When Darkness Swallowed Me

The darkness in me that for many, many months I've buried under a sea of edits, mountains of work, and an endless amount of resume sending caught up with me today with a viciousness I never expected.  The most unlikely of sparks, lit the keg of dynamite I didn't know had been building.  In a heartbeat, M's cunt clenched and all the passion, need, and longing for M and our sweet darkness I've been ignoring exploded.  The strength of it left me shaken to my core and barely able to breathe.  The darkness in me that is utterly His swallowed be whole.

I tried to fight it off.  I tried to distract myself.  I tried...god I tried.  I didn't want to dump this on M out of nowhere.  I wanted so much to be strong and not needy.

I couldn't do it.  I was helpless with unrelenting need for Him.  For us.  For that dark, dark, wicked place that only He can every take me.

Panting, shaking, unable to even stand...I begged my Owner for any scrap of Dominance He would give His pet.  I would have done anything and everything He asked to bask in His Dominance and surrender to His Brutal Beast.  I did.

I begged.  I don't think I've ever EVER in my life been so desperate for anything.  Soul deep begging.  The kind that likely didn't make much sense.  The kind that sprang from my bones and blood.  I needed M more than I needed air.  I would have barked.  I swear, if he had asked, I would have stopped breathing for Him.

I can't deny it.  I need the weight of Him pushing me down.  The harder He pushes, the deeper I give to Him.  Our dark dance.  His Dominance.  My submission.  His Leash.  My compliance.  His Pain and Humiliation.  My surrender.

I begged like His good obedient dog as He used His cunt.  His hole wide open, blooming for Him. Greedy as only a nasty slut can be and I sobbed in relief and gratitude and surrender as wave after wave of hot orgasm sprayed between my legs for Him.

I remember once a long time ago in our very early days how I once begged.  Then I held back a piece of myself.  But today...today I gave Him everything including every scrap of my pride.

Every moment I spend in His darkness is a pure blessing for me.  I can never explain the joy and freedom I feel when he pushes me so far down.  My place...under Him.  Under His feet.  Under His whim.  That's all I want or need.  That's all I crave.

To be His pet curled humbly at His feet in submission and surrender.  My Owner is my everything.
And I can't thank him enough for the darkness He so graciously wrapped around me today.  For a few sweet moments I lost completely myself to Him. ~sigh~
~DominaKat

Crush Me

Crush me.

Beneath your boot.

Your precious flower.

Broken by You.

Your mind.

Your hands.

Destroy my beauty.

Crush me.

Make me bleed.

Let bruises bloom.

i will beg.

To be at Your mercy.

Hurt me.

Let Your sweet pain.

Crush me.

So i surrender everything.

The dark fire of You

Will consume my soul.

Crush me.

Crush Your obedient pet.

Crush me.

Crush what You control.

Crush me.

Crush all that is Yours.

Dismantle my pride.

Until i am humble.

Leashed and Owned.

Crush me.

Until i am nothing.

But what you allow me to be.

Your power and Dominance.

Are my air to breathe.

You are my world.

i seek your violence and wrath.

Crush me.

i submit to Your will.

Only through You

Can i find peace.

Tear apart Your petals.

To make me whole.

Only You can.

Crush me.

Yes, M. Crush me.

It is my only destiny.

~DominaKat

Utter Ruin

This morning I asked permission to play with His cunt.  My fat lips tingled with need for something...anything to slide through them and penetrate that greedy hole.  That hungry nub ached a bit for some action.  M granted me permission and my hand dove between my spread white thighs.

I don't know why I even bothered.

While my body may sometimes twitch for sexual release, nothing but M's hunger can satisfy me.  Where I use to be able to squirt buckets for my own twisted imagination and touch, I can barely even summon the most rudimentary slick heat.  ~sigh~

I'm ruined.

M ruined me.

It isn't just that I crave his hands, mouth, dick, Dominance, pain, use, etc., etc.  I know if M demanded it, with the right tone, non-XXX touch, a few minutes to get me into the right headspace, he could make me cum in a restaurant full of diners within minutes without even touching any of my holes or causing me pain.

