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

The Symphony of Pain

Tell me...What is your relationship with Pain today?

Is it a comforting friend?
A brutal foe to endure or conquer?
An entertaining date who provides temporary distraction?
The thrilling dance partner?
A longed for lover that seduces you to submit your dark hedonistic desires?
Or the monster to torment and devour your willing soul?

A palm’s sharp blow.
The rhythmic licks of the floggers' fall. 
A paddle’s thunderous smack.
The snap and slap of a belt’s lash.
A crop’s brutal bite. 
The vicious strike of a cane.
A whip’s hot kiss.

Their impact varies but can all be manipulated with the mindfuck. The best Sadists pluck those mental and emotional strings to accompany pain’s delicious melody and orchestrate a symphony.

When the last note rings in the air how will you want to feel?

Soothed or victorious?
Relaxed or exhilarated?
Post orgasmic, sated, and high from sexual bliss?
Or an exhausted sobbing heap on the floor broken and bruised?

Tell me...tell me your truths...
Only then will I begin to compose your symphony.
~DominaKat

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