It Is The Little Things

It has been two days since I played with Teacher. Yesterday (I'm ignoring it is past midnight it is still Thursday as far as I am concerned) there was nary a mark on my wrist, but today as I was typing at work I looked down and there was a big ass rope rash on my right wrist. If I wasn't in the middle of an open office I would have licked it. I know I've written about this several times before, but the aftermarks of a scene are just as pleasureable for me as the scene itself. Likewise, I like the feeling I have in my pussy the day after a hard fucking. It is not unlike the feeling I had when I first lost my virginity.

My lone full length mirror is in my bedroom, which is pretty dark even with the lights on and windows open. It's an old, old house. So today, and boy is this something you can't really share except on a blog like this, I took my pocket mirror to the ladies room at work where the light is cruely bright and took a looksee at my ass. There on my tush were various black and blue marks, a few welts, and well a huge grin on my face.

I've been having fantasies of Teacher sending me to another Dom in a skirt and making me pull up my skirt to show off his work, then the other Dom not only admires Teacher's prowess, but rubs my ass and decides to add a bit of his own art to my bottom as a thank you to Teacher.

When I was a little girl I often instigated "show me your panties and I'll show you mine" oh how I'd love to have a fellow female sub to play "show me your bruises and I'll show you mine!"

Fit To Be Tied

There are rope marks on my wrists this morning. It is too hot to wear long sleeves. There would be rope marks on my ankles, but I decided to wear some glittery knee socks that remained on during my session last night. Sensible me knows to wear bracelets at least to cover the marks. Thing is, I am rarely sensible. I am impulsive, a rule-breaker, a trouble-maker, a rebel-rouser, and I want to wear my marks proudly for the world to see. That world being my co-workers. But, alas, yours truly is on the proverbial shit-list in an office full of women, run by a 300 pound overworked bull-dyke. Shall I give them more to talk about or shall I be a good girl and dress appropriately? Think I'll have some coffee, read *TMZ, and poke through my jewelry box. Damn it.


*I have a major celebrity gossip problem.

Sexy

I found this photo yesterday at the pay-site rope rookie, which from what I saw has some top notch photography. This particular image caught my attention:

Pictures of women bound are a dime a dozen, but to see photos the after effects are a rare site. How beautiful and subtly sexy are those marks on her wrists? It makes me long for my own set of matching of rope marks from Teacher. From what I gather, I shall have them soon.