Today is day six of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the focus today is WRATH. Anger, fury – the passion of rage.
What can you do when there’s wrath coursing through your veins? The slow burn has reached incandescence? I tend to reach for sharp instruments – and wield them on myself. Teeth, fingernails, porcupine quills, hat-pins, even scalpels. Put them to my skin and the ire melts away.
Handily, kink allows me to channel such things in an emotionally healthy fashion. In these photos below, as I roleplayed anger and used fondue forks, the release I felt was very real (and had unexpected results). My thanks to m’Lady Tethys for the design request and for permission to wear my collar for this shoot; and to Hylas for taking the photographs.
There are click-throughs on all images – don’t miss out!
Feeling the anger, the loathing. It bubbles out and I bare my teeth.
I bare my breast and press the fork deep into the skin. I glory in the scores I leave in my skin; the trails of red welts.
The pattern builds, lines crossing one another. I know that I will bear marks that mean something to more than myself for a day or two – and it pleases me.
Switching to the other breast, I press overly hard and a bead of blood wells to the surface. The brightness of it smiles at me, sparkling like my dress. It soothes me even more than the burn from the score marks, and I feel my anger reducing further, the fury receding like the tide…
Patterns complete, the tide washes out completely, leaving me content and calm. I like looking down at them – but I see one line too light, and must re-score it.
Emptied, satisfied, I run my fingers over my welts and embrace myself. I am whole and replete.
I am wrathful no more.
(Shortly after this shoot ended – after quite the endorphin high – I found myself reverting to ‘smalls’ space – the term ‘littles/littlies doesn’t resonate with me – where I become quite young. I became sulky and tired, wanted a soft toy and pillow, needed reassurance and cuddles, and generally reverted very much to being about six years old. For me that’s extremely unusual – it’s only happened a few times before. Even more unusually, we got it all on camera. Photos another time.)
There’s a whole week of wonderful sins to celebrate my blog turning seven years old this week!
ETA: Selected as top pic in the Sinful Sunday Weekly Roundup.