I Love to Suffer for Him

~sigh~ To suffer for Him fulfills my soul.  It gets me the fuck off.  No matter how slight or harsh I bask in His dark torment.  I can't help it...I crave to comply with His most twisted desires.

I'm suffering right this very fucking minute. That slight discomfort sucks at my clit and licks at my sloppy greedy hole.  I want so much to spread my legs and be His slutty fucking dog.  To pant and beg for Him to ruthlessly shove a treat in His cunt. His fucking beautiful hard cruel dick.  His tight vicious fist.  His merciless boot.  His sadistic crop.  His brutal bat.  I don't care what the fuck He gives me.  I'll take it.  Because I'm in heat for Him.  I'm a greedy, nasty whore, and the more I suffer and am pushed below Him the more I thrive under His Darkness.

The things I want right now...~sigh~  

Stripped naked.

Beaten and bruised.

Breasts heaving.

Covered in His hot rain.

His holes filled and gushing with His hot rain.

Barking as He rapes my tight ass.

Used and toyed with like a tormented pet.

Suffer.

Suffer.

Suffer for Him.

Yes...yes...yes...please.

~DominaKat

Confession

There are days when the need to be a nasty, filthy slut is damn near all consuming.  I'm not talking mild slut.  I'm talking squirting down my thighs in public slut.  Cum-covered lips on the subway kind of slut.  Raising my dress and humping a fire-hyrdrant with my fat whorish tits hang out slut.  The kind of slut that leaves M grinning darkly tugging on my leash as old ladies cross their chest and men adjust their thickening cocks.

Yes...that's me this morning.  With the overwhelming need to spread my legs and be used in the most filthy vile ways.  Pain.  Pleasure.  ~sigh~ It makes no fucking difference.  My single point of existence in these moments is to be M's Black owned three-holed piece of thick white meat, to cum in groaning bliss, to harden a dick and make it throb with a need to conquer. 

I'm no saint.  lol  No.  Not at all.  Look elsewhere for that kind of sweet purity.  I'm sure that would be a delight to corrupt, but that's not me.  I'm well down the trail to hell.

No.

I. 

Am. 

A fucking wretched, sinning, crawling gutterslut who seeks complete subjugation and humiliation.

I need broken down and shattered with His mind.

I need to dance in frenzied madness by His hands.

I am a fuck-craving whore that needs beat and used until I'm a crumpled stained mess on the floor reeking of lust and destruction.  Even then I'd still spread my legs for more, just like a dog seeking a belly rub.  I beg for my holes to be affectionately and violently violated.  I pant for M.  I whimper.  I'll even bark if that will please Him.

But the day begins, and so I politely close my legs, wipe my mind clean of my pathetic salacious thoughts, and straighten my clothes to be respectable.  Smile pretty.  Be good.  Pretend I didn't start my day with my hand between my legs playing in His wet sloppy hole and thrashing on the bed.  

Ohhhh...look isn't that cute.  Puppy and kitten posts.  Uplifting quotes of the day.  Lovely. 

I return to the realities, tragedies, and games of my vanilla existence.

Smile...just smile...and fight the urge to squat on the ground to cum like a dog.

~DominaKat

Purging Misbehavior

That filthy animal.  That rebellious bitch.  Oh yeah...all those nasty, immoral, depraved urges have swallowed me whole.  I don't want to be a good girl.  I don't want to be dutiful and efficient alfred.  I don't want to be fucking obedient.  Fuck all of that.  I don't give a fuck about that polite sweetness right now.

Fucking make me.

The willful, twisted, selfish whore rises from her cave with a vengeance.  My beast rages for the pure sanctity of violence and use.  I don't feel like making it easy.  I don't feel like holding back.  I will swing and fight and scream.  You'll have to take every bit of me.  I'll give nothing.  I need the demand and force of destruction.  I need that kind of ugly, brutal, cruel, bloody fight.  Leave me black and blue.  I need sheer mother fucking madness.  I want to see that loss of control in His eyes.  I need to see that dark fire so bright it's unholy what He will do to me.  Yes...baptize me in all those unholy desires You keep silently housed in the back of your mind.  Show me how evil Your beast can be.

I am nothing.  I am everything.  My beast is the most vicious bitch He will ever fucking conquer.  I won't give quarter until I'm covered in cum, spit, piss, and sweat.  Oh yeah...feel free to try to make me choke on that hard Black dick pushing down my throat until puke coats my heaving fat white tits. I don't want control.  I don't want patience.  I don't want nurturing.  I don't want Your fucking approval.  I don't want any reassurances.  In fact, just leave all the shit that those soft sides always crave at the fucking door.  Whatever.  I don't really give a fuck right now.  All I want is to wallow in the filthiest of acts.

I need used.

Like a two-dollar whore on a Saturday night behind a dumpster of a bar in South Bronx.  For hours.  Days.  I want to be fucked so hard in every hole until I scream.  I'll spread my creamy thick thighs for His dick, His fist, His face, His bat, His fucking beer bottle.  Just fill my sloppy hot cunt until I scream, laugh, and am drenched in the tears of the damned.  Take it.  OWN it.  Make me your nastiest, most corrupt bitch. Sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Sin.  I don't care who sees, who knows, who smells my slutty perverse stench.  I want to reek of Him and His use.

I need to be naked in the dirt and mounted like a wild animal.  I need to be caged.  I need to be beaten.  I need raped and molested and violated.  I need to be made to cry, beg, even bark as He shoves Himself deep into my tender ass and rides me again and again as His cumdump.  I want to take a fist in the ass and then be forced to... fuck...I don't care.  Just force me.  Make me.  I want to be wanted that god damned much.  That darkly.  Where there is no reason, simply "I MUST have ALL of her."  Do it.  Demand the darkest, deepest, most demented desires that will devour my soul.

Set my fucking monster free.  Unleash the whore I've keep buried and tamed and silent.  Break that part of me that hides deep in the shadows of my soul and quench the fire that consumes me.

My God, I need M.  I need His Beast to cure my insanity.  To take the pressure of at least some small of the eruption of darkness currently flooding my soul.  It is crashing over me with a force I'm not sure I've felt ever.  ~sigh~ The darkest part of me has broken free, and I'm not sure how well, I'll be able to stuff that beast back in her cave.
~DominaKat

Primal Bitch

Do you ever feel like you're walking in two worlds at once? A polite smile on your face or diligently going about work while at the same time the other dark barely rational side of your brain is racing through an onslaught of needs and cravings that makes most porn seem like a fucking Disney flick? Yeah...that's been me most of today.

Under my calm exterior, my dark wicked primal beast is pacing her cage like a bitch in heat.  I am craving pure cruel sin like a rabid wild animal. Primal nasty sexual lust is building behind my internal "be calm" dam, when really all I want to do is to pull off my clothes, crouch down, spread my thick thighs and piss in the god damn snow for him then shove four fingers up M's cunt and growl with unrestrained need as he pisses all over me.  Yeah...this lust is raw and uncensored and fucking twisted.  I don't want pretty. I crave that dark dark vicious place that lives in the shadows between M and I. 

I need beat.  Not a tame beating. I want punched, kicked, smacked around like a rag doll until I'm bruised and bleeding. I crave dark sexual humiliation and violence. To be forced to hump His beautiful fucking boots then made to lick them up like its my last meal. I want to lay spread eagle and feel the hard unforgiving tread of those fucking boots on my sloppy wet slit and ride that harsh surface until I squirt like a porn star. I need raped with that bat M has hanging in the closet for me. I need dragged around by hair and bound to suffer simply for M's twisted sick pleasure. 

I need to be His slut and whore. His fuck doll. His toy. His plaything. His fucking victim. 

I don't care who sees. I don't give a fuck who knows. The only thing I crave is being brutal put unquestionably in my fucking place. 

But all that just silently and politely stews in the back of my mind as I calmly make dinner. Anyone hungry? lol ;-)

~DominaKat

Business as Usual - Part 1

The corporate executive.  Calm, cool, and focused.  My mind hummed as I played with the puzzles of business and laid out tomorrow's presentation to the client's board of directors.  "We'll maximize the return on the investment.  It's an integrated plan to leverage our assets and resources."  Experience left me confident and in control as I spent the day directing my teams, wooing potential clients, and coordinating projects.  No hint surfaced of the dark personal life I led outside of the office.  My co-workers, clients, and staff saw only the strong, competent, yet oddly unique woman who was polite, determined, and calmly efficient - in charge of her projects and team.

