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

Unleash My Storm

A buildup of desire.
A flood of energy with nowhere to go.
Emotions that batter and bruise.

Though I try to dissipate the chaos.
I am exhausted in the continued denial of my need.
And the storm rages below my surface for release.

Dark thunder pounds through my mind in search of resting place for my submission.
Vicious lighting crawls through my veins seeking pain and punishment.
An agony of insatiable lust licks and torments my every nerve.

FUCK...Unleash the storm in me!

I want nothing gentle or kind.
The full blunt force of primal hunger and Dominance.
Is the only fucking cure for my twisted sinful lusts.

Show me that dark merciless beast in Your soul.
Take from me all that You wish.
With a cruelty born of pure greed and demand.

My soul begs...
For pain and suffering that pushes reality to the far reaches.
To be used with brutal Sadistic intent until I'm a crumpled broken mess at His feet.

I am desperate for His fury and passion.
My lioness roars to be forced unequivocally to her place.
His sacred whore begs to be worshipped in our filthy sins.

For long moments...
Strip me of my pride and strength.
Make me wallow in the humiliation of our wickedness.

FUCK...the storm must consume me before it destroys me.

Only then will I find my peace and tranquility and place in this world.
~DominaKat

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