My first submissive still carries a scar and a piercing that I gave him almost 20 years ago.
This makes me happy.
Because… mine.
Because… mine
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My first submissive still carries a scar and a piercing that I gave him almost 20 years ago.
This makes me happy.
Because… mine.
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I have to ask, what did you pierce and is the scar mental or physical ? (sniggers)
Coug
Genitals of course (a hafada), and yes.
Ferns
Blimey Ferns that’s a bit advanced I was expecting an ear or summat, still bravo obviously he didn’t bleed to death or anything……. Or did he ???
Coug
He didn’t, unless I inadvertently created a zombie and didn’t even know it (given my lack of awareness in that relationship, that might be entirely possible!).
Ferns
Yipes!
Yipes indeed!
Ferns
And every time I look at my naked self, I see a reminder of You. This is not a bad thing.
I’m so very (very!) pleased that it’s not a bad thing *smile*.
Ferns
Neither dead or a zombie. Ferns I am a little disappointed somehow :)
Coug
Well, not as far as I can tell anyway. I mean, all I have is emails… no *actual* proof-of-life.
Ferns
Damn. That is so, *so* hot. I, uh, kinda have a thing for permanent marks :)
I can completely understand that.
There is really something visceral about it. Intensely visceral at the time, but even now, there lingers some guttural remnant of that feeling of ‘Because… MINE’.
A piece of him was mine, will always be mine: there’s the proof of my claim.
And yes, hot!
Ferns
That’s right, you have no *actual* proof of my ongoing existence. I could simply be a carefully crafted bot script. Or a surprisingly articulate zombie.
For real proof, that would require a reunion. And a willingness to expose my flesh to you again.
And whilst the smile on my face is one of pure mischief, rest assured that a plan once made would not be reneged with paltry excuses of having other plans over the summer.
Or a figment of my fevered imagination resurrected by my subconscious to deal with the sublimated guilt over my deviant desires…!!
“For real proof, that would require a reunion. And a willingness to expose my flesh to you again.”
True. Proof of your existence is serious business: There must be photos… you know… just to be sure I’m not mistaken.
“rest assured that a plan once made would not be reneged with paltry excuses of having other plans over the summer.”
I am so assured, thank you. And just as well. I mean if it happened a third time, I’d be likely to get violent.
Ferns
Photos too? I wonder if you will recognise your own handiwork after all these years.
Of course photos!
I would totally recognise my handiwork, but mostly because already I know where to find it…
Ferns