A sharp tug at the leash.
My collar digging against my throat.
He molded each ass cheeks.
Time paused.
Released tension.
A welcomed breath.
The first sweet a lash.
The wicked kiss of the belt.
Face down.
Ass up.
Heaven.
Hell.
No mercy.
None wanted.
Push.
Take.
I craved the harsh licks.
The echoes of my cries.
The heat of each mark.
Meeting the next stroke.
The pressure built.
Another sweet sting.
Higher.
My hands clenched the sheets.
I trembled.
I fell.
I exploded.
I begged.
My hot juice rained.
The storm released.
Splattered over my thighs.
A pool below me.
A hand thrust against my heat.
Fingers searched.
Spread.
Drove deep.
So full.
Insistent I shatter again.
I let him guide me.
I needed his push.
Another storm cloud broke.
I drenched his hand.
Coated his fingers.
I panted like an animal.
His fingers slowed.
Teased the line,
Between my cheeks.
A firm push into my dark hole.
My helpless groan.
The ache for more.
The pain.
The pleasure.
His fingers slipped away.
His hard cock nuzzled his entrance.
He waited.
He tormented.
My cheeks spread wide.
A firm push.
My hot tight asshole.
Sucked at his head.
I cried.
He held steady.
He petted.
I calmed.
Then I took.
Further and further.
Inside my dark hole.
Sweet pain.
Hot.
Tight.
My asshole stroked his shaft.
Deep.
The tightened leash.
My collar gripped.
He took back control.
And made me pay.
Again and again.
He drove brutally into my ass.
I was lost.
I came in a gush.
He refused to let up.
He knew what I needed.
Rode hard.
Rode long.
A slap to my ass.
He sank deep.
Held me there.
Pushed me into the mattress.
Deeper.
Grinding.
A hand gripped my hair.
Another pinched my nipple.
I squeezed tight.
Gripping his cock.
A groan.
Another grind.
He flooded my ass with searing heat.
I erupted again.
His nuts soaked in my lava.
As my ass milked his dick.
I was sated.
Temporarily.
Of my need.
For dark, sweet pain.
~Domina
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Year's Eve Fireworks
Dinner at my favorite little Italian place had been lovely, a perfect combination of intelligent conversation, silly stories, flirting, and subtle yet seductive touches. I couldn't deny that I enjoyed him. I couldn't deny that he made my blood heat. As we left the restaurant his strong, large hand rested firmly on my lower back guiding me gently to stay close by his side. I could feel the heat through the short, classy dress I had chosen for him. As we neared the car his footsteps slowed, and I closed the last few feet to the passenger side alone.
"Wait," he said softly. I had assumed he had moved to the driver's side, but as I turned back his gaze took me in once again from head to toe. "You're beautiful. I love to watch you walk, baby." He took the final steps to stand in front of me. He lifted a hand to trace a finger gently down the side of my face, down the pulse at my neck, and to the small v in my dress where one pretty snap was strategically left undone to tease. My breath caught. He leaned forward, the heat of him enveloping me. His hand fell to grasp my hip. A deliberate, possessive squeeze sent electricity racing toward my nipples. My hands rose to his biceps, needing to touch him. He whispered softly in my ear, "You tempt a man to sin." A sigh escaped me as I felt his hot tongue against my earlobe and then the sharp little bite of his teeth. A perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
He reluctantly stepped back, releasing me to open my door. "We only have less than an hour to get downtown for the fireworks, sexy." As he helped me slide into my seat, my hem rose up to reveal the lacy tops of my black stockings against my pale thighs. His fingers played fleetingly with their edges before he pulled away.
I couldn't resist taunting him. With a naughty little smile and a gleam in my eye, I replied, "Maybe fireworks aren't the only show in town..."
"Temptress..." he growled before closing me into the masculine confines of his car.
As I rested my head back, he fluidly got us on our way. Sultry R&B pumped gently through the car feeding our mutual rising needs. We didn't speak. It didn't seem important. As he settled onto the highway, his hand tugged at my fingertips. Pulling my hand to his lips, he placed a heated kiss on my palm while he guided us to our destination. The heat of his tongue teased my palm. I crossed my legs and clenched my thighs together hoping to ease a bit of the ache mounting in me. Slowly. Gently. He seduced me, and I craved that hot, seductive dance between a man and a woman. His mouth continued down my arm to the sensitive viens of my wrist. Another kiss. Another lick. I parted my wet lips and closed my eyes unable to to do anything but absorb his sweet loving. His teeth nippled at my fragile skin stoking the fire in my blood. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the groan that nearly erupted from my throat. I could feel dampness coat my aching folds between my thighs. A glance beneath my lowered lashes proved he wasn't unaffected either. I could see the bulge of his hard dick against his thigh beneath his tailored pants. My hands fisted in the need to touch him.
