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

Post Play Conversations with an Ass


Conversation in an unknown masochist's NYC bedroom at 6:45 am sometime in the last week:

Her: ~blinking awake~ oh. shit. Well...Good morning, ass.

Ass: Bitch...what the fucking hell did you do to me?

Her: ~smile~ just some quality play time for my masochist.

Ass: Play time, you say? Play. Huh.  I see. Well then, bitch, today’s about to be an extended version of some mother fuckin play time cuz it feels like you dragged me over a super-sized cheese grater yesterday.

Her:  ~giggle~

Ass:  Wait! Are you...laughin?!? Oh? You think this is funny.  Go ahead and roll over off you stomach then, bitch...

Her: ~GROOOOOOAN~

Ass: ~GROOOOOOAN~ SEE!!!  I tried fuckin to warn you, Ms Fuckin Play Time.  Get ready...we about to have some QUALITY dialog today.  I have no doubt you gonna get tired of hearin my voice.

Her:  Naaaa...well worth it!  ~kicks off covers~  Welllll wor... ~sits up~ FUCK ME!

Ass:  Not gonna warn you anymore since you think this shit is fun.


Texts conversation 12 hrs later: 

Sadist:  How’s your ass feeling this evening?

Her:  Fucking on fire.

Sadist:  Chuckles

Her:  No really...It feels like the damn sun!!!


~sigh~ The aftermath of fantastic play...delightful.  ")
~DominaKat

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