Fire & Ice

Yes, Sir. You have finally found that woman who You can drape in Your beautiful Rope. I will be still and patient as You tie and knot and wrap my flesh to bind me to Your soul. Please...Adorn me with your sacred. Yes, Sir. You have finally found that giving submissive who will be honest, loyal, and true. I will serve and obey You as best as I am able with my body, my mind, and my heart. Please...Show me how to please You. Yes, Sir. You have finally found that willing eager masochist to unleash that beautiful Darkness You hide from the world. I will soak up every drop of your cruel intentions. Please...Give me the Pain You long to set free. Yes, Sir. You have also found a lady who can share with You fine spirits, bask in the complicated melodies of jazz, and make You proud to have next to You. I will cherish every moment big and small that we find to share. Please...Let’s explore the wonders and flavors of the city...of the world. Yes, Sir. You have found that ethical insatiable whor

Part I - In case you missed it. I’m in trouble. Hours of conversation later, after feeding each other tasty bits from forks and fingers, my purring Lion slept sated and relaxed.  His arms around the bare curve of my waist.  His head against my breasts.  Content.  Even the usual creases of stress and worry between His brows were gone. I checked my phone and set the timer just in case.  First and foremost was to honor the rules they abided by and the respect that kept them at peace.  Our time together was always finite.  I never fought those boundaries.  They kept me safe as well. Yet, I wished I could give Him more than a handful of minutes of peaceful sleep.  I rained gentle kisses on His head and slowly rubbed His back.  What I thought was an effort to comfort was just as much an outlet to express my affection unseen.  In the silence of our room, I slowly, quietly let myself relax one breath at a time.  His body warmth seeped into my bones.  His purrs soothed me. I looked do

I’m in trouble. He hides His Beast and His passion behind so many layers...politeness, smooth grace, perfect manners, easy conversation, generosity, kindness, patience.  Too often I forget the Darkness that lies dormant and hungry in the lair of His soul.  I forget and...underestimate. Fifteen hours later, on a train surrounded by obnoxious suburban millennials seeking city thrills, I can barely look back at what He did to me.  My soul trembles.  I fight the tsunami of tears I couldn’t unleash last night, I clamp down against a spontaneous gut wrenching orgasm that threatens to burst between my legs, and I swallow a primal scream I can’t quite name the source of. All I know is...He fucked me up last night. I walked in a calm, relaxed, confident lioness.  In well under twenty seconds, He made me nothing more than His bitch and proceeded to drag me through the gutter of my soul. No one has ever taken me so deep.  He seemed to do it effortlessly. I'd entered our room an

I've been piecing together words, thoughts, feelings, but how can I be a poet or a storyteller or even fucking literate when I can barely handle the blaze of endless memories?  Fuck.  He gave me one of the best fucking nights of my life, and my mind can't really yet take it all in. I fly on the currents of our beautiful storm still twenty-four hours later.  My body aches deliciously.  My soul is freer than ever.  My mind...shit...I struggle to string it all together.  Our dark twin Beasts...so well fucking matched. Him.  My Lion.  ~sigh~ Stunning.  Fearless.  My fierce Warrior pushed me further than anyone ever.  He peeled back my truth and feasted Himself on my soul as I came endlessly. And the most exquisite perfect moment... One of the deepest, most intimate... The one that had forever been in my mind... In my deep dark fantasies... Was simply just there... And tears just slipped down my face at how tightly He held me in my most whorish of Truths. Fuck... Joy i

The room was overflowing.  Given the venue (which seemed to dampen sound - good thing to note) two dozen people sat quiet as hell straining to listen to every word the panelists shared about Service. The panel was amazingly diverse!  Various genders, races and sexual orientations of both experienced Masters and slaves.  I was eager to gain more insight, new perspectives, new knowledge.  I jotted down each question to the panelists to ponder later as needed for myself as well as took note of any thought provoking comments.  Then this happened... Question to the Panel (summarized/not word for word): "What service do you provide/receive that you enjoy most?" My IMMEDIATE internal answer (and a fucking movie reel of hot fucking flashback recent memories) screamed through my mind...SUCKING DICK! Yeah...thank every deity known and forgotten to man that I somehow managed not to even murmur  that sledgehammer-like thought cause I was feeling like the bouncy overly happy chick o