As we slowed to a stop from the off ramp, he turned his head to look down at me. Catching my stare, he asked softly, "Is there something you need, my little Kat?"
Raising my eyes to meet his, I whispered the only answer I could give, "Yes."
Without breaking eye contact, he lowered my hand to his thick shaft. My eyes widened slightly at his unexpected girth. I squeezed slightly testing his response and was rewarded with an instinctive twitch against my palm. "Will that be enough for you, baby?"
Not one to submit so easily I stroked my nail along his length, "Ask me that again when you're buried nuts deep inside me."
A deep chuckle met my brashness, followed by a mumbled, "Sweet witch." He pulled the car into traffic turning my hand to hold it firmly in his and restrain my exploration. I laughed lightly and gave in to his unspoken expectation to behave, so he could navigate the traffic and park.
We ended up several blocks away from the bustling holiday revelers, but with 20 minutes to go until midnight we had plenty of time to make it to the plaza. He turned off the car and brought my hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. "If we don't get out of here now, we'll never make it." I grudgingly admitted he was right, but somehow the midnight fireworks now a pale comparison to the heat building between us. He opened his door and got out. The fresh December air gave us both a moment to regroup. I could tell he took a deep breath before walking around to help me out of the car, and I wondered for the hundredth time at his control and restraint.
Hand in hand we began to make our way. The lot and alleys leading to the festivities were all but deserted given the impending countdown. We both were still quiet. Our footsteps echoed against the aged brick walls of the buildings that framed the shadowy alley a block away from the main thoroughfare. However, the tension between us was undaunted by our attempt to restrain ourselves. His stroking thumb across my hand only made my nipples bead and push against the confines of my dress. I knew they had to be obvious. I tried to steady my breathing. I tried to behave.
As we walked out from under the streetlight and into a dark shadow, we slowed so I could find my footing in my silly, pretty heels. "Careful now," he warned as he put a hand to my back to steady me. On my other side, I let my fingers skim the rough masonry. He was so close. I could smell him. I could feel his warmth. Momentarily overwhelmed, my steps paused. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my slipping composure.
I heard him say my name, questioning. Frustrated at my inability to calm my physical cravings, I leaned against the building at my side and quietly asked him what I had avoided until now. "Are you always so in control? Do you ever let go?"
He hesitated to answer. His hands briefly clenched. The muffled echos of party-goers were simply a low chorus in the background. "I don't want to scare you."
"Have I done a thing to make you believe I scare easily?" I asked curiously.
Another pause. His eyes slowly traced me again from head to toe, pausing at my blatantly hard nipples. I instinctively wet my lips. "No. You're the strongest woman I've ever met."
Breathless, "Then let go. I never said I needed or wanted tame."
With a low growl he closed the gap separating us and claimed my lips as he sank his hand tightly in my hair. His tongue dove into my mouth stroking mine. I whimpered at the scorching fire he inspired in my gut. His hand held me exactly where he wanted. His entire body pressed me against the ridged wall behind me. With his free hand he finally cupped my aching breast and pinched a begging nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I broke away to cry out. "Is this what you want? What you need?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes...fuck yes..." I sought his lips again as my hands worked under his coat to stroke down his hard, sculpted chest. I could feel his thick dick grinding against me. I slid one hand down to stroke his head and my other curled against his back to steady myself.
His grip on my breast tightened. I dragged my hand down his shaft. He bit my lower lip in response then lifted his head to sink his teeth in my neck. I whimpered and ground my hips into him seeking. The snaps at the top dress fell apart at his tugging and suddenly my breasts were bared to the night air. I gasped and clutched his head as he sucked a nipple into the heat of his mouth. "Oh baby...oh yes, please..." I begged. His teeth worried my nipple until I was nearly out of my mind. My thighs were slick with my sugar. He seemed to know instinctively how close I was.
