I love having marks from play. Especially bruises, on my bum or tits. You know, the sort you can feel every time you sit down, or the sort you poke occasionally, just for that little rush of pain. The sort that you can remember the fun times past by. Unfortunately, it seems that these days, I just dont mark! After the nice, long heavy beating I took on Wednesday, you’d think I’d still be deliciously sore. But I’m afraid not. All I have to show for the beating is a couple of little lines from the singletail. Nothing worth showing off.
However, I do have some very pretty marks from the cigar play after the beating: 
(apologies for the poor self-photography skills!)
Now, I absolutely adore being burned, whether with wax, cigarettes, or cigars, and at the time, I was wishing that W would burn me more, but looking at the picture, it seems he burnt me more than I realised. Those marks will be gone in a few more days, I would think, which makes me sad.
But then I can just start looking forward to the next lot of marks!!
