Yesterday I had a very important interview for a very important job that would literally change my life. Its actually my second interview and somehow knowing I'm being seriously considered for the position made the stakes higher and turned me into a little ball of crazy. As I sat there squeezing my thighs together and nervously twisting my hands in my lap suddenly felt a dull little pain. The bruise from Daddys love bit a few days ago had finally come in. It might not have magically solved everything but it made me feel less alone and together with him texting me reassurances while I waited it centered me enough to finish strong. My marks are more then reminders of kinky good times or the physical manifestation of his ownership. They also give me comfort when hes gone. They remind me at the end of the day I'm his girl and hes got my back. Now we sit and wait for (hopefully) good news. Maybe in the meantime I can convince Daddy to leave me a few more reminders 🤔
