Ah marks. Thase lovely reminders of fun and perversion. They shape who and what we are.

Yes dear I leave marks. Over the years I dont think there is a place that I havent left a temperary mark on or had one left. I love to see them. To me they are a visual repersentation of power exchange and the time we share together. Wheather they are visibal on the skin, represented by pain or the subtle ones left in the mind they all bring joy.

Yes I have left and accepted a few permenant marks too. These can be tatoos, brands, scars from cuttings, canes or whips. Or something much more subtle that lives in your memory long after the actions, words and even people have passed.

Yup I love them.