M's most recent post got me started...
Tell me please...how the FUCK do the leaders and citizens of this country constantly do NOTHING in the face of the continual proof that there is a fucking target on the back of people of color in the home of the brave and land of the free?!?
Renisha McBride - 19
Johnathan Ferrell - 24
Trayvon Martin - 17
All unarmed.
All dead.
For no other reason than they weren't white and were in the wrong neighborhoods at the wrong time.
REALLY?!? Has this country learned nothing in the last 50 years? What the fuck are you white men so fucking afraid of??? Please...explain it! Face it. Own it. Admit it! Look in the mirror and say, "I'm a coward and afraid of Black men and woman for no reason then the color of their skin and am therefore a stupid, racist fuckhead." Every senseless inexcusable death of a Black Man or woman is another vicious lash across the backs of a community simply still trying to survive in the brutal and inhospitable land of America the beautiful.
I am a white woman, without question I love my strong, intelligent, beautiful Black Man, and I am unapologetically enraged. He is my sun and moon, my center in a world falling in on itself. He has never been to prison. He doesn't even have a fucking traffic ticket. He is the best damn Man I know! Yet, I understand that an unacceptable percentage of this country's people, see his mere presence as some kind of unarticulatable threat. I know without a doubt that every time he steps his foot outside of his front door that He is at risk from trigger happy police, racist pigs, and now fools raising their "Stand Your Ground" flag.
Why as a nation aren't we disgusted and enraged at these stories? Why isn't there a National War on Racism? Why isn't someFUCKINGthing being done by our leaders, our communities, and ourselves to make things right?
Because everyday, this woman fears for her Man and is grateful when he returns home safe. Every day it seems, I am saddened by another soul lost to a system and society that turns it's back on those continued to be victimized. Every day, I wonder if there is still even a flicker of hope for this country.
~DominaKat
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Friday, November 8, 2013
That Fundamental Fucking Need
I want to be fucked ruthlessly with a harsh, brutal Dominance wrapped in pain and violence that leaves me no fucking question as to who and what I am in your life. That leaves no doubt to me or any other god damn soul about the passion and lust which burns like an inferno in you for me.
No. I don't just want. I need that. Like the air I fucking breathe. I need to be beaten, tired up, controlled, and used like a $2 fucking whore, a gutterslut that will fuck, suck, take whatthefuckever sadist nastiness you can conjure. Make me beg, cry, and squirt cum until the air reeks of my whorish lust. The holes between my thighs are made to be taken and filled. Your long fingers plunging and hard demanding BLACK dick is what they fucking scream for with an unending relentlessness that echos continually through my soul. RIP into my hot, wet sloppy meat and TAKE.
There lives a submissive starving beast in me that is caged and damn near rabid from being denied, put away, and ignored my whole fucking life. This isn't about love. This isn't about poetry. This isn't about fucking hope or joy or light. It's about fucking raw primal freedom to drip in the razor's edge of darkness and madness with a equally dark Beast that wants nothing more than to fucking feast on the forsaken corrupt soul of the insatiable nasty fucking whore that I am. It is my base-calling and desire to be Owned with a collar and leash to guide and control my descent into that violent vicious pit of hedonistic sin. This is about a necessity so motherfucking fundamental to my existence that it is my lifeblood. Without it...I am half crazed and barely fucking alive. My beast howls to be mounted by a monster strong enough to tame and conquer my sick, twisted lust.
My heaving fat utters to suck, punch, grope, and bind. Quivering, wide-open, shameless thighs beg to be stained with piss and punishment. My starving slut mouth craves dickmeat on her tongue and down her greedy throat. My eager cunt hungers to suck down an angry dick, a punishing fist, or the cold filthy girth of a fucking bat with equal abandon. My puckered tight asshole eagerly hungers to be impaled with no mercy and filled with hot sticky nut.
I was meant to be a slave to a Man's sadistic lust. I was born to milk a Man dry until He is unequivocally sated beyond measure. The inner beast that stalks my soul and roars for freedom exists solely to be YOUR BEAST'S fucking plaything and endless victim.
Hunt me.
Prey on me.
Use me.
Devour me.
Claim me.
