Marks of love (E)

Artwork courtesy of Flat Earth Social Club

After the magic of being taken by my Goddess, we actually wound down for a bit before going to sleep. Post-play, a very special and intimate time for us when we check on each other, and talk about what happened and what it did for each of us, we started talking about belonging and ownership, and how strap-on play affirms and reinforces those feelings. It wasn't long before our discussion came back to the tattoo that she is planning on me getting in a few months' time.

As we both got gradually more worked-up about discussing a permanent marking for me that would be a tribute to the dynamics of our relationship and our love for each other, an idea suddenly popped into my mind. I asked my Goddess if she would want to mark me right now if she could, and she responded that she would. I followed up "Well, it would be only temporary for now, but I would so love it if you would", turned over to my bedside table, brought out a Sharpie with hot pink ink (the sudden idea... I remembered that it was there), and offered it up to her.

A beautiful, more than slightly evil smile came upon her, and I felt her excitement and her dominance (still super-high from the strap-on play) rise like a huge surf on the horizon. She took the Sharpie and pulled it away from me forcefully, and I felt her mind running through possibilities, and thinking about areas on my body to place her markings. After just a few seconds of thought, my Goddess, pushed my left shoulder down, jumped from her spot next to me on the bed, and mounted my hips. It was way too late already for me to take back my offer, but it was done in earnest, and I was more than delighted at her reaction.

As I looked up at her beautiful, mischievous face, I dipped back into surrender and subspace. There was something so erotic, so D/s, so "us" about my Goddess straddling my hips, leaning over me, and marking me to her liking with a permanent marker. As long as my skin didn't develop an allergic reaction to the ink...

The few minutes my Goddess spent marking me were absolutely sublime. In a different kind of way from usual, my body was the canvas for the expression of her dominance. I loved the pride she took in marking her toy, her pet, her possession. I was so excited to have my Goddess express her ownership of me in such a manner.

My Goddess finally, and sadly, finished her artwork. She spent some time on both the left side of my chest and the right. I loved the expression of satisfaction she had looking over what she had created, and I was dying to see it myself. She gave me permission to go to the bathroom to check out what she had done.

When I came up to the mirror, I think I skipped a breath when I saw the beauty and significance of what she had done. On the right side of my chest, my Goddess had drawn a padlock, with her initial on the lock, and with a chain running off each side of the lock. The whole drawing is about 3" X 1.5". On the left side of my chest, covering about 5" X 3", she wrote her name in heavy cursive letter, and drew a heart under it.

She wrote her name on me... she wrote her name on me... I think I'm still a little subspacey over it. I know it will happen again... my Goddess told me so this evening over dinner. She really enjoyed that. We both did... and we're still enjoying it today, despite some very slight blurring from wearing clothes over it.

Now, we're just waiting to see how long the artwork will last before it washes off...