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

Instincts of a Lioness

As night creeps in, I can sense the world crawling toward me to rupture the only reality I want to embrace.  Let the fucking world burn.  I have no use for it anymore.  Don't tell a Lioness to be reasonable.  My only reason is instinct.  I know where I belong now.   

My heart races with memories of Him, and I growl softly.  In need?  In lust?  In understanding?  In truth.  This cannot be undone.  All of me is present.  Fully.  Tomorrow is irrelevant.  So are the damn details.  Only now.  This moment. This...beginning.  Matters.  I regret nothing, and I have no time or patience or desire to reassure anyone or anything.  Even myself.  Instinct calls.

I stroked and clawed at His beautiful frame for hours.  I drank in His scent.  I lapped, sucked, and swallowed His taste.  Shivers flutter down my spine as I relive His fierce control and such total consumption that I could barely stand, and the tenderness of my body reminds me in no uncertain terms that my journey has altered irrevocably.  The imprints of His teeth litter my flesh.  His fingerprints unapologetically stain my skin.  I was claimed with a thousand careful, deliberate intentions.  And I instinctively surrendered to every one of them without fucking hesitation.  

As He reached into my mind and body with an understanding that defied possibility, I gave myself to Him completely to take me where ever He wanted to Lead.  The property was His, and He drove a Lioness slowly...steadily...through the dark terrain that was His Will.  With every step, she responded to His Dominance from a bone deep knowing that a Man such as this could be her...  

My instincts rage.

My Lioness roars.  I only want more.  More.  More.  Damn tomorrow and anything that is not Us and This and Now.  He chose.  He claimed.  I am His.  Now let Us hunt and conquer and sate every animalistic need We spark in one another as Our instincts demand.
~DominaKat

P.S. ~deep sigh~ I can breath now that those words are on paper.  No, there is no need to worry about me.  I'm good...fucking fantastic actually lol, but I will unfortunately be at work tomorrow with the rest of you.  

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