Yesterday’s post for Sinful Sunday looked at my view when I was hiding from Sir. These are the consequences of my actions.
You can faintly see the bruises forming around the harder strikes. I was proud of it after the fact. But it hurt like hell at the time. Sir enjoys pushing me until I safeword. It’s like a goal. I know that there are some kink couples out there where a submissive will never use her safeword. Sir takes it ask a challenge. He won’t stop until I tell him too. My tears and limits are his ecstasy.
I just wish I could take more for him. I mean, it hurts when it happens. I hate that I was stupid enough to hide from him. And I know I deserve the punishment. But when it’s over I just wish I had been able to take another hit. I want more of the pretty stripes and earned welts. The day he breaks the skin I think I will cry tears of joy. After the tears of pain…obviously.