I am a bruiser.
I’m do not mean that I am a fighter, but perhaps long ago I was. I mean…I bruise, somewhat easily.
On any given day, I have bruises that I could not tell you where they came from. I’m a little bit clumsy in my normal life – door frames are forever jumping out at me and the floor… well, the floor is my biggest nemesis.
I don’t want to talk about those bruises. I want to talk about my other bruises – the ones I get when Sir and I play. Many times, they don’t hurt; sometimes, I cannot pinpoint the moment they occurred. A firm grip, a hard spanking, a love bite – all of these things can, and have, left me with bruises. No, I don’t have a disorder. Yes, my iron levels are good – I am just made to bruise.
Here’s a little secret: I like them. My bruises make me happy. They are a blatant reminder of my submission, my pleasure, Sir’s pleasure. They lift me up when Sir is at work and my life is nothing but vanilla. I wear them with adoration and pride.
At first, I think, Sir wasn’t comfortable with marking me. He apologized! I asked Him to not feel bad and explained in detail how much I like the bruises. That was an odd conversation, and I’m not sure He totally understands why I feel that way, but for the most part, I think He is over feeling bad about them. I hope so.
The bruises are usually faint – a light shade of purple – nothing out of the ordinary for me. Except for that one time, a real punishment spanking… one of my butt cheeks ended up black and blue in spots. Those bruises really hurt! And those bruises were my favorite. I thanked my Husband repeatedly for them and relished the bite of pain every time I sat down. yum.
As I write this now, I have four bruises on the inside of each thigh – knee to kitty, perfectly spaced, each leg a mirror of the other. They are from His mouth – when I look at them, I can still feel him biting and sucking. Maybe they are my favorite.
Just goes to show what a LONG way we have come over the past year – we are definitely a part of the D/s-M “club” for the rest of our lives… my bruises tell the tale.