"You'll cum for me. Right here. Right now. Do you understand?" he growled. "Spread your legs, baby, so I can touch you like you fucking need." I responded immediately to his command and felt his fingertips at my hem. "Are you wet? Are you ready?" he whispered teasingly in my ear. As he slowly trailed his fingers up my thighs, he was confronted with my slick heat. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet." His thumb teased my clit, and I responded with a helpless whimper. He dragged his fingers through my folds parting them for his touch. "Do you need my fingers inside you? Fucking you?"
"Please...YES!" I begged.
"Look at me. I want to watch you cum, my sweet, naughty bitch." Gazing into his eyes, I panted as two long, thick fingers slowly sank in to my hot, wet pussy. I cried out again at the blessed invasion. I began to ride his hand instinctually. "There you go baby. There you go. Work that hot pussy on my hand." He curled his fingers and began to pulse against my g-spot. In the distance I could hear the countdown begin. 10...9...8... The pace of his strokes increased. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand." Faster and faster he stroked. 3...2...1...He drove a third finger inside me, and I erupted with a shout. A flood of hot juice flowed over his palm like hot rain. "Fuck yes, baby..." My legs shook with the impact of my orgasm. My sugar trailed down my thighs. I clung to him.
As the fireworks began to boom and shatter above our heads, I could feel his hand unzipping his pants. "I'm taking you. Now. I need to feel you cum on my fat dick. I can't fucking wait."
"Please, baby...yes...more. Now...Now..." I begged.
He pushed up my dress around my waist and hooked one thigh over his arm. The head of his cock dragged through my wet folds once - twice - coating it in my hot sugar. "I won't be gentle," he warned.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Give me what I need." My nails dug into his back reinforcing my plea.
With my words he thrust his pulsing shaft half way into me. He muffled our mutual cries with a deep carnal kiss pulling his cock out slightly before driving his full length into the hot, wet grip of my weeping cunt. I was full, so fucking full, I couldn't think. Pushing me roughly against the brick, he drove into me again and again. "Is this enough for you?" he taunted.
"Don't stop. Fuck me. Harder. Yes..."
"Good girl...take all this dick. All of it." The fireworks began their frantic finale flickering above us. I was so close. His thrusts brutal against my wanton flesh . "Every." Another thrust. "Fucking." Another. I shattered on his dick squirting a hot waterfall of cum down his shaft and tight nuts as he pulled out for another deep stroke. "Inch." Nuts deep in me, I felt his cum erupt against my inner walls, and I crested fast and hard again. His guttural shout of release was lost in the pounding booms to all but me.
Locked in our stunned embrace we panted through the last spasms of our orgasms. Slowly he lowered my thigh and held me up, as we quickly tried to recover from the powerful, mind-numbing fuck we had just shared. He kissed my cheek as he kept me close. I stroked his back. Neither of us wanted to move. As the sudden silence invaded our senses. He slid his semi-hard dick out of me. The friction against my ultra-sensitive folds sent shivers through me. He pushed his damp shaft into his pants while I tugged my dress back over my thighs. My naked breasts still sheltered against his chest. He leaned into me and captured my lips in a slow, easy kiss that promised more. "That was fucking amazing, but we need to beat the crowd baby, and I need to get you into bed."
I laughed and leaned my head against his shoulder as I thrust my breasts back under my bra and dress. He laughed as well, and we stepped away just as several revelers entered the alley to get back to their cars. Hand in hand we hurriedly walked back, eager to be on our way. Unable to resist, I asked, "Do you STILL think I might scare easy?"
With a firm smack on my ass, "I think you might get us arrested if you don't behave!" My laughter echoed across the lot as he helped me into the car. When he was beside me, we met for a long, deep kiss. As we finally broke apart, I whispered, "Happy New Year, baby."
A contented sigh and a sweet squeeze, "Happy New Year, my wicked little Kat. Happy New Year."
~Domina
"Wait," he said softly. I had assumed he had moved to the driver's side, but as I turned back his gaze took me in once again from head to toe. "You're beautiful. I love to watch you walk, baby." He took the final steps to stand in front of me. He lifted a hand to trace a finger gently down the side of my face, down the pulse at my neck, and to the small v in my dress where one pretty snap was strategically left undone to tease. My breath caught. He leaned forward, the heat of him enveloping me. His hand fell to grasp my hip. A deliberate, possessive squeeze sent electricity racing toward my nipples. My hands rose to his biceps, needing to touch him. He whispered softly in my ear, "You tempt a man to sin." A sigh escaped me as I felt his hot tongue against my earlobe and then the sharp little bite of his teeth. A perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
He reluctantly stepped back, releasing me to open my door. "We only have less than an hour to get downtown for the fireworks, sexy." As he helped me slide into my seat, my hem rose up to reveal the lacy tops of my black stockings against my pale thighs. His fingers played fleetingly with their edges before he pulled away.
