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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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Drip

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My flesh reflects my soul’s original flame. A sacred Goddess of intimate lustful beginnings.  My sexuality drips. From the mounds of my lush breasts. Across the valley of my waist and round curve of my hip. Down the globes of my plump pale ass.  Drip.        Drip.               Drip. I am.  The thousand sins You desire. The apple’s warm sweet nectar. Born in the wickedness of my mind. Falls from my lips and clings with longing to beaded red nipples.  Only the worthy lap at the fountain of my deviant desires. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. More than can be conquered. The whispered disapproval of old hags and broken balls. Amuses my shredded morality. I stand tall, proud on the crumbled ruins of their bitterness. And watch as they choke and drown under my sensual storm. Drip.        Drip.               Drip.  I am. A force of nature they will never possess nor control.  Unable to fathom the sweet surre
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Feel My Storm

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Today's endless rain...  A need to dip into sensuality. A need to remind myself that this thing we all do is usually fun and sexy and not that damn complicated.   So...I finished a piece I started earlier this year.   Enjoy... ~DominaKat * * * * * I shifted impatiently as the plane slowly taxied across the wet tarmac. The pilot had kept his promise and pushed to beat the line of wicked storms closing in on the metro area. I'd waited long enough and had little tolerance for Mother Nature's temper tantrum. I couldn't even put into words everything I wanted. I simply wanted more of Him. Twenty minutes later, despite the swamp of humidity that embraced me, I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally escaped the linoleum sea of airport corridors of one of the Midwest's busiest hubs. I checked my phone, but still no reply. The air was thick and heavy with the coming storm. The same feeling coursed through my blood. The anticipation. The near precipi
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My Chosen Religion

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Every Sunday He prays for forgiveness. Of me. His Jezebel whore. For the nasty hedonistic things we do together. For the depraved divine passions we indulge. For the vicious dark beasts we free from our immoral souls. Naked and entangled. Our sweat mingles as our anointed skin ignites. Morality and responsibilities cease to exist. Groans, sighs, moans, cries become a hymn of gluttony to the gods. I wonder...does He stand in the pew and fight a heavy erection from the memories of our ritual sin? My pleasure and pain are His psalms. I willingly sacrifice myself to His dark demands. He confesses to His disciples. They fight and forfeit to the hardening desires. Then plead for mercy. He is my Angel of Darkness that rises above me. He is my glorious King who lets me drink His hot communion. He is my Almighty as I cum in reverent bliss. He is my Savior when I shattered beneath Him. Sacrilegious sex and BDSM are my chosen religion. I am a whorish goddess. My whi
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Sliced Open...Lick My Sins

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It's rare that I have the bandwidth to write any more, let alone post a finished piece.  It's rarer still that I'm inspired not to give a fuck and simply write to slice myself open unapologetically and spill out the truth of the moment. I'm still learning.  I'm still trying to understand Him.  I know I like that mood He gets in when He believes I might be a handful.  He's harder then.  He's colder then.  He's more precise and demanding.  He's more committed to hurting me then.  And my masochists licks up that pain like a kitten to cream. I am not the same submissive, masochist, s-whatever I once was.  The layers are more separated.  The pieces of me more demanding with sharper borders that don't HAVE to co-exist.  In between each lies the soul of a lioness waiting, watching, wondering. He hurt me. I found a sliver of peace. He fucked me. I found pleasure. I sucked Him. And I sucked Him. I found a whore's reward. His different mo
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Initial Offering - Part II

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My lips drove up and down his shaft as my tongue danced across his head and stroked his length. Wet sloppy sounds echoed through the room. I couldn't get enough of Him. He let me have my way. I sucked. I slurped. I fed from Him. I was ravenous. I latched onto His perfect swollen head and sucked like the ravenous bitch I was, moving in every angle my precarious position allowed. My cunt dripped down my thighs as my desire for Him only burned hotter with each taste. My nails dug into the underside of the soft beautiful wood. With a deep breath I took His meat. Across the ridged roof of my mouth to the soft back and further down my throat. My nose pressed against the warmth of his wiry mat of hair. My throat clenched around his head as I gagged loudly without shame. He groaned in pleasure and suddenly I felt his palm cup the back of my head and force me another inch further onto his dick. I gagged harder. I choked. I needed oxygen, but still He held me firmly on Him. Then He growl
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Initial Offerings - Part I

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We hadn't met, yet I shivered in anticipation. Hours and hours of communication had fueled what I'd known for years, that sparks would fly like wildfire between us. The inferno of us was so close. I took a deep breath. My hand fluttered one last time smoothing the short skin tight red dress barely holding my breasts. I pressed my burgundy stained lips together before I lifted one knee and then another to kneel on the black lacquered bench. I glanced again at the view and smiled wickedly. Once in a lifetime moments should always be relished. Floor to ceiling windows framed the twinkling city's skyscrapers. My hope was that that view paled in comparison to what he'd find in the room. The soft recessed lighting lit the hopefully seductive stage I'd chosen and blended perfectly with the stunning night skyline. Another deep breath. I picked up one of the brandy sniffers with its amber gold cognac and leaned down on my elbows. I cupped the liquid with my hands. An o
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