In Tatters

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

My Beast's First Purr

Fuck yes.

He leads me effortlessly. I never even realized the incredible threshold we were about to cross. His hand turned the handle silently. I felt the other's touch, I looked at Him, and we were simply there...in the dark fucking depths of my soul, face-to-face with the vicious beast I had forever kept locked and chained from the world.

Fuck me.

Apparently, He has an express elevator to that subterranean level and a master set of keys to my monster's dungeon. lol He walked in without fanfare and stared into the dark hungry eyes of that bitch without a flicker of fear. Others have heard her roars or have stared down into the black abyss of her lair and caught a glimpse of her dragging her heavy chains across that cold stone floor, but not one has ever dared to visit. She's intimidated them all. Except Him.

Oh fuck.

He never fails to leave me slightly off balance. I got a little hazy just being that near her. I love her, but even I had never been so close. To smell her, feel her breath on my neck, to touch that dark dangerous piece of me....

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My heart raced, but I obeyed Him. Yeah...I willingly obeyed. As my arms wrapped around her neck for the first time, I couldn't process shit. Rational, logical thought fled. I simply followed His every instruction. I trust Him. I could barely even see Him with her through the chaos and madness that ricocheted in my head. But what I did see, left me in awe. That wicked, untamed, feral beast simply perked up her ears, cocked her head, stood perfectly still, and ate from His fucking hand like a sweet docile kitten.

What the fuuuuuuuck...Fuck me...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...

In fact He smiled at my monster and stroked her sharp canines. I swear I even heard that bitch purr for Him.

Yeah...she purred. The still drenched scrap of lace panties I picked up off the floor five hours later were evidence of that.

Fuck. ~sigh~ ;-)
~DominaKat

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