First time I posted a Sinful Sunday.
As a masochist I have a love/hate relationship with bruises. I love the mark of where the Mistress has been, the reminder of something illicit, dark, sensual and challenging. I hate having to hide them when I return to my vanilla life, the risk of discovery, the feeling that my clothes cover a lie I don’t want to tell.
This particular bruise carried with it a high risk of discovery as it peeked above my underwear, unwelcome; discordantly shouting “look what I did.” It’s faded now but the memories remain.
A blog about this bruise and what it made me want to do is here.
More Sinful Sundays here: