Fire & Ice

While I may seem calm, note the hint of a mysterious smile as I make my way Uptown. My pussy’s wet. The hot slick kind of wet that begs to be fucked. Hard. Mercilessly. ~sweet sigh~ It didn’t matter how well behaved we were...that things never got hot and heavy. My body responds to Him. If He'd bent me over the hood of the car and shoved my dress around my waist, He could have sunk nuts-deep in my hungry cunt with a single easy stroke. He would have found Heaven. That’s what happens to me around Him despite any logic or reason. He wakes the whore in me like no other. The frightening thing is...We've barely scratched the surface of us. A thousand opportunities are within our grasp if we only could reach together and indulge. So many opportunities left to be expose and explore. Damn...somehow, I managed to get even wetter. At least I'm home now and can spread my legs like a proper nasty bitch.  ~sigh~ ~DominaKat

There is no equality in my kink. Read that again. Notice the key words "MY kink." I'm not talking about my expectations for the community as a whole.  I'm not talking about the big ol' world of Fet.  I'm not talking about any munches, classes, play spaces, or events.  I'm talking about MY own personal kinky shit here. In my corner of the sandbox aka my profile/my sex life/my relationships I get to set MY own damn boundaries without apology, and my consensual kink is very much all about some unequality.  Don't look for fucking politically correctness here.  It doesn't exist. I crave Male Dominance - a male Owner who enjoys the fuck out of Controlling me, Conquering me, making me his nasty whore.  How un-fucking-feminist of me. I seek acts of Male violence on my Female flesh and mindfucks that would cause a nun to swoon.  Not something vanilla #MeToo would embrace. I get hot and horny when my Male Owner objectifies me, uses me, degrades

Tumble.  Tumble.  Those thoughts.  On top and over one another.  Chaos and sanity.  Disconnected yet intertwined.  I find I have no desire to explain any of it - merely a need to acknowledge their presence and let them go. # # # # # In my long ago younger days of trial and error after a brutal breakup, I had an acquaintance - a booty call - a fine-ass guy, reasonably intelligent, no drama, good in bed.  Maybe not the most satisfying encounter(s) of my life by any means but easy and simple.  Now and then, we'd run into each other and take the edge off the harsh realities of the world for a few hours without the complication of all that a relationship entails.  There was no follow up phone calls.  No interference with his other relationships.  No hard feelings about time, distance, or other responsibilities.  He knew and respected all the unwritten booty call rules.   Until one night, he didn't.   "I keep thinking...maybe...you know...we could be more."  

I am fucking fierce in protecting those I love.  It's not a pretty thing, nor is it kind.  When a battle line is drawn and a fight is at hand, I pull no punches with my team or against those that seek to cause harm.  Everything I say is true.  My recommendations are 95% of the time on point. My ex used to say I that I often handed out the truth on a garbage can lid rather than serve it on fine china.  He was right.  When the truth is ugly, I've found most people pretend it's not there if it's sitting on pretty, fragile, dinnerware.  But when time is of the essence and the risk is great, slam that garbage can lid on the ground at someone's feet, and usually they finally quit fucking around and acknowledge its reality. I can be ruthless.  I can be vicious.  I will fucking draw blood and feel no remorse.  I never start shit, but I will fucking finish it. I've learned the hard way that bullies, manipulators, and attackers rarely take hints.  Hints or nudg

To feel vulnerable under the Weight of His Strength. To give freely when He Takes. To fight by His Side. To serve His Demands. Submission... To surrender beneath the Comfort of Competent Authority. To rely on Consistency and trust in Follow Through. To ache for His Approval. To obey His Instructions. Submission... To be wanted at His Feet. To bask in His Attention. To be used on my knees as He Sates His Pleasure. To anticipate and fulfill His Needs. Submission... To bloom and grow under His Nurturing. To work toward His goals. To follow His Direction. To believe in His Leadership. Submission... There is nothing in the world that makes more sense or is more beautiful to me than M/s.  To simply witness it warms my soul and fends off the cold chill of winter. ~DominaKat

I've loved. I've been in love. Mmmmmm...I've been in lust! I've been fucked poorly, rarely, well, passionately, and with earth-shattering pleasure that rendered me senseless. There's been a handful of one night stands, a sprinkling of short tepid time-killers, and a handful of long deep relationships. Of those long ones...one faded, one bruised my pride, and two broke my heart. I even did marriage once, but that nearly destroyed my soul. With some I Topped.  In others I bottomed. I Dominated. I submitted. I've been Owned. I've been left, abused, lied to, cheated on, neglected, and abandoned. I've walked away in peace, in resignation, in resolute conviction, in fire and fury, in relief. I've been hated, stalked, condemned, and I've been adored, worshipped, cherished, and loved. Even after all of that and forty some years, I'm still never quite convinced I know what I'm doing relationship-wise or if I'll ever get it ri

Perspective is key to understanding anything.  The more perspectives you have the more accurately you can see the Truth. I had the opportunity to step back the last few days - on many levels on damn near every front.  It's been an eye-opening experience that has brought a fresh measure of clarity I hadn't expected.  The kink/lifestyle front was by no means immune. Last week for the first time in 7 1/2 years, I saw my ex - the one who describes me as a force of nature.  I have never had a problem admitting that I wouldn't be where I am today without our time together.  For that, he has and will always have my eternal thanks.  He feels the same about me.  He'd followed me into the lifestyle all those many years ago, a journey that changed us both forever and eventually led us down different paths. As we spent time reconnecting, he said something to me during our lovely lunch that I hadn't considered or reflect on in a long time. "I had to negotiate a lot