Kinktober 2023 #5 - Markings/Ink

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/m, Femdom, non-consensual, kidnapped, bondage, bondage slavery, sex slave, chastity cage, The Kraken Club, tattoos 

Josh’s new Mistress owned him for about two weeks before she decided to show him off.

“You’ll behave, won’t you boy?”

He wasn’t actually expected to answer when he was asked the question the day before. Mistress kept him panel gagged at all times, and even if she didn’t the Krakens hadn’t taken long to train any verbal defiance out of him. His only answer was to deferentially lower his head.

Mistress Ellen was a shockingly normal looking woman. She usually wore jeans or slacks and a basic shirt instead of dominatrix gear or ultra elegant clothing. Josh thought she was in her mid thirties, around a decade older than he was. She had black hair, brown eyes, and was a little overweight.

Her friend, whose name she didn’t bother to tell her new slave, was there the next day. Josh felt her hungry eyes fix on his mostly naked body from the moment she stepped inside on a crisp fall afternoon. He was standing at attention—hands behind his back and staring blankly at the floor— right there in the living room.

There was a collar around his throat and panel gag covering his mouth. Sturdy leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles made sure he wouldn’t try to do anything stupid, and the plug in his ass would explode with vibrations if he went too close to any exit in the soundproofed apartment.

“I can’t believe you actually bought one.”

Mistress laughed. “I know, I thought I’d be satisfied by the occasional visit to a club or resort, but then we took that vacation. After spending a week with that poor slut waiting on me I just had to have one of my own! Say hello boy.”

Again, Josh wasn’t expected to answer. Instead he bowed his head to his owner’s guest. She was now close enough for him to see that she around the same age as Mistress and rail thin. There were dark roots creeping into the woman’s dyed blonde hair, and she wore leggings underneath a dim blue shirt dress.

“Can I…?”

“Be my guest!”

The woman was on Josh, her body suddenly very close to his own while her hands went straight for his chests Josh resisted the urge to jump. Her hands were cold. They lingered at the space beneath his heart, where his Kraken tattoo (brand) was. Then they wandered his body, down to his stomach, his sides, his ass… Josh held still through it all.

“I can feel him shivering.”

Or maybe not.

“Oh yeah,” Mistress Ellen’s voice was suddenly behind Josh. No part of her touched him, but her presence was inescapable. “He likes to act tough and stoic, but he’ll start whimpering soon. Won’t you boy?”

Josh didn’t whimper, but both women took sharp intake of breath as if he had and laughed. Then the friend’s hand found his chastity cage, and a real whimper escaped him.

“See what I mean? You should see the way he jumps when I turn his plug on.”

More laughter. Then they stepped away to take their seats on the couch. Neither spoke a word to Josh, so he knew he was to remain in place.

“So, judging by that ink on his chest, I take it you bought from the Kraken Club?”

Josh shivered in place. Just hearing the name sent his mind back to that place. Being shuffled around between training sessions and his sleep sack, his head almost constantly hooded, all the Krakens referring to him as “it” and talking about him like he was an object. Mistress Ellen could be strict, but he’d rather have her than go back.

“Yeah, I thought about it a lot. The Club is pretty restrictive, I can only take him to places where they’ve set up the security, which sucks. But they also set up the security here, so I don’t have to worry about that.”

“The tattoo doesn’t bother you? I always liked going to Narcine places because they hide them better than that.”

Sometimes Josh found himself staring at the ink brand that marked him as a Kraken Club product in his reflection. It was a gold kraken, tentacles swirling out and around a little barcode

“Honestly? I like it a lot more than I thought I would. I’m thinking of sending him back to get more.”

“More?”

“Yeah. I was thinking I could make a whole scene out of him. Waves and a ship above the kraken, other sea creatures beneath it. His whole body is mine, why shouldn’t I have some fun with it?”

“Mmmph!?” Josh remembered getting the tattoo all too well. They’d strapped him down without bothering to explain why, then patiently waited for him to stop freaking out when the woman with the needle appeared. She seemed downright bored when he’d lost energy to listen as she told him to hold still, and that he could bite down on his gag for the pain.

It wasn’t until Josh noticed his Mistress and his guest looking at him, eyes dancing with amusement, that he realized he’d made noise.

“I don’t think your slave knows he’s supposed to be seen and not heard,” said the friend. Josh did not like the way she was smiling at him.

“And he’s been doing so well lately,” Mistress sighed, but with a happy smile of her own. “I haven’t had to punish him in days. You want to help? I haven’t used the cane yet. I like the flogger too much.”

As they shifted into a discussion on how best to punish him. Josh could only stifle another whimper. In a minute, Mistress Ellen would order Josh to retrieve the horrible tools she would use to punish him. And then, eventually, she would remember what prompted him to make a noise in the first place. That she was thinking of marking his body with even more tattoos.

She was right, after all. His body was her property.