Until last night it had been about two weeks since I’d gotten to play with Tavi, and it was a whole week since I’d seen her at all; plus I’m working a lot with the holiday rush so I hadn’t had anything new to post. But now that I’m once again happily bruised I feel inclined to blather on once more.
Last night was rather lovely, I made a marinated salmon filet, pan fried asparagus and a garden salad with a apple cider vinaigrette that I whipped up on the fly (It was pretty awesome.) Then, Tavi wrote me a new exercise routine, which looks to me like more torture, without the benefit of cuddles afterwards (it’s listed on my BFL page if you’re curious.) And then we had some fun, though I felt like my pain tolerance had dropped some, but that might just be a bit of a cold I’m getting over.
Although I squirmed and whined getting them I’m pleased as punch to be wearing her marks again. for the last week all I’ve had is a small lingering bruise on my thigh, and I felt, naked would be going to far. Just like something was missing. I was missing her, missing the closeness, and missing my marks.
Which puts me in mind of a post I saw on tumblr a while back. I didn’t really care for the picture itself (so I’ll link it instead of posting it.)
On this picture of a Femdom of some sort showcasing the whip marks she’s left on the back of a malesub, the commentor Workneverover said “Do I detect an air of pride there? (From him, I mean. Hers is obvious!)”
I can totally see the pride there, and I completely get it. I get super excited for all my marks, and as I’ve said I’m kind of a wuss when it comes to taking pain, so I know what marks I’m getting are hardly that impressive. But I love them.
If I didn’t know better I’d say it was a guy thing, because growing up all the guys I knew loved to show off and talk about any scars we had. It’s proof of having done something dangerous (or stupid) and that gets you, I don’t know, man points.
But I do know better, it’s not a guy thing or even a sub thing, Tavi gets pretty excited when she sees me and marks she made last time are still nicely visible. And oh, how I love to have her fawn over me.
I sort of wish I could show them off to everyone and brag; you know? Because they give me some sort of pride, maybe not that I live dangerously or I’m so cool and edgy, but that there is a a lady that likes me enough to mark me in this way, and that I can take the pain that comes with it (or most of it.)