This image is one of several captured at the end of a series of rolling scenes at a full-evening BDSM event. Mrs. Pix attended in her signature attire – a studded leather collar, tall black heels, oceans of creamy skin, and a quiet smile … innocence on full display, nothing hidden … beautiful.
The marks you see, while impressive (at least to me and Mrs. Pix), are calibrated and ephemeral. Anyone who cares to examine closely can notice that there are some marks that are clearly “fresh” while others clearly have been fading already. This transient quality is poses a bit of a problem – photography is forbidden in the open event spaces, yet the marks would have faded by the time we got home.
In order to memorialize the evening, or even to let Mrs. Pix “see” the marks she had earned, we had to sneak a few pics in real time at the event in the only private place available – behind the locked door of a bathroom, with only ambient light from the moody ceiling fixture. I would never have guessed that a few pics so completely improvised could turn out to be so evocative, but they strike us powerfully and Mrs. Pix is very pleased with the result. We hope that some of you may appreciate them as well.