Trisha guided Jenna onto the chair and grinned as she looked at the helpless teacher's pleading eyes. "Now, my little slut, you will permanently become mine - FOREVER!" Trisha giggled an almost evil sounding laugh as she stepped back and watched the large black tattoo artist begin to strap Jenna into the chair.
A large thick strap went across her forehead, two more on each arm, one each across her chest and hips and finally one on each knee and ankle that spread her legs wide in a knee up position. Jenna was completely immobile and looked like she was ready for the worst pelvic exam of her life. Trisha tried to tickle Jenna to see how much she could move and when she barely wiggled, Trisha was satisfied.
"So what exactly did you have in mind?" the artist asked Trisha.