I was still panting, wrists sore from being tied back for so long, my thighs trembling from the constant tension. My body felt used, broken down, hollowed out, and yet I'd never felt more alive.
Amber untied me slowly, wiping off my chest with a warm cloth, her fingers gentle in a way that always made me second-guess whether I was just a toy to her or something more.
She kissed my cheek softly again and said, "Let's get you cleaned up. We've got something special planned."
I followed her, wobbly on my feet, back to her car. She had laid down towels across the seat, knowing I was still leaking from every hole. She helped me in, smiling as she clicked my seatbelt for me, then reached down to pull a fresh pair of lace panties over my thighs.
"I want you to feel owned," she whispered.
When we got home, the living room had been rearranged. There was a massage table, a sterilized tray with tools, and a man sitting beside it with gloves already on.
Amber turned to me.
"You've given everything to me, SISSY. It's time to make it permanent."
The tattoo artist patted the table. I laid down on my stomach, not even needing to be told. My heart was pounding, but I didn't hesitate.
Amber sat beside me, stroking my hair while the artist worked.
It took two hours.
The pain was sharp at first, but soon it faded into a dull throb as my body adjusted. I was too tired to cry, too deep into my submission to care. When it was done, Amber held up a mirror and tilted it so I could see.
Just above my ass cheeks, in bold, elegant letters:PROPERTY OF MISTRESS AMBERJust below, framing my SISSY and FREE USE tattoos, was a decorative chain inked across the top of my ass, ending in two padlocks right above each cheek.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. There was no hiding it now. Not with the QR code. Not with the phone number. And not with this.
Amber looked me in the mirror.
"You're not just my SISSY anymore," she said. "You're my property."
I turned to her and whispered, "Yes, Mistress."
Her eyes gleamed. "Good. Now let's break in your new title."
She snapped her fingers and the delivery guy stepped out from the hallway, already hard.
I got on all fours without being told.