In Tatters

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I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply
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Fire & Ice

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Everything before this was then.
This is Now.

Many, many things have changed.
Some have not.

I’m still at my core a whore.
I’m still in my soul a submissive.

I’m still searching for that relationship where I can truly be a submissive whore.

My Journey Through the Dark has had many ups and downs.  Shit happens.  Hopes I had once nurtured are no more.  Beliefs I had once held have been overwritten with truth. I embrace truth no matter how deep it burns and learn from my mistakes.  (No…the general public will not get details. Go find your soap opera elsewhere.)  Yet despite it all, I regret no part of my journey to date.  I have acted with honor at every step and discovered much about myself: who I truly am and all that I am capable of.

So what else has changed?

A ton of practicalities:  I live in NYC.  I am single and have been for quite a while.  Due to circumstance beyond my control, the kinky, naughty side of my lioness has fallen into a slumber, which I’m actively trying to wake again.  However, the biggest change is I am stronger and happier now than I have ever been in my life.  I plan to enjoy every minute of it I can.

In the next chapter of My Journey I seek only that which adds to my strength, happiness, and well-being.  Yes, in being without an Owner/Dom a significant piece of me is missing.  I hope someday to find a Dom strong and wise enough to hold my leash, but I will not be less in order for a D/M to be above me nor will I curl up in a ball and stop living without a D.  I am still a lioness, not the average stupid little submissive lamb begging to be led by any fool claiming a title he neither respects nor understands. 

The submission of a lioness requires much.  I know.  I am complicated.  I can’t and won’t apologize for it.  I am simply me.  For an intelligent Man of strength, courage, wisdom, and honor, I will be His greatest asset and devoted sub.  For a select few who I trust and respect, I’ll be a cherished friend who will have their back through thick and thin.  For the rest, I will be nothing more than a missed opportunity or a wish never to be fulfilled.

With every word I type – whether a diary-esque post, a bit of hot raunchy erotica (either fact or fiction), or just rambling thoughts on sex, kinky, and BDSM – my goal is to fan the flames of my dark passions and melt the cold prison that hides my true nature.  If you can’t respect or encourage those goals…go elsewhere.

My next chapter begins.
~DominaKat

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