So then how exactly am I ruined?  How deep does my ruination go?

Fucking bone deep.  DNA deep.  Soul deep.

I just realized the "key" to it all.  I quite frankly struggle to take any selfish pleasure. If the source of my action (any action) is not to serve Him, to obey His direction, or to please Him in some way shape or form, it holds little appeal.  In the case of my sexual energy...if it is not derived from His desire/need...I'm damn near numb.  My heart, my mind, and my body are so intricately and irrevocably tied to Him it astounds me a bit sometimes.  Me...the strong, independent, don't fuck with me warrior, the whore with the insatiable sex drive...is truly tamed to His hand.  Every piece of me has knelt at His feet and waits for His lead and direction.  I...even in the act of self-pleasure...have no control.  If He does not crave, demand, or nurture my body's response, it will lie dormant in wait for Him.  I could shove the best toy in the world up in me and the battery would die before I found any true satisfaction.  Everything I do—everything I am—revolves around Him.

~sigh~

Yes. I. Am. Ruined.
~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

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

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 Brutal Path to Darkness

First thing this morning, He lead me to into the dark.  I wasn't expecting it.  Maybe it was because I had been a bit careless.  Maybe He thought I needed to be reminded of my place.  Without warning, He shut the door and took me to Our darkness.

The sudden loss of light was welcome but almost unfamiliar.  I struggled to adapt.  I was disoriented.  His hold on my leash wasn't tight enough for me to center myself.  I clumsily stumbled.  I'd momentarily find my direction, only to be utterly lost with the next breath.  I fitfully kept trying.  Again.  And again.  I sought a path to obedience.  I couldn't find my way.  To my submission.  To my place.  To Him.  When he disgustedly ordered me to "just stop and leave it alone."  I was forced to face the ugly foreign reality.  I'd failed.  I had failed Him completely.

Shame overwhelmed me.  Fear clawed at me.  Sobs shook me violently as I curled into myself in humiliation and horrible stark emptiness.  My brutal failure tore through me like a jagged dull knife.  A shattered helpless heap, I felt so alone and unworthy my bones ached.

"Crying is what stupid cunts do. I want you to lay there and think about just how stupid and worthless you are, cunt."  His verbal kick tormented me.  Hot tears streaked down my face.

Apologies tumbled humbly from my lips.  "I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me..."  I crawled toward His ridicule.  "I need you, Sir.  Please..."

"So pathetic."  His cold voice and harsh words raked over my empty soul.  With every phrase, I gave in further, begged harder, slithered closer to the deep unyielding madness I so craved.

I was drowning in my need for Him.  "I am stupid and worthless and fucking helpless without you."

"Yes, you are.  My voice, my hand, my touch are the only things your body will respond to, aren't they meat?"

"Yes, Sir,"  I whimpered following His voice deeper into darkness.  "I need you, Sir," I begged, completely broken.  "You are my beginning and end.  I am just a stupid mindless toy for my Owner to play with.  Use."  My tears spilled and splattered across my breasts as I crawled toward the only One that could save me.  A gripping heat once again coiled in my cunt.

"You're stupid and useless," He barked at me.  "You need me to lead you.  You need my leash to keep you steady and moving forward."  I crumpled at His feet.  Curled shamelessly below Him, I clung to His dominance and cruelty.  My tears fell on His hard boots as He looked down on His pathetic toy.

Brokenly I continued my pleas, hoping for forgiveness.  "Yes, I need your touch and your words to feel.  I am nothing without you, Sir."

"That's right.  Without me you are nothing."  One foot lifted and was placed at my neck, holding me down to the cold floor.  I trembled in my dark submission.  The heavy folds of my cunt became slick with my shame.  "You are completely dependent on me."

"Oh yes, Sir, I need you to breathe," I whispered.  "Only you can make me come alive.  Only you understand the twisted darkness I need to feel.  Only you.  You are the reason I wake up.  You are the reason I live.  To be yours.  I was born for you."

"That's the truth of everything," He stated coldly between clenched teeth.  I panted like a dog in response.

"I will do anything for you.  Suffer through anything for you," I cried brokenly.  "I am yours, M.  Completely.  Helplessly.  Yours.  My place is under you."

