Sir's Take On Bruises

OK, well Sir is still pissy about my
gigantic bruise on my ass…

THAT HE PUT THERE!

So, I asked him about it.

"So, what exactly bothers you so much
about the bruise…especially when  you 
know I love it?"

"It feels just too close to…
like I'm really hurting you."

I kinda giggled here…
I know, not the best response,
but I mean…REALLY?!?!

"Um, well…you are!  
Do you really think that 
when you hit me 
as hard as you do sometimes
with things like ...
a metal spatula (the culprit of the new gigantic bruise)
or a leather crop
or a belt
or the fuckinghairbrush
that it doesn't hurt?"

"I just don't think it's healthy
it's not good for your body
for me to be bruising you."

hmmmmm.

"I love you.
But I also do like the marks…
I'm not wanting them all the time,
but sometimes.

Remember, Sir, there is a difference
between hurting me and harming me.
I like being hurt.  
It turns me on…
but,
I appreciate that you aren't harming me."

 to which he simply
smiled at me and
gently caressed my cheek.

The Mark

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.
Dawning awareness.

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?"
he asked...
then...I could see it register.
He knew what it was from.

His concern transformed into
coy satisfaction.

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"

Bruises

OK...so they're not deep,

             they're not large, 

                                  but

           THEY

                 ARE

                     THERE

           Wahooooo.  

         I have bruises.  

We had a hell of a fuck last night.  

There was spanking,  

         there was sucking.

He pulled and pinched and slapped and 

ohsweetjesus it was good great 

       abso-fucking-amazing!

and this morning...
for the first time EVER,

I have bruises 
on my breasts!

(Can you tell that I'm excited??)