Primal Bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

~DominaKat

I Begin with Him

Fuck.
God.
Damn.

There is NOTHING.
And I mean fucking NOTHING.
Like starting off the day with my Daddy.
In His arms.

With His dick so hot and deep in my mouth.
As He beats my ass until I'm on fucking fire.
Yet I still beg for another strike.
And another.
As I choke, slurp, and suck like a good girl on Daddy's dick.
And then coming.
Again and again on His command.
Like a good dog.
In a gushing warm fucking mess.
Legs spread wide as He fills His hole.
And watches His cherished pet suffer and loose myself.
In Him.

Always.
In Him.
My beginning and end.
My center.
My everything.
~DominaKat

Business as Usual - Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Sir," I breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Sir." I breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

What She Was

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

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

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

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

But I couldn't look away.  I watched.

Them.

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sick.  Twisted.

She was...

Me.
~DominaKat

Saturday Night Slut - Part I

It was a cool, fall night in the Village.  I had dressed as M requested in my brown suede knee high boots, short, swishy brown skirt, and warm, clingy black turtle neck with a zippered front.  My very presentable vanilla attire showing sass and style would have caused little stir.  However M had refused to let me wear a bra and had tugged the zipper low.  By heavy breasts jiggled with every step, every laugh, every move.  My big aureolas kept peeking out of the gaping v.  As we'd walked down the busy streets guys had stared often and nodded to M with approval.  Every time it happened he'd laughed then blatantly groped my tits while calling me a slut no matter who was near.  Heat would flush my body, but the next moment M would be right back to the conversation we'd been having then laugh again when I had to take a moment to regroup.  I'd essentially been His yo-yo since we left to catch the train.

Once we sat down in the back booth for dinner I thought I might catch a break.  I was sadly mistaken.  M had ordered our drinks.  Instead of my usual boring ice water, he'd requested a double vodka and cranberry for me.  With my raised eyebrow, he with no qualms announced his intention.  "I plan to get you drunk, pet.  You'll be helpless and at my mercy within the next three hours.  Eat light."  A sliver of dread filled me.  I hadn't ever been drunk with M.  I'm not really much of a drinker.  In fact it had been years since I'd let myself have too many and slip into silly, talkative, adventurous drunkness.  As the drinks were set on the table, I gave in to the inevitable and trusted M as I did with everything.  M's sadistic dark smirk accompanied his "to a very fun evening' toast.  I showed my acceptance of His plans with a long drink and let the the first kick of alcohol give me that instant inner sigh.  What would be would be.

After our dinner was ordered and a bit of banter, M raised His hand to my cheek to turn my face toward Him.  "Look at me, pet."  Seeing His dark hooded eyes, I realized His beast was hungry and eager to toy with me.  "Lean back.  I want to play with my property."  My eyes never left His to scan any possible witnesses.  I was only focused on pleasing Him.  Luckily being in the back booth, the only patrons that might notice were three college guys drinking more beer and arguing football.  I seriously doubted they would raise an alarm.  I leaned back to dropped my arms to my sides.  M's warm hand slid easily into my gaping top.  They weren't kind.  He cupped my tit and squeezed hard before playing so teasingly with my nipple ring.  "Such lovely slutty tits.  Tug down that zipper just a bit more, whore.  Give the waiter and those horny boys something for their dicks to get hard about."  My jittery hand lifted and obeyed, letting the v of my shirt widen enough for M to expose my hardened nipple.  I could feel my face flush and pussy weep.  My breathing became shallow.  "So responsive you are.  You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you."  I bit my lip and nodded in surrender.  M's hand left my chest leaving my breast on display.  He reached in my drink to scoop an ice cube and brought it back to the nipple.  I jerked at the frigid wetness.  He only laughed.  "Spread your legs."

"M..." I whimpered.