I couldn't resist taunting him. With a naughty little smile and a gleam in my eye, I replied, "Maybe fireworks aren't the only show in town..."
"Temptress..." he growled before closing me into the masculine confines of his car.
As I rested my head back, he fluidly got us on our way. Sultry R&B pumped gently through the car feeding our mutual rising needs. We didn't speak. It didn't seem important. As he settled onto the highway, his hand tugged at my fingertips. Pulling my hand to his lips, he placed a heated kiss on my palm while he guided us to our destination. The heat of his tongue teased my palm. I crossed my legs and clenched my thighs together hoping to ease a bit of the ache mounting in me. Slowly. Gently. He seduced me, and I craved that hot, seductive dance between a man and a woman. His mouth continued down my arm to the sensitive viens of my wrist. Another kiss. Another lick. I parted my wet lips and closed my eyes unable to to do anything but absorb his sweet loving. His teeth nippled at my fragile skin stoking the fire in my blood. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the groan that nearly erupted from my throat. I could feel dampness coat my aching folds between my thighs. A glance beneath my lowered lashes proved he wasn't unaffected either. I could see the bulge of his hard dick against his thigh beneath his tailored pants. My hands fisted in the need to touch him.
As we slowed to a stop from the off ramp, he turned his head to look down at me. Catching my stare, he asked softly, "Is there something you need, my little Kat?"
Raising my eyes to meet his, I whispered the only answer I could give, "Yes."
Without breaking eye contact, he lowered my hand to his thick shaft. My eyes widened slightly at his unexpected girth. I squeezed slightly testing his response and was rewarded with an instinctive twitch against my palm. "Will that be enough for you, baby?"
Not one to submit so easily I stroked my nail along his length, "Ask me that again when you're buried nuts deep inside me."
A deep chuckle met my brashness, followed by a mumbled, "Sweet witch." He pulled the car into traffic turning my hand to hold it firmly in his and restrain my exploration. I laughed lightly and gave in to his unspoken expectation to behave, so he could navigate the traffic and park.
We ended up several blocks away from the bustling holiday revelers, but with 20 minutes to go until midnight we had plenty of time to make it to the plaza. He turned off the car and brought my hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. "If we don't get out of here now, we'll never make it." I grudgingly admitted he was right, but somehow the midnight fireworks now a pale comparison to the heat building between us. He opened his door and got out. The fresh December air gave us both a moment to regroup. I could tell he took a deep breath before walking around to help me out of the car, and I wondered for the hundredth time at his control and restraint.
Hand in hand we began to make our way. The lot and alleys leading to the festivities were all but deserted given the impending countdown. We both were still quiet. Our footsteps echoed against the aged brick walls of the buildings that framed the shadowy alley a block away from the main thoroughfare. However, the tension between us was undaunted by our attempt to restrain ourselves. His stroking thumb across my hand only made my nipples bead and push against the confines of my dress. I knew they had to be obvious. I tried to steady my breathing. I tried to behave.
As we walked out from under the streetlight and into a dark shadow, we slowed so I could find my footing in my silly, pretty heels. "Careful now," he warned as he put a hand to my back to steady me. On my other side, I let my fingers skim the rough masonry. He was so close. I could smell him. I could feel his warmth. Momentarily overwhelmed, my steps paused. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my slipping composure.
I heard him say my name, questioning. Frustrated at my inability to calm my physical cravings, I leaned against the building at my side and quietly asked him what I had avoided until now. "Are you always so in control? Do you ever let go?"
He hesitated to answer. His hands briefly clenched. The muffled echos of party-goers were simply a low chorus in the background. "I don't want to scare you."
"Have I done a thing to make you believe I scare easily?" I asked curiously.
Another pause. His eyes slowly traced me again from head to toe, pausing at my blatantly hard nipples. I instinctively wet my lips. "No. You're the strongest woman I've ever met."
Breathless, "Then let go. I never said I needed or wanted tame."