When my day was over and the last calls made, I left that world behind.  And I returned to Him.

The crisp, professional business woman I am during the day came through the door with her briefcase and files, wrapping up the last of my calls.  He was already there.  I sighed silently always relieved to feel His presence close.   He looked up from the mail, and His gaze dragged over me from head to toe.  A pressed, fitted, button-down grey blouse toned down my heavy tits and hid ring-pierced fat nipples.  A conservative straight skirt semi-masked a fat ass and thick thighs.  Nude nylons played down my long legs.  Traditional black unadorned pumps purposely mislead the casual observer.  Though M was never a casual observer when it came to me.  He placed the mail on the counter and walked toward me as I rattled off further instructions for tomorrow's project meeting.

I smiled warmly in greeting and patiently answered my young assistant's question.  His gaze met mine.  I watched as He searched my face for something.  His hand grazed my jaw, and a tickle of warmth bloomed under my skin in the wake of His touch.  I stumbled a tad and refocused, trying to finish my thought.  Without warning, His hand firmly squeezed my throat cutting off my words.  My eyes snapped to His.  There I found His darkness brewing in Him.  Slowly He stepped me backwards to the door, I'd just closed.  My assistant's voice buzzed between us.  "Are you there?  Did I loose you?  Damn elevators... Hello?"  M reached up and took the phone from my hand, pressing "End" and powering down without a care.

"You're mine now."  He looked into my eyes.  "Understood?"  I nodded, unable to speak as I gasped for air.  "Very good."  His grip relented, and I frantically sucked in much needed oxygen.  "You had a productive day?"

I took one more cleansing breath and began to shift my weight from the door, "Yes, tomorrow's meet...." A harsh slap met my cheek.

"I said, 'You're mine now, pet."  His hand brushed my cheek and eased the sting before dropping again to His side.  "I didn't say move," he calmly explained. "And I've decided right now I could care less about your office or your meeting.  You've been planning for months and you said last night everything was ready, correct?"  I nodded.  "Good," he continued with a darkening glaze, "Now I want to play with my fucking dog."  I whimpered and closed my eyes as heat snaked rapidly through my veins.  With a dark whisper, he began my controlled descent toward the darkness we both coveted.  "Raise your arms above your head, pet."

I obeyed.  The cool, calm business woman dismissed without question from my mind.  His gaze raked over my body in assessment.  "Lush bitch.  They don't even have a clue what a slut you are for me, do they?"

"No, Sir," I breathed.

His hands seized hold of my tingling breasts.  I gasped and arched into His touch.  "And such a fucking eager slut."  His fingertips ground into the soft mounds.  I moaned, so grateful to feel His demanding touch.  He released them and with a tug tore my blouse apart.  Buttons shattered at His will.  I groaned uncaring.  I loved His greed for me.  His fingers pinched the center snap of my bra and suddenly my tits were blessedly free.  The cool air teased them.  I whimpered at the sudden transition.  My nipples beaded instantly in need, begging for Him.  "Mmmmm...the lush curves of my fucktoy." Patiently He slapped at the undersides of each breast causing them to bounce for His entertainment. Again and again.  Each assault harsher than the last.  I tried to remain still, but soon I began to jump then whither with the raps of His knuckles.  I could feel the juices begin to slip through the folds of my cunt.   Soon my breasts were flushed, and I was panting.

"Do I have your complete attention now?"  I nodded quickly.  "Good"  With His thumbs and forefingers His attention focused on my plump nipples and their rings.  I moaned quietly, conscious of the door behind me.  He pressed Himself into me letting me feel His thickening dick.  My womb responded instinctively seeking completion.  Gentle kisses trailed across my cheek and neck leaving me so sweetly unbalanced following the pain of moments ago.  

I whimpered, "M..." A slap to the bulging flesh of one breast as he continued to drag His lips across my skin.

"Shut the fuck up, pet," He whispered between more tender little kisses.  I whimpered at the delicious dominance, and tears threatened at the razor sharp contrasts of light and dark that He intentionally laid over me.  My fists clenched above my head overriding my inherent urge to wrap my arms around Him.  His hands stroked the outside of my thighs.  He began to gather my skirt.  Inch by inch he raised the hem.  Once the full length was in His fists He pushed the conservative black material to my waist.  I flushed in embarrassment at the boring nude pantyhose covering my body.  "There now," He cooed to His pet.  "Spread those sweet thighs, you thick whore."

I shuffled my feet and dutifully opened my thighs.  I bowed my head and closed my eyes feeling ashamed to be caught in such boring underthings that were never meant to seduce my Owner like I should.  "You'd be the perfect little corporate executive if you'd been wearing panties," His fingers teased the dampening seam of my pantyhose.  "Hmmmm...such a nice juicy piece of meat,"  He hummed as He kissed my ear.   "All day, just begging to be fucked and beat beneath that proper skirt and blouse, weren't you?"

I whimpered softly, acknowledging the truth between us.  "Yes, Sir."

"I can smell your lust, pet. How badly you ache for me."  Another dark hum sent shivers down my spine.  "It makes me fucking hungry."

My hips began to instinctively grind against His torturous teasing.  Ever His whore, I sought more.  He laughed at my obvious need.  "Such a horny little dog, aren't you?"  He rewarded my behavior with a violent slap between my legs that damn near made me cum without permission.  I bit my lip as tears leaked from my closed lids.  "Don't fucking move, bitch."  I raised my heavy lids as I felt Him step away.  I sucked in a jagged breath and tried not to succumb to the trembling that threatened my body.  I watched as M moved so calmly across the entry way and through the kitchen to the counter.  He turned back at me and smiled wickedly before pulling one of the sharp knives from the butcher block.

"Fuck..." I whispered in awe and some small trickle of fear.

His thumb caressed the blade as He calmly returned to me.  I watched transfixed.  No words could even form in my mind.  His empty hand took a hold of my jaw, and His confident intense gaze met my helpless stare.  "Don't move, pet.  Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I breathed.

I felt the cool flat edge of the knife lay gently against my cheek.  Slowly He drew the blade down my neck and across my breasts.  His eyes never leaving His point of contact.  I tried not to breathe.  Down my abdomen I could feel the steel press against my skin threatening to leave a cut in its wake.  When the metal met the waistband of my pantyhose, M pulled it away.  "Very good girl.  Such an obedient dog."  I dragged in a desperate gulp of air just as He released my jaw to grasp at snug waistband of my pantyhose.  "Keep your back against the door, bitch."  He pulled the satiny material away from my skin, and I heard the knife slice through the material just above my mound.  My pussy trembled and a flood of dampness filled His cunt hole.  I could feel the blade moving closer and closer to my throbbing clit and heavy folds as the material gave way.

M knelt in front of spread thighs.  Carefully His slid the knife to rip the taut fabric and expose His meat.  I felt cool metal slip through my folds.  "Sir!" I whimpered feeling the impending explosion.  "Sir...please?!?  Oh god, M?!?"

He rose and assessed His work, ignoring my pleas.  I panted.  My body shook.  My thighs visibly trembled.  "You liked the knife. Didn't you, pet?"  I couldn't answer.  Tears simply fell  as I tried to grasp at my slipping control.  "I love seeing my property on fucking display."  I watched Him cooly observe my frantic need before His empty hand reached out to pull back my skin and expose my angry, needy clit.  His sadistic dark stare told me how dark He felt and that my Beast was raging.  "You want to cum, bitch?"

"Yes...PLEASE, SIR!!!"

When I felt the blade tickle my clit, I choked back my scream of raw need.  "Cum, my nasty little dog."  On command, my orgasm burst from me like a dam.  Juice splattered to the tile floor and across M's shoes.  Wave after wave ripped through me as I tried desperately not to move.  Suddenly He was pressed against my side, His face eye to eye with mine.  I no longer felt hard steel but His fingers as they tore through my folds and dug into His hot, sopping, pulsing hole.  "Again, bitch!" He growled.  He pounded into me forcing another violent messy orgasmic gush and another.  My hips rode His hand.  I growled.  I whimpered.  I gasped.  My ass banged against the door.  I didn't fucking care who heard.  I didn't care about a fucking thing.  I simply fucked my Owner's hand like a good dog and came like the bitch in heat I was.
~DominaKat

What She Was

She broke her nails against the rough brick.  Tears streamed.  Makeup ran in ugly smudges.  A plump mouth opened wide and drooling.  That slut.  That whore.  With her fat pale ass bouncing, in between the shadows of the alley, they fucked.

I had watched as he pushed her into the empty recess.  I had watched as he grabbed her neck and forced her further away from the oblivious pedestrians.  I caught my breath when he smacked her face and pushed up her shirt to grope her plump tits.  He wasn't kind.  The cruel bastard left marks and tugged viciously at her nipples as she whimpered.   I got wet as she arched her back and spread her thighs in need.  Dirty heifer.  Filthy gutter slut.  No shame.  Not a lick.  What is this world coming to?  I panted when he shoved her dress up to her waist and shoved his dark hand into her hungry white snatch.  I could hear the wet suck of her sloppy cunt getting pummeled.  It echoed between those old crumbling buildings.

He knew what she was too.  "Nasty bitch in heat."  "Whore."  He growled those insults at her and all she did was ride his hand like her very life depended on it.  Maybe it did.  As she humped against his palm, his long fingers grasped her pale throat.  Her panting was silenced, but the gush of cum rained down on the garbage strewn concrete like a summer storm.  It pooled between her pretty stilettos in sick proof that she was nothing but another trashy bitch willing to do whatever her man asked.

He smeared his cum soaked hand across her face and tits as he finally released her to gasp for air. He took a small step back.  Behind the day's stacked garbage there stood the trembling ho with a pleading look in her eyes for more, so he gave the dumb cunt what she wanted and shoved her utters and tear stained cheek against the building.  She stuck her ass high in the air begging like a dog.  Fucking disgusting.

But I couldn't look away.  I watched.

Them.

Fuck.

Guttural.  Angry.  Violent.  He rutted in her brutally.  His dick slammed into her again and again as he held her head against the wall.  The messy pool grew larger between her shoes grew until a thin river began to make it's way to the sunlit sidewalk only feet away.  "This is what you were made for, isn't it?" I heard his dark voice rumble.  "I'm going to punish you even worse when we get home for being such a filthy slut," he threatened.  All I could think is that she deserved it.  "What woman in her right mind would do this?  How many fucking times can this cunt cum?" I wondered.  Another nail broke.

He snatched her by the back of her hair and pulled arching her back impossibly.  Her nipples shred themselves against the ragged brick.  He thrust viciously.  Once.  Twice.  Then pulled out.  His hard, black dick glistened angrily in a streak of reflected sun.  He dragged her to her knees to kneel in her own cum.  "Suck me dry, heifer."  She didn't have a choice.

He held her head and face fucked her.  I could hear her choke on the head of his dick.  He punished her mouth like no man I'd ever witnessed.  Spit ran from her lips and splashed across her bouncing tits.  He closed his eyes and leaned back his head for a moment almost in divine wonder.  Then a darkness over took his chiseled features.  A sneer.  A dark hellish groan.  I held my breath as he shoved so deep in her throat her face was smashed against his thick mat of black public hair.  I watched in stunned fascinations as that nasty bitch came again while she sucked down his thick juicy nut like a starved child.

She was the most shameless bitch I've ever seen.

She was a filthy whore taking dick in the middle of the day in an alley.

She was a two-dollar slut enjoying every moment of her demise.

Sick.  Twisted.

She was...

Me.
~DominaKat

The Sadistic Bastard and Filthy Whore

Slick with sweat.
Sticky thighs covered in my cum.
Tears stain my cheeks.

I beg for fucking more.

Bruises bloom.
Welts stripe.
The flush of sexual frenzy.

I am awash in His colors.

More.
Hurt me.
Yes, please...

I crave His sweet dark pain.

Use me.
You sadistic bastard.
Take.
Your filthy fucking whore.

Bent over and holes open.
Ready for torment.
Hungry for abuse.

I am a shameless greedy slut.

His black dick tunnels deep.
Through my wet, white cunt.
The hot flesh parts and sucks on His hard shaft.

I groan in ecstasy as He feeds from me.

Driving into me brutally.
A hand chokes my throat.
Another digs at my tender swollen breasts.

I cum gushing on His tight nuts.

Use me.
You sadistic bastard.
Take.
Your filthy fucking whore.

His hungry dick shifts to my ass.
He shoves that cruel head in my tight bud.
Each violent push rips deeper.

I scream as pain consumes me.

Harder.
Further.
Ruthless.

I surrender completely to our darkness.

My ass finally opens.
He rapes His hole with no mercy.
We growl in fevered hunger.

I am simply His mindless animal to rut in.

He pushes my head down.
He grips my hips painfully.
He roars as His cum pumps into me.

Fuck yes...I scream in orgasm as my cum falls.

Use me.
You sadistic bastard.
Take.
Your filthy fucking whore.

He pulls out with a groan.
I spread my cheeks and wait like an obedient dog.
His hot tangy piss drowns His fuckholes.

I sigh in submission to His intimate marking.

A fist in my hair guides me.
My mouth swallows His glistening dick.
I lick clean our violent passion as I drip of Him.

Our flavor stains my soul.

He picks up my leash and walks back to the house.
I follow in a crawl across the yard.
Smiling as He tugs His pet to His side.

I bask in my place to my Beast.

Yes...

I am used.
By my sadistic bastard.

He took.
His filthy fucking whore.
~DominaKat

Our Dark Storm

We dance.

We battle.

We drown.

In our dark storm.

Wicked.

Consuming.

Destruction.

Our passion like no other.

It steals my breath.

It stains our skin.

Our souls soaked with sin.

I sob.

Scream.

In ecstasy.

I am wild.

Mindless.

Insatiable for you.

At the mercy of your sadistic desires.

You growl.

Demand.

Your viciousness free to conquer.

You are my Beast.

Hungry.

Feast on our chaos.

Gorge on your helpless victim.

Yours to devour.

His meant to sate.

Our destiny.

Bound and helpless.

You take and torment with joy.

Punishing and greedy.

I accept and relish it all.

Smeared lipstick.

Jagged tear-filled sobs.

Dripping thighs.

Your fist clenches around my tender throat.

Your hands brutalize your pet's creamy flesh.

Whimpers and pleas echo in the wind.

Orgasms rips through me at my demise.

Hard dick pulses.

Fingers drenched in her hot cum.

A triumphant roar.

Your whore's soft lips to suck and devour.

Her sweet juicy cunt begs for more.

That fat ass open and waiting.

You consume all of me.

I am lost.

You are waiting.

We are found.

You command the violence.

I surrender to our dark storm.

My total submission at your feet.

Your leash I bow my head to follow. 

Drag your willing whore further.

Into your darkness.

Each breath.

Ever darker.

Each step.

Ever closer to home.

In our Dark Storm.

~DominaKat

Dark Madness & Sin

Dress pushed up to my waist, heavy tits hanging out of my dress, I crawled to the bedroom praying He wouldn't slap that wooden spatula across my ass again.  It stung like nothing else.  I hate paddles, yet He found such a rush at my whimpers and pleas.  He laughed as His nasty slut made her way to the bedroom on her hands and knees like a dog.  Yes, I was His bitch to command, and my cunt wept with greed at the reality.

Within moments I was on my back in bed with my already cum drench thighs spread wide and wanton.  There was no thought, no reason, no doubt.  Just sheer fucking need to take anything he gave me.  I'd have taken anything.  Oh...that's right...I did take "anything."

He sat on the edge of the bed between my gaping legs.  The sunlight poured over my skin and left nothing hidden in shadows.  I was His whore.  Pride and embarrassment couldn't register through the heavy drug of dark lust running through me.  He could see blatantly how wet His bitch was, how His dog's clit begged for Him, how His meat was swelled up and aching to be stroked, how His fuckhole widened so damn eager to take.  His finger slid effortlessly into His cunt.  A sigh escaped my lips.  Another finger.  A moan.  A third.  A gasp.

Mmmmm...yes...filled! Exactly what I craved so desperately.  But he didn't stop as He usually did.  He didn't warn me.  He didn't prep me with lube or coddle me with soft words.  He simply kept taking what he wanted.

His forth finger unapologetically joined to thrust inside His property.  "Such a good slut."  He kept working His sopping wet hole.  Juices covered His fingers and hand.  I rode the wave building higher and higher.  I arched into His thrusts mindlessly.  He stretched and pushed until suddenly I was fuller than I'd ever fucking been in my life.  Orgasms crashed over me as His entire fucking fist rammed and twisted inside me.   I looked between my legs to see nothing but His wrist, and I was mentally shattered at the sight.  There is nothing like a fist shoved inside a cunt to brutally demonstrate what a whore one is.  It was divine.  The sweet filling pain...the incredible pleasure...the absolute intimacy...  I couldn't think.  I simply took Him like a greedy filthy slut grunting and moaning and squirting.  His pussy sucked at His hand and gave way to His thrusts.  Again and again.  I begged for more.  "Yes...fuck your hole, M.  Take.  Don't stop."  I was His soft wet pink glove.   I was His in a way no one had ever dared claim.

When His fist pulled gently out of me, there was barely a moment to breathe before He was between my spread thighs again.  I was high off Him and His touch.  Limp and mindless, I was completely owned and eager for my Beast to keep feasting from me.  Luckily, He was still quite hungry.  He'd never pushed me this hard.  No one had.  I gloried in it.  And as the cool smooth metal of the bat slid across the tender folds guarding His hole, I willingly met His demand and followed Him deeper than I'd ever been into His darkness.

Still drenched and gaping, the bat slipped effortlessly into His fuckmeat.  His dark chuckle thrilled me.  Just the fact that my body so greedily accepted so much so well was proof to Him of how dirty and nasty a slut I truly was.  I was meant to be used and used hard.  Deeper and deeper He thrust.  I reached between my legs and pulled my folds harshly out of the way.  I fucking wanted as much as I could take.  With every inch I crossed further and further over the edge of madness and found pure freedom.  He took pictures and video of His whore's wildness.  I abandoned all sense of self and simply existed for my Owner's pleasure.  He fucked me ruthlessly with the top eight inches of unbending metal.  In and out He fed His hungry wet pussy.  I was an animal rutting in heat.  I panted and growled and came on that rod relentlessly without remorse.  He shoved.  I took.  I held nothing back and gave Him my fucking soul.  I was everything and nothing as I watched Him take in the scene with a dark wicked smile.  Finally, He'd set the whore I'd always known I held free.  I followed his lead and ran with Him through our madness.

Nothing has ever made me feel so powerful and alive as to be my Beast's eager victim in dark madness and sin.
~DominaKat

Rage & Fury - Part I

I tremble in rage and fury.  The storm crackles.  The air thick with unleashed violence.  My flesh naked under the brooding sky.  Wrists and ankles shackled.  Throat collared.  I'm spread eagle in sacrifice.

My beast circles me.  Taunts.  Eager for the challenge to tame.  His hand drives between my legs. His slick hot cunt to defile.  Fingers momentarily pillage.  I grind in vain with so little slack.  I am His.  Bound and tormented.  There is no relief to my lust.  I am helpless.  I growl in rage.  I scream in fury. "Whore."  His fingers beating against my inner walls.  "Slut."  He pulls out in cruelty.  "Meat."  His palm slaps against His slit.

I cry out.  Lifting my eyes to his, I growl between clenched teeth, "Fuck you."  His fingers reach up to tease beaded nipples.  I gasp and pull against my chains, arching to get closer.  I pant like a pathetic dog.  My eyes unfocused in raving hunger.  His cunt drips like thick honey.  His dark laugh licks my conscious evilly.  I snarl viciously trying to bite, craving the taste of His flesh and blood.

Lightening flashes.  His fist wraps in my hair. "I own this," he states absolutely running his free hand over my body.  A tender kiss to my chin. An amused lick across my cheek.  "Bitch, you're mine."  Thunder clashes.  His palm strikes my face.  "Mind.  Body.  Soul."  Another hard slap.  I struggle against my bonds and his grip.  As the rain begins he steps away to begin.

His crop licks fire across my breasts.  Within moments I lose count and simply devour the pain.  My body His canvas to paint.  Welts quickly criss cross across my flesh - breasts, ass, back and thighs.  His calm, patient demands a chant to my soul.  "Surrender... Submit."

I am defiant and refuse to give in.  My lust rages.  Fury rips through my soul.  He refuses to give enough pain to take me down.  My punishment controlled and methodical.  I am nothing more than His instrument to play.  The crop slips between my legs, stroking through the heavy folds.  He slowly pushes the tip inside me.  Momentarily, I drown in the small pleasure and wait unmoving.  I scream in frustration when he refuses to give me more.  I fucking need more.

From behind me he whispers, "Beg whore.  Plead for mercy."  He reaches arrogantly around my waist to spread my lips wide and tempt my throbbing clit with the night air.   So close.  My hips buck to no avail.  He pulls the crop from His juicy cunt and drags the leather tongue across my hard clit.  The barest touch nearly enough.  "Give in, bitch."

Swallowing my first sob, I whisper my offer, "Not until you give me your rage and let me feel your fury."
~DominaKat

Vicious Hungry Madness

No yield.
No surrender.
Take if you dare.

I'm not an obedient pet.
I'm not a sweet girl.
I am a vicious fucking animal.

In need of pain.
In need of dick.

Hard nipples.
Dripping cunt.
Spread ass cheeks.

Ream.
Dig in.
Rape.

I'm not a pathetic victim.
I'm not a helpless lamb.
I am fucking hungry.

For sweet pain.

A crop's lashes.
A palm's slap.
A fist's punch.
A flogger's kiss.

For filling.

Driving fingers.
Spreading hands.
Wicked tongues.
Hard pulsing cocks.

Give.
It.
ALL.

To me.

I am insatiable.
I am pure sin.
I am your heaven and hell.

Bring it to me!
I will devour all you can give.
Swallow every drop.

Bring your harshest demands.
I will conquer them all.
Coat them in my hot. slick juices.

Bring your eager fucking friends.
I will sate their most deviant desires.
They will beg for more.

Invite strangers to indulge.
I am simply a set of mindless fuck holes.
Let them feed my never-ending appetite.

My open lips drool.
My heavy breasts heave.
My warm thighs spread in abandon.

Take me.
Make me.
Break me.

A nasty whore.
A corrupt, dirty slut.
An rutting animal in heat.

I won't be gentle.
Your skin will feel the bite of my nails.

I won't be kind.
Your ears will roar with my dirty promises.

I won't be tame.
Your body will ache from my wildness.

I was born to fuck.
I was meant for use.
I was destine for violence.

Feed my madness.
Sate my hunger.
Exhaust my vicious needs.

If you fucking dare.
~DominaKat

M's Bitch

When M wakes me up with a "Good morning cunt" and his hand wrapped around my throat, I know His Beast is hungry.  My sole purpose is to feed Him.  Anything and every thing He desires.  Without hesitation His property responded to His demand for pleasure.

Within minutes I was leashed and on all fours with my knees spread like a dog, barely awake and in a haze of need.  Before I'd even been truly touched, M ordered me to cum.  His obedient bitch came instantly in a spray of hot cunt juice that left me panting.  Instinctually I bared down on the bunched towel and rutted against it like a mutt in heat finishing the orgasm against the friction of wadded soaked cloth.  M's dark laugh filled my head.  Shortly after...he filled my ass.

~sigh~ At times...I really am nothing more than M's animal to victimize, and I fucking love waking up in the morning to feed His hungry beast.  ;-P
~DominaKat

Lusts that RAGE

Fuck, I was trying to be good.  Trying so damn hard to stay in the light.  Trying to keep sweet and sane.  But instead He chose to rattle the fucking cage of MY dark vicious beast - not just a little, but damn near all day!  Tease.  Taunt.  Torment.  He pulled me off balance and continually keeps me guessing.  Yes, I know.  I am M's entertainment.  He is a delicious, cruel Fuck that drags me like a ragdoll from one extreme to another.  Now my dark, twisted desires RAGE for satisfaction and release!  It's all I can do to remain rational when the animal in me screams to play hard and nasty with her mate - His inner beast.  Fuck it.  Why keep a grip on sanity?  To the edge of madness I surrender...

I've been fucking OBEDIENT!  I've been fucking soft and helpless and pathetically sweet.  I'm NOT any of those things right now.  I don't fucking want to be.  He woke the side of me that I'd been trying to keep asleep and tranquil.  I crave hot, passionate violence.  I need groped, pushed, beat.  Submission?  lol  If that is expected, RIP it from my goddamn soul!   Force me to my fucking knees and MAKE me serve.  MAKE me be a perverted slut basking in wicked madness.  MAKE me pull up my fucking dress in a dark alley and open my holes for use.  MAKE me bend over and accept my place.  MAKE me grind this dirty cunt on those smooth black boots and beg to cum, panting like a dog.  Just fucking MAKE ME!!!