"Do it, cunt."  My legs spread.  "Pull up that skirt and let me see my meat."  My fists gripped the edges and dragged at the material.  He slowly slid the ice cube up my pale thighs before raising up to let cold drops fall to my hooded clit.  I groaned.  My hips started to grind in need.  Another dark chuckle.  "Such a filthy slut.  Let's try to cool down that hole."  His fingers proceeded to shove that frozen chunk through my tender folds and up into my hot wet cunt.  "You're so hot it won't last a minute.  Cover up, pet.  Our waiter's not sure if he should leave our salads or stroke His dick."
~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

Dark Madness & Sin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Empty and Obedient

UPDATE/IMPORTANT NOTE: Let me very clear here...NONE of the situations below have happened nor been suggested, and M was VERY concerned after reading my post. Often times, written words are my best form of communication. Within them I find a clarity and expression that I can never articulate verbally as I'm thinking in the moment when I speak. As I write...I turn inside and forget everything around me to pull at the tangle of threads cluttering my mind. This post was no different. I explored in that moment where I was and there were many factors that likely prompted my emptiness.  For more on those see the next post:  Temporary Emptiness

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There are days when submission is neither felt nor inspired.  I am empty today.  My sex drive  is flat.  My heart feels cut off.  I just breathe and do.  When that grey sea of nothing overtakes me, my submission exists only consciously.  I am obedient.  These words are a result of that.  Anything He asked, requested, or demanded I would do.  In some ways, I am the perfect toy in this mood as nothing touches me.  There are no emotions to counter, no physical sensitivities, and no...morals or ethics.  All of that is in a deep quiet sleep far, far away.

If He pushed Himself between my legs and shoved His hard dick through my dry folds, tearing into His tender cunt, I'd simply open wider.  I would be His cock warmer.  His cum dump.  His rag doll to use.  My body might get wet.  It may even cum.  But I'd feel nothing inside.  I would lay there nearly unresponsive as He took what He desired.  "Yes, Sir."

If He told me to spread my legs and bend over the counter as I did dishes, I would.  I'd stand quiet and unmoving as my sadistic bastard defiled His holes however He chose.  I'd arch my back, so He could watch whatever thing He chose to fuck His property with slide in and out of my flesh.  I'd feel no embarassment.  Meat feels nothing.  It is only consumed.

If He asked me to crawl naked down NYC's busy Broadway leashed like a dog, I would.  I would be oblivious to the humiliation and the rough scrapes of the pavement on my hands and knees.  I'd follow His lead.  I would take treats from His hand because He expected it.  I would squat on command and piss on the sidewalk without a care.  A good bitch obeys her owner.

If He tied me up and chose to beat me, I'd lay there and take each strike with a "Thank you Sir."  The pain would barely register.  His crop's lick.  His flogger's kiss.  His belt's blow.  His hand's slap.  His wooden spatula's sting.  He could pound at me.  He could paint His canvas in bruises and welts, but I would likely not flinch.  No tears.  No pleads.  Mercy would be completely unnecessary.  Then when he abandons me still bound on the floor, His piss drying on my skin, I would wait with unending patience for His return, entombed in my grey nothingness.

If He pulled out my fat, heavy tits in a crowded bar filled with men, I would sit silently uncaring as others licked me with their eyes.  If he chose to let them grope, His whore would submit to the use without shame.  If he laid me out on the table and shoved my dress to my waist and made me squirt in front of a rapt audience of strangers, I would neither resist nor feel any high.  If he commanded me to lay there as a train ran between my thighs, I'd silently watch His face curious as to His reaction as anonymous men took their fill of a random, nameless gutter slut available for rutting.  When He'd had His fill and finally decide it was time to leave, I'd walk quietly beside Him reeking of sex.  An empty ghost unmoved from the sins committed in the previous hours.