With a low growl he closed the gap separating us and claimed my lips as he sank his hand tightly in my hair. His tongue dove into my mouth stroking mine. I whimpered at the scorching fire he inspired in my gut. His hand held me exactly where he wanted. His entire body pressed me against the ridged wall behind me. With his free hand he finally cupped my aching breast and pinched a begging nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I broke away to cry out. "Is this what you want? What you need?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes...fuck yes..." I sought his lips again as my hands worked under his coat to stroke down his hard, sculpted chest. I could feel his thick dick grinding against me. I slid one hand down to stroke his head and my other curled against his back to steady myself.
His grip on my breast tightened. I dragged my hand down his shaft. He bit my lower lip in response then lifted his head to sink his teeth in my neck. I whimpered and ground my hips into him seeking. The snaps at the top dress fell apart at his tugging and suddenly my breasts were bared to the night air. I gasped and clutched his head as he sucked a nipple into the heat of his mouth. "Oh baby...oh yes, please..." I begged. His teeth worried my nipple until I was nearly out of my mind. My thighs were slick with my sugar. He seemed to know instinctively how close I was.
"You'll cum for me. Right here. Right now. Do you understand?" he growled. "Spread your legs, baby, so I can touch you like you fucking need." I responded immediately to his command and felt his fingertips at my hem. "Are you wet? Are you ready?" he whispered teasingly in my ear. As he slowly trailed his fingers up my thighs, he was confronted with my slick heat. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet." His thumb teased my clit, and I responded with a helpless whimper. He dragged his fingers through my folds parting them for his touch. "Do you need my fingers inside you? Fucking you?"
"Please...YES!" I begged.
"Look at me. I want to watch you cum, my sweet, naughty bitch." Gazing into his eyes, I panted as two long, thick fingers slowly sank in to my hot, wet pussy. I cried out again at the blessed invasion. I began to ride his hand instinctually. "There you go baby. There you go. Work that hot pussy on my hand." He curled his fingers and began to pulse against my g-spot. In the distance I could hear the countdown begin. 10...9...8... The pace of his strokes increased. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hand." Faster and faster he stroked. 3...2...1...He drove a third finger inside me, and I erupted with a shout. A flood of hot juice flowed over his palm like hot rain. "Fuck yes, baby..." My legs shook with the impact of my orgasm. My sugar trailed down my thighs. I clung to him.
As the fireworks began to boom and shatter above our heads, I could feel his hand unzipping his pants. "I'm taking you. Now. I need to feel you cum on my fat dick. I can't fucking wait."
"Please, baby...yes...more. Now...Now..." I begged.
He pushed up my dress around my waist and hooked one thigh over his arm. The head of his cock dragged through my wet folds once - twice - coating it in my hot sugar. "I won't be gentle," he warned.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Give me what I need." My nails dug into his back reinforcing my plea.
With my words he thrust his pulsing shaft half way into me. He muffled our mutual cries with a deep carnal kiss pulling his cock out slightly before driving his full length into the hot, wet grip of my weeping cunt. I was full, so fucking full, I couldn't think. Pushing me roughly against the brick, he drove into me again and again. "Is this enough for you?" he taunted.
"Don't stop. Fuck me. Harder. Yes..."
"Good girl...take all this dick. All of it." The fireworks began their frantic finale flickering above us. I was so close. His thrusts brutal against my wanton flesh . "Every." Another thrust. "Fucking." Another. I shattered on his dick squirting a hot waterfall of cum down his shaft and tight nuts as he pulled out for another deep stroke. "Inch." Nuts deep in me, I felt his cum erupt against my inner walls, and I crested fast and hard again. His guttural shout of release was lost in the pounding booms to all but me.
Locked in our stunned embrace we panted through the last spasms of our orgasms. Slowly he lowered my thigh and held me up, as we quickly tried to recover from the powerful, mind-numbing fuck we had just shared. He kissed my cheek as he kept me close. I stroked his back. Neither of us wanted to move. As the sudden silence invaded our senses. He slid his semi-hard dick out of me. The friction against my ultra-sensitive folds sent shivers through me. He pushed his damp shaft into his pants while I tugged my dress back over my thighs. My naked breasts still sheltered against his chest. He leaned into me and captured my lips in a slow, easy kiss that promised more. "That was fucking amazing, but we need to beat the crowd baby, and I need to get you into bed."
