Fun with a permanent marker - From the diary of slave Katinka

“Fun with a permanent marker“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

I'm quite a polite girl, but sometimes I forget to say "Ma'am"... Not on purpose, I just don't always think of it. I was at work, diligently getting on with things, until it was pointed out to me that I hadn't said "U". As a punishment I had to draw a U around my nipples with a red permanent marker. I pulled open my drawer. Rubbish, rubbish, nothing. In a colleague's drawer, nothing either. I ran downstairs and pulled open the supply cupboard. Yes, thank goodness! There was a red permanent marker. Quickly up in the lift to the third floor, where I always go to the toilet, because at least there I have a bit of space.

I took off my top and, as well as I could, I drew a U and a U around both of my nipples, with a photo as proof. I was bouncing around quite a lot, but at least I had completed my task, and fairly easily too.

Cheeky again

A little under a week later I was cheeky to Mistress Moriah again. It just happens sometimes without my noticing, I don't mean it that way at all, but well, it just slips out. This time, as a punishment, I had to write the following text on my belly with a black permanent marker: 'I am a very stupid and cheeky girl.' Before I was allowed to write it, though, I first had to look at the floor for five minutes. While I stared at the floor I sat grumbling to myself. Damn it, why not just red again? This pen was one I still had in my desk drawer. But I was sure I didn't have a black one... So after five minutes I ran downstairs again. Threw the cupboard open and... I could see all the colours, neatly sorted in little boxes. Colour by colour. But the box for black was empty. Completely empty.

Squealing with joy

I immediately broke out in a sweat. In a panic I checked all the boxes to be sure and yesss! Among the green markers, there was one black one. I could have screamed with joy. I think I actually did. Something along the lines of: Yippee-yay, while I ran quickly back upstairs to the toilet. In the toilet I quickly threw off my clothes, wrote the text on my belly and swiftly took a photo...

Mistress Moriah was satisfied again for a while, but by now I also know that it never lasts long... Maybe I should have grabbed one of all those other colours straight away. Just as a precaution. You never know, after all.

slave Katinka (aka slave anne)

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Text: slave Katinka
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