyes, the inner
    ends tapered down and the outer edges tapered up. This gave the
    effect of looking slightly oriental. His lips had been tattooed a
    deep bright red. The size of his lips was exaggerated by the huge
    red stain, but the colour added extra shape and dimension to his
    lips. Dave had seen this image before but where? And then he
    realised, he was a Geisha, a Japanese Geisha, the white skin, the
    eyebrows, lips and eyes. There was no doubt, he was a geisha, the
    tattooed body, the breasts, his submissive state. He looked at Zoe
    and said, ?Mistress Zoe, I am a Geisha, aren?t I?, and Zoe leant
    forward, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gentle whispered
    ?yes Dave, but you are my Geisha!? ?When am I going to get my
    breasts tattooed? asked Dave, but Zoe smiled and said that she
    couldn?t tattoo them at the moment because if she did then the
    tattoos would stretch and be misshaped as the breasts continue to
    grow. Only when the growth stops can I tattoo them, and I don?t
    think they will ever stop growing. This saddened Dave, he told Zoe
    that it was up to her to change him how she wanted but secretly he
    wanted to be coloured in. He wanted to be complete. For the first
    time since Dave had met Zoe, she actually listened to him. ?Okay
    Dave, I shall sort it out?. And with that they went to bed.

    Three weeks later Zoe took Dave for a consultation at a private
    hospital. The Doctor was shocked to see such a modified person in
    front of him but continued with the consultation. They talked and
    after half an hour it was agreed that the Doctor would remove Dave?s
    polypropylene implants and replace them with tear drop shaped
    silicone implants. This would stop the growth, but because of the
    size he would have to place Double E implants. They would be heavy,
    but no heavier than what he already had. He also explained that they
    possibly would need replacing in ten years time due to wear and
    tear. The operation was scheduled for two weeks later, the time went
    slow, Dave wasn?t keen on having an operation but he wanted the
    implants, so that Zoe could colour him in.

    Dave woke with a thick groggy head, Zoe was holding his hand, he was
    tightly bandaged, but still he could see his large breasts. Dave
    smiled as Zoe and Zoe just said ?don?t worry Dave, you?ll be fine?.
    Later that day there was a knock on the door, it was the surgeon, he
    saw Dave and told him that during the operation he made a decision
    that was necessary and that instead of a double D he had inserted
    implants that took Dave up to a H. ?A H? said Dave. The doctor said
    ?yes, it meant that the difference between your bra band size and
    the outside on the breasts was about 8 inches, and that most people
    would refer to the size as double F. Dave knew he would be carrying
    around two massive mounds. After the doctor left Zoe placed a chair
    by the door and pulled the bed sheets back and pulled down Dave?s
    pyjama bottoms and pants, she then started to play with Dave?s limp
    black cock and soon it was hard. All of the piercings had been taken
    out along with the stainless steel tube because of the operation,
    and once Dave was hard Zoe pulled the stainless steel tube from her
    pocked, and put it in her mouth to wet it and gently slid it down
    Dave?s now erect penis, then she screwed the retaining post onto the
    underside and then the two side retaining posts which had been
    replaced with larger steel balls about 9mm in size. Dave tried to
    look down at what she was doing but he couldn?t even see his feet
    never mind his cock. Zoe didn?t screw the end ball on, but instead
    she rolled a condom over his cock and started to masturbate Dave.
    Zoe was playing with his cock quite quickly, and as she was rubbing
    up and down she could see a flask of red ink and silver steel every
    time his skin went back. Soon Dave was coming, he shot his load very
    quickly, but it was an intense orgasm. Once she was done she pulled
    the condom off, tied a knot in it and slid it under the bandages
    that held Dave?s new breasts nice and firm.

    The days passed, Dave couldn?t remove the bandages yet, he was told
    not to lift his arms up higher than his waist and he was bruised.
    But eventually the bandages were removed by the doctor. As the
    bandages were removed, Dave felt for the first time the weight of
    his breasts. They were heavier than his old ones but were slightly
    firmer and beautifully shaped, the tear drop implants certainly were
    the best choice. The Doctor carefully lifted Dave?s left breast and
    inspected the wound where the implants were inserted, it was quite
    long, but had to be to get so much through it, he did the same with
    the right and gave Dave some aftercare instructions. The doctor had
    never once mentioned Dave?s bizarre appearance but as they were
    almost finished the doctor looked at Dave and asked ?what?s next??
    Dave looked at him and said that it was up to Zoe, whatever she
    wanted, and then they left.

    The healing went well, the scabs fell off and Dave was left with two
    lines about three inches long hidden under each breast.

