Sometimes with addiction comes pain. You know it's going to hurt, but you do it anyway. Last evening my Master teased me until I could hardly stand it and without reaching my peek he stopped and pulled out a kit, placing it between my legs. "Tonight I am going to mark you." So with needle and black ink upon my right hip he made the inking of his personal mark into my flesh, the spider, matching the one upon his back... Heureusement, not as large. It took time and by the end the leg I was leaning against was numb and the flesh upon my right hip was red and puffy from the poking. Mais il est beau! With some salve, I was finished. Marked as his. His little french barbarian. And yes, he did finish was he started, driving me mad with lust upon the top of the bar. Merveilleux orgasme. I love that bar top.