The closest I came was after one of the typically fantastic sessions with Mistress Briana, who had kept a black leather discipline helmut/hood on my the entire time, I was unaware it had left a black mark down my face. Brianna’s place was dark by design, so I’m sure she didn’t notice it either. When I got home, my wife wanted to know what that was all about. All I could think of in the spur of the moment, was that I had to stand on the metro, I was tired and leaned my face against the black rubber covered pole you hold on to. I’m not even sure they were covered that way, but she didn’t know that and bought it!
