Witch's musings

There's something about leaving a physical mark on someone that makes me feel so intoxicated. Whether it's a bite mark on their chest, bruises on their ass, whip marks or welts from canes. It's a physical reminder that I have literally left a mark on their person, on their psyche. I think about them wandering around, thinking about me every time they look at it. I think about how sexy it is to have them come back to me, still covered in my marks only for me to leave more. I especially love poking the marks I've left, causing more pain. I dream about the colors they turn as they heal, like beautiful leaves turning. Purple to green to yellow to fade.