Don't Let Me Think

I won't lie.  I need to be face down, ass up.  I need my wrists bound and stretched to the headboard.  I need each ankle tied to the corner of the bed so my greedy cunt is exposed to the air, your eyes, and any other fucking thing you want to feed my dripping hole.

Punishment?  Fuck that.  Just give me what I want and indulge in everything you've been craving.  I'm naughty as hell...make up whatever punishment, excuse, reason you need to play this game.  The fact is...I fucking love it when you take control and do whatever the fuck you want to me.  And you love it too.  The power.  The control.  The challenge.  The wickedness.

I WANT to hear you unbuckle your belt and the muffled zip as you pull it from those tidy, pressed loops.  I WANT to feel that whatever-fucking-designer-name-over-priced leather snap across my fat, white ass.  I want it rubbed against my juicy pussy, so when you hang it up nice and proper in your closet, it carries the faint scent of your whore.  When you wear it again, your dick will get heavy remembering how you gave it to me and want to give it to me again.  I love feeling you behind me indulging in the dark driving need you've found buried deep in you to deliver that sweet, seductive bit of pain to your willing, dirty bitch.  Give it to me.  Just give it to me, you bastard.  Let me hear the snap of that belt as it kisses my tender flesh.  Again.  Again.  Don't let me think.  Make me fucking feel.

I WANT to feel you shove your fingers inside my hot, wet, squirting cunt.  I WANT to hear the words you long to say...your whore, your slut, your bitch, your nasty cunt.  I'm still fighting my inevitable submission.  Push me.  Bury your fingers in my heat and make me cum again and again.  Take it like you want without hesitation.  Rough.  Let my waterfall slick up your fingers, your palm, your wrist and forearm, as you listen to me cry out again and again in release.  Coat my ass in that sugar, covering the burning pink welts on my ass.

I WANT your hands on me.  I want to feel the heat of your palm on my ass and thighs.  Make me grunt.  Moan.  Another slap.  Another smack.  Another blessed spanking.  Make me say it...My Dom.  My Sire.  My Daddy.  Make me give in to you.  Spank your whore, your slut, your little girl.  I am whatever you need.  Just take me to the beautiful sharp edge of darkness and let me fly.  Do you like the feel of your burning palm?  Do you like how my ass gets all rosy?  Do you like how I back into your petting like a kitten in desperate need of stroking? Do you like how I instinctually pull back from the pain then lift my ass high again for another?  Do it.  Another.  Another.  Don't let me fucking think.  Make me dizzy with the rush, the endorphines, the adrenaline.

Does it make your dick fucking throb to control me? To feed me the punishments I so crave?  To watch me cum over and over as that belt or your hand fall on me?  Does it excite you to have such a willing fucking whore?

As I'm breathless and bound, I WANT to hear your zipper slide down.  I WANT to feel your fucking thick, hard meat sink hard and rough in my soft, wet, so-desperate-to-be-filled cunt.  Grab my hair and fuck me like you need.  Pull out and hold it just inside me and feel me squirt my hot juice all over your dick and nuts.  Take me as you've never taken another woman.  Feed the bone-deep need you have for a hard, dirty fuck session.  Hit it deep and hard.  Don't.  Let.  Me.  Think.  Let me drown in the feel of you pounding me mercilessly.  Do you feel my cervix rub again your sensitive head?  You you like watching my cunt spasm when you pull completely out so you can watch your black dick disappear in my glistening, pink hole?  Pull my pussy lips back so you can see my womb suck at your rod as you stroke me.  TAKE ME.

I WANT your cum.  I WANT to feel that hot, sticky cream fill me.  Give.  It.  To.  Your.  Whore.  Groan out MY fucking name as you pour it into my cock-milking hole.  Admit that this and me are what truly fucking satisfy you and your lust.  Admit that you're as desperate for our dark dance as I am.  Make me take all that nut.  It's fucking mine.  I've earned it.

Haven't I?
~A Roaring, Frustrated Kat

What If...

What if you were tied to the bed?
Your arms stretched wide.
A pillow under your ass and head.
Your legs spread wide.

Would it turn you on?
What your dick be hard?

What if you were blindfolded?
As my nails traced your nipples.
As I lightly scratched them down your chest and stomach.
As I dragged them up your thigh and across your nuts.

Would it turn you on then?
Would you gasp just a little?

What if I got out my sweet little crop?
That first little sting to your thigh.
The taps to your thick rod.
The taunting caress to your tight balls.

Would you be nervous?
Or would you begin your submission?

What if I straddled your face?
The musky, sweet smell of my pussy.
The first taste as I demanded your tongue.
My hard clit between your lips as you sucked.

Would you lick your lips?
Would "Thank you, Domina" echo softly in the room?

