Yesterday there was something posted about the rule of the internet being "Pictures or it didn't happen".
Well, since the bruises I had were really quite small and not photo-worthy Master took that as a challenge last night.
"I'm going to beat you until you have some bruises for kaya to see".
"Oh shit." I thought to myself.
He only wanted to use the big spoon, the funnest new toy ever (ha!). And my ass doesn't bruise that well. But he kept hitting it for a long time, and hard. Guess what I have? Not one single new bruise anywhere, although it really hurt then and it still hurts now.
Everyone so often, he'd stop and ask me if I wanted him to keep going, because I was crying and whimpering and not enjoying it at all. "You want to have bruises for kaya, don't you?" Yes, Master. I can't say no. I just can't.
Because I'm an idiot, this morning I suggested he might have better luck bruising the fronts of my thighs or their sides, because my ass is, uh, well seasoned.
So, there are still no pictures.
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