Brittany’s Evening

Brittany stood by the front door for a long time, reliving the kiss that David had just given her. Finally she took another deep breathe, double and triple checked the locks and headed off to bed. She spent a long time awake that night, just thinking about that kiss and envisioning herself telling David about any of the things Frank had done and possibly scaring him off. Should she tell him? Could she? Did it matter if she did? After a long time of worry and fear she drifted off to sleep. Her nightmares, forever constant, only woke her once that night and letting herself think of the kiss she’d shared with David helped her fall back asleep.

The next morning she frowned to herself thinking it was just a kiss, how could it be affecting her so deeply? But it really was. This seemed to be a new beginning and she was curious to see where it might lead, although also afraid of how it might end. Saturday morning Brittany awoke to her phone pinging repeatedly and upon picking it up found several messages from David starting with “Good morning, Beautiful,” and ending with a suggestion of dinner and a movie at his place. Again Brittany became apprehensive. Would he want more than she could give? She thought for a long moment, weighing her decision carefully before agreeing to join him later.

Later that day she pulled into his drive way, grabbed the bottle of wine she’d brought, hoping that whatever they were having would go well with a red and walked to the door, which opened before she could knock. David pulled her into his arms for a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek, not giving her any time to think. For a brief instant she relaxed into him before he pulled away. He counted that as a win and led her inside where there were steaks finishing in the oven. They smelled delicious and the pair was soon tucking into a delightful meal while they chatted about their week and swapped silly stories about their childhood. He smiled and enjoyed her laughter. It had been rare when they first started seeing one another. David had known he wanted more with Brittany for many months now, but had been very careful not too push too hard, sensing that if she felt scared or threatened that she’d run. And he’d have been right. But right now she didn’t want to run. Having dinner with him tonight was telling her that. She was looking forward to the over the top action flick he’d rented and just being with him.

Brittany looked at David, “I want to kiss you again.” Brittany took a deep breath and placed her hands against David’s chest. She raised her face to meet his and kissed him. She was shy at first, but then remembered the spark that had flown between them the first time they kissed and she grew more aggressive. They were wrapped around each other, kissing and touching and holding on as though for dear life. It seemed that the floodgates had opened for her and she felt like she was making up for lost time.

Eventually they pulled apart and stared at one another wondering what was next. Brittany spoke first, “I’m scared. I’m sorry” And her chin began to tremble, eyes filling with unshed tears. David pulled her close to him and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. “I know you are and that’s OK. But I want you to know that I want to be with you. I love you. And I’m willing to wait for you to be ready for anything that you want.” She raised her gaze to meet his and he saw shock and awe there. “How can you love me when I’m such a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a good woman who’s been through some rough shit.” And he kissed her again gently.

Brittany sighed against his lips and returned the kiss hungrily. She did want more, but she was scared. She realized that she loved him too. His sense of humor, his gentle attitude, and his patience had all won her over, so slowly she hadn’t known it until now. She explored his body with her hands taking in the breadth of his shoulders and his lightly muscled arms. Her fingers drifted down to the hem of his t-shit, toying with it and he let her go long enough to pull it off at which point she leaned in and planted a kiss in the middle of his chest and trailed upwards along his neck and back to his lips. David shivered at her lips hitting a particularly tender spot and Brittany smiled at the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was ready for this.

Slowly she reached for the hem of her own t-shirt watching David’s face as she did so. He merely smiled at her and leaned in for a quick kiss before allowing her to continue and soon both her shirt and bra were gone. His eyes widened in appreciation of the sight before him and he pulled her close wanting to feel her body against his. His mouth followed his touch and he began to learn her body. She gasped when he reached her nipples and began to play with them. They were so sensitive and her body arched into his hands as her head fell back. He pulled his lips away and looked up at her. “More Britt?” She lifted her head just a little and gave him the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen. “Yes, please.” He resumed toying with her nipples, alternately sucking on one then the other and her hands reached for her jeans as she made small, excited noises. Suddenly she moaned and her body shook hard which David correctly interpreted as an orgasm from simply playing with her nipples and he was amazed at how responsive she was.