Nasty doesn't even BEGIN to describe what I crave with M at the moment.  I want to commit so many sick sins with Him hell wouldn't fucking have me.  Let me suck that dick clean after streams of hot juice run all over these owned lush curves.  Give it to me.  Yes....that.  And that.  And THAT!  Oh yes and that fucking fist too!  I'll ride anything and everything He puts between my warm creamy thighs.  Exposed full breasts with thick hard nipples.  Shown off dripping, greedy pussy.  A tight, puckered asshole on display.  To strangers.  Observers.  Voyeurs.  I don't give a fuck.  I am HIS.  I no longer care about my pride, my image, my voice of reason.  Just TAKE.  I'm a stupid whore, slut, pet, fucktoy, plaything.  I was meant to suck and fuck.  I was meant for His use and abuse.

Pain.  Dark, rich, sweet fucking pain.  Drown me in it.  Overwhelm me.  Don't fucking be nice.  Don't treat me like I'm a stupid fragile little flower.  Fuck you, you Bastard!  Play with the ONLY One that can truly sate your dark lust.  Dance with me in Our darkness.  Take pleasure from my pain.  Bend me.  Hurt me.  Violate and defile me.  Fucking break me.  I want it ALL.  His hands seduce as they pound flesh.   The lash of His flogger begins to sooth my hunger as it licks soft skin.  The fiery kiss of His crop as it punishes breasts, ass, thighs, and slit.  Yes...MORE!  Don't stop until I'm in tears and hoarse from begging for the pain to end.

Everything has been bottled up tight - caged.  Day after fucking day.  Now, I'm lost in an avalanche of violent lust.  I need found.  I need released to M's vicious leash where within His sinful fucking delights I will fly past the moon and stars.  I'm ravenous for the dance only he and I can share.  I want to cry, scream, RAGE in frustration.  Set me fucking FREE, so that I may sate His Beast as as I was meant to do.
~DominaKat

Something to Cry About (Revised)

The first version of my story was met with nervousness.  Being in my own mind, I failed to convey the genuine caring and incredible control that a strong, loving sadist has for his willing counterpart.  I have revised as well as provided this introduction for the gentler Doms/subs that are my readers.  No...I am not abused.  And NO...M is neither uncaring nor cold heartedly cruel.  He is one of the most kind and giving men I've ever known.

I am a greedy masochist.  M is my beautiful Sadist.  We are ying and yang.  Pain is incredibly delicious to me when delivered by Him - the One I trust, respect, and love.  The process of pain is incredibly cleansing and powerful as well as infinitely intimate.  When I reach masochist-space (as opposed to subspace) I devour each touch like a starving animal.  I am wild, uncontrolled, and insatiable.  My internal beast is unleashed.  M touches, strokes, and kisses my soul in those moments, and our beasts dance in the darkness that is us.

He's the only One I've ever found who understood instinctually my need and how to sate those cravings.  In fact, he understands it all better than I do and typically knows what I need before I can even begin to articulate the messiness in my head.  THAT is what this story is about.  How a Dom looks into his sub's soul and discovers what she truly needs.  It simply has a Daddy/little girl spin which is another aspect of our relationship and play.

Now, on to the story...

My Daddy found me curled up on the bed, clutching a tear stained pillow. A misunderstanding between us had cost us both our first few rough and distant hours. While we'd sorted out the initial misunderstanding, my wounds still bled, though the flow had diminished to a trickle. Our first stumble. We were both a little bruised and gravel still clung to my palms and knees.  I'd never felt my little girl so strongly.  I was drowning in submission and need.  I was utterly lost.

An hour before, I'd simply crawled on top of the covers in my dress with my back to the door, letting my heels clatter to the floor.  I'd been desperate to give in to the emotions flooding through me.  When I heard M's quiet entry, my heart jumped, and fresh tears slowly slid down my cheeks.  I was simultaneously relieved He was there yet incredibly anxious.  I waited tensely.

I heard him lower his bag to the floor and the soft shuffle as he toed off his shoes.  The whisper of fabric was the only sound in the room as he tugged his dress shirt from his pants and unbuttoned that long row I was always in a rush to separate.  I knew every sound.  I had heard them so often.  Submission clawed at me.  I ached deeply.  For what, I didn't really understand.

I felt his weight press down on the bed.  A moment later his heat at my back and his arms closing around me tight.  The dam broke inside me.  Another round of hot salty tears poured from my soul.  His lips in my hair he cooed softly to me.  "It's okay, babygirl.  I promise."  He kissed my head, my temple, my shoulder and kept me tight against him as I sobbed.  I'd never been such a mess and for something no where near catastrophic.  Distantly, the intellectual me was appalled at my silliness.

Gently he rolled me to my back so that I was under him.  I hid my face against the warm, soft comfort of his undershirt, soaking it with my sorrow.  "Talk to me, baby.  Come on."

With a jagged breath I tried to explain, "Please Daddy....It just hurts, and I'm scared."

He pulled me close, petting my hair. "It was only a misunderstanding, little one.  Here, let Daddy clean you up."  His thumb gently ran over my cheeks trying to wipe away my tears, but more only fell in their wake.  I couldn't seem to pull myself together even in the sweet comfort of his arms.  I needed something I couldn't define.

Daddy stared down at me I knew.  But I didn't have the strength to meet his eyes.  Maybe if I had...

As he stroked my hair he asked in a whisper, "Do you trust your Daddy, baby?"  I nodded yes choking on a little sob.  "Do you know what you need right now?"  I shook my head and only cried harder clutching his shirt in my fist.  "Do you trust that I know what you need?"

In desperate relief I gave myself over to Him.  "Yes, Daddy...I trust you...I always trust you...please...please...help me..."  I needed Him to lead me out of my misery.  I needed Him to guide me away from the emotional cliff I was clinging to.

"Okay babygirl," he cooed.  "I promise I'll give you what you need.  What we both need."  Then he kissed my lips and licked at the salty stains clinging to their surface.  For long minutes he simply held me.

His fingers threaded lightly through my hair and then drew tight in a fist pulling my face slowly from the security of his chest.  The tender caresses that had pushed away my tears disappeared, as his other hand gripped my cheeks.  Calmly he gave me an order.  "Look at me, little girl."  I hesitated, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.  He slapped my cheek firmly before renewing the grip against my jaw.  Without ever raising his voice, "Look.  At.  Me."  His mood was clear.  There was no longer any question, I obeyed.

I slowly rose my lashes, dreading what I would find.  Instead of disappointment, my eyes met an unexpected fierceness.  In his quiet yet oh so demanding tone, he asked, "Did I give you fucking permission to cry?"

"No Sir," I whispered even as my tears fell.

"Then I believe what you need is something to cry about," he growled.

He tightened his grip on my jaw and opened my mouth to a searing kiss.  His tongue sank deep and dark into my mouth, leaving me breathless and igniting a sudden all consuming fire in my gut.  He squeezed my cheeks, forcing my jaw wider to thoroughly control our kiss.  He demanded.  I gave.  He sucked harshly at my tongue until it was dragged out of my mouth to claim and use.  His teeth and firm lips claimed a unique intimacy so brutal and raw that I was helpless.

When he raised his head, I laid limply in the shelter of his arms.  I couldn't think.  He let go of my face but held firmly to my hair.  Through my shuttered lashes I watched him look me up and down.  A dark laugh was my only warning before I felt him tug at the bunched skirt of my dress and exposed my panty-less pussy.  I was embarrassed to realize that during our kiss, I had instinctually spread my legs wantonly for him.  In a soft gruff voice he coaxed my desire, "Ahhhh...there we go.  I knew that's also what you needed.  You need Daddy to touch you don't you, babygirl?"

I tried to close my legs in shame, but Daddy immediately smack each thigh.  "Show Daddy that sweet pussy, baby.  I know you're already nice and wet."

