Mastering The Apprentice

I love the feeling of needles against my skin. I can’t tell you why, I’ve just always been this way. I used to drag safety pins across my arms and legs and watch as the goosebumps rose up all over my body. The shiver that would run through my core was addictive.

Once I figured out what tattoos were I was completely invested. Being able to penetrate the skin and walk away with something beautiful. Perfect. As soon as I turned eighteen I went to get my first tattoo, a small rose on the inside of my left ankle. My soul felt like it was on cloud nine as I climbed up into his chair. Bobby had a great reputation in the tattoo business and his artwork was amazing. I knew I wanted him to do it right away. Not to mention he was incredibly hot.

The first line he pulled didn’t hurt, barely like a cat scratching me. What was distracting me more was the fact that he basically had to sit between my legs to tattoo me in the first place. Every line that was pulled through my skin made me quiver and shake. He kept asking me if I was good, and I kept telling him yeah. Truth was, I was better than good. I was boarder line euphoric.

By the time he was finishing up with my line work, I was almost finished too. The vibrations from his machine had crawled their way up my leg, centering on the place I really didn’t want messed with in mixed company. But it felt too damn good and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t stop myself.

“I’m almost done”, he said, “do you wanna take a break?”. I shook my head, because I was almost done too. As soon as he traced the next line, I let out a little yelp and a sigh of release. I heard him laugh under his breath, especially when a shiver ran through my body and goosebumps raised all over my skin. “You okay?”, he asked, smiling at me. I could feel my face burning red, and my clit throbbing, but I lied, “yeah, all good”.

After he cleaned my ankle and wrapped it up, I stood up from the chair and was horrified to see a wet spot on the leather. I froze for a few seconds, not sure what to do. He turned around, disinfectant and paper towel in hand, and saw what I was starring at. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Finally, he laughed and sprayed the chair down. “Don’t worry sweetie”, he said, “your secret’s safe with me”.

That was two years ago.

I made it my mission to start learning how to tattoo myself. I practiced alone for six months on fruit and fake skin until I finally landed an apprenticeship at the shop where I got my first tattoo, and Bobby would be the one to teach me. I’ve been learning and working here ever since. My only thing is that I won’t let anyone in here do any tattoos on me. I save that pleasure for myself while I’m alone.

As with every other night, I listen to the guys as they finish up their cleaning and other nonsense while I set myself up to do another piece on myself. I was filling one final ink cup when my boss Bobby came into my room. “You’re staying late again?”, he asked. “Only one more night, then my leg will be finished and I can finally focus on something else for a change”, I tell him. He stretched his arms over his head and arched his back. I listened as multiple bones cracked in rhythm with his movements, listening to his groans of relief.  I couldn’t help but admire his body, a small part of his abs peeking out from the bottom of his shirt. I snapped out of it when he started talking again. “Well you have fun with that. I’m done checking the alarms, my back is killing me, I’m going home”. “Lock me in here. I don’t need any weirdos walking in here while I’m alone”, I tell him. “You got it”, he said, waving his keys at me, “just lock the back door when you leave out of here when you’re done”.

Everyone finally left just after ten o’clock as I started the final touches on my tattoo. My upper thigh was the last bit, then my stocking would be complete. Every nerve in my body seemed to be on fire as I turned on my pens and dipped the needle into the ink. Feeling it enter my skin was pure pleasure and more. The lines that formed made me feel more and more beautiful, the vibrations of the pen running through my body sent goosebumps over every inch of my body.

I felt myself getting more and more aroused while I tattooed myself. I may as well have been playing with myself for the past thirty minutes. The tingling between my legs was becoming very hard to ignore as I pulled my final lines. I checked out the seat of the chair when I got up and noticed a small wet spot in the center, plus one that had formed on the front of my shorts. I decided it was time to go home and take care of my messy situation in the most fun way possible.

I had started to clean up my station when I started to think about Bobby again. He’s been so good to me ever since I started working here. And he’s not bad to look at either. Dark hair, snake bites, and those rough hands that make me wonder what they could do to me if he had the chance. The small throb in my shorts started feeling more aggressive the more I thought about him.

I cleaned up my station for the night and went to grab my tattoo pen to put it back into its case. I accidentally pressed the on button on the back of the wireless battery, the vibrations making me feel a little curious. I looked at the battery life that was left, eighty percent. I liked how the tingle felt in my hand. I took the needle out and threw it away, took off the grip tape from the end. I turned up the power to the max of twelve amps, really starting to love where this idea was taking me.

I stopped myself long enough to go make sure the front and back doors were indeed locked. Thankfully, they were. I turned out the rest of the lights to make sure it was obvious we were closed before going back to my station. I turned out the main light in my room, leaving the neon signs on for some minimal lighting for myself. I calmed myself down long enough to slide out of my shorts and thong before climbing back into my chair, reclining it back just enough to be comfortable and have everything below exposed.

I explored my body while the pen vibrated, tracing it down my arms, my legs, just below my belly button. It felt really nice, so I got braver. I pulled the top of my tank top and bra down, exposing my chest. I closed my eyes and traced it around my boobs, circling around my nipples. It felt amazing. I let myself go a little bit and started to moan. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me for release. I glided the pen down my stomach to my clit, circling around it and letting my legs fall to the sides. I couldn’t help but start going against it, softly at first then slowly getting harder. I gripped the arm of the leather chair, climbing higher and higher as the buzzing continued. I kept thinking to myself how I couldn’t believe that I’d never thought about doing this before. I could feel myself cuming and pressed the bulk of the pen against my clit. Grinding against it felt so damn good the harder and faster I went. I came so hard, my whole body reacting like I had just been electrocuted, and I couldn’t stop the words that came from my mouth: “Oh fuck, Bobby”.