Moments late she was nude in his arms and he stroked her vulva gently, making her whimper, “Please, its been so long. I need you.” That was all he needed to hear and he let her go long enough to undress and grab a condom. She watched him, her widening slightly as she took in the man before her and was reaching for him as he moved over her. “Are you sure Britt?” She nodded breathlessly and they kissed again. David slowly slid inside of her feeling how tight she was and they both moaned, holding onto one another. He fucked her slowly, gently and she matched his rhythm, content to be slow, lazy and loved.

Their sex lasted well into the night; the pair was unable to get enough of one another and kept coming back for more. He feasted on her pussy as she sucked him off and then they fucked again hard this time (in his bed rather than on the couch.) Brittany was amazed at herself and having found love again she knew she never wanted to let it (or David) go.

This is the continuation of a post called “A New Beginning” which can be found here.

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Wicked Wednesday 330 – A New Beginning

(Content Warning: This story discusses abuse, mental, emotional, physical and sexual. If this is something you’d prefer to not read I do understand. Keep yourself safe. Love, Livvy)

Brittany hadn’t been involved in a romantic or sexual relationship in years, not since the night her ex-husband left, leaving her beaten and violated in the process. The trauma had been enough to scare her away from any dating, even though there had been a time in her and her husband’s relationship where they had both enjoyed going out together and picking up pretty young women or handsome men. But as they grew older and Frank gained a bit of weight and felt like his wife was more attracted to other men than to him, the abuse started. It was little things at first, she barely noticed. But by the end, every thing was a fucking train wreck for her. She felt that was lucky she got out when she did and was able to start over. But being alone was…well, lonely.

She’d been through therapy and it helped some and she was on medication that was supposed to help the nightmares go away, but it only made her gain weight, which made her laugh bitterly at the irony there. Frank would’ve beat her and probably worse if she’d let herself go while they were together and now that she was free of him, here she was twenty pounds heavier and still terrified to reach out to anyone for anything. Her co-workers had finally given up on trying to make friends with her and the few friends she’d had before the divorce had drifted away afterwards when they couldn’t reach her through the fog of her own mental anguish. As the darkness ascended, her own terror became palpable every single night. Nightmares full of a hell that she relived over and over, of being held down and raped while he slapped her and called her a whore, waking up tied down and being forced to suck his dick until her shot his come across her face and left her there, immobile until he was ready for her again, and those were the tamer nightmares that she had. The mental and emotional hell had been worse because she couldn’t just disassociate herself from the name calling, the fights used against her, the gaslighting; it was all burned into her brain.

Rarely did she go out, except to handle necessities like groceries and other sundries, but when she was out she was constantly on high alert. Even seeing a man that had the same build as Frank was sometimes enough to leave her backing away in fear and hoping it wasn’t him, even though she knew he’d moved away after the divorce. On one of her trips she spotted a man, about her age, who looked nothing like Frank and watched him covertly as they both did their shopping in the small store. She was lonely she admitted to herself, but could she ever be that vulnerable again?

David watched the pretty, plump brunette that was watching him and wondered how to get her number without seeming too forward. He’d noticed her shopping before and she behaved like a frightened animal might if something unexpected crossed its path. He’d noticed it was always certain men who frightened her and he wondered who had hurt her so badly. He shook his head in frustration, knowing that, while, in his eyes, the good outweighed the bad, there was plenty of bad to be afraid of. It made him angry that a man could be so cruel to a woman, to anyone else, but he wasn’t naive enough t think the world was sunshine and roses.

After Brittany realized she’d been caught watching him, she hurried away, quickly finished her shopping and left. But by sheer coincidence they kept finding themselves shopping at the same time. David dared to smile at her and one time she gave him a tremulous smile in return. It was a good sign he thought. Next time he saw her, he posed a question about the best apples to buy and she took a deep breath before telling him that Fuji apples were her favorite. Her voice was so soft and quiet, he could barely hear her. He didn’t know that her heart was pounding so hard she could practically hear it or that he was the first man she’d spoken to outside of her job in longer than perhaps she cared to admit. Her therapist called this progress. Still the nightmares plagued her. She woke in a cold sweat one night, recalling how Frank had forced her to fellate the barrel of a gun that might or might not have been loaded while he jerked off to the scene before him, occasionally threatening to pull the trigger.

