I thought I’d share some more of my arse today. I know, you may want to just look away now.
Several months ago I went to a party where I was the lucky recipient of a good flogging. I posted about it here previously. I enjoyed the experience and would do it again (many, many times over), but one thing left me disappointed. The pictures were all ones I had taken myself. It would have been nice to have some that were not quite so up close, some with more perspective. I had asked Daddy to take some pictures but they came out horribly, at least to me. I can be quite negative and extremely picky about the pictures I actually like of myself, though that doesn’t always stop me from posting them.
This is one of the pictures Daddy took of me. I don’t like the arch of my back, or the cellulite, but what I didn’t like most of all was the lighting and utilitarian nature of it. I asked him to take some pictures of my arse and that’s exactly what he did. I didn’t ask him to take pretty pictures of my arse. I didn’t ask him to take pictures to show the beautiful blush from the flogger or the marks from the vampire glove.
After seeing the pictures that had been taken I was able to get a more artsy one that I quite liked. It still showed some of the blush and the bruising that had started, but it also showed off a nice round, pretty bum. The same concept as above, a picture of my arse, but just with a different eye.