Destroy me.
Tame me as only You can.
~DominaKat
No. I don't just want. I need that. Like the air I fucking breathe. I need to be beaten, tired up, controlled, and used like a $2 fucking whore, a gutterslut that will fuck, suck, take whatthefuckever sadist nastiness you can conjure. Make me beg, cry, and squirt cum until the air reeks of my whorish lust. The holes between my thighs are made to be taken and filled. Your long fingers plunging and hard demanding BLACK dick is what they fucking scream for with an unending relentlessness that echos continually through my soul. RIP into my hot, wet sloppy meat and TAKE.
There lives a submissive starving beast in me that is caged and damn near rabid from being denied, put away, and ignored my whole fucking life. This isn't about love. This isn't about poetry. This isn't about fucking hope or joy or light. It's about fucking raw primal freedom to drip in the razor's edge of darkness and madness with a equally dark Beast that wants nothing more than to fucking feast on the forsaken corrupt soul of the insatiable nasty fucking whore that I am. It is my base-calling and desire to be Owned with a collar and leash to guide and control my descent into that violent vicious pit of hedonistic sin. This is about a necessity so motherfucking fundamental to my existence that it is my lifeblood. Without it...I am half crazed and barely fucking alive. My beast howls to be mounted by a monster strong enough to tame and conquer my sick, twisted lust.
My heaving fat utters to suck, punch, grope, and bind. Quivering, wide-open, shameless thighs beg to be stained with piss and punishment. My starving slut mouth craves dickmeat on her tongue and down her greedy throat. My eager cunt hungers to suck down an angry dick, a punishing fist, or the cold filthy girth of a fucking bat with equal abandon. My puckered tight asshole eagerly hungers to be impaled with no mercy and filled with hot sticky nut.
I was meant to be a slave to a Man's sadistic lust. I was born to milk a Man dry until He is unequivocally sated beyond measure. The inner beast that stalks my soul and roars for freedom exists solely to be YOUR BEAST'S fucking plaything and endless victim.
Hunt me.
Prey on me.
Use me.
Devour me.
Claim me.
Destroy me.
Tame me as only You can.
~DominaKat
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Forever
"I'm never letting you go."
"Always."
"Forever."
Yeah...Those weren't words I could fathom in any way over a year ago.
I come from a long line of women who love hard and true. When I look at the women in my family, there is no question of our strength, our tenacity, and the ferocity with which we love our Men. I've SEEN countless examples of "always" and "forevers." Grandparents and aunts and uncles that had held onto their true loves for generations. Yet at 40, my life had only taught me again and again that no one and nothing was forever - that kind of magic wasn't something I would be lucky enough to find. What I understood so clearly was that no matter what someone said, their actions would always prove their lack of intention, conviction, and character. ~shrug~
Reality is what it is. No matter how hard I tried, the world didn't make men for me like that any more. In the land of ADD, disposable-everything, and easy, slick, ego-boosting internet connections, the only "forever" I knew was that I'd be forever be let down and let go no matter how great I was, smart I was or well I fucked. Every man was simply temporary and false promises and dreams. What I knew my heart and mind were capable of was a throw back to a different time and place. It was the kind of love and devotion that today only love stories and movies paint.
Last summer as our relationship grew, M kept repeating words like "always" and "forever" to me. I'd explain quietly without any malice or drama that those words weren't necessary. He didn't have to promise. He didn't have to make grand gestures. Quite frankly I did NOT have any desire to foolishly trust so completely. I desperately wanted to hold onto some small, thin blanket of cynical realistic protection, so my heart would never be at risk of shattering into a thousand broken shards of destroyed hope, joy, and love. I was falling for this Man so deeply and already so fucking vulnerable that I didn't want to let go of that last little defense.
I fought Mark. I tried so hard not to believe. I pushed back. I tried to escape. I denied Him my faith in our tomorrows. Until one evening, with tears streaming down my face and His passionate and adamant demand ricocheting in my mind, my heart, and yes...my soul, He finally broke down my resistance and forced me to see and believe in Him.
"You are MINE."
"Those three words say everything."
"They are the truth."
"I am NEVER letting you fucking go."
"Do you understand?"