Weeks passed and each time David stopped her with a warm smile to say hello she grew less nervous about the tall, auburn haired man with his wire rimmed glasses; she realized she looked forward to seeing him. When he first suggested coffee she nearly turned and ran, but was able to stay calm and before she could think heard herself agreeing to an afternoon coffee date at a nearby cafe. Their relationship progressed slowly, with her setting the pace of things for the most part, although David dared to prod gently now and then, wanting to learn more about her. She indicated that she’d been though a bad divorce, but gave no other details. That alone was enough for David to fill in a few blanks.

After a solid year of coffees and dinners and the occasional trip to the movies, Brittany felt that David truly meant her no harm and she invited him in for a drink one night, wondering if she could handle where things might lead. She didn’t think he would push her to do anything, but there was a residual amount of fear still left in her. They shared a half a bottle of wine, rehashing the movie and talking about whatever came up. Before he left David turned to her, quite seriously, “Brittany, I don’t know what happened in your past or how I can help, but I’d very much like to be part of your future. And I’m going to ask you something I’ve wanted to ask for months. Can I give you a kiss?”

Brittany blinked in surprise; she couldn’t have looked more like a startled rabbit than she did right then and took a deep breath. Stepping closer to David she placed her hands in his and tilted her face to his. “Yes you can.” And their lips met, gently at first, and Brittany had to force back the tiniest feeling of panic. This was David and he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. And slowly the kiss moved from gentle and tender to something a bit hotter, until Brittany pulled away gasping. She took a deep breath to steady herself and David smiled at her. “Goodnight Britt.” And he left her at her front door wanting more and realizing that maybe she could have it after all.

Wicked Wednesday – 319 – Let Your Partner Say No

I’m guessing that some of you read the title of this post and immediately though, “Well duh, Livvy”, but I’m not just talking about giving or removing the idea of enthusiastic consent here, although that’s obviously important as well, even in relationships where there is also implied consent. There is something more to be said for letting your partner say no within a sexual situation (or any situation really.)

Having agency within one’s life, sexual or otherwise is incredibly important and, I feel, incredibly freeing. You’re not obligated to go along with the crowd and it lets you do what you need or want to do both in and out of bed. This is something that I think many people think about too much because going with the flow has always been encouraged, especially, it seems for girls and women. We’re expected to say yes to all kinds of things, even when we want to say no. But back to saying no in a sexual context without specifically removing consent.

Here’s an example of what I mean. Let’s say that my partner wants to try bringing food into the bedroom to play with, but on their own they decide that I wouldn’t like it and therefore they don’t bring the idea up at all because they have essentially already made the choice for me (i.e. assumed I’d say no.) BUT, if my partner comes to me outside of a sexual context and says hey, maybe we should get some edible chocolate and some whipped cream to play with in bed. Suddenly I have agency again and I can decide if it is something I want to do or not. For the record, it would be a no; I’ve heard that the edible chocolate stuff is really gross and I don’t want to be sticky from whipped cream. By not making a choice for me, my partner has given me a choice to say yes or no to that particular act. Notice that I’m not saying no to sex as a whole or to other things, but just to the idea of food in bed. It can be your yum, but it certainly isn’t mine.

The example above is pretty clear and concrete and defines what I mean relatively precisely. And it can be about anything between you and your partner, whether its related to your sex life or not. It’s simply another good way to share your lives together and to communicate in ways that give you both the power to say yes or no to any given thing at any given time. There’s no pressure or expectation that something has to be done, especially when we focus back on sex, and instead it creates an open dialog that might given you more or different or better ideas of things to suggest to your partner.

So, yes it is a form of consent to let your partner say no to something just like any other type of consent that is out there, but in this case it can give them the freedom or permission that they need to say no in other parts of their lives as well because they may feel empowered knowing that they can say no to you, so they can say no to others. Never assume that you’re idea is too kinky or weird or vanilla or whatever and that your partner won’t like it. Just ask them!

 

Wicked Wednesday – 318 – Recreate

 

So lately I’ve been struggling really badly with my bipolar disorder. I’m incredibly depressed and haven’t been able to handle much in the way of running my life. And I’ve spent all weekend wondering what to write about for Wicked Wednesday or even if I was going to be able to write a post. Much angst ensued. Even now these words are hard to write.

What could I recreate? A retelling of some famous tale? A memory brought back to life? And then I knew. I realized exactly the thing that I need to recreate. And it has nothing to do with sex or erotica and everything to do with me. I feel like (and have felt like) that I lose parts of myself to my bipolar disorder. It just takes things away from me like a parent disciplining a child, but I don’t always get them back as a reward for good behavior. If I did, my life would likely be much simpler.