I whimpered but again obeyed, spreading myself wide for his eyes.  I could feel my slick damp folds, even as I continued to cry.  I was confused by the extremes tearing through me - my tears, my desire.  "Mmmmm...look how wet you are for Daddy."  He reached between my legs and firmly dragged a single finger through my drenched cunt.  "Such a good slut."  I cried out at the intrusion and tried to pull away ashamed at my betraying body.  I wanted, yet...I wasn't sure I could let myself go.

He shifted his weight to hold me in place, then slowly dragged his wet finger across my lips.  "Yes, that tells Daddy exactly what you need and want."  Gently he licked and sucked at my lips to taste as he tore the front of my dress open to expose my heavy aching breasts.  I started to sob.

"Daddy...please..." I begged.

"What, babygirl?" he cooed sweetly as His hand brutally molded one breast and pinched its taunt nipple.  "What do you need from Daddy?" he whispered in my ear.

All I could do was whimper.  All I could do was arch my back and push my aching fat tits towards Daddy's touch.  My body begged for what neither my mind nor emotions could articulate.  I needed to be His.

"You don't know," he chided me.  "But I do."  Daddy always knew what I needed.  His fingers dug into the soft tender flesh of my breast.  Heaven and hell.  I groaned.  I sniffled.  "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need.  What we BOTH need...a reason for you to cry."  Daddy held my most sensitive breast up and firmly sucked its fat hard nipple,  His teeth worried that thick meat making me cry out in pain.

"That's only the beginning little girl," he promised.  The hard slap to my heavy breast stung like fire.  "You need to feel Daddy's hunger for you, don't you?"  Another slap to the other.  I whimpered with each lick of sweet pain.  "My lil slut needs Daddy to play with her to make her better, don't you?"  My mind was shattering, and I missed my chance to reply.   Two hard wicked slaps to my heaving breasts were my punishment.  "Answer me!"

"Yes, Daddy.  Please....Please, Daddy.  Touch me." I pleaded even as I instinctively tried to curl in on myself closing my legs and bringing them to my chest.

"Don't fucking shut your legs.  You know better than that," he growled pulling my hair hard.  "Open them up wide and show Daddy that pretty little fuckhole you want Daddy to play with before I beat you for disobeying me."  My pussy clenched hard in response and wept.  I needed his darkness.  I didn't need sweet words.  I need us raw and dark and rough.

I clutched at the hem of my dress and dragged it to my waist and open my creamy thighs wide.  I could feel my juices slide out of my pussy and down to tease my tight puckered asshole.  "Mmmmmm...such a good girl for Daddy," he whispered.  His hand grabbed at my crotch harshly. "Were you scared, baby?"  Two fingers slipped inside me, and I helplessly arched into Daddy's demanding touch, grinding into his palm.

"Yes, Daddy," I cried, tears brimming again in emotional overload even as hot desire flooded my body.

Three fingers..."Did you think Daddy would walk away from his precious little girl?"  My juices were slick and hot around his fingers.  I began to pant and whimper.

"I didn't know, Daddy.  I didn't know.  I hate dis-a-apointing you."  His hand slid from my hair to wrap lightly around my neck.  I leaned my head back further, desperate for his dominance.

Light kisses peppered my full breasts.  "I know you do, baby.  I know you do," he cooed.  He paused for a moment with those three long fingers seated so deeply inside me, teasing my inner walls.  Then he whispered so sweetly, "Now be a very, very good girl for Daddy, okay?"  As I nodded my head, lips pressed tightly together in response to his erotic touch, his fingers slip gently from me.  I whimpered at the loss.  "Now, cum as I stretch that sweet greedy pussy nice and wide."

His grip on my neck tightened, restraining my air as four fingers slammed brutally into me stretching the tunnel he used with no apology.   "Cum for Daddy."   His palm beat against my sensitive clit.  "Squirt all over the bed and your dress."   Rapid strokes meant to demand my orgasm.     "Show Daddy how much you like me it rough and nasty."

Straining for air, I erupted.  My hot wet orgasm pour all over his hands like a waterfall.  Daddy only laughed.  "Such a good little slut."  His pounding continued.  He released my throat to hear my desperate groans.  Wave after wave splashed my thighs, soaking my dress and the comforter.  He unmercifully spread the lips of my hole wide, so he could watch the spasms rack through me.  "Ahhhh...look at you cum so hard for Daddy."

Embarrassed at such intimacy, I buried my face against his chest struggling to catch my breath from my continued tears and the shattering orgasm.  He never gave me a chance.  "Still crying, little girl?" A firm slap to my open exposed hole sent fire racing up my spine.  "There's a good reason."  Another.  In reflex my thighs snapped shut. Daddy simply pried them apart leaving bruises in my resistance and his demand.

"Please Daddy!  It hurts!" I sobbed, stating the obvious.  I knew of the heaven yet to come, yet we both always loved when I begged for mercy.

"I know.  I know it fucking hurts."  Rapid smacks to my thighs, my cunt, my bottom.  "I like hurting you." Each strike becoming harder and flaming my passion hotter.

"Daddy...Daddy..." I whaled again and again through my tears.  Needing more while at the same time afraid of the next lick of pain.

He simply increased the  intensity  with each blow.  I struggled to move away from him.  He refused to grant me mercy.  "Awww...poor baby."  Smack.  I trembled.  "Keep crying."  SMACK!  Cathartic tears poured from my soul.  "Give it to Daddy."  SMACK!  I was so close to the edge.  "Give it to me."  SMACK!  There...God yes...I was there.

Suddenly the fiery pain racking my body shifted, replaced by the cool, overwhelming grace of subspace.  Every muscle in my body relaxed.  My tears finally ceased.  I moaned deeply, wantonly..."Yes...Daddy.  Please...More."  My legs spread wide offering myself to him with abandon.  He gave me exactly what I craved.

"Ahhhh yes...There you go baby.  Take it all...Take..."  I could hear his approval.  "Let me give you what you need."  I could hear his desire.  He growled hungrily.  He reigned controlled violence down on me as I devoured the incredibly beautiful pain that he gave.  I couldn't get enough.  I arched into his blows.

"Thank you Daddy...Thank you...More...Thank you..." I chanted.  I orgasmed again and again without shame as he watched his baby's gushing hole surrender to his sadistic pleasures.  >My mind, body, and soul absorbed every touch and torment.  I was lost in all that was us.

"Such a good girl...such a very good girl."  I felt Daddy's weight shift to between my thighs and then he was sinking so deeply in me.  His hands threaded tightly in my hair.  My arms and legs curled around him hungry for his weight as he began to rock firmly in me.  "Look at me, baby.  Look at Daddy."

My hazed gaze met his.  "Your mine."  He filled my swollen cunt as he kissed my tear stained cheeks.  "Don't ever doubt that.  I'm not letting you go."

"I'm yours, Daddy." I whispered, arching to meet his demand.  "Always."

"Good girl.  Very good girl.  Now take..."

Again and again Daddy took all that what was His, and I gave Him everything.
~DominaKat

Something to Cry About

My Daddy found me curled up on the bed, clutching a tear stained pillow. A misunderstanding between us had cost us both our first few rough and distant hours. While we'd sorted out the initial misunderstanding, my wounds still bled, though the flow had diminished to a trickle. Our first stumble. We were both a little bruised and gravel still clung to my palms and knees.  I'd never felt my little girl so strongly.  I was drowning in submission and need.  I was utterly lost.

An hour before, I'd simply crawled on top of the covers in my dress with my back to the door, letting my heels clatter to the floor.  I'd been desperate to give in to the emotions flooding through me.  When I heard M's quiet entry, my heart jumped, and fresh tears slowly slid down my cheeks.  I was simultaneously relieved He was there yet incredibly anxious.  I waited tensely.

I heard him lower his bag to the floor and the soft shuffle as he toed off his shoes.  The whisper of fabric was the only sound in the room as he tugged his dress shirt from his pants and unbuttoned that long row I was always in a rush to separate.  I knew every sound.  I had heard them so often.  I ached deeply.  For what, I didn't really understand.

I felt his weight press down on the bed.  A moment later his heat at my back and his arms closing around me tight.  The dam broke inside me.  Another round of hot salty tears poured from my soul.  His lips in my hair he cooed softly to me.  "It's okay, babygirl.  I promise."  He kissed my head, my temple, my shoulder and kept me tight against him as I sobbed.  I'd never been such a mess and for something no where near catastrophic.  Distantly, the intellectual me was appalled at my silliness.

