Sinful Sunday – Marks

I had to go way back to find these pics, but seeing as we are getting ready to head to an event this week, I started thinking about the first event W and I ever went to, and remembered that he had taken some pictures at home of the results of an intense night of play that we had there.
It was the first time that my local friends – those that had known me in relation to my Ex but had not seen me with W before this – saw him and I play together.  We hadn’t actually been together that long, having just started dating that previous August (this was in November) and I had no idea what to expect that night…whether he would be “easy” because all my friends would be there, or really hard, just to give them a shock.
Which do you think he did? LOL
The first scene he did was one in which he tied me standing up, arms and legs spread, and then used clothespins to spread and stretch my labia and nipples out pretty viciously, before taking a cane and crop to my thighs, arms and calves.
Yeah, it made my friends’ eyes pop.
It was pretty intense, and the pain had my endorphins flying, but it was more about endurance than connection.  The scene I really liked was later, after almost everyone had left the dungeon. He had taken me down from the first scene, my friends had been reassured that I was okay (LOL), and we were vegging over in a corner of the room. He asked me if I wanted more, and for once I said yes…or maybe that was because I was in “bottom” mode, and in that headspace (as opposed to submissive) I can ask for what I want. (Silly distinction, and one I am learning to get rid of.)
Anyway, I got more. Maybe more than I asked for. 😉
Again he tied me standing, arms spread, but this time he used the singletail and dragontail on me. I submitted to the singletailing, to the quick, whispering bites of the whip interspersed with slashes that took my breath away; but when he got the dragontail and started in on my inner thighs something bratty got ahold of me and I fought back, twisting and turning in the ropes, even kicking out my legs (which he hadn’t secured) to avoid its vicious bite.
Twisting and turning and laughing.
He finally lunged forward and grabbed me, holding me tight against his body as he continued to whip my ass and the backs of my thighs. At some point the laughter fled, as did the rest of the room – all I felt was his body against mine, his hand and arm pinning me to him, the punctuating slash of the whip, the hardness between his legs pressing insistingly against me. I don’t know how long he held me that way, all I know is that he was holding me up by the end of it, and I was hanging limp in the bonds at my wrists. It was one of the most intensely erotic whipping scenes I had ever known.
The next morning he took pictures of the results, though the marks had already started to fade. But while the marks may have faded on my body, the marks he left elsewhere have stayed, and grown brighter and deeper and more permanent.

Sinful Sunday is all about the image. Check out the rest of the Sunday Sinners below!

Sinful Sunday

9 thoughts on “Sinful Sunday – Marks

  1. Your description is so well written that I feel like I was there watching you… or maybe even being you. I am sure you are bored of hearing this but you are a damn lucky woman.

  2. Wow. Such beautiful, stunning marks.. As Molly said, the writing is so powerful, detailed, captivating, that as a reader you truly feel you were there… thank you! x

  3. I definitely understand the difference between bottom and submissive space. The former is much easier for me than the latter. In reading this it seems like you shifted from one to the other. Very captivating read. And those pictures are divine.

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