I was able to walk outside this morning with a short sleeved shirt:)! I came home and celebrated by cleaning out my closet of winter sweaters and slacks...and moving the summer things back in. Which probably means there will be more snow....
Master asks me often which part of you belongs to me...sometimes it is a reminder, sometimes He just wants to hear it. This time, it is with a crop nearby....all of me, the butterflies start in as I am trying to anticipate...all of me. After my naked kneeling, Master has me over his lap. I am anticipating his had, when I feel something hard and cool. After a few spanks, I look back and see the hair brush. I ask about a warm up, so he turns it over and uses the soft bristle side from the tips of my toes all the way up to my neck, stopping at certain interesting spots...a few times. Not what I was expecting, but very nice and welcomed. He does return to the harder side of the brush, but I am more ready this time.
He then gets his 'helping hand' crop out...then end of it looks like an open hand. He is smiling as he reminds me...all of you. He starts his 'route' by traveling up and down my legs, increasing the intensity a bit each time. He then starts to pat my back....telling me it is a massage. I laugh and say, hmmmm never seen a crop at a spa, this must be a specialized spa. He assures me it is.
I am then told to sit up and spread my legs. He goes up the inside of me legs and continues between them. I start to tense, as he tells me to relax....I always want to answer back...let's switch positions and you relax...but I nod my head and take a deep breath. I do complain a bit, but that just leads to Him 'checking' and telling me that there is evidence that I am enjoying this.
He then travels up to my breast, going lightly, at least at first. He uses his hands and mouth to soothe them, my favorite part. Master then tells me it is time for my tattoo. I look at him, confused.....he tells me kneel over the end of the sofa. He rubs the side of my thigh and asks if I ready? I know this is going to hurt, so I say Yes Sir, he continues to rub, asking if I am sure. I nod, and after another minute, I say, just do it...and He does. I have a 'tattoo' that blossoms....Master is rubbing it as I flinch, but soon the pain is rubbed away, and I get a look of my reminder....all of me.