Gently he rolled me to my back so that I was under him.  I hid my face against the warm, soft comfort of his undershirt, soaking it with my sorrow.  "Talk to me, baby.  Come on."

With a jagged breath I tried to explain, "Please Daddy....It just hurts, and I'm scared."

He pulled me close, petting my hair. "It was only a misunderstanding, little one.  Here, let Daddy clean you up."  His thumb gently ran over my cheeks trying to wipe away my tears, but more only fell in their wake.  I couldn't seem to pull myself together even in the sweet comfort of his arms.  I needed something I couldn't define.

Daddy stared down at me I knew.  But I didn't have the strength to meet his eyes.  Maybe if I had...

His fingers threaded lightly through my hair and then suddenly drew tight in a fist pulling my face from the security of his chest.  The tender caresses that had pushed away my tears disappeared, as his other hand gripped my cheeks harshly.  "Look at me, little girl."  I hesitated, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.  He slapped my cheek firmly before renewing the grip against my jaw.  "Look.  At.  Me."  There was no longer any question, I obeyed.

I slowly rose my lashes, dreading what I would find.  Instead of disappointment, my eyes met an unexpected fierceness.  In his quiet yet oh so demanding tone, he asked, "Did I give you fucking permission to cry?"

"No Sir," I whispered even as my tears fell.

"Then let me give you something to fucking cry about," he growled.

He tightened his grip on my jaw and opened my mouth to a searing kiss.  His tongue sank deep and dark into my mouth, leaving me breathless and igniting a sudden all consuming fire in my gut.  He squeezed my cheeks, forcing my jaw wider to thoroughly control our kiss.  He demanded.  I gave.  He sucked harshly at my tongue until it was dragged out of my mouth to claim and use.  His teeth and firm lips claimed a unique intimacy so brutal and raw that I was helpless.

When he raised his head, I laid limply in the shelter of his arms.  I couldn't think.  He let go of my face but held firmly to my hair.  Through my shuttered lashes I watched him look me up and down.  A dark laugh was my only warning before I felt him tug at the bunched skirt of my dress and exposed my panty-less pussy.  I was embarrassed to realize that during our kiss, I had instinctually spread my legs wantonly for him.  In a soft gruff voice he coaxed my desire, "Ahhhh...there we go.  I knew that's what you needed.  You need Daddy to touch you don't you, babygirl?"

I tried to close my legs in shame, but Daddy immediately smack each thigh.  "Show Daddy that sweet juicy cunt, baby.  I know you're already nice and wet."

I whimpered but again obeyed, spreading myself wide for his eyes.  I could feel my slick damp folds, even as I continued to cry.  I was confused by the extremes tearing through me.  "Mmmmm...look how wet you are for Daddy."  He reached between my legs and firmly dragged a single finger through my drenched cunt.  "Such a good slut."  I cried out at the intrusion and tried to pull away.  I wanted, yet...I...I didn't know...

He shifted his weight to hold me in place, then slowly dragged his wet finger across my lips.  "Yes, that tells Daddy exactly what you need and want."  Gently he licked and sucked at my lips to taste as he tore the front of my dress open to expose my heavy aching breasts.  I started to sob.

"Daddy...please..." I begged.

"What, babygirl?" he cooed sweetly as His hand brutally molded one breast and pinched its taunt nipple.  "What do you need from Daddy?" he whispered in my ear.

All I could do was whimper.

"You don't know," he chided me.  "But I do."  His fingers dug into the soft tender flesh of my breast.  Heaven and hell.  I groaned.  I sniffled.  "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need.  What we BOTH need...a reason for you to cry."  Daddy held my most sensitive breast up and firmly sucked my fat nipple,  His teeth worried that thick meat making me cry out in pain.

"That's only the beginning little girl," he promised.  The hard slap to my heavy breast stung like fire.  "You need to feel Daddy's hunger for you, don't you?"  Another slap to the other.  I whimpered with each lick of sweet pain.  "My lil slut need Daddy to play with her to make her better, don't you?"  My mind was shattering, and I missed my chance to reply.   Two hard wicked slaps to my heaving breasts were my punishment.  "Answer me!"

"Yes, Daddy.  Please....Please, Daddy," I pleaded as I instinctively I tried to curl in on myself closing my legs and bringing them to my chest.

"Don't fucking shut your legs.  You know better than that," he growled pulling my hair hard.  "Open them up wide and show Daddy that pretty little fuckhole you want Daddy to play with before I beat you for disobeying me."

I clutched at the hem of my dress and dragged it to my waist and open my creamy thighs wide.  I could feel my juices slide out of my pussy and down to tease my tight puckered asshole.  "Mmmmmm...such a good girl for Daddy," he whispered.  His hand grabbed at my crotch harshly. "Were you scared, baby?"  Two fingers slipped inside me, and I helplessly arched into Daddy's demanding touch.

"Yes, Daddy," I cried, tears brimming again even as desire flooded my body.

Three fingers..."Did you think Daddy would walk away from his precious little girl?"  My juices were slick and hot around his fingers.  I began to pant and whimper.

"I didn't know, Daddy.  I didn't know.  I hate dis-a-apointing you."  His hand slid from my hair to wrap lightly around my neck.  I leaned my head back further, desperate for his dominance.

Light kisses peppered my full breasts.  "I know you do, baby.  I know you do."  He paused for a moment with those three long fingers seated so deeply inside me, teasing my inner walls.  Then he whispered so sweetly, "Now be a very, very good girl for Daddy, okay?"  As I nodded my head, lips pressed tightly together in response to his erotic touch, his fingers slip gently from me.  I whimpered at the loss.  "Now, cum as I stretch that sweet greedy pussy nice and wide."

His grip on my neck tightened, restraining my air as four fingers slammed brutally into me stretching the tunnel he used with no apology.   "Cum for Daddy."   His palm beat against my sensitive clit.  "  Squirt all over the bed and your dress."   Rapid strokes meant to demand my orgasm.     "Show Daddy how much you like me hurting you."

Straining for air, I erupted.  My hot wet orgasm pour all over his hands like a waterfall.  Daddy only laughed.  "Such a good little slut."  His pounding continued.  He released my throat to hear my desperate groans.  Wave after wave splashed my thighs, soaking my dress and the comforter.  He unmercifully spread the lips of my hole wide, so he could watch the spasms rack through me.  "Ahhhh...look at you cum so hard for Daddy."

Embarrassed at such intimacy, I buried my face against his chest struggling to catch my breath from my continued tears and the forced orgasm.  He never gave me a chance.  "Still crying, little girl?" A firm slap to my open exposed hole sent fire racing up my spine.   "There's a good reason."  Another.  In reflex my thighs snapped shut. Daddy simply pried them apart leaving bruises in my resistance and his demand.

"Please Daddy!  It hurts!" I sobbed.

"I know.  I know it fucking hurts."  Rapid smacks to my thighs, my cunt, my bottom.  "I like hurting you." Each strike becoming harder.

"Daddy...Daddy..." I whaled again and again through my tears.

"Awww...poor baby."  Smack.  "Keep crying."  SMACK!  "Give it to Daddy."  SMACK!  "Give it to me."  SMACK!   He simply increased the  intensity  with each blow.  I was struggling to move away from him.  He refused to grant me mercy.

Suddenly the fiery pain pounding in my head shift.  Replaced by the cool, overwhelming grace of subspace.  Every muscle in my body relaxed.  My tears finally ceased.  I moaned..."Yes...Daddy.  Please...more."  My legs spread wide offering myself to him with abandon.  He gave me exactly what I craved.

"Ahhhh yes...There you go baby.  Take it all...Take..."  He reigned violence down on me as I devoured the incredibly beautiful pain that he gave.  I orgasmed again and again without shame as he watched his baby's gushing hole.

"Thank you Daddy...Thank you...More...Thank you..." I chanted.  My mind, body, and soul absorbing every touch and torment.  I was lost in all that was us.

"Such a good girl...such a very good girl."  I felt Daddy's weight shift to between my thighs and then he was sinking so deeply in me.  His hands threaded tightly in my hair.  My arms and legs curled around him as he began to rock firmly in me.  "Look at me, baby.  Look at Daddy."

My hazed gaze met his.  "Your mine."  He filled my swollen cunt as he kissed my tear stained cheeks.  "Don't ever doubt that.  I'm not letting you go."

"I'm yours, Daddy." I whispered, arching to meet his demand.  "Always."

