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.