Wearing only a thong and a bra, you lie down on your stomach on the leather tattoo chair. You bite your lip in shame as your tattoo artist pulls on latex gloves. The tall, muscular man has a mask with skull on his face. He looks over your half-naked body, stopping at your thighs..

You whine in pain, although you don't really understand it because of the needle that penetrates your skin, or the fact that the master is stretching your skin, squeezing your ass with his palm so damn hard...