What I need header image shows me in a seated, body-folded-to-my-thighs suspension, displaying some of my beautiful marks gifted by sir.

What I Need

What I need header  image shows me in a seated, body-folded-to-my-thighs suspension, displaying some of my beautiful marks gifted by sir.

On Friday I did indeed get what I needed. An intense dose of Sir, the espresso of my love life, sandwiched between heavy traffic and a school run. Our time may have been trimmed, but he knows what I need. He also knows what I want, but whether he chooses to give it to me is entirely in his hands.

You can’t always get what you want,

But if you try sometime you’ll find

You get what you need

The Rolling Stones

I’ve spoken before about my masochism. Pain is a need for me, rather than a want.

I’d recently become overwhelmed by the need for the energy that intense sensation gives me. I craved Sir like never before, partly because I adore him, but mostly because I want to take the pain how he wants to give it. And that’s how it ended up heavily marked on Friday afternoon.

I’m re-energised and delightfully sore.

Yesterday I had a rope session pencilled in with 1001011. There was a picture I’d seen which looked intense to me. He thought otherwise and so we’d decided to put it to the test earlier in the week. And then I had these beautiful marks which, with a careful wardrobe choice, would be perfect for showing off Sir’s art. We got to work, and he was more than happy to help me celebrate these gorgeous developing memories on my skin.

Thank you Sir, for giving me what I need.

Sinful Sunday

What I Need is a celebration of my marks, with many thanks to Sir for gifting them to me on his most recent visit. I never tire of Kneeling In Wait for him.

11 comments

  1. I am very happy for you in getting what you need.

    Excellent job of putting your feelings into words. I wish I could do that.

  2. Thank you for commenting Posy, I can honestly say that I didn’t endure the impact play, nor was it punishment. There was a lot of laughter (giggling from me, chuckling from Sir) while Sir recharged his pain monkey, using our shared language of light and shade to satisfy both of our love languages. Happy times indeed. 🙂

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