[F4M] Tattoo Appointment From Hell (noncon)

Emma stood outside the tattoo shop, a nondescript building with a plain black door and a small sign that read "Ink & Steel." The storefront was intimidatingly minimalist, and the lack of inviting decor did nothing to ease her nerves. She took a deep breath, clutching her phone in one hand and her wallet in the other. She had been planning this tattoo for months, but now, standing on the threshold, she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Pushing the door open, she was greeted by a stark, cold interior. The walls were a sterile white, with bright fluorescent lights casting a clinical glow over everything. A metal counter stood at the far end, behind which a tattoo artist was organizing his tools. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. There were no posters, no artwork, nothing to distract or comfort her.

"Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she approached the counter. "I have an appointment with Alex for a lower back tattoo."

The artist, a tall, muscled man with tattoos peppering his arms, looked up and nodded. "Yeah, you're Emma, right? Follow me."

Emma's heart raced as she followed Alex down a narrow hallway to a small room at the back. The room was just as clinical as the front, with a black leather chair in the center, a tray of sterilized tools, and a large, intimidating tattoo machine. A mirror covered one wall, reflecting her pale, anxious face back at her.

"Go ahead and lie down on the table," Alex instructed, motioning to the chair that had been adjusted into a flat position. "Lower your pants, just enough,” he added at her hesitation, “so I can get to the area, and try to relax."

Emma nodded, her hands trembling as she placed her phone and wallet on a nearby table. She moved to the chair, her legs feeling like jelly. As she lay down, the leather felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. She unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down slightly, exposing the small of her back for him to place the stencil.

His gloved hands were efficient and professional as he prepped the area, cleaning it with an alcohol wipe. The coldness of the alcohol made her flinch slightly. Emma could have sworn she heard him chuckle but she probably had to have imagined that. Her breathing became shallow, and she tried to focus on the floor beneath her.

"You okay?" He asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah," she lied, her voice shaking. "Just a bit nervous."

He nodded, clearly used to anxious clients. "It'll be fine. Just try to breathe steadily. We'll start in a moment."

Emma closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She could hear the buzz of the tattoo machine as Alex tested it, the sound amplifying her fear. She felt lightheaded, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath, then another, missing the flash of a vial as he loaded a dosage into a needle next to the tattoo gun.

"Just relax and try not to move" his soothing voice filled her ears, one hand coming to the base of her spine, pinching the skin as the other swiftly delivered the injection in one fluid motion.

"OW!" It was all Emma could do not to jump at the pain, hear vision beginning to swirl in seconds. "Oh fuck," she muttered. "I don't feel so goouuh-"

Her eyes rolled up, body going limp in a matter of seconds, leaving at the mercy of her tattoo artist. Was his name even Alex? Was this even a legitimate business? And what kind of art is sue about to walk out with?

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My character wakes up, tied down at your mercy, ready to get a tattoo(s) and/or piercings that she never agreed to.

I have a lot of kinks but some of my favorites are anal, impact play, breeding, bondage, hole stretching, body writing, permanent marks, piercings, knotting, pumping, water sports, rough throat fucking, and many more.

My limits are underage and snuff of my character.