What if I straddled your belly and masturbated?
The sound of my wet cunt being stroked.
My moans.  My climax.
The hot, splash of my cum across your stomach, your dick, and your nuts.

Would you be dying to watch?
Would your dick be throbbing to be fucked?

What if I smeared my juice all over your body?
My hands finally touching you.
My scent soaking into your skin.
Your skin glistening of me.

Would you whimper?
Would you begin to get lost in your need for me?

What if you felt me between your thighs?
My hands spreading your ass cheeks.
My finger lightly teasing your crack.
My tongue driving inside your hot tight hole.

Would my name be a plea repeated on your lips?
Would you groan and gasp as my tongue filled you?

What if I took a firm grip of your fat hard dick?
My firm strokes amping your pleasure.
A smart slap to your cock for taking so long to let yourself go.
My fingers tugging at your balls.

Would you be close yet?
Would you really want it all to end then?

What if my mouth shifted to your balls and cock?
My hot, wet sucking.
A wet, nasty blow job.
My teeth dragging across your sacs.

Would you be begging to cum?
What you know yet what I would demand?

What if I climbed on top of you and slipped only your head in my dripping cunt?
Only tiny little strokes to tease you.
My entrance pulsing over you.
My juice running down your shaft.

Would you say the words so I could reward you?
Would you admit that I own you mind, body, and soul so you could feel me fuck you?

What if I sank hard down on your dick once you gave in to your fate?
Your dick finally encased in my hot, wet flesh.
A pinch to your nipples.  A slap to your face.  A firm grip around your throat.
The rhythm frantic as I rode your thick meat.

Would you finally lose yourself completely to me and beg to cum?
Would your hot, thick nut explode in my pussy as I squirted all over your dick and nuts?

What if I released you from your bonds and wrapped you tight in my arms?

Would you cling to me as I clung to you?
Would you find peace and bliss in all that we are?

What if you let me take you there?

Would you give into your emotions?
Would you let yourself feel loved?

What if...
~A Curious Lioness

Maybe It's Because

Yes, there are moments when I question my sanity.  When I ask myself "why are you like this?"  When I wonder if this is healthy for me in any way, shape, or form.  I don't always know where my needs come from or why my needs are so rooted in the core of me.  I have some insights, but no firm answers.  Nothing definitive.  Nothing that resolves for me the question of whether or not I have a full set of marbles.

Maybe it's because I learned so early on that there would likely always be others.

Maybe it's because for so long I numbly existed in a fantasy that I now refuse to do anything but live and breathe reality.

Maybe it's because for the ones that mattered most, I was and am never enough no matter how hard I've tried.

Maybe it's because I've gotten so removed from the vibrant emotions that are normal for everyone else that I need more than normal to feel anything.

Maybe it's because one by one the roles that defined me have been stripped or discarded leaving me with no mask to hide behind or bury myself in.

Maybe it's because I've given up denying who I am and what I need.

Maybe it's because I've never had the opportunity to let go and explore the possibilities.

Maybe it's because it's simply in my genetic makeup to be sexual, sensual, and a freak.

Maybe it's because I find such joy, freedom, and value in the passion and release of someone I'm tied to emotionally.

Maybe it's because I realized long ago that I can never satisfy anyone completely.

Maybe it's because it just feels so damn good I can't resist.

Maybe it's because it's one of the rare times I feel alive with every cell of my being.

Maybe it's because I've learned that so much in life sucks that I should run with the passion and excitement when I find it since it may not be there tomorrow.

Maybe it's simply who I am.

And maybe I never fucking had a full set of marbles to begin with.  ~shrug~

Why do you do it?
~A Reflective Kat

Shared Hunger

Finally he was home.  I was so impatient.  I needed to know.  To hear.  I heard him drop off his things and mumble "where is she?" He walked into the living room and paused.  "Hmmm...what are you up to Kitten?"  My answer was simply the desperate whisper of his name.  I was sprawled across the couch on my back.  My head tipped over the armrest.  My flushed breasts bare.  The shirt and bra I had been wearing earlier rumpled on the floor.  My skirt bunched around my waist.  My legs spread.  One foot on the floor.  One leg over the back of the couch.  And between my thighs, my fingers slid through my wet open folds.

I was hungry.

He walked over and sat facing my spread thighs at the end of the couch.  A perfect view.  Less than an arms length away.  My knee grazed his calf.  My ankle but a kiss away.  I could feel his heat.

"And what have you been busy doing, baby."  I could hear both the bit of amusement and the early stages of desire in his voice.  He rested his warm hand on my knee then crept it up high inside of my thigh where the dampness from my earlier orgasm still lingered.  He let his thumb tease and caress me, working that sweet juice into my skin.

