Meaningful Marks, Bloody Knees..

Image Credits: The Play And Marks Are My Design, The Canvas Is My Muse Mouse.

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My pretty little girl, my mouse, my muse. We have been posting scraped up knees for weeks on our blogs prior to our visit. Talking about the beauty and the sensation. Talking about the feeling of adolescence associated with them. Funny out of all the sadistic things I’ve done to my Mousey during this play for the first and only time I reminded her of our safe word. This was perhaps the middle of the day or late afternoon. We played a bit and stayed in. She spent much of our time together on her knees like a good girl should. I just got done fingering her on all fours with her head pressed against the window. Knees on the hard floor. We laughed, I kissed her and groped on her ass a bit. She said “oh Daddy my knees hurt” as we sat on the floor together in a casual way expecting some lap time. I replied with “baby awww, your knees hurt? I made you a special place just for that.” I stood up and helped her up. I walked her naked into the other room. I was still fully dressed. My hand on the small of her back I laughed when her brain figured out what was happening. “Knees on the sandpaper pretty girl,” I said. She 100% silently pouted (think I didn’t notice) but never stopped moving toward honoring my intention. Her elbows were on my sofa and her knees on the strips of sand paper. (24 grit industrial grade) We talked for a while. I told her there would be some rough points throughout the day. She knows I’m always warm even when I’m cruel. But I can be cruel. I asked her a few times if she was ready. She said yes. I think she expected impact play. A wanding or fingering. Fucking or a knifing. Instead I grabbed both her ankles with my hands and yanked her toward me away from the sofa. The weight of her body resting on her knees as I pulled her out and across the sand paper. It was harsh and nasty; exactly what I expected. However what I didn’t expect was for one knee to get completely scraped while the other moved above the sand paper. Essentially her weight rode on one knee while the other just pulled up. She gave me her body in this beautiful act of submission and I was giving her this beautiful experience of pain. She suffered this far for two scraped up knees and was soaked in the pain of just one. I grabbed the sand paper and in a minute scraped the other by hand as she was in my arms. She howled in my ear in a tone that honestly I’ve never heard from her or anyone. She broke in a different way and I played really hard with her before. It was a new sound. “Your safe word is…… Did you hear me?” I said. “Yes” I heard from her. Then right back to it I went hand scraping the other knee with the piece of sand paper. She never safe worded. Fucking toughie. 

It's a subs place to kneel for their Dominant and only their Dominant. It's a Dominant's place to give her reminders she can be proud of. These scars signify our commitment to each other, myself as her Dominant and she as my submissive.