And He - my Owner, my Daddy, my M, my Man - finally gave me what no living soul had ever given me.
He gave me His forever.
~DominaKat
Forever
Not talkin' 'bout a year
No not three or four
I don't want that kind of forever
In my life anymore
Forever always seems
to be around when it begins
but forever never seems
to be around when it ends
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do From you
People spend so much time
Every single day
Runnin' 'round all over town
Givin' their forever away
But no not me
I won't let my forever roam
and now I hope I can find
my forever a home
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you
Like a handless clock with numbers
An infinite of time
No not the forever found
Only in the mind
Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you
"Always."
"Forever."
Yeah...Those weren't words I could fathom in any way over a year ago.
I come from a long line of women who love hard and true. When I look at the women in my family, there is no question of our strength, our tenacity, and the ferocity with which we love our Men. I've SEEN countless examples of "always" and "forevers." Grandparents and aunts and uncles that had held onto their true loves for generations. Yet at 40, my life had only taught me again and again that no one and nothing was forever - that kind of magic wasn't something I would be lucky enough to find. What I understood so clearly was that no matter what someone said, their actions would always prove their lack of intention, conviction, and character. ~shrug~
Reality is what it is. No matter how hard I tried, the world didn't make men for me like that any more. In the land of ADD, disposable-everything, and easy, slick, ego-boosting internet connections, the only "forever" I knew was that I'd be forever be let down and let go no matter how great I was, smart I was or well I fucked. Every man was simply temporary and false promises and dreams. What I knew my heart and mind were capable of was a throw back to a different time and place. It was the kind of love and devotion that today only love stories and movies paint.
Last summer as our relationship grew, M kept repeating words like "always" and "forever" to me. I'd explain quietly without any malice or drama that those words weren't necessary. He didn't have to promise. He didn't have to make grand gestures. Quite frankly I did NOT have any desire to foolishly trust so completely. I desperately wanted to hold onto some small, thin blanket of cynical realistic protection, so my heart would never be at risk of shattering into a thousand broken shards of destroyed hope, joy, and love. I was falling for this Man so deeply and already so fucking vulnerable that I didn't want to let go of that last little defense.
I fought Mark. I tried so hard not to believe. I pushed back. I tried to escape. I denied Him my faith in our tomorrows. Until one evening, with tears streaming down my face and His passionate and adamant demand ricocheting in my mind, my heart, and yes...my soul, He finally broke down my resistance and forced me to see and believe in Him.
"You are MINE."
"Those three words say everything."
"They are the truth."
"I am NEVER letting you fucking go."
"Do you understand?"
And He - my Owner, my Daddy, my M, my Man - finally gave me what no living soul had ever given me.
He gave me His forever.
~DominaKat
Forever
Not talkin' 'bout a year
No not three or four
I don't want that kind of forever
In my life anymore
Forever always seems
to be around when it begins
but forever never seems
to be around when it ends
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do From you
People spend so much time
Every single day
Runnin' 'round all over town
Givin' their forever away
But no not me
I won't let my forever roam
and now I hope I can find
my forever a home
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you
Like a handless clock with numbers
An infinite of time
No not the forever found
Only in the mind
Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
To Hold Sacred
I've always been passionate and held some deep convictions. However, I've never held much, if anything, sacred. I'm too practical, too realistic, and well...a bit cynical. I never felt connected enough to anyone or anything to inspire that kind of devotion, belief, and faith. That emotional and mental concept was simply lost on me.
But in February 2012, I met M. Two months and hours of texts, emails, and conversations later, I was in His arms and His. What followed has been the most enlightening, heart-stopping, and challenging relationship of my life. He has truly transformed me so fundamentally that anyone who sees or speaks to me can instantly sense the change. From the beginning, I knew He and our relationship would transform me. What I didn't understand was that my transformation would ever be ongoing.
I'm no saint. In fact, I fuck up often. I have had challenges and struggles and doubts and fears and hard difficult lessons to learn through trial and error just like every other sub, woman, or human being on this planet. My intelligence and drive to understand at times makes me a challenge most can not even dare to attempt. I've made my mistakes. I've hurt myself. I've even to my greatest sadness hurt M. I've had moments of brattiness, topping from below, and complete ignorance. However my two sole focuses - to give/please/serve Him and to build us - have never wavered nor has my intention. Those have always been and will be pure. I love that Man.