His growl was my only reply.  I shivered in fear and need.  I wanted so desperately to please my Beast.  "Please Sir.  May I try again to obey?  I want to make up for my utter pathetic failure."

"Do it, stupid." He demanded as He lifted His boot.  "But fail again and you can forget it for awhile."

I frantically scurried to my back with my fat ass between His boots,  I spread my legs wrapping them around His calves,  I was open to Him in the most vulnerable of ways.  I pulled my cunt lips wide, exposing myself further.  Though completely untouched, in seconds I began to cum endlessly like the pathetic dog I was as He watched me embrace my place below Him.  He growled deep at my submission.  The arch of my shameful orgasm splattered across my thighs and to the unyielding floor.  I poured for Him like a whorish fountain.  Long minutes He watched me wither and groan beneath Him in wet lust responding simply to His heavy hand and brutal mental cruelty.  As the waves of my orgasm finally ebbed, He stood and walked away with only one final parting phrase,  "That's a good dog."

Left helplessly in the messy pooling puddle of my hot cum, I faced the harsh vicious truth.  Only M and the Beast dwelling inside Him would ever inspire my abject and total submission.  Only His unrestrained darkness would ever quench the thirst I'd always held in my soul.  His brutal path to darkness was both my destruction and my salvation.  My freedom and His are found in the heady addictive blend of Our sweet light and the madness of Our dark.  He is my Alpha and Omega.
~DominaKat

Hot Wet Rain

I'm a whore today.  A dark, nasty filthy whore.  The darkness I crave is hot and black.  It brands my soul until I scream with sheer unrestrained need.  I can not apologize for my wanton desires anymore than I can apologize for being my age or height.  They simply are.  All day...the vicious beast in me roars begging for her Owner to set her free...

* * * * *

The park was scattered with visitors, yet we had tucked ourselves away to a picnic table away from the common paths.  Sitting at the end of the table with Him standing between my spread legs, I rested my head on His chest and knew a bone deep peace.  However, my discomfort was rising.  The need to pee had been calling for the last mile or so, but every time we'd come to a rest area, He'd held me close and replied, "Not yet pet."  With a whimper I obeyed.

The loose button-down dress He'd chosen for me to wear was perfect for the burst of warm weather we were indulging in.  As our embraced continued His hands caressed my thighs higher and higher until the short length slipped from under my ass.  His hands were now low on my lush naked hips as neither panties nor a bra had been allowed when He outlined my attire for the day.

With a soft pat to my flesh, he asked so politely, "Do you still need to go, pet?"

"Yes, Sir," I murmured into His chest.

"So do I.  Let's take care of things shall we?"  With a sigh I pulled back to reach behind me for my small purse, but His hand gently caught my hand.  "Wait.  Lean back on your hands for Me, pet."  Of course I obeyed easily, thinking He only wanted to enjoy our solitude for another moment or two.  Instead I watched helplessly as He slowly began to unbutton the bottom of my dress.  With the first, I was only slightly intrigued.  With the second, my heart increased its tempo.  Another and my breath caught and a heated blush began to rise to the surface of my skin.  When he reached for the fourth I moaned knowing I was about to be fully exposed to Him.  He spread the material to the side and took in His property.

I watched as His eyes darkened, and His lids became heavy.  I could feel and see His beast rising from slumber.  "Scoot that ass to the edge and spread your fucking thighs for me, whore."  With a small whimper, I simply obeyed.  His jaw hardened as His gaze raked His meat.  'More!" He demanded.  "Show me My cunt."  I spread my thighs further and felt the tickle of the breeze lick my heavy lips as He took a step back.  I closed my eyes embarrassed and waited for His next command.  I heard His deep hum and knew I'd pleased the beast taking hold of Him.

