HNT- Bruised Memories

I’d asked for it specifically. Pleassssssse Master, please work my tits over, hard. Don’t spare me…I…need it.

I begged for a week or more before our meeting…and this is what came of it.

It’s a fond memory, one of pain and attention (oh when His focus finds a target,–it comes full-on) and weeks of bruises. A blessing and a curse to remember this so well…

7 thoughts on “HNT- Bruised Memories

  1. This has nothing to do with this post… but I spent all afternoon reading old posts, I still have a lot of catching up to do. Then I checked FB and saw an add about “”. And I wondered… what?? Who is giving out free doms? After I scrolled up I realized it was freedom, not free dom… I blame you ๐Ÿ˜›

    1. yup. hit my arm on the locking mechanism of the local grocery store door (it opened way slower than I was moving …) and I got a whopper of a bruise from that. Even vanilla things get me all the time. ๐Ÿ˜€


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