*

When I came into work the next day everything seemed normal. Nobody looked at me sideways and no one asked me any off the wall questions. My two clients of the day came and went without incident. It was a pretty normal day.

The only thing that felt a little bit off was the sudden tension between Bobby and I. Every time he came over to me I felt heat almost radiating between us. It got really tense when, after showing me where to shade a certain area, he traced his hand along my shoulder blades as he walked away, lingering on the thin strap of my shirt. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, making my nipples go hard.

By the time it was time to close up the shop, I was exhausted with all the sexual tension that had surrounded me. I couldn’t wait to go home. I was about to do just that when Bobby stopped me at the front counter. “Hey, before you take off, meet me back in the office. I wanna talk to you about your latest work”, he said. My heart skipped with a touch of panic as I nodded. “I’ll just run my stuff out to my car and I’ll it right back”.

I quickly walked to my car and tossed my purse in the seat, contemplating just getting in and driving away. When I turned to go back inside, everyone else was coming out. It would be just me and him, alone. And that was both terrifying and exciting to me.

The shop was silent when I came back inside, the shop music and most of the lights turned off. I shut and locked the back door and made my way back to the front just in time to see Bobby locking up the front door. “Is everything okay?”, I asked him. “Yeah”, he answered, “I just wanna ask you about something”.

As I followed him back to the office, my first thought was that maybe my apprenticeship was about to end. We entered the office and he shut the door behind us as I took a seat in one of the chairs by the computer. He sat down next to me in the other chair, logging into the computer.

“So, did you have any issues locking up last night?”, he asked. I gave him a weird look, “No”. “Nothing….exciting to report?”, he asked. “Nope, it was all good. I just finished and went home”. He smiled as he continued to go through several windows on the screen. “I’ll say you did”.

I was about to play dumb, but he cut me off. “I gotta tell ya, when I got the alert on my phone that the front door had been messed with, I thought maybe someone was trying to break in”. He hit one final button on the keyboard and every security camera came up in full HD quality. “And the only reason I started recording was because it some asshole did try to break in, I wanted to catch his face on camera”, he said as he leaned back in his chair, “but instead, I got one of the hottest shows I’d ever fuckin seen”.

I watched on the video as I pulled away from the door, which is what had set the alarm off in the first place. “I waited to make sure I saw you leave, but you cut back into your room, and weren’t coming out. So I had to adjust the camera in the hallway to see what you were doing”, he said. The camera was adjusted to see diagonally into my area, and right at my chair. I watched as I turned out the light, but my pale skin was basically neon white against the other colors of the neon lights.

Right as I was about to watch myself take my shorts off, I hit the pause button. “Alright”, I said, “I get it”. He got up from his chair, “I don’t think you do”, he said, standing behind me, “keep watching. Bobby started the recording again and we watched as my shorts and thong came off, watched as I climbed back into my chair. He reached over me and turned the sound up, gliding his hands up my arms as he stood up straight. It felt good, but I didn’t show it. I just bit my lip and pushed the feeling away. Watching and hearing myself masturbating was a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. “I will admit, I almost closed the app on my phone when I figured out what was going on”, he said, “but damn, the more I saw, the harder I fucking got”.

I got up and faced him, “I thought you wanted to talk about my work, not embarrass the fuck out of me. I know what I did was wrong, but it’s not gonna happen again. If you wanna fire me, I get it. Just get it over with”, I said.

He looked at me almost stunned. “Why would I fire you over something so hot?”, he asked, “this is my favorite part”, he said turning me back around. At this point I was all but gyrating in my chair, moaning and gripping the arm of the chair. My legs were so far apart that we could see everything, including how red my pussy was from getting played with. Bobby slowly grabbed one of my hands and pulled it behind me, pressing it hard against his zipper. “I’ve imagined you naked so many fucking times, and the fact that everything looks exactly the way I pictured it is so fuckin perfect”. I heard myself getting louder on the video. “Your voice is so fuckin hot when you cum”, he whispered into my ear.

We continued to watch while I felt him get hard through his pants. I started moving my hand up and down against his zipper, feeling wet between my legs. I took my other hand and started to rub between my legs, “how hard did you cum for me Bobby?”, I asked him. I felt his hands move over my hips and pull me into his, locking his fingers in my belt loops. “I stroked it basically through the whole thing”, he told me.

I managed to pull my hips away from him enough to pull his zipper tab down, sliding my hand into his jeans and up and down his cock, knowing what part of the video we were coming to. Hearing him groan for me made me completely ravenous. I heard my words through the speaker. ‘Oh fuck, Bobby’. I felt him shudder and press harder against me. “I nutted so God damn hard when I heard you say my name. I haven’t cum that hard in a long damn time”.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around and brought our lips together so fast I thought he might fall over. I needed to taste him, sucking on his tongue and biting his lower lip. He responded in the same way, starting going down and biting my neck. I tried to keep going but he took my wrists in his hands and gently pushed me away. “Don’t stop Bobby. I wanna feel you inside me”, I tell him. He smiled, undoing the button on his jeans, revealing his entire cock to me. He started rubbing my hands up and down his shaft, and I could feel him getting harder.

“Like you said, what you did in there was wrong. So, before you ride this, you need to be taught a lesson. You need to be spanked”.