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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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Feel My Storm

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Today's endless rain...  A need to dip into sensuality. A need to remind myself that this thing we all do is usually fun and sexy and not that damn complicated.   So...I finished a piece I started earlier this year.   Enjoy... ~DominaKat * * * * * I shifted impatiently as the plane slowly taxied across the wet tarmac. The pilot had kept his promise and pushed to beat the line of wicked storms closing in on the metro area. I'd waited long enough and had little tolerance for Mother Nature's temper tantrum. I couldn't even put into words everything I wanted. I simply wanted more of Him. Twenty minutes later, despite the swamp of humidity that embraced me, I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally escaped the linoleum sea of airport corridors of one of the Midwest's busiest hubs. I checked my phone, but still no reply. The air was thick and heavy with the coming storm. The same feeling coursed through my blood. The anticipation. The near precipi
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My Sadistic Lil Monster

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For years, those closest to me have encouraged my Dominant kink side.  They hoped to see my ferocity translate in the kinky realm.  I dabbled from time to time Topping but could never find the right path in my mind. I kick ass in the vanilla world, and my Ice Bitch/Warrior would absolutely rise when life demands their necessity. Yet I always kept them firmly within very defined boundaries. Some part of me knew I'd be unleashing something I couldn't control on the world. My New Journey this year has expanded my kinky horizon on many different levels.  I've watched.  I've learned.  I've grown. With each step something... more  has stirred in the back of my soul. For the first time, the pieces have started to fall together in my mind, and I've found my way to a buried dark dungeon.  I can now clearly see My Sadistic Lil Monster.  That Beast has always been a part of me, but has simply slept forever in my soul.  Her dreams have whispered to me for decades, b
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Come To Me

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When demands exceed limits. And life’s pressures take their toll. When You are ready to crumble. Against Your battle with endless chaos. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Our ritual will heal You. Expel Your Demons. Strengthen Your resolve. In me you will find Your peace and solace. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Transfer Your agony to me. Deliver it to my willing body. I will absorb Your pain and frustrations. My whimpers, moans, and cries will ease your burden. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Confess at my plump breasts. Worship the Divine at my round soft ass. Do penance between my pale spread thighs. Sink into my hot wet Heaven. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Close Your eyes and simply pray. Pray. Pray. Feel where Heaven and Earth collide in us. Come to me. Your sacred whore.  I will cleanse Your soul.  And You back together to face the world. ~DominaKat
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A Friend In Need - Part II

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In case you missed Part I He said something to His friend and ended the call, tossing the phone on the bed. He shifted my head around before His palm connected sharply with my cheek. "You are my whore, and I want you to please my friend. Do you understand?" Still on my knees with one hand on His rock hard dick, I tried to focus. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir. Do you want me to just suck him?" He let go of my hair, stepped back, and assessed me. After a long minute, He answered. "I won't be able to stay. You know that, but I want you to suck and fuck him, so he can face the world again. He's stressed. You are to put him back together. Do you understand now?" I met His stare without hesitation, resting both hands on my knees. "Yes, Sir." "What turns me on?" "Obedience, Sir. " "Exactly, and what are you going to do?" "I'm going to suck and fuck your friend for as long as i
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A Friend In Need - Part I

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I knew we wouldn't have long, but my only goal was to give Him a small sliver of peace and calm. I hadn't felt well earlier, and He'd had a brutal day. When He called to tell me He was on His way to pick me up to take me to Stamford, the tension I'd felt all day began to recede. After a long fight with city traffic, we finally laid in bed. For over an hour we talked in hushed voices about important things and the little, content to just be. My hands ran over my Lion in constant slow soothing strokes. Eventually the tension faded a bit from His voice, His face, His motions. That's all I wanted. All I needed. I'd brought Him back from the frustrating place He'd been battling with every day since He'd last seen me. When His phone began to buzz incessantly with a call, He got up to check in case it was important. With a polite but unnecessary apology to me, He answered and immediately the melody of His native tongue sang in my ears. ~sigh~ I perched
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First Tests - Part III

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Part I Part II He'd had me on display and at the receiving end of the flogger for hours. However, the best part of the night was yet to come and simply happened organically in the middle of everything. ~sigh~ After letting me fly high through masochist bliss, He'd eventually eased me down once I'd peaked and let others have the equipment. Wanting to give me a break, He walked me away from the equipment through the dim maze and had me rest in a simple table chair against the wall of a busy juncture toward the middle of the venue. I was buzzing. Hard. From...everything. Him. His touch, kisses, presence. Him. The energy of being on display. Him. The divine pain and pleasure as He inflicted on my eager pale ass. Him. Him. Him. Everything came back to Him. He seemed to tower above me as I sat. I craved His heat and open my legs, so He could stand between them and be that much closer to me. I couldn't get enough. My hands caressed His steady thighs. Unable to res
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First Tests - Part II

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Part I (In case you missed it.) For almost two hours He fed my masochist in increments. We'd find a play area, watch others for a few minutes, and then He'd set me up to be displayed and flogged. With each session more people filled the club. Every piece of equipment had longer and longer lines of kinksters waiting to play. Every couple had a larger and larger audience. But most of all...with each session He pushed me a little harder. We were in one of the bigger rooms. Several different couples were engaged in various S/m activities. An older man flogged an older woman in the corner outside the prison cell where sounds of flesh being struck occasionally echoed into the larger space. A woman lightly flogged a younger male as he leaned over a leather bound sawhorse. A naked male stood unmoving seemingly abandoned in the corner with his cock caged and a hood masking all but his eyes, nose, and mouth. Another couple engaged on the single sized wood bed frame sans mattre
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First Tests - Part I

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Down. Down. Down. The industrial sparse warehouse-feel offered no cushion for the easily intimidated. The harsh walls and uncarpeted stairs seemed to grab ahold and strip you of your vanilla masks the further you walked down to the club's interior entrance. Down. Down. Down. Toward one the Devil's many earth-bound lairs hidden in the city, Paddles. Every stair step lowered us closer toward the what would be my truth, His, and Ours. After years of waiting, I'd finally know if some of what I'd always suspected about myself was real. We'd both know if this was truly a beginning of a long exploration or just a short thrill ride. Neither of us seemed to hold any doubt, but as the saying goes...Action speaks louder than words. Words alone are nothing more than empty promises and more often than not mirages of misdirection. With my head high, clad in four-inch heels (Yes, that made me 6' 3" lol), fishnet suspenders, and a very short dress with a
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