The following piece was written for last night's ONYX Pearls NY-NE's February 2021 Event—Confessions of Love & Lust: Spoken Word & Cigar Social. My first public reading... ")
Thank you to my Leather Sisters and Siblings for the chance to share my words and to everyone who attended as well as ALL the love and finger snaps for my piece!!!
~DominaKat
Another long winter’s night has consumed the city, and the cold has seeped well into its pores. A glance out the window of my five story walkup proves again that the once never dormant streets of New York are abandoned. No souls dare the bitter walk or the lonely drive at this hour. With a sigh I roll over, and my nude flesh snuggles deeper into my warm nest of dark linen sheets and soft blankets. Only the strange unbroken silence of a pandemic-gripped world and haunting memories of long ago passion attempt to lull me to dreams. Despite exhaustion nagging my soul, sleep refuses to come. Maybe...if I confess...maybe then I’ll finally slip into the cradle and comfort of the Sand Man's arms?
Will you share some time with me tonight and stand witness to the confession of my wicked ways? Bless me, dear friends. I have basked in sins. It has been many years since I’ve been able to give voice to my deviant desires. Please be patient as I unburden my twisted soul.
Where should I begin?
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There's the time at the swinger's club that began with just the two of us. Within minutes it turned into three of us when He had me lick the pussy of a young woman obviously growing bored with her date's inept fingers. Watching her eyes roll back in her head as my hot wet tongue lashed at her smooth fat lips and bulging clit spurred him to finally fuck me as I needed. Hard. Deep. Rough. His bruising grip on my hips held me steady, while His thrusts rammed again and again into my slick, greedy cunt. I lifted my head. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like a dirty whore!" It wasn't long before the hot gush of cum splattered my thick thighs. The first of so many fucking orgasms that night.
Our threesome shifted after she asked me for permission for some of that good dick. I held open her eager pussy as He sank into her nameless hole and grabbed me by the neck to lock me in a soul searing kiss. Twin monsters feasting on our shared dark passions. ~sigh~ Our beasts devoured everything in our paths that night even as our group of three eventually evolved to six. Or was it seven?
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Yes, it's true...a monster...a beast...a thing definitely not civilized lives inside me. Sometimes my hunger isn't always for dick and sex but another's oh-so-willing demise at my hands.
There was that evening with that pretty slave. I'd feel guilty for what I'd done if it wasn't what she longed for. I'd feel regret for what I made her take if I hadn't spent hours in negotiations with them both. Her Master needed me to do the cruel things he couldn't. She needed me to take everything she was desperate to give.
I ran my palm down her smooth back to cup a plumb ass. Her warm skin and loose muscles told me more than her soft hums just how relaxed she felt after the flogging I'd given her. Stepping closer I pressed the heat of my corset bound breasts against her side, crowding her space.
"Feeling good, little one?" I asked in a whisper.
She smiled sweetly and nodded so eagerly. "Yes, Domina. Thank you sooooo much."
My grip on her ass cheek tightened a fraction. "But that's not why you're here is it, bitch?" I growled. My grip suddenly clamped down hard, and my nails dug into her tender skin. Her gasp was music to my ears.
"No...No, Domina. It's not," she replied quickly.
I snaked my other hand under her raised arms bracing her against the wall to wrap my fingers tightly around her jaw and bring her face toward me. "And why did you come to me?"
She opened her eyes, barely raising them to meet mine, and whimpered softly. "For your pain, Domina. For your pain."
A dark laugh danced from my throat. "Let us begin, my foolish little pain slut. You may hate me before I'm through," I said before nipping her shoulder with my teeth.
I stepped back releasing her entirely from my touch. A heartbeat later, my black leather strap fell once, twice, three...four times across her ass and back. The harsh slaps left her gasping for air and her plump flesh trembling. Then she stilled as prey does when it realizes danger, and I watched as true peace settled over her and Pain silenced everything in her masochistic soul.
With the press of a button dark pulsing music filled our dimly lit space, and I set to work. Her body became the canvas for my strap, my dragon tail, and my single tail whips. For nearly an hour their hot kisses licked at her thighs, bit into her breasts, and breathed fire over her ass. With every strike a seductive sadistic power rose from some long-buried fucked up place in my soul to fill me.
Her whimpers, moans, and cries intertwined with the seductive rhythm and bass accompanying our intimate dance, and eventually the unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the air. She arched her back and spread her legs wide instinctually seeking what she needed most.
A cruel smile she never saw tugged at my lips, and I reached for my custom leather ball buster whip. The three thongs each ended with a heavy leather knot and falls. Without warning I swung underhand and landed a complicated punch of thud and sting between her thighs. Her head fell back with a moan, and she beared down harder, before her hips bucked in vain for something to hump.
The music faded with the last notes of the playlist and my timed signal that her Master would arrive shortly to pick up the pieces of his slave. "You're such a greedy fucking pain slut. Look at you. Just begging for it."
