I want some bruises that I’ll have to fuss about hiding.
marks
I’m not even much of a masochist, really.
Sir and I just watched that episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race with Ariana Grande together, and then right after he beat me and fucked me.
In other news, I guess the daily photo is back? I’ll work on making up for the ones I missed, I promise.
It’s been four whole years.
I know, I can’t believe it, either.
Thanks for all the memories, and here’s to making new ones.
Also uh I tried firecupping at the party the other day with a really cool and experienced domme. You can see the circles kind of mingled with the scratch marks and marks from some really cool knifeplay. Basically I’m rushing to get myself caught up so I can write about this party because holy crap.
But yeah, Pup and I tried firecupping together and it was nuts (in a good way.) She went a little harder on him than she did on me, and now his back looks like a domino.
Sorry for the poor quality of the photo of my back. (I do like the sweep of my hair at the top, though.) I’ll make Pup or somebody take a better one in the next few days, because apparently I’ve got these marks for a while.
I’m staying at Sir’s an extra day.
Here’s something to tide you all over before my return.
Meet Mr. Purple.
The white is so, so pretty.
But those marks look so, so owie.
And yet I kind of want to try both?
White Leather
Of all the things she could be left with…
a stinging rear, the cuffs still locked on, a gag still in place, the smear of makeup on her cheek
…her own lingering thoughts that were always the strangest companions.
I always think I am getting spanked hard enough for it to leave marks and have it hurt for days. So, I start to get excited about the idea of having to cover up the marks on my thighs when I go to the gym or having to try to hold in a wince when I sit down to dinner with my friends. And it sounds all blushy when the deliverer of the spanking says I’ll think of them whenever I feel the sting throughout the week.
But I’m honestly just a wuss and I never let it get that harsh. It’s all gone in an hour, usually. If not less.
Good lord, but this offends my sense of symmetry. Which, of course, as punishments go, makes it perfect.A Bad Girl, photographed by Me.