femdom relationships/ First/ play Because… mine January 1, 2015 | by Ferns 18 CommentsMy first submissive still carries a scar and a piercing that I gave him almost 20 years ago.This makes me happy.Because… mine.Rate this item:1.00Submit Rating Loves: 12Please wait...// MY FEMDOM BOOKS // Next Post Previous PostYou may also like December 7, 2008 I love… May 6, 2010 Pieces of skin and bone June 9, 2013 Snippets of bambi18 CommentsI have to ask, what did you pierce and is the scar mental or physical ? (sniggers)CougReplyGenitals of course (a hafada), and yes.FernsReplyBlimey Ferns that’s a bit advanced I was expecting an ear or summat, still bravo obviously he didn’t bleed to death or anything……. Or did he ??? CougReplyHe didn’t, unless I inadvertently created a zombie and didn’t even know it (given my lack of awareness in that relationship, that might be entirely possible!).FernsReplyYipes!ReplyYipes indeed!FernsReplyAnd every time I look at my naked self, I see a reminder of You. This is not a bad thing.ReplyI’m so very (very!) pleased that it’s not a bad thing *smile*.FernsReplyNeither dead or a zombie. Ferns I am a little disappointed somehow :) CougReplyWell, not as far as I can tell anyway. I mean, all I have is emails… no *actual* proof-of-life.FernsReplyDamn. That is so, *so* hot. I, uh, kinda have a thing for permanent marks :)ReplyI can completely understand that.There is really something visceral about it. Intensely visceral at the time, but even now, there lingers some guttural remnant of that feeling of ‘Because… MINE’.A piece of him was mine, will always be mine: there’s the proof of my claim.And yes, hot!FernsReplyThat’s right, you have no *actual* proof of my ongoing existence. I could simply be a carefully crafted bot script. Or a surprisingly articulate zombie.For real proof, that would require a reunion. And a willingness to expose my flesh to you again.And whilst the smile on my face is one of pure mischief, rest assured that a plan once made would not be reneged with paltry excuses of having other plans over the summer.ReplyOr a figment of my fevered imagination resurrected by my subconscious to deal with the sublimated guilt over my deviant desires…!!“For real proof, that would require a reunion. And a willingness to expose my flesh to you again.”True. Proof of your existence is serious business: There must be photos… you know… just to be sure I’m not mistaken.“rest assured that a plan once made would not be reneged with paltry excuses of having other plans over the summer.”I am so assured, thank you. And just as well. I mean if it happened a third time, I’d be likely to get violent.FernsReplyPhotos too? I wonder if you will recognise your own handiwork after all these years.ReplyOf course photos!I would totally recognise my handiwork, but mostly because already I know where to find it…Ferns Pingback: Thoughts on thoughts | Domme Chronicles Pingback: Unravelling the past | Domme ChroniclesLeave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published.CommentName Email Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.