I love being written on. Whilst the experiences I’ve had in the past aren’t sensual or erotic, I can certainly see how that maybe the case. I’ve never written on myself save for scrawling notes or phone numbers onto my hand but I have let others write on me.
For me being written on ticks my degradation boxes. Whenever I’ve been written on in the past, it’s always made me feel humiliated that all I am is a canvas, a thing to be used and discarded at any time, yet it’s also incredibly freeing.
I always cherish any of Sir’s marks. Be it wearing his collar to show the world he owns me, welts from any impact play to him anointing my skin with his cum. This is the first time Sir has written on me and it left me feeling the same way. I am his plaything to do with what he likes, within our predefined limits, and if he wants to mark me to show the world I am his whore, then I will gladly wear those markings with pride.