I replied in a hoarse, whisper, "I was waiting for you.  I kept imagining it all.  Tell me, baby.  Please tell me.  Don't make me wait any longer."  My index finger snaked over my throbbing, pouty clit.  That little nub hard and red, begging for more attention.  I dipped two fingers in my dripping hole and dragged my slickness across my clit to satisfy my needs.  It didn't help.  It only amped me up.

His hand crept higher until it was his thumb on my clit.  I groaned.  Our intertwined fingers played with my exposed pussy.  His lips kissed my ankle.  "What do you want me to tell you, Kitten?"  He nipped at my calf.  "Do you want to know if my silly, little pet wrapped her lips around my dick and sucked me off."

With the last syllable, he eased his index finger into my begging hole.  In and out.  Slow and easy.  He teased.  "Yes, tell me please," I cried in response to the imaginary scene in my head and the scene I was very much in the middle of experiencing. 

"You do love it when I cum, don't you?"  In and out.  In and out.

"Yes."  A gasp for breath.  "I love when you cum, Daddy."

"Play with your tits.  This is mine to play with."  His lips had continued their journey up the length of my calf and past my bent knee.  His tongue licked at the wetness coating my thigh.

He started to tease me with their warm up g-rated banter as his finger pumped my lightly.  With my groan of frustration and my tearing eyes, he realized the depth of my need.  "Sire," I begged.  "Please."

"Look at me," he demanded.

When I met his eyes, three fingers sank into me firmly.  "She wasn't you.  No one could be you.  She's couldn't be My sweet, greedy, nasty whore."  Eyes wide, I gasped at he finally granted me the touch I so craved.  "She unzipped my pants and nuzzled my dick with her face.  I liked it.  But I had to close my eyes and imagine it was you for a moment.  She started sucking my dick and licking at my head with her tongue."  He paused and rolled his hand so that his curled against my g-spot.  He shifted his body closer and wrapped his other hand against my throat.  His fingers began to beat inside me.  I gasped.  "Is this what you wanted to hear?"  The beat intensified.  I was so close.  "How I pulled off her shirt and tugged at her nipples?"  Harder.  Faster  "How she wrapped my dick between her breasts and fucked me with them?"  My hips frantically moved in synch with his rhythm.  "How I grabbed her by her hair and choked her with my dick again and again until I fucking came down her throat."  My mind exploded, I wailed his name, and my spasming cunt poured a river over his hand.  

The waves of my orgasm continued to crash over me as he milked me.  "There's my girl.  Cum for Sire, bitch.  Take it.  God, your fucking beautiful."  His released my throat and tugged at my nipples.  He slowed the beating inside me and let the intensity of my orgasm fade slightly.  His fingers pulled out of me to spread my thick full lips wide. 

"Now I want what's fucking mine," he growled as he lowered his head to my sugar-glazed lips.  Unprepared, I cried out harshly.  I could feel his tongue lap at my lips and tease my still quivering hole.  He worried my clit with his teeth then latched on to suck viciously.  I thrust my hips into his x-rated kiss.  His arms circled my thighs and held me firmly to him.  I began to pant as I watched him devour me.

When he lifted, he looked up at me with hunger in his eyes.  "You are always what I fucking crave.  No matter what.  This is mine."  He returned to dive his tongue deeply inside me.  Licking my wetness away as fast as it came.  As he released my thigh, his face dipped lower and he dragged his fat tongue from the base of my cunt to my clit.  I was on the verge of another powerful orgasm.  He lapped at me as I heard his zipper.

"I always come back to you and us.  Don't I?  No one comes close to giving me what you do.  And I want it fucking now."

He rose up and buried his fat throbbing dick inside my hot, wet heat.  "Take it, bitch.  Take Daddy's dick."  His lips closed over mine for a brutal kiss.  I tasted myself like a drug I couldn't resist.  His hips worked me furiously, drive his cock to fuck me without mercy.

As our kiss broke, I sucked and licked my juice from his cheeks and chin.  "Yes, baby.  Take your whore.  Give it to me," I pleaded.  "Fuck me Sire.  Fuck. Your. Whore."

He growled.  It sent me over the edge, and my juice rained over his pistoning dick.   "Yes, cum for me bitch."

"Now take."  

"This." 

"Nut."

He shoved himself inside me one last time, and his hot cream flooded into me.  I cried out and came again grounding my hips against his.

Out of breath.
Our hearts racing.
Exhausted.

He leaned his forehead against mine.

I whispered, "Welcome home, baby."

~A Dirty, Naughty Lil Kat

Where I Go

When I'm haunted.
When I'm lost.
When the visions tumble over one another.

This is where I go.

