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

Passion, Pain, and Pride

No, I won't.
I will not chase the wind in vain.
The wind must come, seek, and embrace me.
 And I will gratefully accept and submit to His force of nature.

We disagreed on tactic, yet He couldn't deny what my logic had determined the outcome was likely to be. He looked at me. Truly looked at me. A rare pause. Not clouded with lust or desire. He saw what had been there since the moment we'd met. "You're a proud woman."

I didn't know how to respond. I've had more than a week to consider His observation. I can not deny that truth. 

I am proud. 

I doubt He'd want me if I wasn't. He desired a proud lioness not a quivering timid lamb.  I warned Him as I have everyone before...I am...complicated. Yet...oh so very simple as well.

I know.
More than ever.
The wealth I have to give.

My fierce passion.
My sweet pain.
My unselfish love.
My utter devotion.

I will not waste myself on careless, short-sighted fools.
I refuse to reward lack of will, effort, or character.
Never again.

Never fucking again.

I understand.
As I never have.
The value and worth of all that I can offer.

To a Man with Courage.
To a Dominant with Strength.
To a Sadist with Vision.
To a Master of His own Will and Self.

I demand for myself.
Real and tangible.
Presence and intent.

His greedy gaze that devours. 
Confident, hungry, determined hands. 
An unwavering mind clear in purpose. 
A demanding simply for some but every fucking thing possible. 

I don't give without a taking. 

Lips and teeth and tongue that latch onto prey.
An unwavering grip that frees me of all reason.
A driving force that leaves me breathless and dripping.
Vicious needs that spawn at the root of the primal soul. 

Sadistic pain that claims His willing victim.
Dominance that leaves no uncertainty who leads and who follows.
Sexuality that demands as His right my passionate inferno.

Capture me.
Don't ask or hold back. 
Take possession not simply my body but my mind and soul.
Show me the wild dark territory we will claim as our own.

I'll settle for nothing less.
It's what I deserve.
His reward will be everything that I am.

And all the treasures I have yet to discover in the dark depths of my soul.
~DominaKat

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