I've had to face some tough reality the last month and make choices that I never expected to make less than two years ago. But when I looked closely at my options, I found that without question, my relationship with M was sacred. I would do whatever it took to protect and nurture what we share. I would find the strength and courage to be the best me I could be for Him.
I saw truths I didn't want to see and have begun to make my way beyond their crippling traps.
I bravely faced a past that haunted me deeply and the fears associated with those events head on. I found the courage to seek understanding. I found the strength to forgive and let go.
I accepted that life's journey is not easy or fair or mapped out clearly but what will lead me to the greatest rewards is what I hold sacred. If I embrace my love, devotion, and faith in M, in His love for me, and in our belief in us, then I will find my way. If we both embrace those rare treasures between us, WE will find our way. I never want to look back again and say if only I had.... I don't want someday to face my mortality and realize all I ever did was play it safe and gained nothing.
I wish it was fucking easy every minute of the day. But it's not. Life, relationships, growth...they are at times the most difficult, demanding, and earth-shatteringly rewarding things we can aspire to undertake. For M, I will fight any battle life throws at us, I will get up off the mat again and again and again for us, and I will swallow every bit of pride necessary to grow. Because in the end, Him and what we could be is what I - Ms. Ever-Practical-Cynical-Realist - hold truly, deeply, purely sacred.
~DominaKat
But in February 2012, I met M. Two months and hours of texts, emails, and conversations later, I was in His arms and His. What followed has been the most enlightening, heart-stopping, and challenging relationship of my life. He has truly transformed me so fundamentally that anyone who sees or speaks to me can instantly sense the change. From the beginning, I knew He and our relationship would transform me. What I didn't understand was that my transformation would ever be ongoing.
I'm no saint. In fact, I fuck up often. I have had challenges and struggles and doubts and fears and hard difficult lessons to learn through trial and error just like every other sub, woman, or human being on this planet. My intelligence and drive to understand at times makes me a challenge most can not even dare to attempt. I've made my mistakes. I've hurt myself. I've even to my greatest sadness hurt M. I've had moments of brattiness, topping from below, and complete ignorance. However my two sole focuses - to give/please/serve Him and to build us - have never wavered nor has my intention. Those have always been and will be pure. I love that Man.
I've had to face some tough reality the last month and make choices that I never expected to make less than two years ago. But when I looked closely at my options, I found that without question, my relationship with M was sacred. I would do whatever it took to protect and nurture what we share. I would find the strength and courage to be the best me I could be for Him.
I saw truths I didn't want to see and have begun to make my way beyond their crippling traps.
I bravely faced a past that haunted me deeply and the fears associated with those events head on. I found the courage to seek understanding. I found the strength to forgive and let go.
I accepted that life's journey is not easy or fair or mapped out clearly but what will lead me to the greatest rewards is what I hold sacred. If I embrace my love, devotion, and faith in M, in His love for me, and in our belief in us, then I will find my way. If we both embrace those rare treasures between us, WE will find our way. I never want to look back again and say if only I had.... I don't want someday to face my mortality and realize all I ever did was play it safe and gained nothing.
I wish it was fucking easy every minute of the day. But it's not. Life, relationships, growth...they are at times the most difficult, demanding, and earth-shatteringly rewarding things we can aspire to undertake. For M, I will fight any battle life throws at us, I will get up off the mat again and again and again for us, and I will swallow every bit of pride necessary to grow. Because in the end, Him and what we could be is what I - Ms. Ever-Practical-Cynical-Realist - hold truly, deeply, purely sacred.
~DominaKat
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Tempted to Dream
With whispered cruelty
And teasing brushes against
Fevered white skin
The sleeping slut stirred
A soft broken moan
Born of whimpered remembrance
She trembled
Tempted by dark dreams of
Promised pain and violent indulgence
A humbled whore's submission
Beneath a sadistic Beast's brutal desires
Soft breasts hang heavy and sway
Legs spread with need even in sleep
Holes ache to be fed
Reaching toward filthy dark cravings
Wanting to wake on the echo of a scream
Impaled with undeniable hot hardness
To choke on His grip's firm squeeze
The slut wrestled against the tentacles
Of her deep slumber
To rise once again as His victim and beg
In tears and desperate fear
She fails.
