Possessive and Uncompromising
I never forget that I am a slave or who owns me. Sometimes, however, I relax.
Sometimes I relax too much.
My lapse last night was not big. There are many Masters who not only would have
overlooked it, but would not have even noticed.
My Master is possessive and uncompromising. He noticed. I was not beaten. The
tenderness of my lips today marks me in a way that visibily, irrefutably shows
others ... and most importantly reminds me ... that I am owned and marked by his
passion and possessiveness.