This morning, getting dressed. Slipping my belt through the loops and thinking about how this was once his belt in my hands.
This was once dipped inside of me to show how I was his and the effect he had on me.
It was used to show me the pleasure that could come from the pain he wanted to give me.
My pleasure was his pleasure in every form.
My skin was his skin, marked beautifully to show his ownership, even when it was in my hands to do it.