But the thing that I need to recreate, somehow, is that spark that I used to have for writing and blogging and doing things with my life, no matter what they are. I’ve become so desensitized, so numb to everything but the depression that I’ve let that gift slip away from me. And right now, I have no idea how to get it back. I take my medications and I go to therapy, but when you’ve been subconsciously downplaying things to your therapist that doesn’t help much. I had an “Aha!” moment regarding that subconscious behavior just the other day. I’m sure my next therapy appointment should be fun. But back to finding a spark of…creativity, life, energy, I don’t know what to call it. Maybe all of those things.

How do I do this? I don’t think I can force it and I don’t want to force it. OK, I do, but that’s because I hate who I’ve become and want instant change, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how this all works. It is going to be a long road I think and a journey that only I can make. Where do I start? How do I begin? I don’t even have those answers. So until I can find them or figure them out am I doomed to wander lost, trapped inside my head? I don’t think so. I think I can try to actively move forward even with the depression and anxiety weighing me down. It just won’t be fast or easy to do.

So, I guess, this week folks, instead of some steamy erotica or sexy fun, I’m baring a part of myself open to be recreated somehow. If anyone has any sage advice or suggestions I’ll certainly take them into consideration and see how they might help me out, help me be me again, and find my way back into something resembling light even if it is dim.

 

 

Wicked Wednesday 317 – All’s Fair in Love…

 

After Jim’s punishing evening, he was eventually allowed back into Karen’s good graces (as well as Gary and Linda’s) and the foursome began to spend much more time together, most often in bed after a night of board games or dinner or whatever it was that meant they could spend time together. Living in a small town, they tried not to arouse suspicion as to the real fun they were having. But Karen, who was notoriously chatty, accidentally said the wrong thing to the wrong person and word began to get around. It was suddenly the hot topic and the four of them couldn’t go anywhere, alone or together, without snickers, stares, or comments being made.

Things did eventually die down again as some new piece of gossip worked its was into the town, but the other three weren’t exactly happy with Karen. And Jim’s ego still smarted a bit from that punishing evening a while back. Working together with Gary and Linda, he hatched a plan that just might teach mouthy Karen a lesson. It was a simple plan really and one that Jim knew they could pull off with very little work ( and a lot of fun) on their end of the deal.

The night came and everything was ready to go. As the couples stripped down sharing kisses and touches all the while, Jim made a seemingly innocent suggestion. “You know, Karen, I think after I have been tied down before it should be your turn. Not to watch of course, just be our plaything for the evening.” “Hmm, maybe. What do you two think?” Gary and Linda both smiled at her and simply led her to the bed where the ropes were already tucked out of sight waiting and each one began with a wrist. “Hey! What’s this now?” And Karen laughed as she was secured to the bed, thinking everything was all going to be all in good fun.

Linda kissed her friend and then moved to stand at the foot of the bed admiring not only her and Gary’s handiwork, but the lovely view as well. Karen’s tits and pussy were both on magnificent display and Linda could just barely see her clit beginning to peek out from its hood. She wondered if Karen like the ropes and decided that she must as the other woman squirmed against them for a moment before settling into the comfortable position she could. Karen was naked, open, and vulnerable to anything the three of them wanted.

Jim smiled as well and kissed his wife, almost roughly; he liked seeing her helpless like this and it turned him on like nothing else. He wondered how Karen would like it once they were done with her. He ran his fingers though her hair and she leaned into the touch turning her head towards him and spotting his hard cock, leaking pre-come. “Mmm, is that for me?” “Do you want it?” Jim laughed and leaned forward, letting himself just touch her lips, smearing the stickiness across them. Karen licked her lips and tried very hard to take at least the tip of his cock in her mouth. “I don’t think so. Be a good girl and ask.” Karen pouted. She wasn’t used to asking for much of anything as she was quite spoiled by the other three and glanced around the room as the predicament she was in suddenly hit her. Gary and Linda simply stood watching the exchange and then when Karen didn’t ask Jim walked over to Linda who promptly kissed first Gary and then Jim before speaking, “Jim, may I please suck your dick?” Her voice was breathy, but clearly loud enough for Karen to hear and Jim smiled at her and nodded. “Good girl Linda. And good girls get rewarded.” He pushed her gently to her knees and watched Karen’s face as Linda sucked him off. Her reaction was a mixture of desire and disappointment and a touch of anger as well. Good, thought Gary who was also watching. Karen needed to learn to watch her mouth and perhaps this would be just the way to do it.