When my body screams for release.
When my emotions have no outlet.
When my mind is full of scenes.

This is where I go.

When I don't understand.
When I can't find answers.
When I fail to find peace.

This is where I go.

When my passion rages.
When my desires drown me.
When I can't give myself the way I want and need.

This is where I go.

To say what I need.
To surrend to my cravings.
To be who I am.

This.
Is where I go.
~Kat

Daddy's Naughty Girl - Part II

In case you missed Part I

As his tongue continued to flicker over my nipple, I tried to concentrate on my confession.  His hands molded my breasts and scattered my thoughts.  "Tell, Daddy now.  Tell me what my naughty little girl did."  He rolled both my of my fat, hard nipples between his fingers tightly.

Gasping from his touch, I squeezed my eyes shut, and the words I didn't want to say tumbled out, "Daddy, I know it was naughty, but I took one of your earrings.  It was so pretty and sparkly, and I just wanted to wear it.  I wanted to be close to you when we were far apart.  I brought it with me, so you could have it back.  Please don't be mad at me, Daddy.  Please.  I'm sorry."

His palms flattened out, and he continued to stroke my heaving tits.  His touch getting lighter and lighter until I could no longer feel his heat.  I whimpered from the loss, and from beneath lowered lashes I risked a glance at his face.

He was waiting for me to meet his eyes.  When I immediately looked away, his reaction was swift.  He grasped my chin firmly.  "Look at me when I'm about to speak to you little girl,"  he said sternly.

I could tell he was angry.  Tears began to well in my eyes, but I found the courage to meet the fierce pools of his stare.

"Not only did you take something that didn't belong to you, but you didn't tell me when I asked if you had seen it.  I'm extremely displeased.  Turn over.  You deserve a very harsh spanking for this - very harsh."

"But Daddy..."  A sharp slap to my cheek silenced my plea.

"There will BE NO whining, lil girl.  NONE.  Now turn over, or I'll get my belt too."

"Please...."  Another sharp slap as a tear fell from my lashes.

"Now!"

With my heart racing, I scrambled to turn over and bend myself over his lap.  He laid one hand across my back holding me firmly in place and flipped up my dress with the other.  Immediately he landed a solid spanking across my ruffled covered bottom.  I grunted at the sting.  Another fell and another.  I knew not to say anything until asked.  From one cheek to another.  The burn continued to build and build.  "You were a very," - smack - "very," - smack - "bad girl."  I whimpered.

He paused in his spanking and molded each of my cheeks in turn.  His bruising grip was both painful and comforting, yet his words ran through me to my core.  "You know better than to take things.  You know better than to not tell Daddy when he asks you things.  Didn't I give you a present last time?  Didn't I???" Smack.

A tiny squeal escaped me.  "Yes, Daddy.  Yes, you did.  I'm sorry,"  I cried.  The blooming burn accentuated the impact of his palm's continued firm strikes.  I was panting.  A pressure was building deep in me as he continued his spanking.  I tried to hold it back.  I was trembling, squeezing my legs tight.

"I am disappointed in you.  You," - smack - "were," - smack - "a naughty," - smack - "little" - smack - "bitch!"  - smack - smack.  The pressure broke, I erupted with the last and harshest blow as a sensation came over me I couldn't understand.  I cried out, and tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Daddy...daddy...I'm sorry.  I'm sorry," I sniffled.  "Daddy, please stop.  I'll never do it again.  Please stop...Daddy...," I sobbed.  "I made a mess, Daddy.  I'm messy.  I'm soooo sorry."

"What are you talking about?"

Suttering just a little as I tried unsuccessfully to hold back my tears, "Daddy...when you sp-spanked me the last time, I made a mess in my p-panties.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."

His hand which had been poised for another slap fell to the back of my bare knee.  "Spread your legs a little.  Let me see."  A small wiggle to my ass, I did as I was told.  His hand so firm moments earlier gently and slowly slid up my thigh to drag across my damp skin.  I moaned helplessly in response.  As he trailed his finger tips up the crotch of my soaked panties, I cried out and panted.  "Daddy..."

His hand continue its rise to rest on the rumpled ruffles covering my ass.  Gently he caressed my burning sore bottom, quieting me down ever so slowly.  His other hand stroked up and down my back.  When I could finally catch my breath, I turned my head to look at Daddy's face.  His head was leaned back with his eyes closed, thinking.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy," I whispered.

"Come here, Kitten."

"But...," I began to protest.

"Shhhh...it's okay.  Come here."

I turned over and cuddled into my Daddy's neck with a sniffle, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.  "Do you know what you did, Kitten?"  I replied with a little shake to my head.  He leaned closer to my ear as his finger began to trace the shell.  He whispered softly, "You did the sweetest, most amazing thing.  You made sugar for Daddy."