Sometimes all I do is exist.  When He is ready for all of me, He'll tug those strings, and I'll be whole once more.  Until then...all that's left is for me to obey.
~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

M's Bitch

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

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

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

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

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

Our Wait for the 7

It was late.  Few were out and about at all, and the platform was deserted.  We had a little wait and walked to the end of the platform to catch the front car.  Or at least that's the reason M gave me.  We were content and happy, tired from the long fun day.  After checking out the view, we snuggled, kissed, and touch as we usually do at every opportunity.  Lovers that can't quite keep from touching...tasting.  But M is a devious man and likes to push.  Soon our bit of PDA took on more of the intensity we shared behind closed doors.  He held my head, deepening our kiss and commanding I give more.  Our tongues dueled, and I was quickly wishing we were already tucked away as desire licked up my spine.

When his hands cupped my full aching breasts, I sighed in blessed relief despite our very public location.  My nipples immediately responded through the thin material and pebbled in his palm as he massaged their weight.  My big slutty tits were braless beneath my strappy, summer top.  I'd shed its vice grip an hour before as we were walking to the restaurant, careless if the late night wait staff notice their swing or hard tips.  Now with M's demanding touch, they begged to be used.  He gave them and me, much more than expected on that well lit train platform.

Whether it was my willing response that set him off or just his sadistic need to toy with his slut, the devilish look in his eyes was my only warning.  Without hesitation or even a glance around us, M tugged up my shirt to settle above my breasts and exposed my 36DD mounds for his torment.  He cupped...molded...sucked.  Not gently.  Not easily.  But with his cruel intensity that I so fucking crave.  Even as a tiny part of me was conscious of the trouble we might cause, my body gave in fully, arching into his touch.  I've long ago accepted that I am His property to consume whenever, wherever, and however he desires.

I gasped.  I whimpered.  The pleasure flooding me with heady need.  When he stepped back and slapped His slut's heavy tits,  my cunt clenched in response.  One small part of me was still firmly in reality though, and I purposefully held myself at ease in case anyone chanced upon us.  Again I felt that sweet sting.  My head fell back in bliss.  Yet, I struggled internally with the conflicting bombardment of needs.  The thread of sanity kept trying to interrupt with reason, but His pet simply wanted more of His use.  And His Whore...that crazy bitch was beginning to dance in glee and was sincerely hoping M would shove down my pants and four finger fuck me in front of God and everyone.  Chaos crashed in my head, yet my body held steady greedy for another harsh slap.  In the end, I'm M's to command.

His sudden grip on my arm woke me from my inner chaos and sensuous haze, but instead of stopping, M quickly turned me around to bend me over the rough cement barrier guarding the edge.  When he shoved his hand against my dampening cunt, my inner whore jumped for joy silencing any more whispers of reason.  I don't remember what he said.  I was lost.  "...whore..."  "...slut..."  God yes...I was all of those things for Him.

He slapped my ass hard.  I tried to swallow my cry.  "Cum, bitch."  Another smack shook my fat cheek.  "Cum in your pants like a dirty slut."  Another.  "I said CUM!" he growled impatiently.  The building pressure burst, and I came in a gush.  A warm river drenched my crotch and ran down my leg, soaking my capris.

"I did." I whimpered.  M's grabbed my crotch and laughed tauntingly at me as he felt and saw the humiliating evidence of my unrestrained passion.  So pleased, he turned me back to him and held me, reassuring his very embarrassed pet that I was "such a good whore."  Torn between my imminent shame and my satisfaction of pleasing M,  I looked over his shoulder across the tracks to the other platform and realized we'd had an audience of one who had to have seen some bit of my public use.  However, that barely registered as nothing could be done to undo it.  I knew the worst was yet to come.

The tracks began to rumble.  My dread increased.  I had to get through three stops in my embarrassing condition.  M didn't give me the easy way out either the sadistic bastard.  He stood with his back to the door, forcing me to face him and show my backside to any that wanted to glance my way.  I rested my head against his chest and tried not to imagine what a dirty slut I must have looked like.  I never heard a snicker.  I never heard a comment.  All I know is that I was never more relieved to be walking again in the dark, quiet streets without a potential audience.