"Good girl.  Very good girl.  Now take..."

Again and again Daddy took all that what was His, and I gave Him everything.
~DominaKat

Absolute Submission

I followed M.  Now here I am.  Apparently I've finally arrived at taaaa-daaaa...Absolute Submission.  No right or wrong.  No pleasure.  No pain.  Simply His will.  How I arrived at this moment, I don't quite understand.

I'd laid down for a little bit as I just wasn't feeling quite like myself.  As I relaxed and let my brain wander, I surprisingly realized that physically I was wet.  But my head wasn't there at all if that makes any sense.  I explained to M what was going on.  He, always looking out for me, immediately asked, "What's the matter, pet?"  He knows me.  He knows I'm essentially insatiable.  He knows that I can go from 0 to 60 in 1.4 seconds.  He knows how thoroughly and deeply I respond to the slightest nudge from him.

So I didn't know what the fuck my problem was.  I didn't need affection.  Those soft, sweet pieces of me were the antithesis of where I was.  I didn't ache for pain.  Even what I typically felt as my submission was very, very far away.  Mentally and emotionally I was...no where.  I lacked the will-motivation to do anything.  I simply would have liked to be used...cold, hard use.  I can't even say I "wanted" or "needed" to be used as those terms (in my head) imply some type of heat or drive.  Nope.  Do whatever.  I'm here.  I don't care.

This seemed odd, and in some ways slightly alarming to me.  But as I explained, M couldn't have been more pleased with me.  He didn't expect me here this quickly - so soon after we'd first discussed it.  I on the other hand was basically in essentially a whatever mode.

He'd hoped to be with me when this hit.  But since he couldn't at the moment, under his direction I played with myself.  NOTHING phased me.  NUUUU-THING.  My nipple clamps which were impossible for me to tolerate at their lightest setting the last time M put them on me...I couldn't even feel.  I keep tightening and tightening.  Then I realized each screw was completely disengaged.    lol Not even a whimper.

I stuffed my cunt and ass with toys.  Nothing.  Vibrator on high.  Nothing.  I eventually just gave up.  Without permission I might add, which resulted in a firm ass chewing.  Even his verbal displeasure didn't phase me, and that has always sent me into an immediate emotional, physical, and mental submission.

I was truly just a fucktoy.

I was M's rag doll.

No.  I AM M's rag doll.  I haven't been able to shake this...mood - find my way out of this place.  Though I'm not necessarily looking for the exit door either.  I'm here.  Waiting.  Endlessly patient.  For...whatever.  In an extremely distant, almost out-of-body way, I want M to do things to me.  Perverted things.  Sick and twisted things.  I don't care.  I can't find any mental or emotional heat.  I coldly want to be used heartlessly.  Violently.  Like a mindless doll I am simply His to do with as he wants.  No judgement.  No hesitation.  No thought.  Just...okay.  I will lay there and take it.  Take it all.

Disassociation?

Disconnect?

De-humanized?

Don't care.  I just want to watch and physically feel my sick fuck do things to me.  Carelessly push my top up as he straddles my waist and squeezes and smacks my tits.  Open my mouth like a doll and fuck my face.  Spread my legs so he can examine His doll's cunt.  Stick things in it.  Watch it squirt and hear his dark laugh.  All while I just lay here and occasionally barely respond to physical sensations.  I know I'd probably cum.  M promises me, I'll cum very hard.  However cumming hard seems like it would be more work or effort than I have to give.

I can't even summons any intellectual alarm bells.  lol  I fully comprehend that I can't see any limit.  No part of me gives a fuck.  ~shrug~  I'd suck off five strangers if he told me to.  I'd spread my legs for a gang bang if he wanted.  I'd crawl naked in the street.  I'd let him do...depraved things.  My morals have seemingly disappeared.  My only compass is His will.

"You've tapped into it very nicely," my Owner commented.

Huh.  Okay.  I wasn't trying.  Just strangely here.

Too bad, M isn't.  It'd probably be nice if his dick was pounding His doll's tight puckered asshole right now.  Oh well...
~M's Doll

Serve. Please. Accept.

His "nasty whore."  His "dirty, filthy slut."  He'd done things to me no one had ever dared.  I'd whimpered.  I'd begged.  I'd taken what he demanded I accept.  There was no doubt now...I was His.  But he wasn't through with me by any means.

He dragged me still dripping by my hair out of the tub.  On my knees at nearly my most submissive, I slipped against the cool, pristine tile as I sucked hungrily at my Owner's hard, black dick.  I couldn't get enough.  I'd never get enough.  Serve.  Please.  Accept.  Those were my only thoughts, my only needs.  His only thought seemed to be take and take and oh fuck yes...TAKE!  I willingly gagged and choked on his dick.  He shoved it unmercifully down my hungry throat.  I must have looked like a little bird on that floor my mouth so hungrily open.

When he suddenly pulled me up and shoved me over the sink, I was dazed.  I simply clung to the porcelain, trying to gather my wits.  M never gave me a chance.  He never fucking does, the sadistic bastard.  I LOVE it!  He pulled my hair forcing my head back as far as it would go..."Look at yourself.  Look what a dirty cunt you are."  I'd never seen myself so lost in desire and submission.  My slick, nude body was full and ripe for use.  I was meant for this fate.  I was destine to be his property.

Slapping at my ass, he demanded I spread my legs.  At my instinctual compliance, he buried his cock in my hot, wet pussy and began fucking my slippery hole with no care.  He smacked at my face as I watched him ride his bitch - ride me - in the mirror.  I panted.  I came.  I took.  I came again.  I begged for more.  I simply existed for his pleasure.  Serve.  Please.  Accept.  I gave it to Him.

It didn't take long before his desire to take demanded so much more of me.  With no warm up, the head of his dick began a determined shove into my tight puckered asshole.  With no lube, my fear spiked..."Please, M.  It hurts..."  His hands gripped my waist and held me firmly in place.  "Good," he growled hungrily,  "I like fucking hurting you.  Take it." I cried out in fear and the feel of him holding his dick between my spread cheeks.  He wasn't backing down.  I tried to move away.  "Please, Daddy..." M was insistent.

Despite my pleads and whimpers, slowly his head pierced my tender hot ass.  The hot pain as he stretched my hole ripped up my spine, leaving me breathless.  Further and further with the backdrop of my tears he worked himself into my reluctant opening.  Once he was nuts deep, his hands shifted to my shoulders forcing me where he wanted.  Back arched, legs spread, hands gripping the edge of the sink, all I could do was be His victim.  After several painful strokes I began to embrace my fate.  At my core I am His whore, and I do truly love when he takes my ass.  It is raw, greedy, and dark.  Serve.  Please.  Accept.  With each persistant stroke, I relaxed and took until he no longer had to hold back the force of his desire.  My restraint broke then as well.

He began to hammer away at my asshole, just like I need.  I growled as any civilized shred of decency in me fell to the animal caged within me,  which lept in joy and absolute satisfaction at his dick's brutal assault.  "Yeeeeees...please...more..." the hungry bitch in the mirror howled.  My response simply fed his sadistic Beast.  "Cum, you nasty cunt," he ordered.  I came.  Hot, wet cum showered his nuts and fell to the tile.  He never stopped fucking me.  Arching my back even more than ever, he wrapped his arms around my neck.  I watch with a vicious smile as my face reddened from his choke hold.  Finally...a Man who would take me as I so desperately fucking needed.

I hoarsely urged him on..."I am your fucking dirty whore.  Fuck me.  Fuck my ass hard and nasty."  Releasing me, he demanded I fuck his dick like a good bitch.  Free, I let the animal in me instinctually move.  Up and down I broke my hole on his dark hungry dick.  My ass cheeks shook.  I squatted further to take Him deeper.  He grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled hard.  I came again and again splattering my thighs and his as I did my best to please my Master and Beast.

His desire began to crest.  His growls became more insistant.  He shoved me against the sink and gripped my waist forcing me to surrender to His will.  Serve.  Please.  Accept.  Louder and louder his Beast growled.  No mercy.  Harder and harder, he fucked His slave's willing, greedy ass.  There was no control.  No caution.  I came hard and deep.  Take.  Take.  TAKE.... I continued to orgasm, my muscles clenching around his dick.  Nothing mattered at that moment but Him and his shout of triumph.

I served.
I pleased.
I accepted.

Because I am His.
~DominaKat