Unable to break away and find freedom
From the last barbs of her drowsy spell
The dream of darkness fades
Her craved wicked release
Lost in the mist beyond reach
With weeping need evident
Between warm willing thighs
Her heartbeat slows on a regretful sigh
She surrenders the fight and simply falls
Under the weight of that empty sleep
Filled with broken dreams of blissful capture
~DominaKat
And teasing brushes against
Fevered white skin
The sleeping slut stirred
A soft broken moan
Born of whimpered remembrance
She trembled
Tempted by dark dreams of
Promised pain and violent indulgence
A humbled whore's submission
Beneath a sadistic Beast's brutal desires
Soft breasts hang heavy and sway
Legs spread with need even in sleep
Holes ache to be fed
Reaching toward filthy dark cravings
Wanting to wake on the echo of a scream
Impaled with undeniable hot hardness
To choke on His grip's firm squeeze
The slut wrestled against the tentacles
Of her deep slumber
To rise once again as His victim and beg
In tears and desperate fear
She fails.
Unable to break away and find freedom
From the last barbs of her drowsy spell
The dream of darkness fades
Her craved wicked release
Lost in the mist beyond reach
With weeping need evident
Between warm willing thighs
Her heartbeat slows on a regretful sigh
She surrenders the fight and simply falls
Under the weight of that empty sleep
Filled with broken dreams of blissful capture
~DominaKat
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
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
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
Under Him
I fucking love when He holds me down.
It doesn't matter what mood we are in - light, silly and playful with my Daddy; my Owner feeling dark, dominant, and in absolute control; my vicious cruel Beast and His sweet wicked pain - when I am under him, held down in my place a certain fundamental part of me simply curls contentedly into place with a sigh of blissful peace. Yes, this feels so fucking good.
Controlled. Restrained. Submission. The weight of Him comforts me and makes me feel secure. This. This is where He wants me, needs me, craves me. Under Him. His heat washes over me. That little bite of His hands on my forearms is an emotional and mental kiss of physical reassurance as the bruises bloom at His touch.
His. Held down. In my place. Daddy plays and tickles His little girl to fits giggles and glee and sweet warm kisses. My Owner's firm tug of the leash guiding His loyal, obedient pet toward her pure submission through pleasure so intense I helplessly cum on His command. My dark sadistic Beast feasting on his willing victim's pleads, tears, and oh so cherished pain. ~sigh~
Being held down is the most basic of D/s positions. It never gets old. It never gets boring. It never fails to feed my submission. I NEED those moments like I need air to breathe. Laying in His bed, being under M this weekend...was sheer unquantifiable joy. I live for those moments with Him.
~DominaKat
It doesn't matter what mood we are in - light, silly and playful with my Daddy; my Owner feeling dark, dominant, and in absolute control; my vicious cruel Beast and His sweet wicked pain - when I am under him, held down in my place a certain fundamental part of me simply curls contentedly into place with a sigh of blissful peace. Yes, this feels so fucking good.
Controlled. Restrained. Submission. The weight of Him comforts me and makes me feel secure. This. This is where He wants me, needs me, craves me. Under Him. His heat washes over me. That little bite of His hands on my forearms is an emotional and mental kiss of physical reassurance as the bruises bloom at His touch.
His. Held down. In my place. Daddy plays and tickles His little girl to fits giggles and glee and sweet warm kisses. My Owner's firm tug of the leash guiding His loyal, obedient pet toward her pure submission through pleasure so intense I helplessly cum on His command. My dark sadistic Beast feasting on his willing victim's pleads, tears, and oh so cherished pain. ~sigh~
Being held down is the most basic of D/s positions. It never gets old. It never gets boring. It never fails to feed my submission. I NEED those moments like I need air to breathe. Laying in His bed, being under M this weekend...was sheer unquantifiable joy. I live for those moments with Him.
~DominaKat
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