M definitely added another splash of dark color onto my blank canvas that night.  I truly doubt that will be my only experience with his twisted sense of public fun.  Next time...oh yes...next time I'm sure it will be much, much worse.  ~sigh~

But then why does some part of me look so forward to it all?  ;-)
~DominaKat

His Willing Victim

I choked and gagged on his angry, demanding dick.  He pushed and held me down, until his head forced its way down my throat.  I was left gasping for air and struggling as he took his right.  He raped my mouth without apology or hesitation.  Used it like I was a cheap fucking whore.  I was.  I was His cheap, dirty, filthy whore to use however he desired.  And he left me no doubt who held control.

My throat tightened around him.  With slack lips, I open my mouth even wider.  My jaw ached.  Drool pour from my mouth pooling in his lap as I tried to catch a sliver of air.  It was a mess.  My face was slick with saliva.  Thick strands of spit fell from my lips and soaked his pubic hair.  My mouth was His fuckhole.  Wet lips and a throat meant to serve my sadistic, cruel Master.

With his hand on my head, he forced my face to his crotch and made me take every bit of Him.  "Suck, you nasty whore."  He ground himself into me, fucking my face harshly - refusing to show His slut an ounce of mercy.  I whimpered, cried, suffered as he rammed still further down down into my throat, even as my empty pussy wept in response and need.  I could no longer think.  I simply tried to survive the abuse he gave his greedy whore.  Again and again the head of his dick tore down my throat.  I couldn't breath.  I couldn't escape.  I was my Beast's willing victim.

Helpless, my body fought back in a violent rush of thick mucus as my empty stomach convulsed and puke rained over his meat.  An orgasm ripped through my cunt as I gushed achingly between my empty thighs.  I was rewarded with freedom from his tight grip.  Instinctively I pulled back enough to breathe.  With his cock resting on my tongue, I held myself there and gasped for air as my body shook.  I licked him still wanting to please.  Spit and more hung from my swollen red lips and dripped down my cheeks and chin.  With my hooded gaze, I must have looked like a well used slut.

He laughed darkly and stated with absolute certainty, "I own that hole now."  He was right.  He had brutally claimed my mouth.  It belonged entirely to Him.  M had stripped me entirely of grace and pride and brought me to my fucking knees.  I had pleased him well, as I was meant to do.
~DominaKat

Breaking in His Whore - Part I

He held me naked to the wall by my throat.  His tight grip leaving me dizzy and wet.  I wasn't with a boy.  A fully dressed, exquisitely patient man held me firmly and absolutely in my place.  "Spread your legs, whore."  I never questioned, only obeyed.

His violent kiss was my reward.  Hot and hungry.  No hesitation.  No tease.  Just pure possession. His hands grabbed my full aching breasts.  Whorish tits that begged for abuse.  His fingers dug into my mounds as he claimed his due.  Fire ripped through my gut at his assault, and the cunt he owned wept.  A harsh slap across my face stunned me.  Another stung my heaving chest before he fiercely worried a hard beaded nipple and dug his hand in my hair, slamming my head against the wall.  "Such a fucking whore.  Begging for use.  You were meant to be abused like a dirty slut."

His voice...his cruel, twisted words seduced my mind like nothing else with their truth.  I'd always known that deep down at my core I was destine to be a man's whore.  My Master's whore.  I simply had to find him.  I was in His hands now.  "You're a delicious piece of fuckmeat."  I panted for him like a dog.  The sensation on my nipple tightened further and further until I cried out from the pain.  An orgasm building.  "Who owns you, slut?" he demanded.  The haze of pain slowed my reaction, and a second slap across my face fell at my delay.

"You." I gasped.

"Who?"  Slap.  I whimpered.  He released my hair as his hand snaked once again to my throat, cutting off my ability to breath.  A sadistic whisper in my ear, "Answer it right or I'll fucking beat you."  Slap.  A wet trail ran down my thighs.  "Who's filthy little fucktoy are you?"  Gasping for air, he watched my helpless struggle before his grip eased just slightly.