I arched my head into his loving touch.  In my quietest voice, "I don't understand, Daddy."

"I know you don't, Kitten.  But it means you're ready to be a big girl now like you want."

"Really, Daddy?  Really?  You're going to show me how to be a big girl for you?"

"Yes, baby.  You're ready."  His lips kissed my ear.  Then just a bit gruffly Daddy told me, "Now let's go lay on the bed, so I can show you what it means to be a big girl, Kitten.  I want you to make more sugar for your Daddy."

To be continued...
Part III
~A Very Naughty Kitten

Things I Selfishly Love

A list...

• When he comes to bed and immediately reaches between my legs to play and tease.
• My nipples being slowly teased.  Licking.  Sucking.  Rolled between fingers.  My rings slightly tugged.  
• When he pushes my legs apart and eats like he's starving.
• Knowing he can't wait to get in some part of me.
• When he talks dirty to me.
• Being filled with his dick within 60 seconds of shutting the door.
• His hard dick in my hand when it probably shouldn't be.
• His fingers in my cunt when they probably shouldn't be.
• When she's on her knees licking me begging for more as he watches.
• A long, slow, hard fuck before bed.
• Waking up to a dick buried inside me.

I'm a selfish, greedy woman right now and unapologetically want what I want.

~A Naughty, Needy Kat

Breaking Silence

I was curled up in his chair drifting off to sleep when I heard the door creak.  The soft tap-tap-tap of his shoes brought him to me and a small smile to my lips.  My eyes opened halfway to see his tall solid frame in front of me.  His face set.  He slowly pulled in a breath through his nose as he took in my bare toes, calves, and thighs.  Warm.  Soft.  Pale.  Continuing his visual assessment he studied the peek-a-boo of skin between the gape of one of his unbuttoned, perfectly pressed dress shirts, the cleavage of my breasts surrounding his loosened, black Armani tie, his shiny, expensive links binding the cuffs around my wrists.  As his gaze traveled back down my body, I soaked up the sight of him from under my lashes.

So prim.  So proper.  So confident.  He stood firmly in his dark blue business suit with his feet slightly spread.  I watched as he unbuttoned the coat and laid it gently across the table.  Our eyes meet.  I licked my lips boldly.  His jaw clenched.  He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves, baring his strong forearms.  Then his hands slowly rose to the buckle of his leather belt.  My pussy clenched fiercely and immediately began to melt.  My heart picked up speed with the sound and sight of that buckle opening and the leather sliding out of those loops.  Unhurried, he put both ends in the grip of his right hand, and I knew. My eyes helplessly shut as the rush of heat floods my cunt.

He took a step to the side of his chair and brushed a sweet gentle caress from the top of my head to my cheek.  I trembled and nuzzled into the heat of his palm, lost for a moment in the simplest touch.  He sweetly traced my ear, and I nearly cried.  I knew he was studying me.  Watching my every subtle response.  He slowly sank his hand into my hair, pulled tight and then added a swift tug so that my head tipped back almost painfully.  With the looped end of the belt he traced a line from my cheek, down my throat, then between my tits.  He paused then pushed the edges of his dress shirt back to expose my full, aching breasts to his stare.  I felt the firm edge of the leather tweak my hard nipples and tease my silver hoops.  My hands clenched on the arms of the chair.  I pressed my lips together to hold back my groan.

A tap-tap at my thigh.  I opened my eyes defiantly.  He knew I would.  His gaze was waiting for my stubborn rebelliousness.   A sharp pull on my hair.  A warning slap to my thigh.  I gave in, closed my lashes and spread my thighs to display my dripping, begging cunt.  I felt the belt caress the inside of my soft thigh.  Up.  Up. Until the flat band met my heat and stroked me.  I arched my hips seeking any friction.  Another stroke and another.  My soft quiet pants echoed in the silence as my juices bleed onto the leather.

A quick, stinging slap to my pussy was all the warning I had before he dragged me by my hair to stumble upright before being immediately turned around and pushed back down so that I was kneeling on the chair.  He held my head firmly so that my cheek pushed against the smooth back cushion.  My palms braced on each side of my head bracing myself as he demanded.  I could see nothing but the thick rod of his hard dick pressing against his dress pants.  While he would see every expression that crossed my face.  Every twitch.  Every wince.

He slowly released his fist from my hair.  I knew better than to move unless directed.  His hand slid firmly down my neck and between my shoulders.  As his stroked followed the path further he pushed down on my spine.  I arched my back at his subtle command and raised my ass further in the air.  He stepped behind me calmly to fondle and mold my ass cheeks.  With the belt he tapped each thigh, and I spread my legs as wide as the chair would allow.  My pussy was blatantly exposed.  Between my knees the drippings from my desire sprinkled the warm leather of the chair.  I felt the loss of his heat as he stepped back to assess me.

