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

Lioness Shit | Post #2

She really REALLY don’t give a fuck about anything but now.  Fuck yesterday.  Fuck tomorrow.  What are we doing NOW?  She's usually not impressed with my ass unless I'm with Him.

She doesn't give a fuck about words either.  Written or spoken—blah... blah... blah fuckity blah.  Actions, scents, tastes, sounds, textures, touch, feelings, energy...that's the shit that registers.  

She’s dismissive of most of humanity, and the exact opposite when it comes to Him.  Everything to do with Him captivates her.

She holds respect for a chosen few whose energy, experience, and actions meet her standards.  Most of the world falls in the category of prey that she has no appetite to conquer.  Meh.  

I cannot reason with her.  At ALL.  I can only cage her and wait her out.  

Be Warned | She’ll rise pissed the fuck off when fun pain turns on a dime to seriously sucky pain.  I cannot be held responsible next time.  

Her softness and affection are different compared to how the other parts of me express themselves...nuzzles and licks...nuzzles and licks.

His scent soothes her. (May also soothe my lg but unknown for sure...that one lurks deep in the background most days.)

She's fiercely protective of those she loves but also understands that we all must fall before we can run.

She'll either retreat and sleep when she isn't fed or provided the opportunity to run free or she'll fuckin claw at my mind like a savage demanding an escape route.  
~DominaKat

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