I rushed to reply well, "Yours, Sir.  I'm your obedient fucktoy to use and abuse.  Please, Sir...please..."

"Please what, cunt?"  Both his hands encircled my tits bringing their heavy weight up to meet his lips.  I arched into his touch.  I moaned as his teeth took turns sinking into my fat nipples.

"Please, Sir," I begged.  "Use me for your pleasure.  Take what you want from me."

A dark chuckle.  "I plan to.  First let me see what a nasty slut you are."  With no warning he took possession of his sloppy wet cunt.  There was no way to hide my slutty response to his sadistic touch.  "Look how fucking nasty you are for me."  Three fingers plowing ruthlessly through my hot slick folds.  I was so close.  I'd never felt such a harsh possession.  I was owned.  I was property.  I was His.  "Dirty slut.  You've been waiting all your fucking life to be used by me, haven't you?"

"Oh God...Yes!!!  Please, Sir.  May I cum???"  My knees bent instinctively, and I leaned forward and gripped my thighs.  I was open and grinding myself onto his hand like an animal in heat.  There was no grace, no polite lady, no strong warrior.  Just a rutting whore in search of freedom only he could provide.  Suddenly, my cunt was empty.  I watched through half-lidded, passion-drunk eyes as he leaned over and grabbed a little trash can from the corner.

"Such a greedy wet bitch."  He shoved the can between my feet.  "You'll cum in the garbage like the filthy slut you are, whore."  He pushed me square between my chest, and my back slammed back against the wall.  I slid further down the wall.  My knees bent further as I braced my weight against my thighs.

Without mercy his hand returned to ream my cunt.  My hot hole sucked hungrily at his fingers and tightened around his brutal intrusion.  "Cum, bitch.  Cum in the trash like you are told."  A fourth finger spread his fuckmeat wider.  I bared down hard on his cruel use.  The overwhelming rush of animalistic desire started from a deep dark place within me that I'd never known.  My head dropped helplessly to M's chest.  He held me to him as he continued to drive me over the edge.  I grunted and growl as pleasure ripped through my soul and devoured the last bit of my sanity.  My orgasm gushed like a waterfall between my legs and over M's hand.  Spraying my thighs, my hot cum fell into the garbage like dirty meat droppings.  He continued to milk me.  Wave after wave racked my body and stripped my mind.

I was nothing but his whore.

And His abuse had only just begun.
~DominaKat

Just a Dip in the Sweet Dark Pool of Pain

It's been a long time since I've felt the delicious bite of pain lapping at my body.

At first, I splashed along the edge with abandon.  It was so very, very needed.  I was starved.  My response was absolute greed.  I closed my eyes and relished that first heady refreshing gift.  My orgasm was swift and short, but left an easy smile on my face.

He was simply teasing me.

That...that had only been foreplay.

Silly girl.

His next instructions were clear and precise.  My hands shook just slightly as I obediently followed his orders.  M caught me off guard.  I hadn't expected.  I hadn't mentally prepared.  It didn't matter.

He waited patiently.

But I can't lie.  I tried to ease myself into it.  It didn't work.  Even as I tried, I knew he'd purposely left me no way to avoid the inevitable.  Fuck...I'm outmatched a thousand times over.  Even while it makes me crazy, it thrills me to no end that M absolutely deserves my respect, my trust, my submission.  Finally I forced myself to wade further into the pool of pain than I was ready for, and I met his demands.  I was in up to my waist but still standing on my tiptoes and jumping with the waves.  My mind wasn't ready to go deeper.  I couldn't make myself take the next step.  Even as I avoided, I wondered if he'd catch me at it.

I'm a fucking fool.

He swiftly caught me.  No reprimand.  Not even a point blank comment.  Just a simple correction, a hand on my back, that left me no choice but to put me exactly where he wanted me.  Chest deep in that wicked pool.  It's sharp teeth bit heavily into me.  I whimpered, but didn't push back.  I obeyed M.  What M asks for, I will do my best to give.

