Marks

Marks. Stripes. Bruises,

These are all natural consequences of our D/s life.

I have a 5k coming up soon. It is a mud run, so I got a cheap pair of “booty” shorts (so short, so tight) to help mitigate muddy fabric flopping around. The other night, Sir striped the backs of my thighs with a cane. There is no mistaking the lines of bruising for anything other than deliberate placement.

If anyone asks, I’m telling the truth.

If I am not ashamed, no one can shame me.

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