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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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Acceptance and My Pillars for Poly

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I'm a dumbass. No, really. I am at times. It's embarrassing as fuck. I'm a very intelligent, self-aware woman, so when I follow down an intellectual path and can't see the extremely obvious or suddenly become aware of the very obvious boulder marking my path, it's like "DUH!" ~sigh~ Clark, my sherpa, has a frightening and arcane ability to bring out these "Dings" moments, but this one he didn't initiate, surprisingly. No...I've just been leaning up against this big ass boulder for a while now, and a about a month ago I finally intellectually realized it was there. SMH. I am not polyamorous. Well known and established. I can't love more than one Man at a time. I lack the capacity to manage multiple intimate simultaneous relationships. For better or worse, I am genuinely emotionally, mentally, physically (with some D-directed caveats) monogamous. An Ownership M/s is a great fit for me. However, I am very able to navigat
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Just Fucking More

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I step forward. I no longer stand still and wait for the world to catch up with me. I don't look back trying to make yesterday something it wasn't. It was only what it was, and I learned my lessons well. While much of me remains consistent throughout time, I am more today than I was then, then, then, or then. So much fucking more. Stronger, faster, kinder, softer, tougher, bigger, bolder, happier, sweeter, sexier, more confident, more powerful, more beautiful. Just. Fucking. More.  And tomorrow...I'll be even more yet. I've been held back again and again for years by those that didn't want to make the most of what was in front of them. Fuck that. No more. Never again. I quit being less for fragile egos a while ago. Now for the first time in my life I'm being fed a fucking feast and given the opportunity and freedom to fly high and proud. I have full support and encouragement in front of me, intentionally asking "What do you want?" and not just playing
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At His Fingertips

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Damn, that Man completely fucking unravels me. I have stared at this blank screen for probably 45 minutes. Typed. Deleted. Typed again. Deleted again. I give up. Fuck it. I'm just going to own it, forgo any pretty eloquence, and be transparent to the messy dazed layer of me that hides beneath my calm mostly rational exterior even as I'm plopped on a NYC subway car bouncing my way downtown. My submission is at His fucking fingertips.  He left me senseless at least a dozen times last night. I'm not talking about from phenomenal mind-blowing sex. (Though I can't wait for some more that!) I'm not talking about relentless impact play that left me soaring to the moon. (Can't wait for more of that either!) No...last night we voluntarily skipped those amazing pieces of us to just stay tucked away in the corner of a quiet Midtown lounge and talk for nearly four hours.  Yes, that's right.  All we did was talk.  Yet still I felt His Dominance just as much as if he&#
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Job Description v1 - DRAFT

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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
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My Beast's First Purr

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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
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Is there a kink/fetish for this?

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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
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Quick Update

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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
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