M let me take a step back, but he didn't let me leave.  He made me stay. The waves of pain rolled over me, gnawed at my mind and body.  As I breathed through its fiery licks, my cunt pulsed.  It weeped.  I craved...more.  My legs spread helplessly.  My need blatant.  I begged M to be filled.

He gave me sweet mercy.  As my desperate pussy greedily sucked on each stroke and begged for more, the pain ate away at my mind.  The wicked licks shift to slow deep suction.  The hot burn evolved to an icy cold.  I didn't understand, and at that point I no longer fucking cared.  I finally stopped fighting and let the pain take me down. My body relaxed.  My mind floated free.  I begged to cum like the dirty nasty whore that sweet dark pool of pain had reduced me to.  I panted.  I groaned.  I waited.  On M's permission to let go.  The pain began to slowly spread through me expanding outward.  I was nearly undone.

"You can cum slut," set me free.  My hips pounded against the brutal stabbing drives into my greedy fuckhole.  I cried out as the scorching flood of my cum gushed and sprayed from my between my creamy thighs.  The violent stabs didn't slow.  Orgasm after orgasm crashed over me, forcing stream after stream of cum juice from deep inside me.  It drenched everything.  It's hot erotic drops splashing my breasts, my face.  I was senseless.  Tumbling through pleasure and pain until I somehow found the surface and frantically crawled to the shallow side of the pool.  Oh my god...was all I could think.  The intensity.  The force.  The endlessness.  I tried to catch my breath and find my balance.

But the pain wasn't over.  As my pleasure faded, the sweet darkness held its tight grip around me.  "Wait," was my command.  The slow spread had shifted through me to the center of my back.  I breathed deep.  I whimpered.  Still it crawled up my spine like a merciless bitch.  I didn't beg for reprieve...I embraced the challenge.  The pain was mine.  I smiled back at it and pulled it deeper.

Then M released me, and suddenly I was dragged down viciously through raging flames hidden below the surface of that dark deceptive pool.  The fire whipped at my foolishness and left me gasping and choking like a child.  I curled into a ball and came again helplessly as it threw me onto the shore.

When I could finally speak, I looked at M and said the only honest thing I could say, "Fuck you, you bastard.  You didn't warn me."  He simply laughed.  I laid my head back down in defeat.  He'd kicked my fucking ass almost effortlessly.

And that was just a short dip in the sweet, dark pool of pain.

I'm so very well fucked.  lol
~DominaKat

My Beast's Playground

My hand in his.
He guides our descent.
I eagerly follow him down.

Deep into darkness.

To be My Beast's erotic victim.
At the mercy of the animal hidden from the world.
In His cruel, seductive black lair.

It is where I belong.

To drown in his dark needs.
And feed his gnawing hunger.
To sate My ravenous Beast.

As he frees my own twisted soul.

He whispers of dark things I cannot resist.
He understands instinctively my depravity.
He toys brutally with my helplessness.

I surrender completely to His will.

He strips me of my dignity.
Peeling it meticulously from my daily existence.
There is no place for that here.

He is my only pride.

He ruthlessly destroys any chains that bind me.
He tolerates nothing less than all of me.
His wants and needs my only thought.

For I am His.

His slut.
His whore.
His slave.

To do with as He pleases.

All there is his Him.
And my desperate submission to My Beast.
Each breath I take to serve and please.

His sadistic pleasure my endless reward.

Tease me.
Torment me.
Toy with me.

Play with me until I break.

He devours.
He abuses.
He destroys.

Until there is nothing left.

My tears rain and quench his thirst.
My body a sacrifice to his savage hunger.
My mind and soul in tatters at his feet.

I am My Beast's playground.
And He is My King.
~DominaKat

The Dare

Little things.
All lined up perfectly.
Clicked into place.

I didn't catch it.
Didn't realize.
No damn warning.

The chains clattered to the floor.

It all came together.
And unlocked that barred door.
My vicious Bitch stormed through.

Her Anger.
Her Fury.
Her Rage.