I couldn't see him.  I couldn't read his express to know if I pleased him.  But the flashes of the camera told me what I needed to know.  I held still knowing the images would please us both later.

He stepped closer and again his crotch filled my vision.  My mouth watered in need.  His hand stroked the bulge I longed to see, touch, and taste.  The distraction was my undoing as he laid the first lash to my ass with no restraint nor hesitation.  I couldn't surpress my gasp.  With no time to catch my breath another fell.  The crack echoed in the room.  I shut my eyes and waited.  He stepped away and paced behind me as he dropped a dozen more sweet, burning licks across my pale flesh.  My whimpers and pants in a strange perfect rhythm with the leathers harsh snaps.  I was so close.  So fucking close. With the harshest lash yet, I silently exploded refusing to cry out.  The splash of my cum filled the room, as a waterfall of sugar poured from quivering cunt.

My ass was on fire.  He gently stroked the 15 beautiful pink welts of his dominance.  I fought back the tears his tenderness  always evoked.  Then suddenly he shoved his three fingers deep inside me.  Another orgasm quickly ripped through me as he pumped me roughly.  I bit my lip, and the metallic taste of blood washed against my tongue.  Again, I gushed for his touch.  He pulled out and spread my sugar across my ass before he sank his strong fingers into me again to repeat the process over and over until I was coated to his perfection.

I could barely think.  I could only accept.  With the first stinging swing of his palm, I went under completely.  I surrendered.  I was lost to everything but him.  His palm warmed my flesh a half a dozen times before I felt his fingers push between my lips to suck my cum from his fingers.  That sweetness exploded in my mouth.  I licked and sucked each finger clean then went to work on his palm like a starving Kitten.

When I heard his zipper slide, I looked up to see his beautiful thick cock only inches from my lips.  He had stripped his shirt, and let his pants fall, only to be kicked to the side.  He was naked.  His full hardness and pulsing viens proof he was also hungry.

He moved behind me, and I felt his head slide up and down my swollen, slick lips.  I moaned.  I so desperately needed.  With his hand circling the base of his cock, he shook his head against the walls of my entrance demandingly.  Then I felt his thick rounded head sink into my hot, wet pussy.  A bruising grip held my waist, so I couldn't take any more of what I wanted most.  Seconds passed.  I whimpered.  The walls of my cunt sucked at him in wanton desire.  Still he waited.  I clawed desperately at the leather back in need.  Another shake.  A pause.  I tried to push against his hold.  His grip only tightened.  I was out of my mind with need.

Finally I broke.

"Sire..." I begged.  "Please fuck me.  Please...I need you, Sire.  I need you.  Fuck me.  Please Sire, I beg you to fuck your dirty, nasty whore."

Before the word whore had died in the air, I was rewarded swiftly and violently.  His dick drove into me deep and sure.  I screamed no longer holding back.  He pulled slowly back out, only to drive forcefully back into me taking what was his.  His ruthless slow fucking continued.  My orgasms toppled over one another as I squirted repeatedly over his dick and nuts.  Tears streamed down my cheek.  "Thank you, Sire.  Thank you," I panted between my shouts of release.

He sank into me fully again, filling my swollen flesh.  He released his grip on my waist, and I felt him clasp the collar of the dress shirt hanging from me.  Roughly he peeled it back pulling my arms behind me as he dragged the arms of his shirt inside out.  When the cuffs caught on my wrists, he bound me.  Pressed linen now restrained me as his prisoner.  I was at his mercy.

Slowly he pulled his thick, pulsing flesh from my cunt.  He clasped my forearm and pulled me upright.  In my daze, I never quite stood upright before he led me to my knees on the floor.  His raging dick and full sacks were drenched in my sugar.

He reached between my breasts and carefully grasped the ends his loosened black Armani tie.  As he raised the end above my head, the knot spun and the loop pressed against my throat.  His other hand fisted in my hair harshly.  I opened my mouth wide and waited, struggling slightly to catch a full breath.  A reminder of his total control.  After a moment, he closed the distance between us, and I greedily devoured his juice coated dick in one long, deep stroke.  His hot flesh burned my lips.  His head pushed firmly against the back of my throat as the fist in my hair drove me down further.  As I choked he let me up, but I returned immediately.  My only thought his pleasure.  My only desire the taste of his hot nut.

I sucked.  I swallowed.  I licked. I nibbled.  My teeth grazed his flesh.  My tongue danced on his head. The constant tightness to my scalp and the pressure against my throat added to my frenzy.  I slurped at the spit I left thickly coating his meat.

