Weird red dots
Very strange goings-on with my right butt cheek. After an intense warm-up hand spanking, it develops this bizarre speckle pattern.
It looks like blood, or broken skin. But it isn’t. It’s just red dots. And they fade after a little while.
I’m a freak. Everyone else gets a nice solid shade of red; I look like I have butt measles.
Connect the dots, anyone?
Of course, once Steve starts laying on the implements, the color evens out. He asked me last night what I wanted. (What did I do to deserve that treat?) I said, “No wood.” He complied. So it was a lot of my favorite Cane-iac leather strap — and the Delrin cane. (sigh)
I thought I would cry last night during our scene, but I did not. Instead, I wept later, when he was told me I was beautiful. I’m not sure why… maybe because I haven’t felt beautiful lately.
Next week, Steve and I will have known each other for a year. We’ve come a long way, the two of us. We’re in excellent sync in our top/bottom relationship, our special friendship. And yet, I still can’t seem to break him of the habit of taking pictures straight on instead of shooting at an angle. Hummmpph. So I had to do some doctoring.
Hey, if you’re going to stare, I’m going to stare right back. :-Þ
Working today. Feeling relaxed, a bit sleepy, my mind is quiet. As always, I wish I could bottle this tranquility.