Marks and Milestones

I love marks, and I rarely get them. My soft tissues are stubborn, like the rest of me. Saturday night got a little wild, I was flogged hard by Ms.O with our new heavy white flogger. My ass and thighs were slashed with red welts, our session was long because I was enjoying the pain and warmth. We also tested out Eden’s new creations... she tried her hand at making some of those heart-shaped mark-makers I have. She did an excellent job (more on that later) and I was happily hit with the cute heart design a few times, and a heart-eyes emoji marker, which hurt like a bitch. They also left big red and purple marks, but I knew better. No matter how brightly coloured my ass is in the moment, I recover quickly and by the next morning it’s a clean slate, back to normal. In spite of all the fireworks the flogging nor the mark-makers left any trace of evidence the next day.

BUT

Max was excited about wrestling, and while I was trash talking about how I was going to kick her ass (yeah right) she gave my inner thighs little pinches, just to make me squeal and be annoying. The flogger left no marks. The whippy impact toys left no marks. But my non-kinky babes’ bratty pinches are still with me, little circles decorating her favourite place.

I sent her a picture this morning, unsure of what she would think or how she would feel about them. She replied with a smile and a sly response about marking her territory. And then she quickly messaged again to ask how I felt about bruises, if I liked them, and if this was okay. When I say she is intuitively good at this, this is what I mean.

I replied gushing about how much I liked marks, how it makes me feel owned, how I love the evidence that she was there. I explained how the marks are like mementos, how I smile every time I see them because I think of how they got there. I told her I liked having them here with me while she is not.

Her response was measured and reassuring, just like she is. “Oh I see!” With a heart emoji. She explained that she didn’t get it before, but hearing my explanation made total sense, she admitted she kinda liked them too.

So my friends, when I see her this week she’s gonna see if she can make some more. How long do you think before she stops saying she isn’t kinky?