At the small clang of His belt, my eyes flew open to watch His hands tug that leather strap from its cinch.  "Piss now, cunt."  I groaned deeply as His training of me kicked in hard.  My body began to relax and the pressure in my bladder began to flow downward.  He unbuttoned His jeans and lowered His zipper to pull out His soft dick.  My mouth watered to take Him in my mouth.  Then blessedly, my hot piss began to rain down from between my spread thighs to the packed dirt below.  The sound seemed to echo around us and fed my desire tenfold.  Lust slammed into me hard and deep.  I gasped and lunged my hips in need even has I flushed with humiliation.  "Fuck...you're such a filthy slut, aren't you?  Pissing like a dog for me."  I began to pant as the stream started to trickle off.

Careful of the puddle I'd left, He took a half step toward me, His dick held firmly in His hand.  "Spread those fat wet cunt lips and show me Me fuckhole."  I rushed to obey.  Always obey.  My need choked me.  I needed Him desperately.

"Please Sir..." I whimpered.  "Please..."

"What do you want cunt?  What do you need so badly?"

"You." I panted.  "I'm so close.  Please..."

When His fiery piss began to shower my pussy, I nearly lost it.  "Sir!  Yes!  Thank you!" I croaked fighting the orgasm flooding through me.

With a growl and another stream burning my flesh he finally gave me my release.  "Cum you filthy whore.  Cum as I piss all over you."  He deep quiet laugh only fed my madness.  He stopped His flow and watched as I bucked desperately on the wooden planks and squirted a hard deep orgasm, adding to the growing pool under us.

When the first wave crested, He reached up and grabbed my hair pulling my head back.  With His other hand He quickly finished unbuttoning the rest of my dress and exposed my breasts and stomach.  I couldn't summon the will to care.  I just panted like a dog having been run hard.  The dress hung off me and branded me a wanton slut.  "Get on the fucking ground," He ordered.

I awkwardly rose and shifted my weight forward drunk on my lust for Him.  I stumbled to the ground.  My knees spread straddling the pool of cum and piss on the ground.  Before I'd even completely caught my balance, He again began to mark and stain His property.  His hot wet rain splatter on my heavy pale breasts.  Rivers slid down my stomach and traveled down my thighs.  The smell enveloped me.  I gripped His waist trying to remain steady as another orgasm ripped through me.  "Yes...thank you, Sir." I chanted as  madness took me under.

Silence descended.  I dripped of Him.  I smelled of Him.  I was His.  Yet, still it wasn't enough.  He fisted my hair and pushed His hardening dick between my lips.  "Suck me clean and dry, dog."  I devoured shamelessly.  Kneeling in the dirt, covered in Him I licked the drops of cooling piss from His head and then swallowed His meat whole.  His groan told me His pleasure.  I slurped.  I choked.  I hungered.

"Open wide."  I obeyed.  Looking up to meet His heated gaze, He began to fuck my mouth harshly.  His firm wide head beat at the back of my throat.  Again and again.  My lips dripped with drool.  I looked the animal as His beast ravaged His willing victim.  He dragged my head deeper and shoved Himself violently down my throat.  I couldn't breath.  I couldn't move.  I could only take until His hot cum erupted.  His fierce growl sent me into another vicious orgasm as I swallowed and slurped up more of Him.  He pulled out and sprayed the last of His nut across my fevered skin.  The beast marking His pet and staining her soul.
~DominaKat

A Slut's Destiny

A slut can't help herself.
She craves it.
Wants it.
Needs it.

All.

His hands touching her.
His mouth devouring her.
His mind tormenting her.
His dick plowing into her.

Her lust is insatiable.
Her body a willing vessel.
She opens her hot wet mouth to pleasure.
She spreads her warm thighs in welcome.

A slut's destiny.
Is her Beast.

Take her hard.
Use her brutally.
Hurt her without mercy.
Destroy her and set her free.

Give her all.

Unrestrained passion.
Consuming pain.
Broken tears.
Strong bonds.

She knows no other fate.
But the raping and use of her holes.
The sweet violent release of orgasm.
By the only One who is strong enough to tame her.

A slut's destiny.
Is her beast.

A wild temptress.
Mindless in her ecstasy.
A hungry animal long buried inside her.
Searching to be claimed.

Take it all.

Her strong mind.
Her pliant giving body.
Her tender heart.
Her endless soul.

Forever in heat.
Waiting for fulfillment.
To be forced to surrender.
Everything.

