Past My Limits

My lover's recent curiosity about a fetish inadvertently touched on something that genuinely pushes me past my sexual...security.  Which was quite a surprise for me in that I can usually quickly get a handle on how to approach/accept things.  Watersports.

I've thought a lot about this new possibility, and the amazing d/s play potential associated with such a relatively simple act.    But every time i've walked through the different options in my mind, I have no choice but to admit that if this was something he wanted, I would have to completely submit physically, emotionally, and mentally.  I would be completely vulnerable if not damn near fragile.  Because of whatever ingrained habits or perceptions I hold, I know that to be a part of any type of watersport activities, they would have to play out like this in some way shape or form...as I can't find any position of strength for me to hold on to.  But most of all in thinking this through, it made me realize just how fucking much he gives me when he allows my Domme to have her way.

The D/S aspect is what rocks me deep inside and would put me completely at his mercy.

We've just finished a good, hard dirty fuck.  You've gotten up to take off the condom while i'm on the bed feeling relaxed and at ease....

"Baby, come here for a minute."  I slowly drag myself off the bed to walk over and stand naked in the doorway of the bathroom.  He leans over and kisses me - slow and sweet.  Brushes my cheek.  Traces my ear.  Then whispers..."Will you do a little something for Daddy Kitten?"

Mmmmmmm...i reach out and wrap my hand around his thick dick.  Of course Daddy....what can i give you?

With one hand he slowly grasps my wrist.  The other hand he slides to the small of my back.  And in another hushed quiet tone..."Sit.  I want to watch you and touch you while it happens."  I instinctually try to pull back.  He refuses to grant me space and instead pulls me closer and nips at my neck and shoulder.  Softly..."It's okay.  Don't run baby.  I won't let you run. It's your turn to be pushed.  It's your turn to be vulnerable."

I'm breathless.  Please baby...It's too much.

His hand slides reassuringly up and down my back.  "Maybe...but I'm a greedy bastard, and I want something no man has ever experienced nor will ever experience.  I want you to share yourself with me in a way that truly pushes past your normal boundaries.  Just like you've done to me again and again."  He wraps his arms around me.  "Don't think. Do.  For me."

Yes. Daddy.  Of course.

I slowly sit down on the seat.  My legs closed.  My face away from him.  He kneels in front of me and places his hand under my chin.  "No.  Don't hide from me...from what we share.  Look at me.  Watch me watch you."  I meet his eyes.  He rests a hand on each of my knees.  "Now spread your legs for Daddy, Kitten, and lean back."  His hands push my legs apart wide.  I'm completely open.  Vulnerable.  Exposed.  "There you go baby.  Oh yes...i can see that swollen clit where I've suck and rubbed you well.  Fuck you're a sexy bitch."  He meets my eyes..."MY sexy bitch, isn't that right?  After this you will know absolutely that I...AM....YOUR....Daddy.  That you are MY fucking whore.  Isn't that right?"

Breathless....yes...oh yes...

His hand slides up my thigh and between my legs.  So fucking lightly he slips through my folds and against my clit.  My thighs are shaking.  His other hand wraps around my neck and slowly tightens just enough.  "Relax baby. Give Daddy that hot golden rain. Show me..."

I'm shaking as I watch his face while he touches and stares at me so fucking intimately.  Slowly it starts..."Yes....Oh yes...." His soaked fingers become firmer touching me in a way no man has ever fucking dared.  "Fuck yes..."  He meets my eyes.  His hand grasps my chin forcing me to acknowledge his absolute control and dominance. The rain becomes harder...steadier...a fucking stream. "Say it...say it.  Who's your fucking Daddy? Who's whore are you?"

You're my Daddy.  I'm your whore.

"Yes...yes...you're my beautiful fucking bitch, aren't you?  MINE...."

He gets up. I'm shaking, breathless, lost...I hear him wash his hands.  Then he kneels in front of me again to clean me with a warm wet washcloth. He pulls my head to his shoulder as he so gently takes care of me.  "You're mine." And the sweet tears of his shattered and vulnerable whore start to quietly slide down my cheek.

Unfiltered with Claws

"Sex Machine"
"Mega-Slut"
"Nympho"
"The most orgasmic carbon based life form I have ever met."

Funny how many catch phrases I garner, yet I'm getting fucked less than anyone I know.  Yes, I likely have the potential to be all of those things in the right circumstances with the right partner.  But maybe that's just a whore's version of happily ever after.  lol  While those closest to me are simply teasing, it's funny how so many assume that because I have a profile on FetLife or write on Blogger, they can send me an introductory email that pretty much asks me to use, abuse, and/or get them off.  Really?

What I'm not is...

A number.
A name on a list.
A member of a fan club.

A trick monkey to entertain you.
An amusement park ride.
A vacation from reality.

Just a name in a chat box.
Just a phone call to soothe your ego.
Just a picture to beat off to.

Oh...yes.
I can be a cold bitch.
Oh...no.
I'm not saying I need flowers and chocolates.

