Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

(You act like I can't take care of myself plus I have an assassin with me) "It's still no," he says "I'm going to get ready you better not leave without me," he says and walks upstairs while the guys to the same. "He does realize were going to do that anyway right," Rae says I shrug my shoulders to her and we walk to my car and hop in to get Nova soon we've picked her up and were at the tattoo parlor give the tattoo artist our ideas except Nov. I decide on a rose on my under boob, butterfly's on the bottom of my thumb bone, a sleeve of flowers on my arm, and a heart on my inner wrist. Rae got the same inner heart as me, but she also got an arm sleeve that had a lion with blue eyes and flower

I straightened and called out to the tattoo artist, who was now rubbing his hands with soap as he bent to wash the lather off "Roberto?" "Yes, chica?" he answered. "I want a tattoo as well." It would be my first ever tattoo, what made it even more special, is that it would be about the man I love with all my heart; it had to be something special. "Baby, I do not want you in pain," Dominic groaned next to me, his facial expression conveying the discomfort he felt in that moment. I smiled as I said, "I understand that, but you are not stopping me from doing this. No matter what you say, I will get that tattoo."

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Tattoos peek from beneath his collar, intricate lines trailing down his neck. The third man leans back, his arm stretched across the sofa, his short, dark hair and intense stare giving him an air of cool control. His shoulders are broad, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing more ink, swirls of black and gray that add to his commanding presence. One of them, the dark-haired man, speaks up first. “Do you know anything about us?” “Not much, no,” I admit, my voice steady. “We’re all dominant. We work together with one submissive, brat, or slave, sometimes even with littles or baby girls,” he explains, his voice calm and low, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

"I'm going to have you pierced this weekend with your permission and give you your slave jewelry, denoting your status as my slave." "Thank you, Domina." "Lisa will also be getting pierced with you. Unfortunately, I can't be pierced yet. I have to wait, but Lisa and I are both getting tattooed. Lisa designed lovely tattoos to show our slavery to our Master. I'd like to get tattooed for our bonding ceremony, but the tattoos take too long to heal and I want to be fucked at our bonding, so we have to do it before then." "Will I receive a tattoo, Domina?"

"That’s part of it. That’s how it works. In that kind of relationship, of course, he took care of you. He had to. You’re his property, remember?" She smirked bitterly. "In public, maybe you were his princess. But behind closed doors? You were just his toy." I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. "There’s always a symbol," Heather added, nodding at the anklet in my hand. "Tattoos. Piercings. Jewelry. They all mean one thing, you belong to your dominant." I looked at the anklet again. My fingers trembled. Everything in me trembled. Jazper Ray bowed. I stood up from my seat, heart pounding.