I laughed and leaned my head against his shoulder as I thrust my breasts back under my bra and dress. He laughed as well, and we stepped away just as several revelers entered the alley to get back to their cars. Hand in hand we hurriedly walked back, eager to be on our way. Unable to resist, I asked, "Do you STILL think I might scare easy?"
With a firm smack on my ass, "I think you might get us arrested if you don't behave!" My laughter echoed across the lot as he helped me into the car. When he was beside me, we met for a long, deep kiss. As we finally broke apart, I whispered, "Happy New Year, baby."
A contented sigh and a sweet squeeze, "Happy New Year, my wicked little Kat. Happy New Year."
~Domina
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Good Morning
My thighs are sweet and slick.
Coated in my sugar.
I came hard and juicy.
A touch.
A rub.
A pinch.
Fingers delve deep.
A toy slips into my aching fuckhole.
I'm a greedy slut in the morning.
I want to cum.
Again and again.
I want to wake up reminded of my role.
Little Girl.
Slut.
Whore.
My thighs spread eagerly.
The need so overwhelming.
Take.
Take.
Take.
So soft and wet.
My sweet whimpers.
My hot sucking cunt.
Please...
Yes...please...
Stretched.
Filled.
Reamed.
My back arches.
My cries echo.
A stream of juice squirts violently between my thighs.
Oh fuck yes...I love to cum in the morning.
~A Momentarily Sated Lioness
Coated in my sugar.
I came hard and juicy.
A touch.
A rub.
A pinch.
Fingers delve deep.
A toy slips into my aching fuckhole.
I'm a greedy slut in the morning.
I want to cum.
Again and again.
I want to wake up reminded of my role.
Little Girl.
Slut.
Whore.
My thighs spread eagerly.
The need so overwhelming.
Take.
Take.
Take.
So soft and wet.
My sweet whimpers.
My hot sucking cunt.
Please...
Yes...please...
Stretched.
Filled.
Reamed.
My back arches.
My cries echo.
A stream of juice squirts violently between my thighs.
Oh fuck yes...I love to cum in the morning.
~A Momentarily Sated Lioness
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
About Me
I'm 5' 11", thick, curvy, and I love to fuck. Kinky. Naughty. Dirty. I love the energy and dynamics of BDSM. I enjoy a variety of roles. However, I have limitations to what BDSM activities I can share without the foundation of a serious and intimate relationship. In other words, just because you see it listed as a fetish, don't expect me to give it to you carelessly. I value and respect myself - mind, body, and spirit - and do my best (yes, I occasionally fuck that up lol) to honor who I am and those I care for.
Ultimately I search for a true, loving Daddy, Dom, and Master who would love, protect and appreciate me. However I accept and realize that the dynamics of those roles take time and effort as well as mutual respect, trust, and consideration to build. For now, I want to find play partners that will inspire, tempt, and challenge me. I seek to explore all that I am - all that I could be - with others of quality, character, honesty, and integrity.
While I respect the privacy and boundaries of others, full disclosure of who we play with and the relationship framework that you have with them is mandatory - no exceptions. How you choose to handle others is your decision, but I have a zero tolerance policy. If you break that trust...you are gone. I'm not interested in lies, games, carelessness, or drama. If you can't be an adult, be honest, and be respectful of me...stick to other shallow cowards like yourself who lie and steal from those around them. You'll get what you deserve.
Whether we play for a moment, a month, or years, I don't fuck around on my pets, my friends, or my lovers. I will tell you who I am involved with, when I play, and the framework we play under. As with almost every relationship - whether casual, friends, or serious - there may come a time when the choices we make are no longer compatible with either your expectations or mine. However with open, honest communication we should be able to maintain the warm feelings that brought us together in the first place as we go our separate ways in our journey.
Maybe all of that is asking a lot. But I'm worth it. ;-)
~Kat
Ultimately I search for a true, loving Daddy, Dom, and Master who would love, protect and appreciate me. However I accept and realize that the dynamics of those roles take time and effort as well as mutual respect, trust, and consideration to build. For now, I want to find play partners that will inspire, tempt, and challenge me. I seek to explore all that I am - all that I could be - with others of quality, character, honesty, and integrity.
While I respect the privacy and boundaries of others, full disclosure of who we play with and the relationship framework that you have with them is mandatory - no exceptions. How you choose to handle others is your decision, but I have a zero tolerance policy. If you break that trust...you are gone. I'm not interested in lies, games, carelessness, or drama. If you can't be an adult, be honest, and be respectful of me...stick to other shallow cowards like yourself who lie and steal from those around them. You'll get what you deserve.