My mind is full.  Over the course of the next 48 hours there will likely be a myriad of posts.  Call it intellectual purging.  This month has been insanely packed not just with holidays but also significant family events and travel, as well as emotionally taut incidences.  I simply haven't had the bandwidth, the energy, or the willpower to sort through the tangled ball of yarn that have been my thoughts.  I crashed hard and deep for about three days this week and once again most of today.  To any I may have inadvertently been slow to respond to bare with me.  It's not you...it's simply I needed to recover as well as sort through and release my thoughts so that I once again have mental and emotional space for more. He punished me. I had no warning.  I had no preparation. I could and did and do argue miscommunication at a certain level.  However, despite all that, I can't lie.  My actions were deliberate.  I knew that at the time.  Why I did/didn't do those th

I needed this... Midori's Create Amazing Scenes: Get into their Heads Needed. Needed.  NEEDED. I learned much, but I was fucking reminded more. I. Need. the fucking CONVERSATION. Impossibly somehow I'd lost that.  I'd lost the dialog.  The banter.  The teasing.  The flirting.  The mental exploration of possibilities.  The opening of the door to the mindfuck. All of it.  Was just. Gone.  ~sigh~  I'd lost all the exquisite communication beforehand that lays the groundwork for all the magic that we do with each other. It isn't any single person's fault or influence.  Over the last seven years...between busy schedules, misinterpretation of others' lines, miscommunications, others' waning efforts and crumbling mirages, my struggle to find others truly willing to lead...Between all of that I've simply continued to get quieter and quieter and quieter.  Why waste time talking if no one is actually listening?  If no one truly intends to try a

There’s much talk about being a sub, being a slave, property, pet or being a Dom, being a Master, Owner, etc. We have classes, discussions, writings, debates about how to be the most fantastical at whatever role you identify as yours. I’m not hating. I absolutely participate in and enjoy and learn from all of the conversations too. There's also the Great Debate.  Who truly has the control? The Dom! No! The sub. And then there's the whole...submission is the ultimate gift. SMH. The answer to the Great Debate is both equally hold control. Anyone that argues differently is a damn fool.  A Dom with no sub has no one but HimHerSelf to control.  Sub-Has-Control-ers...try submitting when there's no Dominance. I've tried it...trust me when I tell you that's a lot of things, but it ain't D/s and it ain't holding control. When you're throwing your submission at a brick wall, your submission damn sure ain't some grand omnipotent gift either. Tha

A buildup of desire. A flood of energy with nowhere to go. Emotions that batter and bruise. Though I try to dissipate the chaos. I am exhausted in the continued denial of my need. And the storm rages below my surface for release. Dark thunder pounds through my mind in search of resting place for my submission. Vicious lighting crawls through my veins seeking pain and punishment. An agony of insatiable lust licks and torments my every nerve. FUCK...Unleash the storm in me! I want nothing gentle or kind. The full blunt force of primal hunger and Dominance. Is the only fucking cure for my twisted sinful lusts. Show me that dark merciless beast in Your soul. Take from me all that You wish. With a cruelty born of pure greed and demand. My soul begs... For pain and suffering that pushes reality to the far reaches. To be used with brutal Sadistic intent until I'm a crumpled broken mess at His feet. I am desperate for His fury and passion. My lioness roars to be

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why. Just... The urge... The desire... The instinct... The need... Was simply there. Surrounded by the quiet. With no words between us. In the last bit of time we had in the day... I surrendered. To Him. To us. To my submission. I slipped from His warm embrace and curled on the floor at my Owner’s feet. Slowly... So slowly... I let go. Of what I don’t know. My self control? My pride? My ego? The last defenses around my heart? My...??? I don’t know. I don’t know. He knew. This was no little moment. No casual act. His hand stroked me. His whispered “good girl” became my everything. After long moments. Tears fell. Sprung from everywhere and nowhere. They licked the hem of His jeans and bled into the tiny ridges in His sock. My sniffles and quiet sobs... Gave away my soul. I’m left both shattered and whole. At perfect peace and every seam undone. I didn’t seek this. I wasn’t reaching for it. To have resisted... Would not have been authentic. Woul

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

When demands exceed limits. And life’s pressures take their toll. When You are ready to crumble. Against Your battle with endless chaos. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Our ritual will heal You. Expel Your Demons. Strengthen Your resolve. In me you will find Your peace and solace. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Transfer Your agony to me. Deliver it to my willing body. I will absorb Your pain and frustrations. My whimpers, moans, and cries will ease your burden. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Confess at my plump breasts. Worship the Divine at my round soft ass. Do penance between my pale spread thighs. Sink into my hot wet Heaven. Come to me. Your sacred whore. Close Your eyes and simply pray. Pray. Pray. Feel where Heaven and Earth collide in us. Come to me. Your sacred whore.  I will cleanse Your soul.  And You back together to face the world. ~DominaKat

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

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

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