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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

Job Description v1 - DRAFT

My Sherpa, Clark, is a fantastic sherpa.  Seriously, he's one of very few people in my entire life that actually challenges me and makes me step up my intellectual game.  I'm truly blessed to have met him on my journey. Clark asked me about ten days ago, now that I'm owned, essentially what my job description was as K's property.  I don't even remember what my initial reply was, but every time Clark starts a sentence with, "Domina..." I already know I missed the mark and am about to get my intellectual ass smacked.  "Domina..." led sentences continued for the next several minutes as it took me a few tries to come at my answer from the right direction.  Even then I wasn't satisfied.  It wasn't enough...not nearly enough.  I've continued to contemplate since... Position as K's Property's v1 - DRAFT  Summary To be His strong fierce lioness willing and able to follow the Lion that He is without question and to serve in wh

My Beast's First Purr

Fuck yes. He leads me effortlessly. I never even realized the incredible threshold we were about to cross. His hand turned the handle silently. I felt the other's touch, I looked at Him, and we were simply there...in the dark fucking depths of my soul, face-to-face with the vicious beast I had forever kept locked and chained from the world. Fuck me. Apparently, He has an express elevator to that subterranean level and a master set of keys to my monster's dungeon. lol He walked in without fanfare and stared into the dark hungry eyes of that bitch without a flicker of fear. Others have heard her roars or have stared down into the black abyss of her lair and caught a glimpse of her dragging her heavy chains across that cold stone floor, but not one has ever dared to visit. She's intimidated them all. Except Him. Oh fuck. He never fails to leave me slightly off balance. I got a little hazy just being that near her. I love her, but even I had never been so close

Is there a kink/fetish for this?

So...I'm curious. if you're soaking wet (nearly through your skirt) in the NY public library (yes, the big ghostbusters one), and semi-seriously contemplating being sprawled out on that beautiful antique wood table taking the delicious hard dick under your hand just millimeters under some very lovely tailored slacks in front of the security guard and a handful of quiet library visitors, just what kind of kink/fetish does that fall under? And if anyone knows a quiet perfect corner to suck aforementioned dick without being arrested, please feel free to PM me. That beautiful building is now on my "places to be naughty as can be" bucket list. ~sigh~ Damn, that Man gets to me something serious. Wrecked my train of thought at least a dozen times. That pen going up my skirt between my slick thighs didn't help either. ~DominaKat

Quick Update

Oh fuck yes. Him. Him. HIM. He ran His lioness hard and long. Again and again. Sheer fucking bliss. He was amazing. He took me so many places I've never been. It was fucking perfect. More later when I can think. And yes, my ass was on fire most of the night. It still burns sweetly. ~sigh~ Yes, Him. ~DominaKat

Ready to Run

Next steps. New experiences. No. I'm not nervous. lol Quite the opposite. I've never been more fucking fearless and strong. The choices I'm ready to make have never been made with such confidence and clarity. I move forward toward...MORE in every aspect of my life. My lioness is finally wide awake and ready to fucking run. ~ROAR!~ To New Beautiful Beginnings! ~DominaKat

Public Consumption

I have never played in a public club.  Yes...really. Reeeeally. REALLY!!! lol Trust me...that still missing piece of my journey wasn't due to my lack of desire. But moving on... I don’t even remember how that fact came up in our conversation. His immediate response completely overshadowed anything that came moments before.   Without hesitation He claimed that rite of passage for His Own.   Damn, I Iove how He absolutely seizes opportunity.   It wasn’t some “someday” bullshit either.   ~sigh~   The decision of when and where came in His next breath. Now that our visit is only days away, I'm contemplating... I am an exhibitionist.  No doubt.   But like everything else in kink-land, my depths have never been explored let alone exploited or tested.  No. There is no fear.  My eyes flash at a challenge.  My muscles clench in anticipation.  So much to discover, understand, fucking relish.  Even if I fail, I embrace pride and joy in the experience.   Yet as with al

What Will Be

Without hesitation, He sweeps aside every challenge with a clear decisiveness I've rarely seen, and my Lioness purrs. That Man knows what He wants. He wants me. I think it may have taken an hour - if that - for Him to decide. No bullshit.  No needless games.  No coward.  He laid it out unequivocally. I should say I was shocked or stunned or in awe, but I can't.  For reasons I can't explain only feel, instead all I can say is the rightness of Him and His decision simply settled into my bones. Yes. Him. This. I don't know if He knew or felt it, but that was my first act of submission.  My full acceptance that His decision was genuine.  There was no tug of doubt in my heart, mind, or body.  He wanted me. Yet, understanding the complications of life and the impulsiveness of desire, the grown woman in me held steady to see what would be. Would this beautiful Lion disappear into the night once He boarded His train? Would He run when He understood how complic