But I'm more than just a what you want to see.

I'm more than a pair of tits.
I'm more than a dripping cunt.
I'm more than a hard clit.
I'm more than a hot willing asshole.

I'm not the average whore.
And I'm definitely not Your whore, when you know nothing about me.

To get the best of me requires time, some effort, a whole lot of patience, trust, and honesty, as well intention and focus.  Yeah...I know.  That's a lot.  I'm not saying I'm worth it, but without all that...you definitely wouldn't be worth it to me.
~Not Wasting My Time

Laying Claim

The heat of you behind me.
Your hands reach around to cup my breasts.
I arch into your touch.
Yes.

Your lips on my neck.
My head tilts to give you open access.
Please.
Your teeth clamp down.

The suck of your hot mouth.
The tease of your fingertips on my nipples.
The tug on my rings.
I whimper.

"Is this what you want, baby?"
Yes.
Yes...please...
"Spread your legs for me," you whisper.

You slide my robe from my shoulders.
I'm bare.
Vulnerable.
My feet shift apart to give you anything you desire.

Your hand traces down my torso.
You pause to grip the dip of my waist.
Then over my round lush ass to my thigh.
"Are you wet for me?"

Yes.
I'm always wet for you.
You clench my breast.
I moan.

Your hand continues its slow journey.
It slides to my inner damp thigh.
I hear you suck your breath.
"Last chance."

Please.....

You release my tit.
Your hand moves to the center of my back, pushing down.
"Bend over, baby."
"Give yourself to me."

You cup my hot, dipping cunt.
"So fucking wet."
You grind your hand into me.
I cry out.

The ache building in me.
Your finger rubs my clit.
I pant.
"Fuck yes, baby"

More...
I can't wait...
I need...

You grip my face turning it toward you.
"Come for me."
Your mouth covers mine furiously.
You drive two fingers deep inside my lush aching core.

The first orgasm rips through me.
A gush of sweet sugar floods your fingers and hand.
"Yes, baby."
"Again."

You pump me full hard.
Your hand slips to my throat.
My fingers grip the counter.
"Come.  For.  Me."

I cry out uncontrollably.
My cum raining for you.
You don't stop.
Another slams into me.

And another.
The pool at my feet growing with each orgasm.
The falling stream echoes between my harsh breath.
Your hand and arm drenched.

You slow your erotic touch.
Bringing me down slowly.
Your lips intimately cover mine.
Our tongues dance.

I whimper as your hand leaves me.
"Shhhhhh..."
Then I feel the hot, thick length of you against my ass.
You shift behind me.

The throbbing head of your dick slips through my hot wet folds.
Please...
Oh please....
Your growl fills my head.

"Mine.  I'm taking what's mine."
Your dick tunnels into me hard and smooth.
So fucking deep.

I'm gasping.
Senseless.
"Mine."

Again you slam into me.
I shatter.
"Yes.  Come for me."

You grip my waist
You pound me mercilessly.

My orgasms run into one another.
My juice a waterfall against your demanding cock.

"Mine.
"Yes, Mine."

"Say it."
"Say it."

Yours, baby....
Yours....
~Kitten

Yes, Mistress

My fist wrapped around her hair.
Pulling her head back.
Is this what you want?
Is this what you've been craving?

Yes Mistress.
Please.

A tug to a nipple.
A flick to the other.
Hard, ripe points.
Beg for more.

A slap to her fat breast.
A nip at her neck.
Her moans.
They feed me.

Do you want more?
I whisper.

Yes, Mistress.
Please.

I slowly drag her to her knees.
Open your mouth, my pet.

I urge him closer.
His hard eager dick at perfect height.

I stroke so slowly.
His eyes close shut.
A sigh.
I smile.

Would you like to lick?
Would you like to taste?
A whimper.
A catch in her breath.

Yes, Mistress.
Please.

Slowly.
I guide her head closer.
Closer.
Her tongue darting forward.

With my fist around his base.
I gently bring him to his gift.
A pause.
Then I let her have one long lick of her sweet treat.

She moans.
He grits his teeth on a sigh.

What do you taste, my pet?

You, Mistress.
I taste you.

Please...

Do well, my greedy little pet.
Or I'll stop the rest of your pleasure.
Lick off every drop.
Of my sugar.

I step back as she sucks him down.
His fist replaces mine.
Her lips wrapped tight.
His dick begins to fuck her mouth.

My eyes flash.
The erotic picture.
My dirty little scene.
The whore in me smiles so naughtily.

I drop the first lash.
The slap echoes above her sucking.
Again.
The leather kisses her skin.

Yes, Mistress.
Please.

Please....

Those pleas.
His pleasure.
The fall licking her back and ass.
Feeds me.

Yes, Mistress.
Please.

Please....
Please...........
~A Lioness

Thin Air

Take me higher.
Than I've ever been.
To where the air is so thin.
It hurts to breathe.

Dive deep.
In me.
In you.
Find what's buried far below the surface.

