CONTROLLING DAWN - EROTIC FICTION OR REALITY

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

AT THE TATTOO PARLOR!

 

Dawn arrived at the house not knowing for sure what Ray's blackmail demands were for the upcoming encounter. An informative email arrived in her inbox on Wednesday, but Ray never mentioned which one of her stories he planned making her act out this time.

 

When she rang the doorbell, the sound of the chimes made her stomach churn with great nervousness. The door opened and Ray's grinning face immediately made her want to run away. "You look very attractive, Susan!"

 

In a heartbeat, her mind flashed to the story she considered one of her best. She recalled the various chapters in 'Susan's Request' where she was a respected teacher who unwittingly got blackmailed by one of her students. Dawn wondered which part of the story Ray had selected. She pondered the possibility of it being chapter one where she had sex in a picnic shelter, or chapter two where she was gangbanged at the student's house.

 

Then the prospect of it being the chapter about the tattoo parlor sent shivers of panic through her entire body, as Dawn wondered how she would ever explain tattoos to her husband. She glanced into the man's eyes and shivered with fear, knowing she was in big trouble.

 

The scheming Ray hustled her and Brenda out to his car before much was said. He coaxed Brenda into the front seat and Dawn into the back by herself. Ray drove until they entered the downtown district and Dawn's stomach churned with great anxiety when she saw neon lights and many small businesses.

 

Then the car slowed and Dawn noticed a sign she would never forget, 'Doug's Ink Spot.' Ray parked in front of a dimly lit, tattoo parlor and Dawn had trouble breathing, as she remained focused on the sign.

 

When they entered the tattoo parlor, Dawn's legs were extremely rubbery, making it hard for her to walk. In her erotic story, the artist was a rugged man, yet he had a handsome, appealing quality that Dawn relished. The man greeting them was anything but good looking and he radiated an air of arrogance, which she hated.

 

"Come! In here where we can do the work," he said, motioning frantically with his hand for them to join him in a back room. "Ray tells me you wish to get a couple of tattoos."

 

On wobbly legs, Dawn followed Ray and Brenda into a back, secluded room of the parlor. "Doug's one of the best. His work is renowned around the city so you won't find anyone better," Ray said. "He's agreed to put a tattoo on your boob and one on your ass. You remember your story and what happened to Susan?"

 

Dawn felt a few tiny heaves in her stomach and she tried hard not to upchuck. Doug held out his hand, which contained a colorful picture and the letter 'D'. The letter was in fancy Edwardian Script and it took Dawn a second or two before she recognized the significance.

 

"These are the two tattoos Ray requested. This one goes on your... chest," he said. "And this pretty letter goes on that sexy ass."

 

Doug's eyes never wavered from her boobs. Dawn's hatred grew for the man when he spoke nonchalantly, filling her with extreme panic. The fact she was getting tattoos whether she wanted them or not was frightening. Then she got even sicker when she stared at the letter in Doug's hand. "No! Dear gawd, you can't," she pleaded, getting more desperate by the minute.

 

"Don't worry. Nobody has to know what the 'D' stands for. Your husband doesn't have to know," Doug said, trying hard not to chuckle out loud. "It'll just be between us. We'll know it stands for the man who made you a real woman. Hubby can think it is his lovely, faithful wife's initial, but we'll know!"

 

"Oh gawd, please no. You can't."

 

"Just think, honey. Every time you take a shower... every time you go for a swim... every time you look at your ass you'll think of me. The man who fucked your brains out, as you enjoyed every second."