Between labored breaths, she replied. "Please, Domina...fuck...please...please let me cum? Plea—"
Another harder swing cut off her words as it landed with a thump against the strip of her soaked panties. She held her breath teetering on the edge. I shoved her into the abyss with a final swing that pummeled her cunt and lifted her to her toes. She bit her lips to muffle her screaming orgasm as hot cum sprayed between her feet.
My monster drank her surrender.
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~sigh~ I confess. My monster can be cruel, but even that's not the full depth of its depravity. Sometimes if caged too long it becomes almost feral...reckless...
There was that time at that Midtown hotel. It had been weeks since we'd been able to connect, and my hunger for Him had me edgy. I'd met him at the hotel restaurant where he was already seated. Ever the gentleman, he kissed my cheek and proceeded to check on my day and ask about family. No hint of need or desire echoed in his demeanor. The vanilla chit chat, the kind eyes and gentle smile, and even His mention of church on Sunday left my desire sputtering and confused.
After the check was paid and we were in the elevator, I wondered why we were even going upstairs. My patience was thin, and I could feel my inner beast throwing herself against her cage, barely contained. I was in no mood for any more fucking civilized behavior.
Once in the room, I tossed my bag on the dresser and kicked off my heels. He closed the door with a quiet click before His fingers began to loosen his tie. "Undressed and get on the bed," He said casually as He slid off His suit jacket and laid it over the back of a chair.
The surprised arch of my brow went unnoticed. He simply worked His cufflinks loose and slipped off His leather wingtips. I shook my head and moved to open the luggage I'd left earlier that day.
"Take off the dress and get on the bed," He said again.
My patience broke. I cocked my head and met His gaze with defiance. "Fuck you," I replied. "Make me. I didn't come here for some polite missionary fuck."
My unexpected rebellion and foul mouth caught his attention. He met my eyes, and I watched in curiosity as the clear gaze of "busy single dad and vanilla community leader" slipped to reveal a darker more powerful primal force.
His hands lost their slow easy pace to tug at his belt buckle in impatience. His jaw clenched before he spoke. His voice dropping in a tone that tickled the back of my neck. "Don't test me. Get on the fucking bed."
I raised my chin. "Make me," my beast answered, finishing with a wicked gleam in my eye.
Before I could breathe, he was on me, like a starved lion broken free from his chains. His fist sank into my hair. pulling my head back, and His mouth descended on mine. Our lips and tongue dueled in a fight of primal lust finally freed. He broke our kiss, and a harsh slap landed across my flushing cheek. "I came here for my whore."
My cunt clenched and a trickle of wet heat slipped through my pussy lips.
His hand ripped at the tie holding my red wrap dress together to reveal my black lace bra, matching thong, and black sheer thigh highs. He released my hair and greedily dragged his hands over my curves.
Despite the fire sparking between us, my beast still raged. "Fuck you. I came here for Dominance and that Beast you keep caged behind your polite, civilized walls. Not your boy scout/church deacon attitude."
He snatched me by the neck and feasted again on my mouth while His free hand bared my breasts to His touch.. Each break for air was laced with "Bitch." "Whore," "Mine," endearments my own monster understood as a mating call.
My fingers clawed at the buttons of His dress shirt to reveal His heated flesh, and my thighs spread to rub against the fierce bulge in His pants.
Without warning He released me and shoved me to the bed, where I landed in a sprawl. His frame towered above me as He pulled His leather belt from their polite loops. I panted and simply spread my legs in greedy taunting. THIS. This primal battle of beasts is what I needed most.
He wrapped the folded leather around His fist for a tight grip, but His eyes never left the wanton picture I made on the bed. "You tempt me as no woman ever has." His admission seemed to shred the last of His civilized control as He unleashed a torrent of lashings.
The pain and intensity calmed me in a way nothing else could. I laughed as adrenaline shot into my veins and slickness pumped through my aching hole. Unwilling to surrender so quickly, I turned and began to crawl across the bed, but His hand whipped out to grasp my ankle and send me tumbling to my stomach.
He gripped the fabric of my thong and dragged me to my knees before one of the seams broke and left my dripping hole bare. I heard the rasp of His zipper, and then the smooth heated crown of His dick drove between my swollen pussy lips. "Fuck you, you whore. You'll take my dick now like you were meant to."
He gripped my hips and shoved every inch of His meat inside me and broke my remaining trace of sanity. I came in a senseless moan as I clenched around His rock hard dick. Finally my beast was where she belonged under Her man, being used and taken violently. ~sigh~
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I'd continue, but I think my time may be up. Unfortunately, I also know sleep will not come easy tonight. With my confessions, you've seen glimpses of the monster inside me. Please tell me...after all that I’ve now shamelessly shared, will you grant me a path to an absolution I don’t want? Or will you instead join me with your own greedy, wicked lust, and twisted desires? Tell me...what sins to do want to commit with me?
~DominaKat
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