Whether we play for a moment, a month, or years, I don't fuck around on my pets, my friends, or my lovers. I will tell you who I am involved with, when I play, and the framework we play under. As with almost every relationship - whether casual, friends, or serious - there may come a time when the choices we make are no longer compatible with either your expectations or mine. However with open, honest communication we should be able to maintain the warm feelings that brought us together in the first place as we go our separate ways in our journey.
Maybe all of that is asking a lot. But I'm worth it. ;-)
~Kat
Thursday, November 17, 2011
A Cumming Out Party?
In the mindset of moving on and past the games of the last year, I've been assessing strategies for finding what I want and need. Considering my switchy-ness as well as broad range of interests and curiosities, it's pretty likely I'll need to get out and about to satisfy my desires.
To date I really haven't gotten involved with any of the local community events. I've taken note of them, but in my attempt not to upset the apple cart the last year (no one told me the fucking mules were dead and the apples rotting in the back...I know...I know...) I haven't pursued attendance. Currently my view is quite different, and I'm evaluating each opportunity to determine if it's a fit for what I hope to experience and find.
The one I'm looking forward to the most is Club Princeton. I have to indulge in this bit of delicious wickedness before the end of the year. And it looks as though this is going to line up perfectly with my first "Cougar Party." lol Poor Maximus... ;-)
Another direction I'm going in is the scene in Pitt, which seems to be a little more my style and more populated. There seems to be several munch groups, but I'm still unclear on the play party aspect. However my plan is early next year to start getting to know my PA neighbors in person a bit and see where things lead.
And finally...the swinging scene. I've been on the outside looking in for several weeks now. I've talked to some people. Some...not cool. A bit too cold and pushy for my taste. However, some...very, very warm people. In fact I've been invited as a guest to a play party on Saturday. I could go and just see what's to see, watch how things work. I could go and just play with the very nice couple that invited me. Or I could indulge in my first orgy and let others physically overwhelm me in sensation. For a moment turn off the mental and emotional and simply let others take.
I'm torn.
Part of me wants to erase him as he's so easily erased me - to physically erase the value of what I gave away to someone I loved but who lied and played games in order to steal what he didn't deserve. He doesn't deserve the honor he was given. I wish I could somehow take it fucking back.
The other part of me wants to wait and share a swinging party-fest with a true friend, lover and partner who would ground me. I want a Dom/Master/Daddy by my side whose shared experience would amplify mine and whose loving arms would hold me after it was all over and keep me warm through the night.
So...am I a true slut? Or an idealist kinky fool? lol
Ahhhhh...yes, the fool again. I'll sit on the sidelines and honor who and what I am. I know what I want and what I deserve. I've already taken the necessary steps not to settle for crumbs, leftovers, and scraps from a man I genuinely loved. I won't backtrack on myself now. I'll continue on this road and be true to me.
There's plenty of other opportunities I have to explore...I will meet the very warm couple this weekend, and possibly soon I'll meet the potential male submissive I've been considering for the last month or so to determine if play time with him could satisfy some of my Domme's restlessness. ;-)
All that should keep me plenty busy for a minute. lol
~Kat
To date I really haven't gotten involved with any of the local community events. I've taken note of them, but in my attempt not to upset the apple cart the last year (no one told me the fucking mules were dead and the apples rotting in the back...I know...I know...) I haven't pursued attendance. Currently my view is quite different, and I'm evaluating each opportunity to determine if it's a fit for what I hope to experience and find.
The one I'm looking forward to the most is Club Princeton. I have to indulge in this bit of delicious wickedness before the end of the year. And it looks as though this is going to line up perfectly with my first "Cougar Party." lol Poor Maximus... ;-)
Another direction I'm going in is the scene in Pitt, which seems to be a little more my style and more populated. There seems to be several munch groups, but I'm still unclear on the play party aspect. However my plan is early next year to start getting to know my PA neighbors in person a bit and see where things lead.
And finally...the swinging scene. I've been on the outside looking in for several weeks now. I've talked to some people. Some...not cool. A bit too cold and pushy for my taste. However, some...very, very warm people. In fact I've been invited as a guest to a play party on Saturday. I could go and just see what's to see, watch how things work. I could go and just play with the very nice couple that invited me. Or I could indulge in my first orgy and let others physically overwhelm me in sensation. For a moment turn off the mental and emotional and simply let others take.