He slapped at my face when I wasn't doing as he desired.  He beat my cheeks and lips with his cock.  He fed me his nuts.  I relished it all.  To be his bitch.  His slut.  His cock-sucking whore.

A groan finally accompanied the wet sounds of my mouth.  My mouth fucked his dick in frantic need. He dropped the tie behind me and held my head in both hands and took absolutely control.  He pushed his cock to the back of my throat.  The tip of my nose brushed his abdomen.  He pulled out partially and then fucked my throat with short shallow strokes.  On a ragged shout his dick jumped and he flooded my mouth with an immense load of hot, creamy cum.  It dripped from my lips and down my chin to my nipples.  I swallowed and sucked and lapped at his flesh for every last drop.  His hands fell to his sides as I continued to clean and serve him.  I heard him suck in several deep cleansing breaths until finally he pulled away.

He reached over and grabbed a blanket which he draped across his chair.  He stepped behind me and released the knot that had held me so well.  Gently he pulled the shirt back over my cooling flesh, and grasped each of my hands.  He sat and pulled me to his lap, tucking my head under his chin.

He held me tightly.  Both of us trembling so slightly.  Then he whispered in my ear the words I longed to hear.

"Good girl.  Very good girl."

His lips met mine for a slow, loving kiss that tasted of my tears.
~Katherine

Your Storms

The harsh winds have blown and blown.
My wings are too weary.
The flutter I'm capable of
No match for the battering of your storm.

I've tried to stay aloft.
For so long.
But those fragile emotions,
Are beaten and broken.

I'm grounded.
Exhausted from the fight to remain in flight.
Dark clouds hide the sun.
My eyes burn from the constant sudden shifts of your gale.

I've tucked myself away.
Out of your bruising chaos.
I can not navigate my way safely.
Through the endless changing patterns.

No guide to follow.
No beacon to light my way.
Nothing but a memory.
Impossible to recall in the cold, empty gloom.
~A Weary Kat

Finding Daddy's Little Girl: Part I

Yesterday, in the process of being a smart ass about my lover's age, we somehow found ourselves in our first teasing banter involving Daddy and his Little Girl (age play.)  Things quickly heated up as we both immediately found ourselves responding intensely to the concept and potential.  I was extremely surprised by my violent and complete need for this once we cracked the door to this room open.  My pussy was so wet I could barely sit still.  The following is the initial exploration in my head about what being Daddy's Little Girl could be...

I knock on the door and clutch the edge of my skirt just a bit, nervous and shy.  My sweetest little dress.  My shiny, black Mary Janes.  My pale stockings with the tiny pink bows.  And my pretty ruffled panties.  He told me to dress my best for him.  I want to please him so.

The door slowly opens and there he is.  All polished and put together in his pristine suit and tie. With a big smile I hop into his arms and rain kisses on his check.  "Daddy!"  He wraps me up in his big strong arms and instantly all is right in my world.  He nudges the door shut, then steps back to take in me in.  "Turn around so I can see."  I slowly turn so he can judge me from head to toe.  "Very, very nice.  Now the rest."  I tuck my chin just a bit then slowly my hand creeps down to my hem.  I hesitate.  "Show Daddy, Kitten."  Inch by inch I lift up my sweet little dress to show Daddy my ruffled panties and slowly turn around so he can see my plump tush.  I finish my spin and hold my breath.  He sits down on the couch still looking me up and down.  "You've been a very good girl, sweetheart.  Come sit on Daddy's lap."

With a little clap and a big smile, I crawl into My Daddy's lap and nuzzle up against his neck so I can smell his yummy scent and feel his arms engulf me.  "I missed you Daddy so much!"  With another kiss to his cheek,  I settle into his warmth.  "I missed you too, Kitten."  His hand reaches up to touch my cheek and I turn into his caress.  "Kitten..."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What, Daddy?"

His thumb reaches down to rub my soft lips.  He whispers in my ear, "Open your mouth and give Your Daddy a big girl kiss like a good girl."

His lips gently sweep down on mine and his tongue licks my lips encouraging me to open.  The heat and spice of his tongue bursts into my mouth.  With a sigh, I'm lost.  His initial gentle slip into my mouth quickly becomes a full thorough exploration and claiming.  His hand tightens on my jaw and holds me captive for his demands.  My hands clench his shirt.  My thighs tighten together.  When he pulls away, I'm left gasping and clinging.

I whimper at the loss of his lips, at the ache he's created.  "Daddy, those big girl kisses always make me feel achy. It almost hurts."

"Where does it hurt, Kitten?"

I look away embarrassed.

"Tell Daddy.  Where does it hurt?  I can't help you if you don't tell me, baby."