A slut's destiny.
Is submission to her Beast.
~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

Lessons of Being A Great Fuck

Octobers are usually a bit insane for me.  The number of life changing moments attributed to this month is beyond coincidence.  February is the other one.  ~sigh~  Yes...I am nervous, but there really isn't much to do except wait for it.  Because of that and a number of other reasons, I'm reflecting this evening.

I look back just a year ago...harsh, harsh lessons.  I remember the pain.  I remember the reality.  I was forced to realized that my partner at the time would never choose to nurture or cherish me.  I was too far away, too smart, too aggressive, too dominant, too whatever for tenderness.  Consideration and kindness weren't on His agenda.  I was simply a great fuck.  "I want to fuck you for the rest of my life.  I never want to stop."  Those were his words as I watched him from the bed, knowing in my heart and mind that those were the last days I'd ever see him.  He'd stated what he wanted, demonstrated his self-interest, and I was unwilling to tolerate either.

While I no longer hate him for his games, those lessons can never be unlearned.  It wasn't until the fiasco of our tumultuous relationship that I truly understood how many guys in my life had just enjoyed how I fucked them and never inconvenienced themselves out of any genuine love for me.  Few have loved me.  Most...just loved to fuck me.

I am and have always been a very sexual creature.  Sexuality is a fundamental aspect of my core.  Because of that, there is a part of me that does seek to be the best fuck a man has ever experienced.  I absolutely want to be craved by my partner.  Yet...only being valued for how I spread my legs tends to leave me hallow and cold.  In the kinky land of BDSM, that inner conflict has been and sometimes still is extremely difficult for me to reconcile at times.

I am an insatiable whore, yet I want to be valued and appreciated for all of me.  I can soak a bed with cum for an apt lover.  I can suck a dick very well for hours.  I can take pain and love it rough.  I like things freaky and crave an outstanding mindfuck.  lol  However, there is much, much more to me.  I am smart.  I am occasionally silly.  I am fiercely loyal.  I can be soft and tender.  I can be incredibly strong.  I may want to fuck dirty and nasty to exhaustion, yet deep in my soul I want to grow old with someone I love true and who loves me true...someone who will still hold my hand when we're 65 and whose eyes will still light up in that special way only for me.

A year ago, I paused in my journey, finally understanding what I didn't want.  I knew that with the right Man, BDSM and kink were where I would finally discover contentment and quench the hunger I have always kept chained and buried inside me.  However, just a kinky dick was never going to do it.  While I could flirt and banter with most, I would never find what I searched for handing playtime out like candy.  Regardless of my sex drive, I would never find peace as a surface player.  Only cold, hollow emptiness.  I needed and deserved more.  I craved depth and intimacy and a strong connection that would bind us together not simply physically but mentally and emotionally.

So I changed the direction of my journey and have been rewarded a thousand times over.  I waited to find a Man who would see all of Me AND have the strength, knowledge, and experience to tame me. Comments, flirting, compliments, and requests to crawl between my legs could evaporate immediately and it would not phase me.  It is only within the comfort, security, trust, and respect of my relationship with M that I'm truly learning just how great a fuck I can be and I how great ALL of me truly is.
~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

My Prayer

Beast...come to me...

Awaken.
Bound in your chains.
Let me sate your forbidden hunger.

Your mate.
I call.

Wild.
Ravenous.
Fearless.
Uncontrolled.

Beast...help me...

I wither with need.
In heat for your dark sins.
Panting for the touch and taste of you.

Your mate.
I am here.

Lost.
Frantic.
Helpless.
Starved.

Beast...take me...

Claw at heaving breasts.
Pound between spread thighs
Inflict pain on this soft, aching flesh.

Your mate.
For you I...

Tremble.
Scream.
Surrender.
Cry.

Beast...destroy me...

Release your savage.
Gorge on your willing victim.
My tortured soul is your endless meal.

Your mate.
I am yours.

Devour.
Ravish.
Violate.
Rape.

Beast...save me...

You are my destiny.
Simply my everything.
I shall release you from your buried prison.

Your mate.
I am home.

Feed.
Command.
Claim.
Own.

~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