Hard Shoulder.

Shoulders are mentioned a lot in our language. We offer people a shoulder to cry on. We give people a cold shoulder sometimes. And, of course, we have the hard shoulder at the side of the motorway for emergencies.

Normally ending up on a hard shoulder would be the most memorable part of a day. But on this occasion, it didn’t stand a chance. Yes, I had broken down. Yes, I was scared about what could have happened. Yes, I was angry with the garage who had claimed that there was no problem and that my car had been fixed.

However, when you look at the picture that I took (ensuring both my safety and that I was not distracting others), you will see that I have some beautiful marks that hint of the amazing slutty and masochistic day I had enjoyed.

I’d spent the day collared and leashed, being beaten, used and shared by MonstrousJaffa in a way that made me float with joy. I’m still overwhelmed with how amazing the experience was.

So, despite the best efforts of my car to make me need a shoulder to cry on after ending up on the hard shoulder, it turns out that my happiness is completely indestructible when it has come from a day like that with my awesome partner, Jaffa.