    Dave knew that the final of the tattooing would come soon, because
    Zoe wanted to be completed as much as he did, and sure enough on a
    Friday morning, instead of Zoe going to work as usual she announced
    that she was working on Dave that weekend. After Dave had made
    breakfast and washed up Zoe started with the stencils, carefully she
    placed them just below his neck onto his collar bone and down the
    sides of his breasts. As she placed them, she wetted them and would
    carefully remove them, leaving a blue outline where the pattern
    would be. Carefully she worked around the underside of the breasts
    and across his chest. Lastly she placed the stencils where Dave?s
    nipple should have been, his own nipple had long been stretched so
    far as to disappear, leaving only a slight dimple surrounded with a
    slightly darker patch. Dave could see the tops of his breasts but
    had no idea what was going to be tattooed on the nipple or
    underside. The tattooing started just after 10.15 am and Zoe started
    on the collar bone, she only lined, the same gentle faint lining
    that had been used on Dave?s body all that long time ago. Slowly she
    tattooed across his upper chest and then started down the sides of
    his breasts. This took nearly five hours and for the first time
    since Dave?s makeover started Zoe asked Dave if he needed a break,
    Dave was surprised by this, but because she was doing his breasts
    Dave could easily cope, because his breasts were stretched so much
    and he had little sensation in them, but Dave realised that Zoe was
    tired so he said ?yes please?. Dave was creamed and cling filmed.
    The following day Zoe continued under the breasts and then on the
    breasts. Dave slowly saw an intricate pattern forming across his
    last remaining unstained skin, it was of a scene of meadow, trees,
    plants birds and butterflies. It was going to be like the rest of
    his body, colourful, extremely feminine. Dave was almost a little
    disappointed, he almost expected something different, something so
    ?in your face? that it was extreme, but it wasn?t, it was an
    extension of his other designs. It had been three and a half years
    since he had offered to change Zoe?s tyre, and he was now almost
    finished, he had almost reached the end of his journey, he almost
    felt sad.

    Zoe had coloured in most of Dave?s chest and side breasts and for
    the second day running Dave was allowed a break. That Sunday morning
    Zoe started early, it was only 8.15 am, when the first sting of the
    unstoppable needle started. Zoe was tattooing around where the
    nipples should have been, she coloured and shaded his breasts, the
    scene was brighter than Dave expected, the colours were bold and
    beautiful. The tattooing continued until 3pm that day and as Zoe
    placed the tattoo gun down on the table she knew she was finished,
    Dave knew she was finished. Zoe wiped the little blood specs off his
    breasts along with the excess ink and told Dave that he would have
    to wait until Monday to see the finished work.

    The following morning Zoe told Dave to take a shower. As Dave went
    into the bathroom he gently pulled the cling film from his chest and
    saw the tiny little bumps of tattooed skin as if he had goose bumps.
    As he got in the shower Dave noticed the ink run down his leg, he
    used no soap or shower gel, he just gently rubbed the new ink stain
    and as he did so he saw the beautifully tattooed large breasts that
    were standing proud as if to say ?LOOK AT ME?. As he got out of the
    shower Zoe dried him with a towel and walked him into the bedroom,
    as he entered he saw the full length mirror and stared at his self.
    His breasts were huge, the colour made them stand out even more,
    they were tattooed with the feminine style that now covered his
    entire body. The nipple area had been tattooed with large red hearts
    with a black border. The underside butterflies all over and then he
    stood back as inspected his reflection. His feet were entirely
    covered even down in-between his toes, his legs were like a scene
    from high school nature art festival, they were beautiful. His
    scrotum was hanging there, bright red, his cock was hanging
    downwards and at a slight angle, it was black and had a large
    stainless steel ball at the end. He couldn?t see his dome because
    his foreskin was covering it, but he knew the colour was red. His
    belly, his sides and arms were all decorated with similar scenes as
    his legs. His breasts were huge and stood out, they looked beautiful
    and he especially liked the red hearts, His neck had a posture
    collar looked great and then he looked at his head. His face was
    bright white, his lips were large and deep red, his eyes were lined
    in black and shaped to give an oriental look. His ears held small
    little gold rings, and his eyebrows were amazing, they were black
    and exact in shape. They had red and pink shades falling below them
    and this continued down to give Dave the appearance of pink eye
    shadow. This contrasted with his white skin which made his coloured
    eyed stand out even more. His hair was short, blond and had a
    pattern of a submissive male with breasts and an erection being
    dominated by his mistress showing through his light hair.

    Dave turned round and looked at the slave tattoos on his arse, they
    were fantastic, they showed the same image as on his head and then
    he noticed something that wasn?t right. As he turned to Zoe he was
    about to speak when Zoe placed her finger on Dave?s large red lips
    and said ?Shush, I know, I have to fill in the face, neck and arse
    cheeks of the tattoos on your bum and head, but not just yet. And
    with that she kissed Dave, and said that now she didn?t need to tell
    him of her fantasy because Dave was now her fantasy.

    They made love, slowly and sensually and the f6336w5ng 06rn5ng she
    t63d Dave that they had an invite to appear on the Jerry Springer
    show in Chicago if six weeks time and that is when the fun started

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