I lean into him and whisper so softly, "My boobies, Daddy.  They hurt so much when I give you big girl kisses."

"Do you want Daddy to make it better, Kitten?"

"Oh please, would you Daddy?"

"I'm going to have to rub them a lot to make that ache go away."

"But Daddy, you told me not to let any boys touch my big boobies."

"Yes, but I'm your Daddy, and I always do what's best for you, don't I?"

"Yes, you do.  You're the best Daddy ever.  Ouch they're sooooooo sore."

"Just rest your head Kitten, and let me take care of you."  He pulls my head to his shoulder and rubs my back to soothe me as his fingers lightly trace the outside of my full fat lush breast.  I gasp at the sensation and whimper.  "More Daddy, please...."  Slowly he eases me into his touch until his hand cups and molds my heavy tit.  I'm breathless and arching into his firm grip.  "Daddy...the points hurts sooooo much now."  I'm practically in tears.

"Let me see them, Kitten.  Let me kiss them and make it better?"

I swiftly tug down the sleeves of my dress and my breasts fall out, begging for attention.  I hear him suck in a breath at the sight of me.  He leans me back on the arm of the couch as his head drops to take a nipple into his hot mouth.  I cry out in pleasure.  As he sucks my fat hard nipple, his fingers rub and tug at my other.  I'm lost.  "Do you like that, Kitten?"

"Oh yes, Daddy.  Thank you.  Please don't stop.  It feels so good!"

"Tell me...have you been a good girl or a naughty girl?"

I bite my lip not wanting to admit my naughtiness, but he notices immediately my silly tell.

"Tell me, Kitten."

With a pout, "I was a little naughty, Daddy.  I'm so sorry.  I tried so hard to be good."  His lips circle my other nipple and suck it deep into his wet heat.  I feel his teeth graze my skin, and I groan.

"Tell me, Kitten so I can decide your punishment."

With a gasp as his tongue flickers over my nipple, "Yes, Daddy.  I was a bad girl....."

To be continued...
Part II

Good Morning

Wake me up.

Sink your fingers into my warm, soft pussy.
Play with me while I'm asleep.
Do anything you want.
My legs will spread even subconsciously.

For you.
To play.
With your whore.

Tease my sleepy cunt with your finger.
Slow and deep.
Feel its grip.
Oh yes...and the slippery silk of my juice.

Wet for you.
Begging for you.
All for you.

My hips begin to rock in my sleep.
My nipples tighten.
The dirty, nasty things you want to do race through your mind.
Your cock lengthens.

Take me.
I am yours.
I am your whore.

You stare at my open pussy.
You see me drip.
You know I'm ready.
You know what you want.

My clit.
My lips.
My hole.

Yours.
To take.
At will.

You wrap your soaked hand around your dick.
Warm, wet, and slick.
You like to be covered in your whore's juice.
You stroke.

You move carefully between my soft, welcoming thighs.
Your hard head nudging my entrance.
I moan in my dreams.
You give in to your desire.

You sink.
Slowly.
Deeply.
And take.

One slow stroke.
Two.
Time is running out.
Three.

You pause at my entrance a breath.
Then slam into me.
I gasp.
I shutter.

And you take.
Your whore.
For your pleasure.

As I cum.
And cum.
And cum.

Good morning, Sire.
~Kat

Dance with Me in the Flames

I don't need dommed.
I don't need to dominate.
I need a battle between equals.

I need it rough.
I need it nasty.
I need it hard.

Choking and biting.
Slapping and pulling.
Pushing and reaming.

Bruises.
From fingers, hands, mouth.
Dick.

Oh yes.
I am a Bitch.
But make me Your Whore.

And yes.
You are a Bastard.
And I'm claiming My dick.

Fuck you.
I don't feel like making it easy.

Fuck you.
I don't feel like serving.

Fuck you.
Serving me won't be enough.

Force me to take you
Between my fat kiss swollen lips.
To the back of my throat.

Don't stop.

My mouth...suck, slup.
My teeth...drag, nip.
My hands...slap, grip.

Don't stop.

Shove my legs wide.
Eat me like you're starved.
Push your fingers in me until it hurts.

Don't stop.

Drive me into a wall.
As you fill my hot, dripping cunt.
Hit bottom without apologies.

Don't stop.

Drag me by the hair to my hands and knees.
Spread my cheeks and sink into my tight, burning asshole.
Now take it like you own it.

Don't fucking stop.

I'm in heat.
A ferocious, consuming blaze.
Dance with me in the flames.

I crave.
I burn.
I rage.

Nothing will satisfy me but the fight.
Both of us left marked, sweaty, and exhausted.
Consumed by the passion and fire only we can create.
~A Vicious Little Kat