The fashion guru's say that stripes aren't flattering. I've never been one to follow fashion, but I beg to differ on this one. There is definitely something to be said for the stripes I wear.
They are the stripes that come from the kiss of leather on flesh. The pretty pink lines are so appealing as I check the mirror. I twist and turn, trying to see all the evidence of a few stolen moments.
I have no concrete idea why the pain that lingers as I shower in the morning, makes me feel happy, but it does. I check and see the minute bruises that mark me. They make me smile, they make me happy. I could wonder how I became so distorted, but I don't.
I just know that what I got, was what I needed. I know I will need it again soon, too.
Life right now may be out of my control. I may need to submit and freely give, according to someone else's schedule. Not a picture I'm pleased with, because it's not his schedule either, but I'm learning to work with it. It benefits me in the end. That's something I need reminded of often.
Tomorrow life will change for us again. This will be the third major life change I've experienced in as many months. No wonder I embrace the pain and the escape it provides, that come along with the stripes I've learned to love so much.
The change that is going to happen tomorrow will make privacy even more scarce. It will require even more of my time and energy being expended on things other than what I might willingly choose to expend them on. Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do about that right now.
This change will make taking advantage of the few stolen moments available even more important for Musicman and myself. With that in mind and the need to start moving forward in my life again, I have started doing the subtle little things that help me maintain that submissive head space I crave.
It may be awhile before I see my beloved stripes again. It may be awhile before I feel the kiss of the leather or the thud of the paddle again. Those stripes will be welcomed when the opportunity to wear them presents itself again. Until that time comes, I will be busy caring for and loving my brand new granddaughter who will make her entrance into this world tomorrow.
I'm very sure Musicman is up to the challenge of spanking Grandma, though I'm still gonna spoil her. That's what Grandma's are for aren't they?