I'm not tame.
I'm not reasonable.
I'm not even sure I'm sane.

My only desire an endless, punishing fight.

The little things.
All pushed away.
Again and again.

The frustration.
The slights.
The games.

The past, present, future.
The polite lies and transparent masks.
The boiling hot pressure builds.

I need fucking release.

I'm not nice.
I'm not sweet.
I'm not a good little girl.

I don't want to think.
I don't want to listen.
I don't want to obey.

Fuck that.
Fuck the whimpering child.
And fuck you.

Try and fucking make me.

I'm a cruel Bitch seeking cruelty.
I'm a nasty Whore craving pain.
I'm a filthy, dirty Slut looking to bathe in Darkness.

Defiant.
Uncontrollable.
Seething.

Make me feel every brutal touch.
I promise you will ache with mine.

Basking in my violence.
Rip my pleasure from my tight fist.

Use me rough and hard like a cheap Cunt.
Be the unrelenting Beast I rail against.

No submission unless it's torn from my fucking soul.

Make me.
Take everything I have to give.
I fucking dare you.

~DominaKat

Just A Tease

Mmmmmmm...
Slow.
Easy.
Complete.

The simple pleasure of a hand between my warm thighs.

For hours.
I was touched.
Seduced.
Teased.

An endless, erotic exploration.

My hot, wet flesh.
Sucking at fingers.
Arching for more.
Tormented.

The thorough, unhurried play of a lover.

My sighs.
Whimpers.
Groans.
Don't stop.

Seductively riding the lulling tide of desire.

Dirty taunts.
Sweet darkness.
Abandoned pride.
Total bliss.

And only a tease for what may come.
~DominaKat

This was one of the most sensual experiences of my life.  The tempo never altered.  I was never allowed to cum.  I could only bask in the attention that eased my frantic ache.  Words shared and promises made.  My mind, body, and heart were petted until I purred contentedly. ~sigh~  Pure fucking heaven.

Proof of Submission

Kneeling with my thighs spread, my arms stretched taunt above me.  My wrists securely cuffed and chained.  There was no escape.  I wanted none.  I waited.  Back arched, my fat, slutish tits jutted out in need.  My nipples hard, dark pebbles as I watched him lazily stroke his rock hard dick.  I licked my lips.  My mouth watered for the taste of him.  But he claimed I was too impatient and needed to learn to wait.  He darkly chuckled, as I helplessly bit my lips.  "You're hungry aren't you my greedy bitch?"

I lifted my eyes to his and refused to deny the truth, "Famished," I boldly replied.

He moved quietly behind me where I couldn't see.  He must have leaned down because his voice whispered so softly in my ear, "You haven't earned it yet."  I felt the slightest kiss on the back of my neck.  I shivered.  "But you will," he promised.  His sharp, bare-handed slap to my ass left me gasping and little doubt that my fate was to be punishing.

My hands clutched the cool metal tethering my submission as his first bite of pain shot flames through my body.  I thought he'd draw out my wait.  I thought he tease me.  I was mistaken.  Before I'd drawn another breath, his flogger again licked across my skin.  Gritting my teeth, I swallowed my groan.  Another.  I could feel the rush of blood pumping to the surface of my ass in response.  Another and another.  I held steady, unwilling to run from his attentions.  Though I could feel my ass cheeks shake with the impact of each blow.  His hand paused to caress my flushed skin.  I whimpered from his tender touch.  The contrast always shattered my concentration and my will.  "Arch your back, my nasty whore.  Give me that sweet fucking ass."  I bowed myself even further, hoping for his approval.  "Good, now I can see that dripping cunt of yours," he growled.  From behind, his hand slipped between my legs.  The lightest touch.  The barest brush.  I tried in vain to grind my pussy into his hand.  Such a foolish bitch I was, bound so tightly in place.  He laughed openly at my helplessness.  He teased me relentlessly, "Do you want more?  Do you want your holes filled, slut?"

"Yes, Sir.  Please...I want to be filled." I whispered.

