About a week ago, Phoenix and I had just wrapped up a scene where I had left rather large welts on his butt. I had provided aftercare in the form of soothing, cool lotion across the welts, and as I traced them gently with my finger I giggled a bit. I was rather pleased with the efforts, and that pleasure is usually expressed in mischievous giggles.
I lay sprawled on the bed while he sat in the chair next to the bed and propped his feet up, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, as is his post-scene ritual. I gently ran my fingers along his feet and ankles, enjoying the touch and feeling of closeness without feeling smothered. While doing this, I noticed that he had a small spot near his ankle that looked like a healing blister or scratch. The skin was dry and peeling.
I immediately became concerned, and as I ran my finger over it, I looked up at him and said, “You have an owie”. He chuckled and said, “Yes, I have a whole ass full of them.” Becoming distressed, I pointed out the owie on his ankle and kissed it better. Leave it to a dominant little to giggle at the welts and become distraught over an unknown, small owie.
P.S. I later discovered it was not an owie at all, but dried cum. Don’t ask how we get cum on his leg regularly, but it happens.