More.
I search for more.
Than what has been.
Than what is.

I want to know what can be.
I want to experience what is possible.
I want what I've never had.

To fly.
To soar.
To be free.

I want to look in your eyes.
And see that I take you to that same place.
What you've always dreamed.
What you've never had.

To lost myself in another.
To let another lose himself in me.
To be lost.
Together.
~A Dreaming Kat

Ahhhhhh...silly, silly girl.  I should just focus on getting better with my flogger.
Blah...

Inspiration

Late last night, my inspiration was questioned, so before I went to bed and throughout today I thought out, organized, and wrote my best response.  The easy answer is that my words come from inside me.

My writings here are a complicated mixture of all that I am. All that I have been. And all that I wish or endeavor to be.

Of course there is my demanding and sometimes seemingly inexhaustible sexuality.   My vivid imagination.  My dark fantasies.  Oh and let's not forget my unquenchable thirst for knowledge and my impatient curiosity.  There's also my constant effort to play with the puzzle that is me.  And yes, my previous and current lovers. Scenes that I've experienced and enjoyed or want to expand upon. Conversations I've had with those in the lifestyle. Erotic stories I have read. Porn that I've indulged in. Insightful comments by a few articulate people I've been around that have lead me to recognize how close to the surface my river runs.

So many vanilla aspects also contribute to my writing.  Pieces that most will likely never see - or even if they do will never truly understand - go into the intricate mixture that spawns my writing.

No ONE person is solely responsible for inspiring me. That would be impossible, as no one truly understands and experiences all that I am. The fantasies that I write don't have a face attached to them...they simply can't, as I've yet to meet anyone that has, can, or will give me ALL that I need and crave.  What can I say...I'm a picky, demanding, complicated bitch.

Yes...some posts may occasionally reflect a personal experience. But will you be able to distinguish between what is real and what is fantasy? Honestly, I'm not sure I care if you can. *shrug*

Stop questioning...just enjoy the ride.  Okay?
~Kat

Ultimate Surrender

Total submission.
My ultimate surrender.

My complete faith.
My utter trust.
In you.

Your demand.
My gift.

To give everything you desire.
To take anything you share.

To admit your dominance over me.
To relinquish my control to your will.

Naked.
On my knees.
My hot, wet mouth taking your dick.

Deep.
Choke.
Gag.

More.
Take more.

Your cock.
Your balls.
Dripping with my saliva.

More.
Take more.

My hair in your fist.
Pull.
Control.
Guide.
Demand.

A slap to my face.
My tongue slipping and sliding.
Across your head.
Down your shaft.
Against your balls.

Fuck.
My.
Mouth.

More.
Take more.

Again.

Make me.

Your sexy bitch.
Your nasty slut.
Your dirty whore.

Take what you want.
Of me.

Of my body.
Of my mind.
Of my soul.

Bent over your knees.
Your hand firmly landing on my ass.
Again and again.

Yes.
Please.

The hot, wet waterfall of my orgasm.
Another slap.
Another.

Your fingers pushing into my dripping cunt.
I pour my pleasure over your hand.

Yes.
Take.

Anything.

You spread my cheeks.

Yes.
Please.

A tease.
A caress.
My unrestrained groan as you sink a finger in my ass.

Take me.
Yes. Please.
Take.
Me.

I cum.
Again and again.

Unable to hold anything back.
I am yours to please.

On my hands and knees.
Your dick at my cunt.
Teasing.

I beg.

Your fist in my hair.
You bury your dick in me.

You take.
What is yours.

The pounding.
The demand.
My surrender.

I cum.
I submit.
I give.

You pull back.
Shift.

Oh yes.
Oh god.
Oh please, please, please.

Take me.

Make me.

Your sexy bitch.

Your nasty slut.

Your dirty whore.

Take what you want.

Of me.

Of my body.

Of my mind.

Of my soul.

Take.

What is yours.

The head of your dick spreads my asshole.

Hot.

So fucking hot.

Tight.

Let me grip you.

Your demand.

Further and further.

I push back harder.

More.

I want all of you.

Buried.

Nuts deep.

In me.

Your bitch.

Your slut.

Your whore.

My ass yours.

For the taking.

Take.

Take more.

Take everything.

Hard.

Rough.

More.

Hard.

Yes.

Rougher.

Yes.

I surrender.

I submit.

I cum.

I can't stop cumming.

Your hot cream fills me.

And I am lost.

I am found.

I am everything.

And nothing.

I am simply yours.

~Kat

My submission is never freely given.  It must be earned.  But total submission?  A complete surrender of all my guards?  Unequivocal trust?  I don't know that it's possible for me.  That would have to be not just earned, but won.  Demanded.  Taken.  Deserved.  

Complete submission is not simply in actions.  It's not only an incredible intellectual mind fuck.  It's also unrestrained emotional trust and freedom.  

And there explains why I see it only as a fantasy.  A fairytale.  A myth.  A dream that lulls me to sleep and haunts me in the day.