"You haven't earned it yet, my sweet whore.  Now count."

Rapidly he swung the flogger.  "One. Two."  I grunted with each fiery kiss.  He pushed me higher and higher.  Each downstroke slamming against my quaking ass.  "Three.  Four."  I no longer stifled my cries.  They blended seamlessly with my count.  "Five.  Six."  Harder.  And harder.  "Seven.  Eight."  My tears began to fall.  The heat of pain closed around me.  Sheer fire. "Nine!" I shouted.  I knew I would be bruised.  "Ten!"  So close.  I was panting.  When he flicked that wicked beast between my thighs landing directly on my helpless, greedy cunt, I shattered.  Hanging only from my wrists, I poured my orgasm to the tiled floor in a gush of streaming cum, grinding myself to the air.  My burning flesh splattered with my hot juice.  "Fuck...please..." I begged to be filled.  Another blow to my cunt sent a second crushing wave over me.  With my scream another surge ripped through me, and the puddle between my knees grew.  I didn't give a fuck.  I no longer had a shred of pride.  It was all at his feet.

The haze of submission surrounded me.  After a few moments, he smacked my face to bring me back just enough before his unceremoniously stuffed his rock hard dick into my mouth.  "You stopped counting, bitch."  Further and further he shoved into my hot, wet hole.  My lips dragging across his shaft.  My tongue rubbing frantically against his sensitive skin.  My throat closing around his head as I gagged and choked.  "Fuck, yes.  I love your mouth."  Another push and my nose was pressed tightly against his groin.  His pubic hair teased my nostrils and my lips.  I couldn't breathe as he held my head firmly over his dick.  Saliva fell from my lips and trailed down his nuts.  I began to struggle.  He laughed, then pulled my hair roughly to drag me off of his cock.  Gasping and drooling he beat my cheeks with his meat.  "Do you want more, bitch?" he quietly asked.

"Yes...Sir." I replied brokenly.  "I want...more."

"Then suck me off, my dirty whore."

The viens on his dick pulsed with need.  I eagerly latched onto his head with my swollen, bruised lips and shoved myself down his rod.  I gave him slow, thorough, sloppy wet, deep fucks.  On each stroke I lashed his dick with my tongue.  I pushed myself as deep as I could, swallowing and tightening over that throbbing head.  I was so fucking greedy for his nut, I thought of nothing else.  I pulled back completely and slurped at my spit coating him.  The sounds nasty and wet filled the room.  "Fuck, yes. Work that dick, baby.  Work it."  He stood so proud before me.  My everything.  He watched my desperate need to please him.  "Look at me."  As I again swallowed him whole, my eyes met his as tears fell from my eyes.  I saw the flare in his eyes.  "Yes, bitch!  Yes!"  I shook my head roughly beating him with my cheeks, and then I suckled from him in absolute submission.  I begged with my eyes.  Please...please...let me....He thrust his hand in my hair again and pulled me up and down his dick as he fucked my mouth.  His deep groan and brutal hold told me fire was licking through his tight balls and through his dick.  He pressed against the back of my throat as the first drops of his cream erupted from his head. He slowly pulled back as his nut filled my mouth.  I gulped it down to take more.  Slow, easy thrusts now as I milked him.  I sucked hard and nasty dragging his cum from that tiny hole and into my mouth.  I heard his sigh.  His hand gentled and pet my hair from my face as I continued to clean him.  "You're such a good whore, baby.  My whore."  I whimpered at his sweet touch.  "Mine."

I had no thoughts.  All that remained of me was his whore.  My ass, my thighs, and my cunt burned with his seductive brand.  I existed only to smell, taste, hear, see, and touch him.  He was my center.  He was My Dom.  The red welts, the pool of desire between my knees, and my tear-, cum-stained face were absolutely proof of my submission to him.

He cupped my chin and leaned over to my ear.  With a kiss and a lick, he whispered so kindly,  "Now for those fat tits.  Count, my bitch.  Count."
~DominaKat