I was showering this morning with Sir.
I helped wash and rinse him
I hugged him and kissed him.
He got out and I began to wash myself.
I looked down and saw a bruise on my breast.
A long three inch line - straight line
going from my nipple straight up.
I was shocked. What the hell had I done.
Ahhhhhh, I smiled.
I asked Sir to come look at something.
He walked over and opened the door.
As he was looking into my eyes,
I pointed to the mark...
His face shown shock, concern.
"Oh, baby, what's that from?"
then...I could see it register.
He knew what it was from.
His concern transformed into
His grin was heart-stoppingly beautiful.
It was His Mark.
He gave it to me yesterday.
I love the way he looked at me.
I love that he smiled.
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Later I asked him a question that has weighed heavy on me recently.
"Does it bother you that I'm such a masochist?"
(he's not as much a sadist as I am a masochist - does that make any sense?)
It's something I worry about.
I worry that he'll find it off putting
or unattractive, or needy.
He smiled up at me and said, "No, not at all"