I really like my bruises.
I like receiving them. I like being told to present my bottom, and having Helios smack my arse until I cry. I like spending hours with Adonis, building the tension until he bites and claws at my shoulders and neck as I squirm and gasp beneath him. I like relaxed, familiar fucking with Apollo – leaning over him as I ride his cock, watching him suck my breasts intently.
I like watching my bruises develop. Seeing the redness deepen to purple. Rubbing Arnica cream on them (or getting Apollo to rub it on in the hard-to-reach places). Taking the occasional photograph so I have a reminder of them.
I like seeing them fade. Gradually slipping from purple to greyish-blue, into green and finally a pale yellow. Knowing that soon the skin will be pale and unbruised, ready for new marks to be enthusiastically created.
Every once in a while, however, I get a bruise I didn’t intend. More often that not it’s my general clumsiness – a bruise coming up on my shin from where I smacked into a door frame, or a bump on my head from walking under a too-low branch.
Not this one. (This is where I tell you a story where something silly happened, and everyone reading cringes and laughs at the same time. Ready?)
Helios and I were part-way through a session. I was kneeling on the bed, blindfolded and with a dog-collar around my neck – Helios was holding the leash. My arms were tied behind my back, and rope had tied me to the front of the bed, so I was perpetually on the edge of losing my balance and falling forward. It wasn’t comfortable, but then, it wasn’t meant to be.
He was tormenting me. Occasional flicks with the flogger, unexpected smacks on my arse, or breasts, or face. Using his cruel way with words to turn me on and send me plummeting to sub-space.
After a while of this, my thighs were shaking. I had lost my orientation and was beginning to feel woozy, so I asked if I might be able to sit down, crouch properly. After some sneering, I was indeed given permission, and he undid the rope tying me to the headboard, as well another rope that I was unaware of securing me to the endboard (so I couldn’t have fallen over even if I had lost my balance).
Helios was on my left, beginning to loosen the bonds holding my hands behind me, when he told me to lie down. Which is when disaster – or, more accurately, my head – struck.
I took his request literally, thinking that he intended this as a trust builder – to lie down when I couldn’t see what was in front of me. I thought that there would be pillows to land on, or that he would catch me.
He meant that I should lower my torso and curl forward onto the bed. There was a headboard in the way, after all. Of course, I didn’t know that …
I leaned forward, deliberately losing my balance, and fell. However, instead of pillows, my head hit the wrought-iron headboard. With my weight behind it.
(This is where you flinch.)
I actually saw stars – little flashy neon sparks behind the blindfold. And when Helios, shocked, cradled me and removed my blindfold, we both saw blood. As far as damage went, it wasn’t bad – I’d avoided cracking my skull or breaking my nose, as I’d instead hit primarily just above the bridge. However I’d gashed the flesh open on the edge of the iron, and was bleeding a little.
This is why there is a gel-pack in the fridge at all times. Not that I’d needed to use it before…
Helios got my collar off, got the rest of the bindings off, and I headed promptly for the kitchen to get the gel pack, supported by him. Back in the bedroom we both sat on the bed as my endorphins kicked it, and I laughed and cried as I gingerly pressed the pack to my head, occasionally swapping it for a tissue to get the drops of blood. He was appalled that such a thing had happened, I was appalled that such a thing had happened, but there was no blaming – it was an accident, there was no minimal harm done, and it certainly wasn’t either his fault or mine. A pure misunderstanding.
Play was, however, most definitely over. So we lay on the bed and talked for an hour as I slowly calmed down. Talked about our past experiences, about the differences between strip clubs here and overseas, about previous sessions-gone-wrong that we’d both dealt with. And in the end, once we’d both determined that I wasn’t concussed and was likely to live, he headed home and I went to collect Adonis.
Helios called me the next day, to see how I was. Such a good Dom to me.
And I have one hell of a bruise.