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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My Chosen Religion

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Every Sunday He prays for forgiveness.

Of me.
His Jezebel whore.

For the nasty hedonistic things we do together.
For the depraved divine passions we indulge.
For the vicious dark beasts we free from our immoral souls.

Naked and entangled.
Our sweat mingles as our anointed skin ignites.
Morality and responsibilities cease to exist.
Groans, sighs, moans, cries become a hymn of gluttony to the gods.

I wonder...does He stand in the pew and fight a heavy erection from the memories of our ritual sin?

My pleasure and pain are His psalms.
I willingly sacrifice myself to His dark demands.

He confesses to His disciples.
They fight and forfeit to the hardening desires.
Then plead for mercy.

He is my Angel of Darkness that rises above me.
He is my glorious King who lets me drink His hot communion.
He is my Almighty as I cum in reverent bliss.
He is my Savior when I shattered beneath Him.

Sacrilegious sex and BDSM are my chosen religion.

I am a whorish goddess.
My whispered hungers our scripture.

My greedy wet mouth pays homage.
His forceful hands He lays upon me.
My tithe a slick cunt submitting to the ecstasy of His rigid phallus.

I am His sin.
I am His blessing.
I am His crime and punishment.
I am His redemption and salvation.

I find my peace at the alter of the world.
With my legs spread like a temple.
My heavenly breasts heaving.
When I'm basking in the holy pleasure and pain.
Of a Man's darkest most sinful lust.

Oh yes...I vow that I am well on my fucking way to hell.

Now...Let us pray.
~DominaKat

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