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 Sadistic Lil Monster

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, but I never felt Her Hunger or Need.

My Monster has awaken.
And that Bitch is fucking hungry.

With every morsel I feed it, She grows exponentially. She's stronger now than ever and paces patiently in Her cage.  I am discovering Her - Her desires, Her tastes, Her boundaries, Her needs.  I am also learning how to control that Bitch.  We both understand that for the foreseeable future She will only ever run on a tight firm leash.

But make no mistake.  My Lil Monster will be free of Her cage soon.
~lick lips~
When She leaves those confines, that cruel Bitch will be hunting for prey.

You've been warned.
~DominaKat

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