The three of them eventually climbed onto the bed and worked their way around Karen who was incredibly aroused, but none of them would touch her unless she asked for it. And the longer she held her silence, the worse things got for her as she wriggled and squirmed and fought to close her legs at one point. God she wanted them to touch her. Finally she couldn’t bear to simply watch and spoke in a small voice. “Please, please touch me? Let me feel you.” She addressed them all as a group and suddenly Gary, Jim, and Linda descended on Karen’s body with hands and mouths and a cock in her pussy and she cried out in delight, although that cry was cut short as another cock found her mouth and began to fuck her face.

She was the center of attention again ans she was loving every single moment of it. But in a few moments, she wasn’t quite so sure how much she was enjoying herself as she began to struggle just a little for air with Gary’s cock almost choking her. And Jim merely making the slightest of movements inside her, and Linda pinching her nipples much harder than normal. She began to lift her hips and tried to pull her head back but she was well bound and not going anywhere unless one of them untied her. Gary gave her a wicked little smile, “Nothing to say Karen?” And she realized this was her own version of punishment.

Without any warning Gary groaned and came in her mouth, while Linda watched approvingly. “Better swallow it all Karen. We wouldn’t want any getting out.” And the other women gave a cruel pinch to her friend’s nipples, making her swallow hastily. Karen whimpered as she still wanted to orgasm even after the rougher than usual treatment, but Jim wasn’t speeding up any and after a few more moments, he pulled out of her altogether, grabbed the large wand vibrator and with Gary and Linda’s help got it positioned just so and tied it down, holding it against her clit. The he turned it on low, just enough to drive Karen up the wall and the threesome left the room to get a drink.

Wicked Wednesday 316 – (Bound Release)

Diana smiled as she walked around her partner in a circle, looking at her work wrapped around her beautiful body. The rainbow patterned rope suited Anna’s personality and stood out wonderfully against her skin. Di had multiple hand holds she could use to position her, a gorgeous harness which highlighted her lovely tits, and overall felt like this was her best rope work yet. She was still learning though, just like we all are and noted some small improvements could be made. But that wasn’t important now.

What she wanted now was Anna. And she slipped the blindfold over her eyes, lead her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. She used her hands to tease and caress Anna’s skin, deliberately at first avoiding any really sensitive places, although she did tickle her a bit, just to see her squirm and hear her laugh. When she laughed the ropes tightened a bit and she gasped at the reminder of them and began to squirm a bit, testing them out while her lover touched her. Finally Diana tweaked her nipples gently and the bound woman moaned, arching into her hands. She squeezed her tits, feeling her nipples harden further and leaned down to take them, one at a time into her mouth, sucking gently as she wriggled in her bondage.

Suddenly our rigger grabbed the front of her harness, yanked her up, spun her around and bent her over. She barely had time to catch her breath as several sharp spanks were delivered to her ass. Anna moaned at the feeling and shook her ass at Diana, daring her to hit her again. So she did, another dozen hits that left her ass red and just a little stingy, nothing more. And an instant later Diana was pushing herself into her lover’s cunt, that tight, wet cunt that belonged to her and her alone. She fucked her until she orgasmed around her cock, then pulled out and hauled her up the bed, letting the ropes bite at her skin. A soft flogger came down across her chest, catching both nipples at once and she yelped in surprise trying to get away instinctively. She grabbed the front of the ropes and held her in place while she flogged her tits a couple dozen times, then again took her nipples into her mouth, soothing the pain the best way she knew how.

Her fingers found Anna’s clit, rock hard and throbbing, and her cunt just below still dripping from her first orgasm. She teased her, laughing at her as she writhed against her pretty ropes. Finally three fingers slid inside of Anna and curled against her g-spot, which left her lifting her hips from the bed and crying out. She held her up, suspended by her shoulders and the rope while Diana made her come again before letting her fall back onto the bed like a rag doll. She couldn’t stop moving now as she enjoyed the pressure of the rope and Anna yearned to touch her, but her hands were bound just as well as her body.

