Another month has passed and My nail appointment was here again. My chauffeur had taken the day off to tend to My transportation needs and was instructed late last night to arrive at 9.30am. I was most impressed that the car was clean (as expected) although this was short lived with the unusual dust storm W/we had. The tribulations of a chauffeur never end. I arrived at My destination at 10am and told My chauffeur to return at 11.30am.
I have chosen a black and white French design with a single black diamante centred on the white tip and a silver diamante centred on the black tip. I am very pleased with this creation which is simple and highly effective.
slave tate was waiting as instructed and he dropped Me off at home as I wanted some lunch and a cup of My organic plunger coffee first before seeing My slave at 4pm for his cell popping session. The dust storm had well and truly arrived on the Gold Coast as W/we made O/our way back home and I returned just in time to get My clothes off the line and close all the windows and doors. What an extraordinary experience and I could see the dark car parked across the road get lighter and lighter in colour as the red dust caked it completely.
After 3 hours of relaxation while the dust storm passed, it was time to meet My slave at 4pm. I had four designs picked out for him and was not surprised by his choice – it was actually My favourite one too.
As My slave got suitably undressed, I drew the design onto tattoo transfer paper. The next stage was to work out exactly where I wanted to position the design. I finally settled on the area just above his left nipple. The advantage of this position was twofold: 1) I could look at it whenever My slave is before Me and 2) My slave could also easily admire My handiwork. The design was transferred onto his skin, My torch was burning and I was ready to begin work *GRINS*.
For some reason, the probe remained hotter for longer and I was able to do up to 7 pops on My slave’s skin at a time. And once I was on a roll, it did not take much to work around the entire design, popping My way along the guidelines. slave tate was coping very well with the procedure and was shocked when I announced that it was all done. The experience was an exciting one for him (in more ways than one – LOL) and I set him a task of playing with My cock at 9pm and allowed him to have an orgasm.
I am over the moon that My collared slave got so much out of this cell popping session. As there is plenty of ‘canvas’ left, I may have to decorate his body with more designs down the track *happy sigh*.