The marks from wearing the tack bra inserts are finally starting to fade. They seem to have lasted longer this time, probably because Master had ordered me to wear them from 8:30 am until midnight. The tacks press in and scratch and occasionally will slightly puncture the skin. The longer they are worn and the more i move about throughout the day, the more uncomfortable they get. Going to the gym with them is torture. i tend to moan and groan a lot, yet they make me wet.
The scar of the word slut that was carved into my belly is not fading very fast. It is quite prominent and i never tend to get used to seeing it there. It's still rather a shock every time i notice it throughout the day.
i do find that being marked is a constant reminder of my place since i see it repeatedly throughout the day. It’s like a little jolt back into the reality that i am an owned slave and am at the mercy to what Master wishes. No matter where i am when i see my marks, i tend to unconsciously bow my head and lower my eyes as i reflect on my Master and His control.
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