Once more Diana pressed against her, into her, filling her with her cock and began to fuck her hard using the ropes wrapped at her hips to drive deeper into her, making the entire bed shake as they fucked. Anna did her best to meet Di, thrust for thrust, but with her hips being held in place it was difficult and only caused more squirming from her. The squirming plus the ropes and the feeling of being so full of Diana’s cock made Anna come again, this time with a loud screeching moan that seemed loud enough to wake the neighborhood And Anna fell back, completely spent. Diana wanted more, but knew it would wait and removing the blindfold, quickly began to untie the other woman, not wanting to leave her bound for too long, one because there was always safety to consider and two because she wanted to feel Anna’s arms around her.

Finally free, Anna gave a cat like stretch, then reached for Diana, pulling her close. “I think I like it when you tie me up. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Or maybe you can show me how to tie you up.” And she gave a naughty little grin as Diana’s eyes widened at the possibility.

Wicked Wednesday 315 -Trademarked by Sir

Sir and I had discussed this for weeks. It would be a very permanent decision and we wanted to make sure it was something we could both live with, especially if things happened to sour between us (not that either of us see that happening.) I’d read up on procedures and he had studied designs and placements and we shared our knowledge together over supper, laughing and joking about how things would go. I was his little pain slut so who knew how I’d handle that part. He assured me I’d be fine; I was convinced I’d embarrass myself.

Finally after all the talking and figuring out and deciding was done the appointment was booked. Now it was just a waiting game. And that was the worst part. Finally, the day of I made sure I was well hydrated and had eaten and all was in order. We drove to the shop together and in we went. The procedure started out just like any tattoo session did as the design was checked and copied. I was growing more and more nervous. It was a tiny piece though, shouldn’t take long.

The artist disappeared into the back to set up and when they were ready I headed back, bared my left hip, and the design was placed. Sir approved the location and asked the artist not to use any lidocaine. There was a look from the artist to me and I nodded in agreement. “I want to know what this feels like.”

I settled on my side and got as comfortable as I could waiting for things to begin. Sir chatted briefly with the artist and stood watching where he could see my face and watch my reactions. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time they were ready to begin and pulled on a pair of gloves, picked up their instrument and made the first cut. It took a moment before I registered any pain, the scalpel was so sharp and the cut so shallow. Soon I was lying there quietly just absorbing the pain into me, relaxing into it. Even the artist commented and I merely smiled. Sir laughed softly, “Ohhh, she’ll be fine, won’t you my little pain slut?” I blushed at this and nodded. “Yes Sir, I will be. I might enjoy it a bit too much so you’ll have to forgive me…,” I trailed off embarrassing myself. The artist smiled and nodded. “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen things before during other types of work.”

Slowly the outline of a beautiful lily was done and I could look down and see it. At some point my pussy had gone from a little damp to soaked and I was in desperate need of an orgasm. “Now for the fun part. I’ll be making tiny cuts and peeling away tiny amounts of skin to expose the layer beneath. It will hurt more that the outline did. Do you want me to numb it?” I looked to Sir for an answer but he just smiled at me. “Your choice, babygirl. Think you can take it?” “I’ll try.” I nodded my head and laid back. My artist grinned. “Tough cookie. I’ve seen men twice your size cry at tattoos and they couldn’t even handle the thought of this.”

Now the hard work began and the strangeness of my skin being literally peeled away from my body was at once a strange feeling, enough that it drove me wild. Soon I was panting softly and the artist glanced at me, nodded once and then looked at Sir, who was watching me closely. “Babygirl, let it out and then we can continue.” I took one long inhale and my entire body shuddered for a long moment. I never made a sound though and exhaled slowly my eyes closing blissfully. “Thank you Sir.” “Can you be good and still now?” “Yes Sir.” “Shall I numb it now? The process will go faster if I do.” He nodded to the artist, “I think so. Babygirl got what she came for.” And I blushed like there was no tomorrow. After my skin was numb to the sensation I was able to finally relax and I half dozed through the rest of the procedure while Sir simply watched as the artist was too focused on my skin to be terribly chatty.

Finally, when all was said and done I had a beautiful lily carved into my hip with strict instructions on how to care for it if I wanted the scars to keloid and stand out against my pale skin. I had officially, permanently, and irrevocably been marked as His. The collar I wore could be removed. This could not.