Here I was laying on the tattoo chair. I was naked and strapped in as well. The blonde tattoo artist had complete control of my body. She alone would determine how and where I would get my tattoos. It was not cold, but I was shivering. I could also feel the dampness growing between my legs. "You are in luck today," she said. "Master doesn't want me to pierce your nipples until after next week's party. He doesn't want the guest of honor at the party to have fresh wounds, other than your tattoos. He wants your nipples available for touching, pinching, biting...and who knows what else the party crowd will want to do to you?" She reached down to my cunt. She inserted a couple of fingers and slid them in and out. When she pinched my clit, I moaned. "You are enjoying this, aren't you sex slave slut?" She smiled when I nodded yes. She smiled! Maybe I was going to get some tender treatment. I was hopeful as I watched her lay out her inks and needle machine. Then she brought out a vibrator. She also put a spring clip on my stomach. "Today, you will learn more about how pain can enhance your pleasure. Master wants me to train you to be a pain slut." She produced some scissors and clipped off my neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then she applied shaving cream and removed the remaining "fur" as she called it. "Master doesn't want any hair below your head. And, lucky you, he wants me to let your hair grow back after the party." She produced a laser light and passed it over my cunt, under my arms, down my legs, and over my arms. "When you get enough of these treatments, you will be completely hairless below the neck. Master doesn't like fur, and he hates stubble." She started tattooing my cunt. It hurt! She put the word "cunt" just above my clit. Then she put the vibrator in my cunt. My juices were flowing. She watched me build toward a climax. When I got very close, she clamped my clit with the spring clip. It hurt like hell, but the sensation pushed me over the top. I had an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. "You are already a slut, so training you to be a pain slut won't be too hard." I don't know why, but I got more randy when she degraded me. I was loving the whole scene. When she removed the spring clip from my clit, the blood rushing in caused me to have another orgasm. She laughed at me. "Slut, you will entertain the guests well next week with your slutty body." I tried to calm down as she inked "sex slave" above the word "cunt", but the pain was exciting me and the vibrator just kept on buzzing. I had one orgasm after another until I passed out. When I came to, she had removed the vibrator. Parts of my face around the eyes were as sore as above my cunt. "Now you have permanent make-up. I made you look like a whore." She held a mirror in front of my face. I was made up in a very sexy way. I didn't look ugly anymore. I looked like a pretty, bald whore. She laughed when she saw me smiling. "You have had your nap, now you will clean the house." Before she unstrapped me from the chair, she locked the spreader bar to my ankles. Then she locked one wrist iron on my right wrist. She locked a piece of chain to that iron. She pulled the chain down to my right ankle and locked the other end of the chain to the device holding my spreader bar. When she pulled me from the chair by my collar and leash, I found that I couldn't stand completely up. The rest of the day, I was forced to clean the house left-handed. (I am naturally right-handed.) I was bent over, and the spreader bar forced me to waddle instead of walk. The blonde slave didn't care. When she thought I wasn't moving fast enough, she whacked my ass with her hand. My ass still had the red marks on it from last night's caning. It was already sore, so her hand spanking hurt more then it normally would have hurt. Strangely enough, it all made my juices flow. If I thought that it would have done any good, I would have begged for the vibrator or her fingers.