I'm torn.
Part of me wants to erase him as he's so easily erased me - to physically erase the value of what I gave away to someone I loved but who lied and played games in order to steal what he didn't deserve. He doesn't deserve the honor he was given. I wish I could somehow take it fucking back.
The other part of me wants to wait and share a swinging party-fest with a true friend, lover and partner who would ground me. I want a Dom/Master/Daddy by my side whose shared experience would amplify mine and whose loving arms would hold me after it was all over and keep me warm through the night.
So...am I a true slut? Or an idealist kinky fool? lol
Ahhhhh...yes, the fool again. I'll sit on the sidelines and honor who and what I am. I know what I want and what I deserve. I've already taken the necessary steps not to settle for crumbs, leftovers, and scraps from a man I genuinely loved. I won't backtrack on myself now. I'll continue on this road and be true to me.
There's plenty of other opportunities I have to explore...I will meet the very warm couple this weekend, and possibly soon I'll meet the potential male submissive I've been considering for the last month or so to determine if play time with him could satisfy some of my Domme's restlessness. ;-)
All that should keep me plenty busy for a minute. lol
~Kat
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
100...No...50 Things About Me
Saw this floating around. Needed to keep things simple for a moment. The expectation was 100, but I ran out of steam at 50.
~Kat
~Kat
- I'm 5' 11" and thick.
- I'm recently single. Though I've been single in a practical sense since 2003.
- I hate lies, games, and dishonesty.
- My favorite color is purple.
- I've been in the lifestyle about a year. Though I harbored dark kinky fantasies since my teens.
- I have an insatiable sex drive when I'm inspired.
- I own an '88 Ford Mustang GT, and YES, I know how to drive a stick.
- I'd rather work on a car than go to the spa.
- I am absolutely loyal to those I love and consider my true friends.
- My heart is monogamous.
- I'm a giver once I invest myself in someone.
- I've been accused of being too passionate and feeling too deeply. But I'd rather be that thana careless, surface-level, chit chatty, fake social twit.
- I'd be a shoe whore if I could.
- I am an Alpha Bitch and will not sub to another woman.
- My kink-of-choice depends on my partner and circumstances.
- I've only loved twice.
- I don't own a TV or have cable. There's better things for me to do than consume garbage.
- I'm a decent travel companion.
- I hope somehow to have a sports bike next year for my 40th.
- I've only recently discovered the little girl in me. Had to put her away for now though. She got roughed up pretty bad on her first bit of freedom.
- I'd rather go to Home Depot than Sak's.
- My favorite city is New Orleans, quickly followed by NYC.
- I'm unrealistic and want a hero, but I know those are a myth.
- I can't do poly D/S relationships. It doesn't make sense to me. Play partners...fine. More than that...find someone who doesn't care anything about what you do. That should work well for you.
- I've known my best friend 23 years. He's my rock, and I'd kill or die for him.
- I sometimes foolishly keep trying even when all hope is lost.
- 99% of the time, I keep my various lives completely separate from one another.
- I have an Akita and share another.
- I hate mini-vans.
- I hate shopping.
- From toe to toe is 86 inches. Yes, that's over 7 feet.
- I enjoy a good 9 mm.
- I'm learning how to throw a whip.
- I have 3 very sexy throwing knives.
- I'm brutally honest and not always the best with tact.
- I'm pretty damn good with situational mathematics.
- I hate to fail.
- I like to give and receive a bit of pain.
- I'm in the mood to deliver pain lately.
- I'm not a social butterfly.
- I'm a speed (mph) junkie.
- A part of me is completely fucking shattered right now.
- I'm not a big drinker, but I prefer vodka.
- I've never been out of the country.
- I rather be alone than miserable with someone.
- I love music.
- I'm a procrastinator.
- I hate paperwork.
- I'd love to learn to sculpt.
- I wish I didn't miss him.
Stage 1 Stalker
~ sigh ~ It's official. I now have my second Stage 1 stalker. Though this one does make me a bit more nervous than my first. Blatantly ignoring basic English and direct statements. I tried to be straight forward and polite. Looks like that's not going to work, and I need to add in a bit of bitch.
Lesson here guys...Just because you may have an 8 inch cock does not make you impressive or desirable.
~Domina
Lesson here guys...Just because you may have an 8 inch cock does not make you impressive or desirable.
~Domina
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