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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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I Don't Give Any Heart-Shaped Fucks

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Valentine's Day. ~eye roll~ I've yet to spend one in any kind of romantic bliss let alone some hot, sexual, decadent bliss. Today is no different. My lips won't be taken by a Man who Owns my soul. My ears won't hear "I fucking love you, you bitch," whispered in breathless need. My neck won't be feast on by a lustful Beast. My breasts won't be molded with fierce greedy Hands. My nipples won't beg a hungry lover to be sucked My back won't arch closer to Him in ecstasy as His nails drag frantically down my spine. My ass won't be bruised from His demanding attention. My hands won't clutch His as He drives my passion toward our precipice. My legs won't spread to welcome His weight and heat. My pussy won't weep for His fullness to drive into it. My mouth won't wrap around His pulsing dick, pleading for mercy as I suck His soul. That is simply not my fate, and I've loooooong ago accepted this fact. And it&
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Gratitude

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Gratitude...for my slivers of service to the community to be welcomed, accepted, and even celebrated. Gratitude...for those who believe(d) in me - whose voices encourage(d) and push(ed) me to reach further rather than take away from me in order to make themselves feel like more. Gratitude...for those who help contribute in more than casual empty words but in meaningful, authentic, deep words and deeds - to my growth, my ideas, and my passions. It is rare that our journeys taken in isolation.  For those who have joined me for a step, a season, or a reason on my path, I am humbled and honored by your presence. ~DominaKat
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A Good Boy - Part I

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He stood before her sitting frame with his hands behind his back and waited. The temperature controlled room suddenly felt a little warm, and he wished he could shed his t-shirt and jeans. His toes wiggled against the cool hardwood floor and took in the Alpha Female before him.  The contrast between the white chair and her hourglass curves covered in black both excited him and made him uncomfortable. Nerves and excitement jumbled together in an indistinguishable sensation through his body as her eyes traveled down his tall frame. She raised her crop slowly to drag along his zipper. "Leave your pants buttoned, but take your dick out. I want to watch your reactions." She punctuated her demand with a firm slap to his thigh. He reached for his zipper only for the crop to slap at his hand.  He stilled unsure of himself. "What do you say first, boy?" Some unfamiliar feeling joined the tangle of nerves and excitement. He cleared his throat as he felt his face flu
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Introducing: S&M.NYC

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Well...I've gone and done it, with some great help of course!  ~HAT TIP~  I've been itching for the last year for more on S&M.  By more, I mean beyond the usual basic demo class that pops up every once and a while.  I've been hungry for meaty discussions about the in's, out's, approaches, tactics, thought process, etc.  Living in your own bubble is NEVER good.  We all need diverse thoughts and opinions to keep our minds engaged and kink creative, soooo... I've started an S&M Discussion Group in NYC.  My goal:  Create a safe, sane, fun space for S&M discussion.  That's it.  I am by no means an expert on ANY of this shit.  I've got no ego in this.  No political agenda.  I just love to learn and grow and discuss WIITWD and wanted to give back a little to the community that's given me so much. If you're interested in S&M, please join me and BlackMusic (your meeting hosts) on the first Monday of every month for what we hope will be
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/s property Work

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I've been pulling together updates for my profile over the last week or two to better reflect my priorities, goals, and desires with the new year.  A great process that allowed me to reassess the many pieces of me.  Yet, I kept bumping up against what will be one of my greatest challenges this year. While all my lovely thoughts regarding submission are a very accurate reflection of my personal beliefs and styles, the truth is that my /s/property/submissive headspace is out of breath and needs to regroup.  I need time...time to resolve the conflict in my mind between the M/s ideals I believe in and the often disappointing reality of practice I've faced.  Despite being a realistic idealist, 2018 left my submission a bit bruised. No...it's more than that. While I find blessed peace in M/s centric environments ( my church ), I'm currently distrustful of my own personal submission.  Not good.  Not good at all.  I admire others' serenity and joy in service.  I rem
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My Distaste for Crutches

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I guess it was inevitable.  On average I RSVP to a dozen local events every month.  Most of them are groups/events I've already attended in the past two years, but every now and then I try to check out something new.  In January, I RSVP to a more upscale social that I'd heard about a few different times. The day of the event I was still debating.  Weather, tiredness, work deadlines...I was wavering on whether or not to take the side trip downtown that evening.  Checking my Fet inbox cinched my decision...no go. I had two unsolicited emails from 30-ish males seeking someone to hold their hand.  One asked me to meet for drinks with him (REMINDER...a total stranger, not even a profile pic) prior and then go to the event with him.  The other spammy email from an essentially blank profile who also stated no seemingly personal interest in me but wanted to connect at the event. The distaste in my mouth was immediate and strong.  I clicked "Not Going" in relief and anno
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My Church

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Several times the last week I ran into this topic, and it stayed at the top of my mind all last weekend as I struggled to wrap my arms around my next steps forward in my growth and evolution. The "lifestyle."  This thing that I do.  This idea, activities, community that I probably give half of my free time to isn't a simply a little hobby for me.  Or a frivolous pastime. This is... My church. My religion. My chosen set of ideals and frameworks that resonate at the base of my soul where I begin. So long ago as a young teenager, the concepts of Dominance and submission, of service, obedience, of passion and intensity beyond orgasm...they were all just...there.  It wasn't like I had a D/s relationship model I looked up to or a culture norm of male Dominance ingrained into me.  Power/Authority exchange - even with my many feminist standards - was simply the prism through which I viewed life and relationships.  I didn't have words or structures or tangible con
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