Oh Master, I've waited so long for this day! Sure, nothing satisfies me more than being collared and controlled by you in every way. But something about the idea of being owned by you in a much more permanent way? Fuck, it turns me on so much! And here we are, at the tattoo parlor, moments away from you putting your mark on me. I guess the only question that remains is where you'll choose to have your name tattooed on your toy, Master. Would it be somewhere humiliating, like across my forehead or around my throat, so that even with me dressed in business attire my peers would still know I was nothing more than owned meat? The way the office would oggle and gawk at the tattoo of your name inked into my flesh - how embarrassingly erotic it would be! Sure, I could work my way up the corporate ladder - but everyone would know at a glance that I was still nothing more than a bottom bitch, despite any business accolades. Hmm perhaps across my ribs or tits? Would you put your name somewhere that wouldn't be seen on an average day, unless I was wearing a swimsuit or a crop top? Something that a stranger would perhaps glance at and perhaps wonder if their eyes deceived them as they walked by? That would be such a rush as well, wondering if anyone's eyes were keen enough to pick up on such a thing. The possibilities are endless, aren't they Master? And of course, there's the most obvious placement - some where hidden by my most private areas, so that way only you and you alone would see your mark when I spread my legs and presented my holes for you? Fuck, all of the implications of every area makes me so wet. Perhaps I'd beg to be blindfolded, so I wouldn't even know your decision until I felt the buzz of the tattoo needle on my skin and knew it was too late to turn back. Regardless, we both know this body is yours to do with as you desire - and I can't wait to wear your choice with pride.