Arturas
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ORIGINAL: littleasspet I am fairly new to bdsm and after a paddling or a flogging. Bruises dark and purple show up straight away. I dont like them, at all. They must be a hard limit for me. Or maybe my mindset is different to everyone else here. I feel like a failure having them. I was amazed to learn some women can be so proud of their marks, especially the next morning after they turn blue with a greenish tinge, you know. I absolutely walked in on Star admiring her night after marks in the master bath mirror, seriously. That little "scene" inspired this journal entry that might capture that "ah ha" moment when men realize how much their women love something they call ... “Marks”, she said with great feeling. “Marks”, I said without very much feeling at all. “Why do I want to mark up your pretty ass? I like it the way it is; besides, you have a lovely tramp stamp that I’m just totally in love with”. I turned back to what I was doing thinking we had moved on…I was wrong, yet again. “See Master”, she went on holding up a picture of her best friend. My attention was unerringly drawn to a photo of an exquisite blonde woman, she was bent over a wrought iron bed and dressed in nothing but cherry red high heels and a soft bushed silver metal collar, but I did notice after a very long moment that she was hog tied hands to ankle by someone who knew exactly what they were doing (for once!). But... what really drew my attention were the soft red and purple marks expertly placed on her lovely ass, one not quite as lovely as my girl’s you most assuredly must very clearly understand without question. Meanwhile, back in the real world, Star knew she had me…yet again. “Master”, she whispered through my lust induced haze. “This is what I want, this is what I need! “Marks”, she said with great feeling. “Marks”, I said with great feeling.
< Message edited by Arturas -- 1/16/2015 11:18:06 PM >
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