~Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)
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~M. C. Escher (1898 - 1972)
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I read somewhere on fetlife that Thursday, April 21 was "Take Your Kink to Work Day", and in preparation I asked Shepherd for bruises. He was very generous. Very. (And there was a dagger involved, but that's another post altogether.)
In addition to the bruises, I of course wore my elastic band. Shepherd instructed me to snap the band in conjunction with every "Good Morning" greeting or 'Thank You" I received. The total was seventeen... and my wrist was nicely red by the end of my four hour shift.
The bruises weren't the sort that _sub_girl and I talked about when we first met... they did not ache and remind me of him every time I shifted in my chair, because too much time had passed from Sunday to Thursday for them to still be that tender. But I still knew. Beneath my black skirt... they were there.
In addition to the bruises and the elastic, I wore a simple chain around my neck, and a blouse that was laced up the back like a corset, with Scarlet ribbon -- this in honor of Sir Poet, and at his request. My shift was only four hours, and fairly uneventful, though the thoughts the whole event afforded me were quite yummy indeed, and that made the work day go all the more quickly.
On the drive home, I realized something.
I take my kink with me to work every day.
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| by scottfeldstein on flickr |
I am who I am. I am dark and twisted, and surrounded by the things in my life that represent the wonderfully loving, kinky, power-exchange relationships I enjoy. There is a darkness in me that goes with me everywhere I go. It looks out at me from my own eyes when I stand before a mirror. It is part of who I am.
Everywhere I go, I meet that girl in me that is wonderfully kinky.
I hope that never changes.
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